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For a while I have thought that the Papercutz Bionicle graphic novels were just collections of the previously released Bionicle comics from the magazines.Recently I have started doubting that. Are they?And should I consider buying them (or, preferrably, is there a place to download them)?And are they where the pictures of the baterra and karzahni (the place, not the being) are from? I've been scouring my comics with no avail.
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After a six+ month hiatus, I have started work on my novel again... Sadly, Gorgorath (Formerly seen here in this Blog... Just look back several (And I mean several) entries) and his giant four armed green furred kin are no longer a part of it... Gorgorath, you will be missed... But, I have several new species ideas that I'm incorporating into it now... I can't wait to get it done... EDIT: For those of you who don't remember Gorgorath, Here is the entry with him in it...
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So, I posted one of Elek, so, I thought, why leave Loki out? If I did, he'd hurt me... So, here's another section of chapter one, this time, starring Loki... “Be on guard! All soldiers be on guard!” Shouts echoed through the castle-city of Barrnin as people scurried and rushed to get into their homes. A thief had come to town, and he was as dangerous as they came. In the deepest shadows of the labyrinthine city, a figure moved silently, watching the guards as they flooded the streets. “Silly little creatures,” the shadow thing said to its self, “they think they can make a difference…” Like a flash the shadow thing ran through the back alleys, slipping through every nook and cranny. Loki Zeckedarious, the Shadow Thief, made quick work of a mile’s worth of streets. He leapt and bounded through crude fire escapes and crumbling balconies, moving as though he were a night-daemon manifested. Several times the blonde haired man slipped and plummeted, but years of thieving and mishaps had taught him how to get out of most situations like this. He quickly latched on to a passing balcony, swinging himself as he fell. With two quick flips he landed steadfast on a lower balcony, speeding off through the shadows once again. As he reached his target, he was forced to stop. There, in the streets ahead, stood an entire phalanx of the Church Guard, ready for Loki to make his attempt. He stood there in the darkness, trying to get a feel for exactly how many soldiers he had to deal with. He counted at least three dozen guards, but there were sure to be more that he didn’t see, patrolling the rest of the streets. He scanned the area more thoroughly, searching for anything that could… “There,” he said to himself, pointing out what he had spotted, “Only a few yards away… It’s so close, but yet…” He leapt from the balcony he had perched himself upon, plummeting towards the street below. He held his hands in front of his face and whispered a quick prayer to himself, for he worshipped no gods. Throwing his arms out in front of him, he dove towards the ground. But instead of smashing into the cold concrete alleyway, he merely sank into the shadows, fading completely from view… Just another unrefined section of chapter one. Enjoy!
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Elek Nosliw is the top mercenary in the land of Mageddon, his name known and feared across the massive world-continent. Though dark magics hadn't been seen in th land for a millenium, Stories of Elek's abilities are terrifying the public and Royalty of Mageddon. Here's a little section of the story that show's off his greatest power. Here it is: His horse had stopped dead in its tracks, several men in uniform blocking the path ahead. Elek pulled several spells to the front of his mind, ready for any sign of aggression. One of the men, one Elek presumed was the lead of this group, stepped forward and gave the hand sign that showed he was from the Kingdom of Gamandhal. Elek signed back with the hand gesture of the lowlands, and the lead man sneered at him through his thick beard. “What Business have you here?” The other men stepped forward after the exchange of hand signals, and at the lead man’s question Elek had dropped from his saddle, giving a low bow. “I, sir, have come to offer my services to the king.” “Such as?” The soldiers behind the bearded man reached for their swords, ready for a signal from their leader to attack. “Oh, I have many talents,” began Elek, “For one, I’m a magician.” “Who isn’t in this day and age?” The bearded man took a few more steps forward, but stopped when Elek pointed a crooked finger at him. “Yes, good sire, you have a point. But, I am a magician for entertainment! I am here to humor the king. Why, I could show you one of my tricks right now!” The bearded man reached for his sword as Elek reached into the pocket of his long, black coat, but he relaxed when the only thing the showman issued forth was a deck of cards. “Now, watch, as I make this deck of card disappear.” The soldiers looked on, unimpressed, as Elek made the cards fly through the air and land in his other hand. He said a few arcane words, and twisted his other hand in a spell-caster’s fashion. The bearded man scratched his head, unfamiliar with this particular type of magic. As Elek finished the last word, there was a bright flash, and the soldiers all applauded at finding that the cards were indeed gone. Their applause stopped, however, when their commander began to gag, and then fell over. To their horror, the cards were sticking from the man’s chest and throat, bleeding him dry in seconds. They pulled their swords from their scabbards and charged, but Elek had taken the opportunity to remove a glove from his right hand and draw his own sword, a massive blade in the shape of a seven. He parried the first man’s attack and smacked him across the face with his bare hand. The offending soldier screamed in agony as his face began to decay and melt. His blood clotted and poured out of his body through the wound in his face that had quickly spread, the affliction flowing across his body. Screams quickly turned to gurgling as the man’s bodily fluids poured from his every orifice. In mere seconds the once proud soldier had turned to a puddle of puss and bile, and then quickly turned to dust. The other soldiers quickly halted their approach. They began to back away, then started a full on run. Elek has got to be my favorite character I've ever created. He's just so... awesome! This is actuall a rough copy of a section from chapter one... Enjoy!
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So, I was working on my novel last night when This awesome series of quotes came to me... There's a character I've added named Bomi the Summoner, and he's a wizard who basically acts as a conservationist on the continent of Mageddon. He has a pocket universe in which he lives with all the animals (and some humans and other races) that he's rescued, which is covered in verdent growth and vines, and somehow has a strong bond with Elek. Elek respects the man... Here's a set of quotes from Bomi and Laurenne... Bomi: "Fine, I guess you can stay. But don't touch anything!" Laurenne: "That was rude! How could you speak to us that way!? Bomi: "I was talking to Elek..." Laurenne (to Elek): "You're right... He does know you..." Expect more novel tidbits soon, loyal fans!
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So, iwas working on my novel, and I got a thought... "What do people look for in a fantsy novel that makes it different from other novels?" So I thought I'd ask you guys. What would you like to see in a fantasy novel?
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Those are the only people who had to reply to that? Considering two of them were people I greatly respect, and who I knew would answer, and one person frequents my blog (thanks frankin-kal-96, feel free to drop in here any time), no one else has an opinion on my question? No one at all? I need your help, guys. I'm sakin what you'd like to see that's make a fresh new fantasy novel, and not a hackneyed piece of garbage like we've seen over and over again. Grr... I think I'm a little bitter... I dunno...
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So, I've got some more character stuff worked out, and, I actually found some more of the old work I had done on the novel, and it was really good! I don't even remember why I scrapped it! Seriously, I've been finding a lot of old writings I had done, and some of them are good enough that I can integrate into the book. I promise, when this is finally done (and I have started seriously working on it now), it will be a best seller! IT WILL!!! CTHULHU WILL EAT THOSE WHO DON"T PURCHASE IT!
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Those of you who talk to me often here know I've been working on a novel for quite some time (about four years now, and I don't have a full, useable chapter...), and that I get constant writers block (comic ideas run out so often I think I'm giving GMan carpal Tunnel syndrome with all the story ideas he gives me.) This is quite a problem, as I have all these great ideas for scenes in my head, it's just that it's hard for me to link the ideas together. Y'know, like in a movie, where there's a great scene, but then a really bad scene follows? I don't want to do that with this... Grr. It's so frustrating... Anywho, I'm still working on a prologue, but every time I start on it, I start thinking it's too cheesy, and scrap it. Grr again... I'll have to work on this...
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Here's a quote from my work-in-progress, and it's pretty funny. (Barukain) "What are you doing!?" (Elek) "If you're gonna die... Die in style!" I like this quote. I'll probably put some more good ones up in time. Also, I'm still working on making non-steriotypical elves, dwarves, etc...
