Darkness Ascendant

Um any feedback or anything?

my lord, do you have any idea how much comic-books have evolved in terms of characters over the years? They are so much deeper now it's amazing. And that's a good analysis btw

ha @Delightful

sorry, I'll do so now @bleeder what?

*sigh there is this thing called character development. Tony is just as confused and is stumbling through life just as much as we are. He had a spoilt childhood and sure, was stuck up and quite the chull hole, but he tasted reality and realised just how much of a a-hole he had been. And has been trying since then to get better. He hides it all behind his facade of being jovial and sarcastic and annoying, but well, deep down there is still that conflict on reality and artificial control and crap. I know how some people may see tony as an cremhole and a bad character, but i reckon that that side of him hides something far more powerful, and that just adds that depth to a character. And I think it's marvellous

so the book talks about how (spoilered for sexual and strange metaphors) And that magicians

Spent the day wandering Sydney cos my mum had a meeting at a hotel there, had to go to the hotel tho in the end so I spent the day reading really weird and old books in the hotel's small but strange library. That one was a *very* strange read.

@Tristan darker sci fi aye? YOU MUST READ GAVIN SMITH'S WORKS

Let's start pooling money to get twi a trip around the world heh.

Please stop tagging me >>

Hm. For some reason I'm reminded of Bloodsealing, though I cannot see a relation *shrugs. That's really cool! Why are bones powerful? Is there something in the marrow? And where did this magic come from? oh dear. oh deary, deary me that sounds interesting. I for one made a magic system last night, called Songweaving. Basically music is the genetic code of the universe, and people can manipulate it by playing music, singing, humming, whistling etc. But first you need to attune to the song of something, like the song of a star, or the song of a particular tree. This can only be found by special individuals who can sense the music that makes everything up, and then they can manipulate the music by "singing" to the particular thing they want to manipulate and like, coaxing it to grow or change. Oh and I wrote a fair bit on the lore for the world last night here

HEY ALL! I FINALLY GOT TO TRANSCRIBE SOME STUFF FROM PAPER ONTO A COMPUTER . So 3 of the stories are here They are the raw, unedited products of my sleep-deprived and depressed mind. I WANT YOU ALL TO REEEAAD IT, I've shown a couple of people, one who i respect alot and their reactions were so heartwarming and great! They said they were so happy as they read it. And that made me happy. So you guys better read it. So I'll be even happier! Feedback/ideas/questions are welcomed!

So, now I had the main parts for my creation myth. I wasn't sure where I was going with this. I wasn't sure If I wanted a magic system but this morning while at Jamat prayer as it was Friday. I was listening to the Imaam talk about Isa (Jesus) and there was a particular anecdote which fired up my imagination. And I paraphrase here btw. It was a scenario perfect to implement a part of the magic system called Soulsong and what is basically Necromancy (I don't have an in-world name) ---------------------------- Rise So Jesus sees this woman crying over a grave And he asks the woman, "Why are you crying?" And the woman responds, "I have lost my daughter, she was everything I had" "By god, I will stay by her grave, until I taste death myself or my daughter tastes life again" "I just want to see her again" this is where I diverge In the original. Jesus calls the spirit of the girl, and commands it to Rise three times in mine it goes like this <my character> responds, "So if you see a glimpse of her, you shall leave this place?" "By my soul, I will!" <my character> nods and he sat down and crossed his legs. He hummed softly and attuned to the song of the soul. His mind sifted through the melodies of the all the souls wandering through heaven. To the outside viewer, he sat for a mere 10 seconds. But to the mind, he was working for 10 years. Finally, he found the spirit of the dead girl. And he sang to her. Sang to her to return to the mortal plane, to return to her old body and . RISE. He commanded. The word escaped his lips and the humming took a different turn, he opened his eyes and raised his arms, moving them in motion to his words. RISE. he commanded, and the soul entered it's old body. And then, he sang a last time, animated the body and took control over the soul of the girl. RISE. he commanded. And the grave broke open. The girl rose, brushing dirt off her dress. Her eyes were closed the entire time. The woman screamed. "My daughter! You have done it! A miracle!" <my character> scowled at her. "Be silent" , for the music of silence was the best music to work from.(edited) He asked the dead girl a question. "Why were your eyes closed?". Each word was attuned to a note, punctuated and released, for the words also released some of <my character>'s control over the girl's body, and he allowed her to speak. "My eyes...I thought the time had come. For the resurrection, I was afraid my lord! Then I heard my mother's voice, and I opened my eyes. And I was angered" "I am no lord" <my character> spoke. "What do you have to say to your mother?" He turned the body to face the woman, once again, the words he had spoken before held commands for the body through each note and octave. He allowed her to speak once more. "Mother, I am saddened and angered, that you brought me into this mortal form, only to taste the pain of life and death twice"(edited) "I was at peace, I had done my part in the story, I have no more purpose in this narrative. Please, allow me to sleep once more" <my character> took control of the girl's body once more, "Anything you would like to say?" He looked at the mother pointedly. "Please, don't leave me again, you were all I had!" <my character> scowled at his. Still, the woman didn't understand. He hummed once more. FALL. And the girl returned to her grave, lay down and closed her eyes. He looked at the woman, “Watch closely.” RISE. And with his words, a blazing white light, one that was only visible to him, but with his words, it was visible to the woman as well as long as he hummed. RISE. And the light rose from the grave, in the form of the girl, and it shot off into the sky in a blazing path. The woman was agog with awe. The light continued until it settled in the sky, a glittering jewel, a star. The light remained as the spirit continued to the heavens. Finally, <my character> stopped humming. heh “Do you see now? You are never alone, your daughter found her place in the stars and one day, so will you, as long as you don’t end it prematurely. Stories deserve to be finished, allow yours the chance it needs” He smiled at her and took her hand, "I think your story needs a new direction" "Come with me" -------------------------------- I'm going to make it that the woman then goes on to become a song-weaver herself or something Phew, that was hard transcribing (lol!) I will try and evolve this world and I'll keep y'all updated!

So before I cam up with the Creation Myth, I had been feeling down and I made a comic about The Mariner (He is the idea from which I got the creation myth and the world in general). I really relate to this story and I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I had writing it? (Comic will be edited in later) Here's the transcript of it tho. ----------------------------------------------- On Love and the Mariner My name is irrelevant I have sailed these seas for many a year now I do not remember how I came into these mystical waters, but I know that I had been lost for a long time now. I was confused How had I woken to this...place? All I had was a ship, a strange lantern and myself I wandered a lot I "stumbled" through these waters, i didn't know what I was to do, what I had to find But as I passed, strange forms would rise before me formless and undefined much like my mind was I ventured through storms I saw great things I saw pillars of rock rise from the ground at a thought I saw mountains form Volcanoes erupt Sometimes I thought I had found an answer to my half-formed questions Sometimes. I thought there wasn't a question in the first place But the questions still remained Who was I? Why was I here? To what end? What for? It was on a night like this. Much as I am now speaking to you, I was then speaking to myself "When will this oceans end? I tire of this endless cycle" *These oceans only end when you stop seeing them as oceans. Look around you* *Look. The sights, the scents. FEEL THE MUSIC I know it's hard. I know it seems as though there is no point-* “But does it matter?" "Does it matter how many mountains have risen, how many oceans have fallen. Does it matter how many steps I have taken, how far I’ve gone?” *Of course it matters. The things you have experienced, the places You’ve been, the steps you have taken. They all have shaped who you are today. Do you really want to throw all that away?* “...No...but to what end? Why am I who I am?" *The answer to that is anything you want it to be. There is no answer, and yet there is an answer. Time will reveal it* And just like that it ended Leaving me angry and spiteful I looked to the sky and sighed. As usual, it was empty, much like I was inside. You see, there weren’t any stars, there was no moon, no sun. No night, no day. Only now do I know why And so, once again, I continued sailing, drifting through the world aimlessly. No mountains rose before me, no islands sprung up, no land was made. I look back to these days sadly. I endured storm after storm, saw great things. But they didn’t excite me like they used to. There was no joy in the world Only pain and hopelessness And then it happened I had been drifting through some misty crags And a light pierced the mists. A little bit of my old curiosity was kindled by its luminosity. I sailed closer to it, the mists slowly dispersed The light was emitted by a bird a white, beautiful, most probably dead dove. It lay on the sands of an island, I don't remember making that one. It lay prone, charred feathers breaking the white of it. I hadn't noticed the damage before. But the light it was emitting was fading now. It was dying So I did the only thing that came to my mind. I took it aboard my ship. And I warmed it by the light of my lantern and the heat of my embrace. I drafted a remedy from my tears and the sea itself It took 7 days of crying and collecting. Administering the remedy and rejuvenating the bird. On the first day I fixed and set its broken wings On the second I found myself staring at the bird. Willing it to survive The third, I sang to it, and some light returned to its eyes. I had never felt joy like this before. On the fourth, it began to stir, I hugged it close and opened my heart to it, sheltering it inside. The fifth it tried to speak to me. The feathers had returned to their natural luminescent, pure gleam. It fell into a deep slumber however. By now I cared for it more than I cared for myself On the sixth I realised that the ship had been prone on the island. I had never stayed in one place for this long before. The dove flexed its wings and cawed to me softly. I laughed for the first time that day. It was wonderful, a beautiful, loud and strange sound. On the seventh I cried non-stop. It had finally woken fully from its slumber, and as it got up, my ship was filled with such a blinding light. Never had I seen a light as bright as that one that day. As it got up steadily, it looked at me in the eye and whispered two words. "Thank you" And with those words it flew off, leaving me with the brightest of feathers and a shattered dream. Suddenly, despair overcame me. The dove had given me life, it made me whole. And now it was gone. I looked at the sky and sighed The dove was gone But one thing caught my eye a glimmering in the sky, a twinkling, a glittering, a miracle! That was how the first star entered the sky and suddenly, I wasn't so alone I looked down and saw that my lantern was brighter than ever before! And both these lights illuminated the answer. Shedding light to the question I had always asked. My name is irrelevant I have sailed these seas for many a year now. I do not know how I came into these mystical waters. But that doesn't matter I was never lost It didn't matter how, or what or why The things that mattered, now fell into place before me I have weathered storms I have seen, amazing, wonderful things I wondered a lot I "stumbled" through these waters. I never stayed in one place, I had been through so much. I found an answer there was no question! It was on a night like this. I was speaking to myself much like I am speaking to you now I had been through so much, seen so much, learnt so much, discovered who I was. All I needed was my lantern, my ship and myself With these three I looked for other birds, set more spirits free. I loved, I cared, I let go. It was who I was. I was the nurturer. The guardian the carer the Shield I look to the sky and I laugh I was blind. And now I could see. ------------------------ As you can tell, there are some inconsistencies, but I can easily remedy them by saying that he ascended to the heavens after this tale and that he became the sun and the moon, the guiding light

So last night I couldn't sleep. I was restless and worrying about alot of crap. Then I just sort of started writing, and well, here's what I came up with. This is the creation myth for the world I conceived. And I think it could apply to our world as well ------------------------------------- On Harmony, and the Creation of the world In the beginning, there was a single note. A pure, clear, constant note. This was known as the tune of Chaos. Then one day, the note was broken, and out rushed the ocean from the discord. The ocean created and filled the first sphere of existence, and added it’s own song to the tune of chaos. And there was harmony once more. 5 more discords occurred, and with each one something new was made. The second discord happened, and the sky spread from the broken harmony, overlapping the ocean and it created and filled the second sphere of existence. But the sky was empty, and it only rang with one note. But there was harmony again nonetheless. Then the third discord struck, and out spurted the heavens, greater and even more all-encompassing than the sky. They pushed and redefined the boundaries of the world, creating and filling the third sphere. There were 7 layers to the heavens, and each brought with them an octave to add to the song of the universe, for before then, the world sung on one octave, and was mostly empty. They added their tranquil and ethereal siren song to the symphony that was creation. For now the heavens were empty, there was nothing but chaos that filled the gaps. And there was harmony once again. From the fourth discord came the first manifestation of life. The Mariner. Sprung from one of the greatest discords the music had experienced. The Mariner was flung into the oceans with a ship and a lantern. His advent created and filled the fourth sphere of existence. The Immortal Plane. The symphony became a cacophony now. There was no more harmony. For with the mariner came his discordant tunes, the song of displaced life. And the mariner spent his days sailing the now chaotic seas, concepting land wherever he went, all sprung from the discords of his music Thus he created and filled the fifth sphere of existence Earth itself The discord continued for many centuries, until the mariner finally began to question the world truly. These questions, tho he had no answers, slowly brought a semblance of order as the mariner endeavoured to find answers. Over time, the heavens stopped reaching into the world, the oceans stilled, the storms stopped and the sky sang a pure note once more Finally, there was a recognisable melody, the melody of a the mind. A quiet piercing melody. Not quite harmony, but a semblance of it. But one day. The Mariner gave up, he stopped looking for answers, stopped asking questions. And with his broken will, the harmony was shattered. And with this tumultuous discord, came mortal life First in the form of a bird, a white dove. It was the first animal to to explore the new world, the first creature to travel the land. It created and filled the sixth sphere of existence: The Mortal Plane And with it, the music became wilder and chaotic, a complicated, overlapping on-rush of discord. One day, as the dove sung its song, a bolt of lightning struck it asunder, and the Mariner, by the fate of the music, stumbled upon it's broken corpse. For then, the spirit couldn't leave the body after death, unless the proper rites were performed The mariner fashioned a draught of life, with his tears and the waters of the ocean. And administered to the bird, nurturing it and rejuvenating it back to life. And with this came a special thing, for the Mariner created something, Love. Love was created, and it filled the six known spheres of existence. And the mariner found an answer. Love was the answer. And with this revelation, the bird died a second time, but with it's death, a star, twinkled into existence in the sky, the first star, the morning star, the evening star. A sign of hope and love for all! The star represented the first story of the world. The story of creation and love. The song of first age of the earth. The Mariner ascended to the heavens after burying the dove's limp body. He no longer sailed the seas, but sailed the stars themselves! And he became both sun and moon, his lantern the sun, himself the moon. His arm was always outstretched, carrying the lantern before him and lighting the way for the world. And so there was Day and Night. The Mariner knew his purpose now, and it was to nurture and kindle the stars, to preserve the stories made and pass them down to the land he now oversaw. To guide the world beneath him and shed light on the answers that were sought by all, just as the dove shed light on the answers he sought. With the advent of love; burst forward more life and music; filling the mortal sphere, the land, the sky, the oceans. And with these creatures, they brought their own stories, developing over the course of their mortal existence Whereupon the end, they ascend to the stars and heavens. Their souls continuing to the heavens, their light, their story, painted on the dark canvas of night. Kept and kindled by the Mariner, their souls able to enter the heavens peacefully. There was a seventh sphere, not one of existence but one of non-existence. A counterpoint to to the creation of everything. The seventh sphere was a subtle one. The Void. No harmony, no discord, no music. This sphere seeped into the other spheres, corrupting and defiling. The music was the genetic code of the universe, and the Void removed the music, taking away notes and tones, “chromosomes”. Mutating and defiling the symphony. The only way to battle it was to look to the stars, and find hope. For hope was the only thing that the void feared. And that was how the world was created, not through some divine plan, but through mistakes. Many many mistakes. And questioning, and searching for answers, through ideas and stories, for they are truly the things that shape the world around us. Our flaws can be our greatest source of strength, our reasons for asking questions, for searching for answers. They are the reasons we strive to be better people, the reason we love, live and endeavour. But they can also be the reasons we fall, the source of our darkest thoughts and deeds. But through our stories, through our compassion which is innate in all things. we can bring harmony to the discord and guide others. support each others and add our tales to the stars. Nothing was ever perfect and nothing will always be perfect Our stories are the tools from which we change and shape the world, our songs are the partof a greater symphony of life. Always have hope and never throw away your story, everything is worth it and there is no reason to stop living and evolving. And there was harmony forevermore. -------------------------- This is just the scribblings I wrote, I still need to explain things like the clouds, the rain and crap heh.

The kids behind me are watching Bee Movie >>

thanks not mine tho.

They all sound the same

@Delightful *hugs how are you now?

THEY JUST DO? I also randomly felt like making a Sauron/Hermione Granger meme >>

that's what my friend calls them. He always gets picked up from school.

pfft. Walk through the rain bus peasant.

Americans all sound the same