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  1. Hello there! This is a place where you can put your sad stories and have other read them, review them, etc. They don't need to be related to Cosmere or Brandon or fantasy at all, anything is allowed as long as it doesn't break forum rules. Inspiration here, just scroll down a bit. And with that, I believe Lunamor has something to post.
  2. I'm a new Sanderson fan. I've dabbled in writing my whole life, but just recently became inspired to create a Sanderson/Star Wars kind of fantasy world. I don't have everything figured out, and I am still looking at ideas. And yes Shadowlight sounds like Stormlight but the magic system is totally different, and actually more inspired from the force in Star Wars than it is by Sanderson magic systems. I don't know exactly what this magic does, I've been leaning more toward a multi faceted Shannara like magic system, that has consequences. I'm not fond of Harry Potter like magic with almost no repercussions. Shadow and light magic have to be used in tandem of each other to keep balance. It's a very duality inspired kind of thing with the push and pull of yin and yang. What's interesting about this magic system is that it's broken so to speak. The world is in a fallen state because two powerful magic users (not sure exactly what to call them yet) clashed in a sort of world shaking apocalypse causing battle of heroes. Their mentor trapped them inside the magic that they draw from changing the nature of the magic itself and drastically changing the world. I haven't decided how I want to make the magic be originally. Shadowlight is very restrictive and the original magic is just about infinite. There is a travelling nomad group of people I'm calling the Travellers right now that walk travelers paths to keep the magic in balance. Paths that are actually giant runes on the surface of the world. Here I wrote a prologue that refer to the two magic users that I mentioned earlier who are the "gods" of this world though not really gods. I'm not entirely sure about what I want the real Gods to be like, but I always thought how interesting it would be to have immortals that aren't really gods, but they are worshipped like they are gods because not everything is known about them. Galaphos and Balinox are not the main characters, that's something that I need to make clear. They are in the background though they are still very important to the story. The main character is a Prince named Roval. Anyway, feedback would be appreciated. Ask questions about it if your curious. Do any of you have experience with magic systems cause I sure don't. World building ideas? Please let me know! Prologue: It was a painfully infinite existence. But it’s what he chose. If he didn't all would’ve been lost. Galaphos knew that. All he worked for would’ve been in vain. Ghaddeus told him so. How long has it been? Hundreds of years? Thousands? Dozens? He couldn’t seem to grasp time anymore. It slipped through his fingers. It took away his loved ones and spirited them away into the afterlife. The one he’ll never see. Time. In his earlier days he wouldn’t have thought he would want that old friend back. Instead now he was immortal watching over the world like some God, though far from being one. His only company being his mortal enemy from long ago. Or was he still a friend? He didn’t know anymore. “Will you finally speak to me after all these years?” The man who spoke was shrouded in darkness. It was both figurative and literal. A man he fought extensively in his mortality, back when he was called a hero. Those days were over now. Now they were forced to exist in harmony. Ever existing. “Forgive me, you just look thoughtful,” the man’s voice resonated through the expanse. The darkness swirled, its tentacles reaching for Galaphos. “How do you know its been years?” Galaphos asked? “I don’t,” said the man as he stepped out of the shroud. He looked the same as he did that fateful day;His black and red tunic, curly blonde hair and smiling blue eyes untouched by age. His features bewitched the masses at one time. In those days looking at his face made it hard for one not to trust him. It was a power he used often, proving useful in his ascendancy. In those days he wasn’t frightening until you got to know him. Now, though that power was unusable for him, for how he was in mortality manifested itself physically in immortality. Shadow was in his very skin. It leaked and drifted around him in a kind of cloak of darkness. Balinox. He was shadow just like Galaphos was light. Galaphos had sometimes wondered if he served some higher purpose. Was there a God that chose him to watch over this magical realm, or was this punishment for his failure? He decided it could be either depending on his perspective, and the former gave him purpose when the latter gave him misery. So he chose the former. At times he longed for the days of innocence when he and Balinox were magic users rather than magic immortals. The days they didn’t have to watch the masses in their happiness and grief, their joy and sorrow, their life and death. The evil and the good that was born from them, and the ones that were not. Their mentor Ghaddeus has told them they needed to wield their power with wisdom. Galaphos wanted to listen, but couldn’t of Balinox wouldn’t. Not really. He needed to be there to oppose him. “Are you pondering this meaningless existence?” Balinox drawled stopping at the border between his expanse and Galaphos’. They couldn’t touch each other, so the Times Galaphos wanted to punch Balinox in the nose was always wishful thinking, “because I do at times. You know I watch people, people who try to achieve what I did. They don’t understand that it is now impossible. The old man made sure of that.” “Ghaddeus was wise,” Galaphos said, “He understood what I couldn’t. I thought if I just became stronger and stronger…” he shook his head, “I was too ambitious…” “Ambitious?!” Balinox let out a booming laugh that rippled through the atmosphere. Galaphos wondered if mortals down below could hear him. “Too ambitious? My dear Galaphos you weren’t ambitious enough! If you joined me you could’ve lived with your wife and children in peace! In fact, I could’ve found another way to immortality, we couldve been the equivalent of gods, not this cheap counterfeit existence! Instead because of you, we are stuck in this eternal magical sphere giving our infinite selves to the uncaring, unfeeling masses? And for what?!” “For the world,” Galaphos said quietly, “we could’ve destroyed it. We were too powerful…” “Ha! I like to think I was too powerful and you were just along for the ride.” Galaphos turned away from his counterpart. It was interesting to think they were like friends at one time. It was true, if Galaphos did join Balinox in his rise to power, he would’ve kept all his promises to him. But it wasn’t right. It just wasn’t right. Nobody should’ve been allowed that much power. But Balinox found a way. He always found a way. And Galaphos at the time felt he should catch up to him. He was always a step behind. Then things got out of hand. He tried too hard to fix it. To fix it himself. To fix his friend. Eventually the world could not contain them. Their battles were taking too much of a toll. So Ghaddeus their wise mentor trapped them in the very magic they drew from and changed the nature of magic in the process. Now the sides could not fight anymore. Light and dark must work together. It was difficult at first, getting used to immortal life. Being able to view the inhabitants of the world, listen to conversations almost like you were there. Watching life begin and the same life end. There were some whom he paid more attention to than others. Some who possessed the same gifts he had. He was drawn to them. His energy as well as Balinox’s lingered in the world, and there were some who had an affinity for it more than others. He felt as if he was in more places at once. It was strange until it felt normal. There was a man down below that Galaphos has been watching for quite some time. He reminded him of himself, his innocent self. He sent his disciples to him, to guide him, to turn him into a hero. As much as Galaphos attempted to guide him, the man simply would not accept the dark along with the light. That was essential, but he simply wouldn’t do it. His judgment was lacking. All that was left was for Balinox to make his move. Why was he holding back? Galaphos peered down into the village. The people were open to his view. They lived simple lives under the reign of their king in a place that was being threatened with monsters of all kinds, not all sentient beings. The neighboring forest has been cursed by Balinox albeit indirectly. Though horrific, Galaphos saw it as an opportunity to do some good. He placed his hero, or as Balinox calls him his “White Knight”, on a path to a village who was on the brink of destruction. They needed someone they can depend on, someone who can give them hope, someone who could do what no one else could for the people. Galaphos wasn’t certain how long it would last. The look in Balinox’s eyes seemed to speak tales of terrible curses yet to come. “Have mercy on the man Balinox,” Galaphos muttered, “At least for now. It’s his wedding day after all.” The celebration was meager but grand. His hero met a beautiful young woman on his travels and today they were to be married. He saved her and the villagers from certain doom and no one in the village would dream of missing their hero’s wedding. However his hero attempted to ignore the consequences of his action, and someone or something had to pay the heavy price. Galaphos glanced at Balinox questioningly who was sharing a view of the venue. “What’s wrong friend?” Balinox said with a smirk, “the best gifts are often given at the right moment.” His eyes fixed mischievously on the bride. Galaphos eyes widened in realization. “Balinox no… you can’t direct all that magic toward one person! Not her!” “Well you know what they say,” Balinox drawled as the bride and groom leaned in for the kiss, “one monster deserves another.” It happened quickly. Years worth of backed up shadow magic rushed out of their eternal prison. Galaphos wished he could do something, but all he could ever do is wish and watch. Despair bit at him as the young woman hunkered down with a moan, stumbling from the alter. People rushed to her aid, her husband at the forefront. “No, get away,” Galaphos cried. He could not warn them. How many times must he learn that? Her body convulsed on the floor of the chapel. More people crowded around shouting for a doctor. Shortly they would see that no doctor could help the bride’s condition. A blackness spread through her skin, spikes grew up from her body tearing through her dress. Her breath quickened as she began to rise from the floor crouched on all fours, hair hanging about her face, blood shot eyes dodging from person to person in a state of confusion. Her brave husband stepped forward. He reached out to her calling her name. She cocked her head curiously, no longer being able to recognize him. Then she sprung. The struggle was brief. Newly grown claws ripped at vulnerable flesh and fangs tore out his throat before the congregation could react. With a guttural roar she ran on all fours towards the exit of the chapel leaving the mangled body of her husband behind. Shouts of demon rang out in the village and it wasn’t long before the mob of men was assembled. The woman didn’t get very far. Collapsed in the town square, her monstrous form was fading away. But it was too late for her. Men fell upon her until she was dead. “Your White Knight has fallen!” Balinox said triumphantly. “This isn’t a game Balinox,” Galaphos said gritting his teeth, “those are real people. You took the life of that woman…” “Well it’s nice to see you still have a grip on reality my friend,” he said with a casual wave of his hand as he retreated into the shadows, “just let me know the next time I can best you. I’ll be waiting. “ Galaphos placed his face in his hands. It always took sometime to recover from interventions. Then he would continue his search for another hero. Someone that can make a real difference.
  3. So I was just browsing Brandon's website today, as one does, and I came across a new "status bar" he has set up underneath Oathbringer, simply titled "Secret Project". Anyone have an idea what this could be??
  4. Okay, so I'm working on this fanfic-ish thingy (I hesitate to call it a fanfic, no major characters are directly involved) set in the roughs, and the protagonist is a lawman/reformed petty criminal. He's also a chromium compounder, which is awesome, but also leaves me with a problem: how do I challenge him without pulling out all of the stops and making him fight a storming shard? Sure, I plan on having him lose his chromiumminds, but how would I even manage to do that realistically? He's a rusting god of good luck! I know for a fact that it's possible, nothing is impossible, but it's probably going to be very hard... Any ideas?
  5. So this is an odd idea that has wiggled its way through my brain for a while. Imagine you are in a public setting boasting about your greatest adventures what would you say? How would you present yourself? But now imagine you are not limited by the constraints of books (or any other media you are passionate about) being separate. So tell us about your travels and the adventures you have had or are having now. And without further ado: I have flown on the winds of Pern; Sailed the waters of Earth Sea; Trekked across rock and rills of Ulm; Passed through the rifts of Midkemia and Kelewan; And hopped the worlds of the Cosmere. I have mastered the weaves of Saidin; Studied the three arts at the Adventure’s Academy; Wielded white gold in the Land; Survived the dark-after on Austar IV; And feel the old magic of the Wood The old gods of the Greek, Roman, Egyptian, and Norse know me. I am recognized within the faerie and vampire courts. I have paid my respects at the marble tomb on the grounds of Hogwarts. I have held counsel with the High Kings of Prydain, and Narnia; And made friends with the dragons of Chetwin, Fiest, Jordan, Le Guin, McCaffrey, Novik, Paolini, Sanderson, Yep, Yolan, and many others. PS If you have trouble guessing all of the books and series either look at my profile or look up the authors listed. PSS if this has been done before can someone point me in the right direction.