Dark times and Fiery Redheads

Wow! So many page Veiws! *Ahem*

Not that I would want or dissuade them in either case. Publicity is good, but this place serves as a repositorim for my collective thoughts that aren't "factual data" Concerning Devidica. On that note; Lets head onward!

Regarding Andril; He might be geeting his own book detailing his own struggle. His time-set would be a very "Modern" world where "magic" is being forgotten. Imagine if magical power was something that was Very real back in King Arthur's time, and that all these witches and trolls and such we hear about in fair tails are simply forgotten, and therefore dissmissed as myths and fantasy. That's what happens to Devidica. Magic dies out in favor of Technology and people simply forget magic. Some time down the road, only radicals suggest magic as a means to do anything, and only lunatics practice it. A while later, people deny its factual nature, and it becomes fantasy.

I don't know exactly how the loss of magic plays into how people come to preceive themselves, whether for better for worse. Andril would live around the time where only Lunatics would know about/practice magic. Which makes me wonder--What about Hereditary Magic? What happens to fairies? Angels? Deities!? THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW!




Now to vent. Lately, I've had a chesty red-head on my mind. The problem is, My wife is blonde, and the particular Red-head in question isn't real.

I'm talking about the first ever Character of Devidica, Saelin La'Mean/La'Mina. If give her too much love, but at the same time, I can't stop loving her. I can safely say that Yosho gets over Saelin's romantic fit for him and moves on with his dour, bull-headed way of doing things. Saelin, on the other had, is torn between humanity and demon-(ity? -icy? -ism?). On one hand, She loves Yosho(She doesn't know that, and if you try to tell her that she might will kill you.) , but her nature is so dynamically opposed to him, she can't stand being around him (And vice-versa). So she "exiles" herself from him to prevent all that painful stuff. Logical, right? If something is bugging you, the get rid of it. Unfortunately, being a ageless being also means your memories are ageless. Saelin very vididly remembers and yearns for Yosho's attention, even if most of it was him beating the crap out of her. She has all sorts of weird feelings because of this:

First is Love. Hidden to her heart because of all the other garbage. Demons of her kind are neither caring or kind in any sense, and the emotional phenomea called "Love" is drastiscally opposed to her very being.

Instead, she gets something along the lines of "Loyalty", prompting her to act in his name, and do things as she might veiw him doing. However, she remembers a 16-18 year old boy. She's at least 50 or more years old. I never determined her actual age. Age aside, She's a freaking demon. One of the most feared and powerful demons to walk Devidica. Why is she LOYAL to some piece of trash like Yosho!?

This is half of the fuel for her Hatred for him. Her pride as a superior being makes her cry out against her situation. She can't be loyal to food. Would you follow a chicken wing's commands without question? (Don't answer that....) Saelin's mind is set up to see Human's as tools and food. She is supposed to have hot, wild sex with them, have babbies with them, and then kill them. She is the brood mother of an army, not a personal soldier to the enemy. On that note, Saelin is a virgin. She enjoys killing too much to ever get close enough to "get down to bussiness", its all pleasure for her--and not her partner.

Which is the other half of her hate for Yosho. Just plain innate hatred for him. He is a human and tool, as explained above. Brushing the pride and emotions aside (Which are mostly Yosho's fault for her having them), Yosho is her lesser, and therefore food/tools. A lion doesn't veiw a hyena as a friend. They are rivals, and in the lion's case, the hyena is food. Saelin is the Lion. Yosho is the Hyena. Their species demand they hate and kill each other, so its simply within Saelin's nature to hate hate hate.

Saelin also feels a bit of guilt when she's around Saelin, something a prideful demon like her is deffinately NOT accostomed to. She enjoys and thrives on pain, torturing others, and killing. We like excersice, playing games and socializing. She likes killing, torturing and watching others suffer. She is a sadist. To her, these are very natural feelings that "Feel right". Reversing the roles, if we were thrust into a world where killing, torturing and such was normal and the "right" thing to do, we would be like a fish out of water. It would feel "Wrong" and our very human nature of banding together and forming packs would be horribly opposed to it. Saelin feels that way about Yosho's set of "Morals", which is pretty much "No killing, No Torture. No Fun" Saelin doesn't like this, but she likes/is loyal to Yosho, and therefore doesn't oppose him, but rather herself. While people certainly can change in extream situations to be loner-savages like Saelin, lone heroboy Yosho is all that extream, esspecially to a demon.


But despite all this, I want saelin to be happy, much like a father wants a misunderstood daughter to "Shape up" and find a good husband...or something like that. I don't know how that works out yet. What I do know is that Saelin lives a very unhappy life and is searching for a happiness she can't define; meaning someone else must find it for her. I desparately want there to be a "Someone else" for Saelin. I don't care who, a lesbian lover, a strong manly hero, a twigy man, religion, ideals, philosophy--Something. But I simply cannot fathom what would cause the proud, exiled demon to humble herself to the point of asking for help which such a big emotional goal. She doesn't even know what she wants. She hates people, still; only Yosho hold's the key to opening up her spiky, hateful cold heart. Yosho doesn't really think much about her after she leaves. He certainly doesn't look for her for too long since she was a bloodthirsty demon. The keymaster ditches the gate keeper to do other things.

This leaves me at a terrible place. Saelin is stuck with all this pain and emotion she can't do anything with, and I'm stuck trying to imagine, picture, and empathize with it and its tragic setting. I hate it. I want happiness. I want Saelin to be able to revel in her new-found freedom and perhaps have kids, and a happy family. But she can't, and it hurts to the point of giving me headaches. It makes me question just how much of an Anti-Hero Yosho is. How many lives has he saved, only to be destroyed more painfully later?

The problem is, the closer I get to Saelin, the more danger is posed. She is not Yosho's lady, she is her own person. I can't thank of her as a human to be loved, or she might will kill me. I have to be like Heroboy, If i get to close, the results will be cataclysmic, so I simply have to be cold. Do you also feel this much strife when you think about others, Heroboy? Perhaps, deep down inside you would have liked to love Saelin back?

--Actually on that note, Yosho very-muchso enjoys Saelin's natural aptitude for combat, since he's very comfortable fighting and such. Its the pleasure Saelin derives from killing that makes Yosho uneasy. If she wasn't a freaking demon, Yosho would totally have a crush on Saelin. Which makes keeping him away from her that much harder.

Continuing the Dream

I gasp and swat something away from my face. It's small and furry and quiet shocked to see me moving. A rat. There's a terrible noise all around me and I'm extreamly uncomfortable, like I slept in wet clothing. I'm also cold. Where the hell am I?

My senses slowly come back to me. I'm laying on my back by an old bus stop in an abandoned community. It was abandoned after a landslide destroyed several houses. Since the potential for landslides to keep happening existed, people moved away. No one was reported dead in the landslide, because no one found the bodies.

It's raining pretty hard. I'll catch a cold if I continue to stay out in this mess. I lift myself up and move toward the nearest building. Unfortunately the door is locked, so I try another. A few attempts later, I find an unlocked house and head in. Its so empty in here that it drives me crazy. Even some dreary scenery or blood stains would be welcome. The emptiness seems more painful than visions of horror.

I can only vaugely remember why I'm here. I lost....something. I think I lost a fight, be usually that would entail me dying. So maybe I lost something here in the village? That would be awkward, since there's only one place I would have left anything. There's no reason not to check, though.

One of the houses destroyed in the landslide was mine--a public school, of sorts. During the storm, we all hid in the basement. The landslice covered the entrance, so no one could esscape. Luckily, there was a side entrance that was uncovered which I esscaped through.

I pause. "That's...wrong."

I quickly move to where I remember the side entrace being. No deaths were reported, and yet I remember people dying. Everyone but me. So why am I alive? I reach the worn down, wooden door. I attempt toopen it but it seems to be jammed. It's not too surprising considering it's had years worth of water damage. I give it a hard tug and break the handle free. Just the handle, because the door is locked.

A terrible feeling runs down my back. There was only one person with a key to this door, which was obviously the home owner. Why is it locked if we left through it? My judgement tells me there's some deep, dark secret down there waiting to be uncovered, and my nerves scream for me to run. My foot ignores both of them and kicks the door in. Immidiately im assailed by the strong smell of death.

I knew it would be there. People died in there, and stayed dead. No investigation was done because no one was reported dead. No one was reported missing either. The others and I were vargrant students of the home owner, a man who called himself "the Master". As kids, we thought it was a pretty cool name, so we went along with it. He would preform amazing tricks, using magic and illusions. He said he knew magic, and I, for one, beleived him.

I wanted to learn, too, so I sought him out as my teacher. We all did, and that's why we came to live in his basement. Nobody misses an orphan from the town in a village miles away, so we were pupils who could learn and not be a liability. Unfortunately, the landslide trapped us all until the house, and since we couldn't get out, we died of starvation.

"That's wrong!" I insist in the racid darkness. I'm alive. I'm certain the squishy thing i just stepped on was at one point too, before the landslide. I should be dead too, because the door was locked. "The door was locked, right?"

"The door is locked!"
"Let us out!"
"I'll kick it down!"
"Master unlock the door!"

Several voices, the voices of children, assail me as I ask about the door. This place is dangerous. The latent magic in the air is unstable, and if I do something wrong, who knows what could happen. It's also dangerous because I only vaugely remember what was in the room. Every other step something crunches or squishes. Its our bodies I'm stepping on, but if I use my magic to light up the room, not only will I see them, but the latent magic could react.

"K-..kay?" I apprehensively call out my best friend's name.

"I told you not to remember, Andy..." She replies. Her voice brings our fight back to me.

"Sorry, I'm not very good at listening." I scowl into the darkness. The "Kay" talking to me isn't Kay. She died with me in the landslide. We all did, but somehow we all lived and become the abberations we are now. For whatever reason, everyone but me required other lives to sustain their own, and that's why I'm hunting them down.

"Kay."

"Andy-...Andril. You never did like Andy." She continues to speak cheerfully.

"How long have you been down here?" I inquire.

"I stayed down here after we all left. I didn't want to leave. I was afraid of what I might do to people." Kay turns away from me. I can't see her, but her voice tells me which direction she's facing.

"And then people found the house." I press.

"I was so hungry, Andril...I couldn't stop myself. It appeared in the newspapaer, huh?" She asks about how I found out of her whereabouts.

Naturally, one would avoid this place if it was where they died. By that same logic, if they were afraid of settling somewhere else, they would have no where else to go. A small newspaper clip headlined a missing construction crew in a landslide in the area. No bodies were found, and funeral services had already been held. I knew better, though.

"You really shouldn't be down here, Andy. I'm so happy to see you, but...I'm so hungry, too. Please...I don't want to." The strain in her voice tells me that her cheerful demeanor before was an act. The pain is easy to discern. Unfortunately, I'm blind in this basement, and she can see clear as day. She's also appereantly faster and stronger than me.

"I'll leave, now, Kay. Only because I can't stop you like this. I'll be back next week." I threaten,

"I'll look forward to it. since you opened the door, I should be able to feed on the rats that come to chew on the corpses. Gee, that sounded dour..." She pouts.

"I'm going to stop you, Kay." I threaten again, backing up slowly and making my way toward the light shaft.

She wins again. For now....

Regarding Yosho and "Castes"

This post was made after I made a Slight Change to the character info box in the wiki.

Basically, I added "Castes", Social catagories in which people fall into.

This is comprised of three sepirate caste-catagories: Individual, Social, and Eternal

The first of the three is generally the most import to the Character themselves. This caste is how the character views themselves. For example, Yosho views himself as a fighter. He fights, uses combat tactics, and physical knowledge as a means to achive his goal.

The second is how others view the character; In Yosho's case, as a Hunter. This could mean several things, but the overall meaning is that "The Hunter" is seeking something diligently. Whether that thing is truely game to feed a family, or your evil sister who has murdered a bunch of people does not matter. What matters is that the Hunter hunts and likely seeks to destroy their target, otherwise they might be something like a "Seeker".

The final caste in this trio is important to...well, no one, really. This caste describes the Character's relationship to the world they live in. In this case, Yosho is Fated. What does fated mean, though? Is he Destined to do something? Like DIE!? Perhaps he'll change the world entirely. Yosho is a special case, since he is a main character of a book, and does bring about some extream changes in the world he lives in. Other people might have a caste like "Leader" or "Follower".

With this system in place, a blueprint for random character generation could possibly be scratched up. Random castes are chosen from a list, then a random alignment, and ta-da! Instant, two-dimentional character, ready to be given a new dimention.

I'll toy with it some, but for now, the Caste thing is un-important, its just another tid-bit similar to "Disposition", a way to see the character at a glance.

Random Story Setting: Sometimes, we just have to write.

I remember it as if it were yesterday. The Sun. A beautiful blue sky with only a few clouds. Just enough clouds to keep the sky from being boring, but at the same time prevent it from becoming cluttered. I would ride on a bike down a small paved path that lead to my home from school. I miss that bike. I miss a lot of things. I'm really tired of missing the past, but it seems like the harder I strive for the future, the more "past" i gain.

"Hey! Wacko in the coat!" A man calls me from my day dreaming.

"Sorry! Spaced out, there. Thank you for taking me this far." I reply.

We've arrived at a small, underdeveloped community outside of town. It's sort of like a "fail attempt" at starting the expansion of the town. Mudslides from heavy rain caused the hill to fall apart and take out a couple houses. The potential existed for it to keep happening, so people naturally stopped wanting to live here. Expansion of the town has now started in the other direction, and this small little ruin is a memory to only old people like me and the bus driver.

"This is where you wanted to come, huh?" He asks me.

"Yeah, I got some business here." I try and act cool, but....

"Drug dealing?" He gives me a sharp look.

"Ahh! No, no. Graves of family and all that from the landslide. Hah, sure did sound shady for a moment there, didn't I?" Oops....

"You're in that big ol' trench coat. Not much else someone would expect. Hmm," He squints at me slightly, trying to read my features, "You'd have to have been pretty young. I heard nobody died in the landslide either."

"Not true, I lost my pet rabit." To that, he gives me a harsh, dubious look. "Hey, now. For a young kid, that's pretty heavy."

"Gonna put some flowers on its grave?" He mocks.

I can't blame him, though. A twenty year old man wouldn't come back for his pet rabit's restless spirit.

"I'm a sentimental guy. I don't like to forget things." Now I'm just wasting time.

"Whatever. Go fluff the grave and come back."

"Huh? Oh, no. I'll walk back." I reply.

"Walk?" He seems a bit shocked. "I drive you out all this way and you're gonna walk back? It's a dangerous path even in a car, son."

"It'll be fine. If the rain gets too bad I'll sleep in one of the old buildings. I'm sure the mice wont mind." I laugh as I step off the bus.

The bus driver scoffs and starts up the engine. The door closes with a slight squeak. After a bit of time, the bus takes off down the old, muddy street. At the corner, he pulls a U-turn and begins to head back toward town. The farther away he gets, the more tense I become. The rain is so loud. It's like taking a shower and trying to hear a pin drop. The bus will be out of sight, soon. We both know that everything starts when that driver isn't watching me in the rearview mirror anymore.

It's gone....

Before I even have time to contemplate how tense I am, I hear a voice in front of me. They appeared out of nowhere.

"I didn't think I would get any visitors out here." A bright, chipper femanine voice pireces the air.

She looks about my age, dressed in a mix of random fashions, likely from stolen clothing. She's cute. Why is she smiling? I hate it so much when they smile at me. They shouldn't be excited to see me.

"Are you gonna talk back?" Try as the rain might, it can't make her voice sound any less beautiful.

"You know why I'm here, right?" I ask her.

"Yeah....I do. But I've been so lonely, so I wanted to talk a bit, if that's alright?" She gives me a puppy-stare I almost can't say no to.

"I'd prefer not to. Last time I indulged one of you, they took advantage of the moment and tried to kill me." I explain with a sigh.

"It's only fair, right?" She giggles. Why is she so damn happy?

"Yeah, I guess." I left my hand slide into a nearby shadow. It's hard to find one in all this rain. I hate rain and night for that reason. From that shadow, I pull out a dagger.

Her eyes droop a bit at the sight of my blade, but her smile stays. "I really don't want to fight...."

"You have to. Sorry." I give a cold reply. I won't let that bubbly personality get to me.

"...Am I going to die?" She asks. Now her voice is sad. No one, not even a ghost could ask that without sadness.

"I'm sorry." I can't waste any more time. I rush at her, bounding across the street in seconds and slicing for her neck. I hit only the air.

"I think it's sort of silly how you had to ride a bus here. You have a sword, and that long, black coat, but you don't explode out of some shadowy vortex or even drive a car of your own." She continues trying to talk to me.

"I'm working on it!" I try again. I assumed she was weaker due to her aprehension, but its obvious that she's just as powerful as the rest. Just as before, I make the air suffer the sting of my blade.

This time, she remains next to me. It seems like she's about to talk, but I don't give her the chance, I swing again and again. She's fast. Amazingly fast. She's faster than me, which is worthy of praise all on its own. I don't beleive that super speed is her special ability, though.

I duck for a moment and try to sweep her legs with a kick, then I quickly slash where I know she'll stand. Her expression is hard to reason. She's both curious and shocked. What could she be thinking?

Before my blade bites into her, I feel something soft against my back. Breasts, to be exact. She's hugging me from behind, holding my arms down. Not only is she fast, but she's strong enough to keep me from knocking her away. I can't tell what she's doing. How is she always just one step ahead of me? There's a reason, I just have to find it.

"Please...I don't want to hurt anyone. Not anymore." She says in a sad whisper. I'd beleive her if she didn't have a kill count higher than mine.

I stuggle, but I can't break free. Things start to become hazy. Is she draining my life away? I don't feel weak.

"Doesn't it feel lonely like this?" She keeps pleading

My vision is fading. Feeling is starting to leave me. Everything is slowly turning grey.

"You'll catch a cold if you stay out here too long...." She lets go and I fall helplessly to the ground. I can't move because I'm so weak. My shadow blade has vanished because I can't hold it together. My mind...is fine. If I'm dying, shouldn't my thoughts be disoriented?

I can see her. She's standing above me with her hands lightly pressed against her skirt to keep me from seeing up it. She's crying. Why is she crying? Why is she smiling? Why is she so cute?

"A memory should be forgotten, Andy...." She says. I haven't been called "Andy" in so long...It's nostalgic.

"I don't want to forget you...that's why I have to stop you from becoming something you're not." I reply. I can still talk, too. I can't see anymore. I can't feel. I can only hear our voices in the floating darkness.

"That's mean. You know I really liked you back then. You can't just come out saying cool stuff like that." She teases. It feels nice to talk with her again. She was cute back then, too. I don't think I was likeable, though. Maybe more-so, since I wasn't trying to stab her back then.

"Let me go, demon." I demand.

"That's not my name, Andy." She pouts.

"You don't have one. You lost it when you started killing the others." I reply more harshly.

"I'm sorry, Andy...." She says.

"My name's Andril, Kay!" I shout at her. I hate "Andy". Kay would always call me that to endear me to her.

"So you do remember?" She giggles.

"Yeah, I know your name! I told you I'm not forgetting you!" I shout.

"Sorry, Andy. But you're not ready to remember me yet....so you should just forget. Night." She says before my mind fades to black.

Concerning the Inhabitants of Devidica...

Who the Bleep are all these people?!

Seriously, the majority of the characters listed in the wiki have nothing to do with the book itself. Sure, a historical figure here and there is good. But what about Characters like Nope!? I know for certainly she has nothing to do with Yosho and Dinishi. The same applied for a bunch of other charaters whom i know exist in the world, but have absolutely no bearing on the book.

Its nice to have a nice and expansive world, but the mind of a human can only compute so much before it needs to archive things. Why does my brain spout out these crazy concepts when conciously I know that I may never use them? Don't get me wrong, I would love to apply someone like Nope to Yosho's life to act as yet another ssarcastic thorn in his side; but she simply does not belong in Yosho's life. Its how the world works; those character just don't apply themselves to that part of the world.

Its like Mr. Richardsworth in London(*Instant Ficticious Character: GO!*), he will never come to your house and explain his life story to you. You do not know he exists, and he does not know you exist. If he died in the most horrible way possible, it would have no bearing on your life. Conversely, if he became the bestest person in the whole world, it still would not affect you beyond a news report. Why? He doesn't live near you. You and he are not important enough to each other to go out of your way to interact with eachother.

You best friend, Jimbo, on the other hand, has a great impact on your life. Characters like Nope are the Mr. Richardsworth of Yosho/Dinishi's life. I don't even know where Nope lives, exactly, and yet I know she exists.

If it ever gets to the point where you, my loyal fans(I beleive the count is at 3 at the time of this post, and I don't think any know about this blog), come across a character that you just fall in love with, let me know, and I will deal with them. I only recently found out Feirahn has a large role in the book because I thought about her for weeks on end. The apiffiny was actually fairly simple, and made me feel so dumb a grown man would cry, but sometimes it take tedious, unending thought to come up with such small things because we're so dazzeled by the greater picture.

Anyway, This is my rant about why I have characters I may never use. I end here, for now....

Overview of the Period of Blades

OooOoh, What a fancy title. But what exactly does it mean?

My book starts JUST before the Period of Blades, when Yosho Ki'Sing is born. Later throughout Yosho's life, he develops a degree of fame, and finally does something so unimaginable, that Period of Time was named after him and his signiture fighting style--using a sword. By saying this post is an Overview of the Period of Blades, its actually an overview of my story's general outline, and technically doesn't even talk about the Period of Blades, since it is declared the Period of Blades AFTER Yosho becomes famous and the events in the book take place. Regardless, that's the best name I could come up with.

So, Shall we begin?

The Book is written in a biased third-person point of view, for the most part. Our narrator narrates sepirate of Dinishi and Yosho, but using a majority of their intelligence as his/hers/its basis for drawing conclusions. Why?

I felt that writing this way was the most comfortable for me. It gives me the feeling that I don't have to explain every single detail in the world, only the ones that matter to the characters at the time. This doesn't mean while running, Jimbo the Aglie Fighter will trip over a tree branch that was never there, simply because he didn't observe it. This means that Jimbo will confidently stride forward, thinking there is nothing in his way, but failing to notice the obtrusive tree branch. The biased third person serves to involve the reader with the emotions of the bias in question, rather than to hide information from the reader.

--Our book starts out from the [biased, third-person]point of View of Dinishi Mirrelle Ki'Sing when she is 12 years old. At this point, Dinishi serves as a door greater, inviting you into the writing style and the world itself through the clear and innocent eyes of a child. There is a deal of foreshadowing involving what happens next; Yosho Jorn ki'Sing is born, and Cilest Mirrelle Ki'Sing dies while giving birth to him.

Six years later, cuz we don't want to ready through Dinishi changing Yosho's diapers for chapters on end....

--Point of View switches to Yosho, and his optomistic outlook on life. I have difficulty here, because I am 22(Almost 23; was 19-20ish when writing it), and I simply don't have the metacognitive capacity to phathom what could be going on in a child's mind when he does the things he does. I try to make it sweet and cute, but at the same time display a level of maturity instilled on Yosho from his older sister, who has become very serene and gentle over the past six years. The Father, Jorn Jorn Ki'Sing (hah...Jorn-Jorn), is nearly non-existant in Yosho's life. He works tirelessly to support Yosho and Dinishi, and since his wife's death, has been slowly fading away into nothing.

--Currently, I am writing the transition from the outskirts of Klaime to Klaime itself. Its a difficult place for me, because I want to have it flow smoothly, but the So'ere Family, except for Nightingale, is giving me trouble. The patron of the estate, Pheonix, needs to not like Yosho. However, this is hard to do. The So'ere family is really good friends of the Ki'Sing family due to the relationship of a current living member (Robin So'Ere) and Yosho and Dinishi's mother. Pheonix certainly doesn't scorn his own family members, and he enjoys the lady-like nature of Dinishi. This means that Yosho needs to get on Pheonix's bad side to the point where Pheonix disregards the feelings of his two sisters, Robin, and Nightingale(Who loves Yosho), and Dinishi, and kicks Yosho out of the So'ere estate, forcing him to live on the streets.

This presents another problem. How does Dinishi react initialy? Her pent up emotion will come in later in this post, but her initial reaction can't be good. unfortunately, I don't know what this reaction is.

What I -do- know is that Nightingale So'ere, who is akin to an emotionless doll, builds up feelings for Yosho and his nature. Particularly Nightingale is drawn to Yosho's ability to relate to and comprehend Nightingale's subconcious desires and feelings that she doesn't display openly. Pheonix is Jealous of this, as are several others, but enough to hate a child? What finally does set Pheonix off is Nightingale for once takes initiative, and kisses Yosho. Pheonix, or maybe a maid servant, witnessess this, and that Horny Boy who has obviously been manipulating Nightingale is kicked out of the estate! Nightingale does not speak, nor show emotion, so she cannot protest this.

--After I pass this point, it will be nearly smooth sailing. Yosho, in his street wandering, meets a merchant(He's like a UPS man, sort of)--Incks, who takes him in under his wing. Yosho learns a lot about people during this time. Yosho travels south toward destiny(Translation: Point of view change) and while working around the port, unfortunately happens upon a bear. Yosho(Who'd been in the forested areas near the port) is chased to the shore line, where a water fairy observes the bear dealing a mortal wound to the young man. Not being Malevolant, the fairy scares the bear away, and sustains Yosho's life with some magic while contemplating what to do with the unlucky human. Being a young and impulsive fairy, she decides the best course of action is to take Yosho to the secret hideout of the water fairies.

Yosho will spend two years with the naked water ladies(lucky bastard...) while point of view switches to Dinishi for the most part, occasionally stopping on Yosho to make sure he is still alive and learning. Dinishi, in the time Yosho has been away (im thinking 3 years, one of southern travel, and two of hawt fairies) goes crazy. The focal point of her life, practically her child, has been torn from her. She becomes spiteful of others, and after some time, she snaps. Dinishi, although truely hating Mr. Pheonix for what happened, has little contact with him, and so, Dinishi's anger is turned toward Nightingale, who's relationship caused Yosho to be thrown out. Long story short, Dinishi kills the So'ere family, and a couple of their servants, and runs off out of horror of her actions.

--Until Yosho returns to the limeline, the Story focuses on Dinishi spiraling out of control. First she murders to So'ere family, who really weren't bad people. To attone(But still get some rage out), she begins to actively hunt down criminals, murdering them ruthlessly. She's not an expirianced killer, to the deaths are messy and easily tracked. Luckily, she has a shadow looming over her helping her cover up the evidance. After some time as a killer, Dinishi becomes desensitized to others' lives. She grows to not only hate bad people, but everyone. Dinishi feels it is a good idea to destroy Klaime, so she goes about doing that through Nuclear Winter. Thousands of people freeze to death, and people sent to confront her are nailed to trees with lances of ice, and later their bodies serve as her brutes(Zombies, undead, necromancy, what have you). This section mainly focuses on the darkness building up in Dinishi's heart, and becoming released.

--Yosho returns! Woo! He finally started growing, so he needed new clothes. Want a better reason as to why he came back? You don't get one, because fairies don't care for better reasons (Or at least, they're trying to make their new little brother feel comfortable, and don't know what to do about this whole "clothing" issue). While in the town with his fairy sister, Yosho hears about Dinishi and her actions. Being the responsible young man he is, he feels its best to go and confront her and stop her from what she's doing. he parts with his fairy life style, and begins marching north to find Dinishi.

--Yosho is appauled at Dinishi's actions; murder mostly. The Loss of Nightingale hits him esspecially hard, since he liked Nightingale as much as she liked him (horny kids! bah!). At this point, Yosho's thoughts turn more from "Talk to her" and toward "Justice". This is another short arc in the book, a mirror of Dinishi's two year focus. While Yosho travels toward Dinishi's location, he builds up his sense of Right and wrong, seeing mostly the pain Dinishi has been causing others, instead of being enveloped by his own pain like Dinishi.

At this point, we expect a grand conflict, 15 year old Yosho Vs. his elder sister, and great mage Dinishi! Well you don't get one. Dinishi has attracted a lot of attention from both good and evil people. A good person, her former magical instructor, wants to help Dinishi, but Dinishi's ability has spiraled so far out of control, he couldn't hope to challenge her. Instead, he requests aid from a more expirianced colleage. Little does Mr. Teacher Man know, but this colleage is pocessed by one of those evil people that caught wind of Dinishi. This evil thing, known only as Cloak of Bones, is interested in poccessing Dinishi and using her seemingly limitless power for himself, cuz evil people do that.

Yosho arrives at break-neck speed to find a poccessed Dinishi, a still semi-sentiant Dalique(Cloak of Bones) and a looming shadow, Lexsuncion. Yosho is presented with a choice; Save his sister from servitude, or free her. Dalique/Bones promises to leave the city alone, since there's no reason for him to be overly malicious. Yosho is forced to make his first difficult decission. Before, everything came naturally. Bad stuff happened, so he had to be good; Simple as that. Now, that thing he was coming to challenge is beset by a bad thing. Letting his own flesh and blood be taken as a slave was certainly a bad thing, but so was letting her continue. Ultimately, Yosho decides that this evil entity is evil'er than Dinishi, and challenges him.

Heroboy gets his ass whooped. Its hardly even a contest for a 1000-year old assassin to beat the crap out of a 16 year old boy, right? Meanwhile, our good buddy Lexsuncion has been hovering over Yosho and Dinishi's lives for some time, casually observing them because he finds them interesting. So interesting, in fact, he's willing to challenge the evil Cloak of Bones. Lex may only be 800 years old, but he doesn't need to poccess other people to sustain his life force. its not a one-sided battle, but Lex is a clear winner against Cloak of bones. Lex then subdues yosho with some poison, and helps Dinishi esscape Klaime.

--Yosho awakens to Lex, who explains what happened, and where Dinishi has gone. She's crossed the boarder! Unfortunately, the boarder is closed (So how'd she cross it? F***in' Lex...) due to the war. But Yosho MUST stop his sister's tyranny! So he does the only logical thing; Joins the military to fight against Grey's Mark. Under lex's toolage, Yosho becomes a very competent fighter and tactician, and soars through the ranks of Klaime's army, despite his age. He becomes a lieutenant of an elite tactical battalion. He challenges his Commander's actions and several occasions, and for insubordination, the Commander decides to make and example of Yosho.

Heroboy kills the commander, and there is a big fuss over it. Appearantly, killing bad people is considered wrong when they're important and smart bad people. Yosho is inquired about his actions, and found worthy of probation, instead of death. During his probation, Yosho grows and grows in military prowess. He commonly takes charge on the filed of battle, adapting quickly to situations that baffle his superiors. After his probation ends, he is instated as the commander of his old unit, to the shock of many.

With his small unit that is only 150 men strong, he spearheads the assault on Grey's Mark seemingly flawlessly. The small unit works its way closer and closer to the city until they simply can't skirmish and sneak past armies despite their small numbers. At this point, Yosho gets the rbight(dumb) idea to ditch the army, and charge straight for grey's mark himself. A single person could get there easier, and the oppisition he does meet along the way are scouts and jailors(who are there to capture him because the scouts report him. He's just one guy, afterall...) are too weak to handle the seemingly flawless swordsman.

Heroboy fights his way single-handedly into the city, where he plans to meet the queen and force a surrender. Things are a bit sketchy here, but Yosho does not wave his sword around like a superhero and use his manly muscles to bring a nation to its knees. Instead, its explained to him that the queen actually wanted to meet him, so he was allowed to enter the city under the ruse of poor protection; he didn't really think he could charge down the whole city did he?

In this little conversation, the queen comes up with a plan to end the war, since her people certainly don't like it either. All Yosho has to do is get married. Simple, right? So Yosh-WAIT WHAT!? It turns out, Yosho's actually from a very infulentual noble liniage(Which we find out early on, but this is kept from Yosho). The "political tie" between the two nations might be just enough to end the war(Theres some sneaky politics going on here, but those are boring and explained in the book anyway). Yosho grudgingly agrees to marry the most adorable and sweet Lian girl in the universe, hating it(For some reason) the whole time.

--Yosho Stagnates for four months while he waits for the war to end. Point of View switches to Dinishi and her reactions to her solitary life. Some stuff happens. The story is nearing a close!

--Soon, the war is declared over, and Yosho heads out immidiately to find his sister. His wife follows, because she's grown attatched to Yosho. More and More spoilers start to come. Dinishi actually HASN'T crossed the boarder(DAMNIT LEX!!!) and Yosho hunts her down.

--SOMETHING BIG HAPPENS!

--Book 1 ends.


As far as spoilers and character interaction goes, there is a great deal more. For example, Where's Saelin? oh she's in there. She almost has sex with Yosho even. The reason she's not included in this outline, along with Sirrieena, yosho's loving bodyguard, is that Yosho does not view these people as important to his overall goal(There's that biased third person for ya). There is a lot more color between the explained arcs, but Yosho's eyes grow to loss sight of the color around him, and soon, everything becomes black, white, and shades of grey.

Anyone would kill to take Juhani, his wife, as their bride, but Yosho becomes so far gone at this point that he doesn't realize just how much relationships mean to him or others. In a sense, Yosho dies, and is like a corpse walking aimlessly toward its final goal.

The Period of Blades extends farther beyond the events in the first book (Planing me something like a trilogy), and ends either in the second, or the begining of the third book, where another period starts, and is quickly stopped at the dawn of a new era! After that....well...I dont know. If i ever finish this story as a trilogy, the world simply wont stop existing. There's more out there, afterall. What will assail my mind after the Period of Blades, only time can tell.

Mental State of Affairs

Okay; so here we have an actual post about the book/story/world this blog supposedly highlights, and my currect relation to it.

In my little "about me" section to the side, I identify myself as a "slave to the story", this has a double meaning, so I'll go over the first One I came to realize. It's pretty simple: Once I start a story, no matter how much I hate it, or how terrible it is, I feel a strong desire to finish it.

I assume that I get some degree of fufillment from this, as if I have partaken of and completed a section of something through a strenuous task. It's why I wont read Twilight; My wife read the books, and assures me they're horrible, full of eye-gouging cliche`, and also Chick-Flicks(And books) Really aren't what I am interested in. Despite this book having EVERYTHING against it, I know that If i start reading it, I will not be able to stop myself until I have reached the end of the events being portrayed. That is the first part of being a Slave to the Story.

The Second involves my book. Quite simply; I am a slave to it, as if it were a story I was reading. Its Origins lay in a roleplaying branch of good old Starcraft; where I made the first character of the book from a system of Random Character generation where I used two random words. The two words in question were "red" and "sweater", and they gave birth to Saelin La'Mean, who was the archetype for the Current Saelin La'Mina. Continuing; I enjoyed the story and background I gave Miss La'Mean so much, that I began using her as my first persistant character. Eventually, I found buddies who I would bump into often, and we began to perpetuate that story using Starcraft as our Medium.

I left Starcraft for other games eventually, but the seed had already been planted. It wasn't long before the first prototype of the story was made, involving Dinishi, Yosho's older sister. It was scrapped. I was a pretty bad writer when I was young. When I actually learned how to write a paragraph, I started on the story once more, this time featuring Dinishi with a Younger brother; Yosho. It got scrapped too--the story had no drive.

Let's fast forward to some time just before this current model of the Story. I'd like to note that before "Beyond Memories" was what it is, the story itself had no title. This incarnation involved Lexsuncion I'Qwee, Evaine Do'Riallis, her little sister Calli and a guy named Scioh. I wasn't satisfied with this, even as I was writing it. The plot was rushed, and it was more like a "Slice of Life" setting, than an actual book with a conflict.

Then, Lex(The character) Decided that it was time to take matters into his own hands. The ass called a sort of "meeting" in my brain, and through a dream, I literally sat down and had a conversation with the current cast about the direction to book was going in. Lex pretty much told me that their branch of the book was pointless. Dark, scary assassins shouldn't have their backstories explained before they're dark and scary. Through a metacognitive dream, a Character from my story told me to scrap the story he was featured in, and go back to basics where I was comfortable.

It was at this point I had to think to myself: "What was basic?" Saelin was, of course, the first character who popped into my mind. Where was she over the past 6-7 incarnations of the story? Where was ANYTHING that had originally started the story? Somewhere along the way, I got into the habit of betraying my own idea of the world revolving around the story for the sake of originallity. Original to what though? Myself? Damnit I was dumb!

Suddenly, things became very clear as to what the Story was going to do, and for about a year, I could not stop writing. Unfortunately, as progressive as that sounds, High School tries very hard to keep people on track, and generally frown on people drawing concept art and writing of weeks on end in a journal that has nothing to do with the current lesson. That conflict aside, I set up the framework for the current story through 3 different incarnations of the story (Totaling about 11 different attempts to make a story at that point). Fourth time seemed to be the charm, and once I played with that charm, I realized I was no longer writing the book, but the book was writing itself.

Generally, an author feels they are in control, similar unto how a diety would have absolute power over a mortal(mythology aside--just roll with it, please). But this leads us to think about Greek Dieties, and other religions. Why are their paragons of good and righteousness so f***ed up?! Are they not perfect, ultimate beings? Or perhaps, they were just created as a means to explain events in our lives; our story. My book got to the point where I was simply the hand that moved the pencil that put it into physical form.

Currently, that hold isn't so strong, but now its deeper set into the mind. Before, I wouldn't think about the general state of the world, Devidica, while I was chilling with writer's block. Now, when I am not writing about the book, my mind is checking, re-reading and refining everything about the world beyond memories, making sure that the world that the characters live in is as real as possible. I had some say in the book, like names, geography(for the most part) and character relationships, but after the intial groundwork had been completed, it was like putting the Little Fish that was my book into a larger fish tank. It grew larger to acomodate its eviroment.

As the tank grew, so did the fish(Book). The Tank our little fish swam around in eventualy became so big that I could not keep track of all of it, so I had to orgonize my thoughts and ideas into lists and word documents. Soon, that wasn't enough, because the lists were too big to be sensible. That gave birth to the Wikia, and leads up to today.

At current, The main conflict of the book hasn't even started. I am having difficulties figuring out exactly hoe our hero, Yosho, and his sister come to be close to the So'ere Family, who takes them under their wing (*Giggle* They're all named after birds. "Takes them underwing". Get it? Heh...) After becoming close, what prompts the events that lead to our Anti-Heroine Dinishi to murder and kill thousands of people? After that, there is a two-year (book time) Period that Yosho spends nearly non-existant. We get to delve deeper into Dinishi's mind at this point, and watch her try to destroy the world (Resulting in the aformentioned thousands of people getting killed.) Once that happens and Yosho returns, its pretty smooth sailing as far as writing goes.

Until that point, however, I'm stuck just wandering around the world. Don't get me wrong, though. This ambiant time is amazing. Sitting and just contemplating the mechanics of an alternate world you created is amazingly introspective. You come to realize things about yourself, and by proxy, these reflections of your subconcious that you've dreamed up on paper.

Why is it, that I feel this world needs to be "perfect" within its own contained rule-set? We're gonna look at harry potter for this one. I hate magic. Hate hate hate hate hate HATE Magic from mainstream media. You wiggle your fingers, and something happens. An explanation as to why isn't there. There is no law of conservation of matter and energy. *Wiggle wiggle* something happens. Easy as that. But wait! Lo' and behold, a greater challange has presented itself. Whatever will you do with your limited skill?! *Wiggle wiggle* Ahh! of course! because the stressful situation warrents to use of Dues Ex Machina through the medium of magic. We all know doing something hard becomes really easy, and more productive, when we're stressed and put into a difficult situation, right?

F*** THAT!!!

Why did that character gain a vast reserve of new power? What about emotion, or stress, or the circumstances allowed them to achive a degree of power that previously, was not attainable. What makes this powerful? What is Power? Is It energy? Is it application? What is it built up from? I know for damn sure Harry Potter wasn't using Mercury(Hg) to make the troll-thingy's club float.

So the end of being able to justify my world, to its inhabitants and not nessicarily to others, I had to create a system by which magic "worked". It was applied, there was an exchange, something happened because "....". Fullmetal Alchemist, I beleive, goes into a similar state of affairs concerning the nature of people's powers. There is reasion and science behind it. Some people don't understand that scienece, and some people do. Generally, the people that do are more skilled in their craft.

Will you ever see Yosho sit down and talk to someone about the exchange of energies that took place when he accidently set his arm on fire? No. No one around him is smart enough to tell him that his subconcious was reflected onto one dimention, which reflected onto another, and then reflected back to Devidica. No one actually knows that Yosho's evisionment of creating fire, while he was sitting next to a fireplace and eating, was veering toward using natural bodyheat as its catalyst. Because Yosho Didn't know this, in fact, he couldn't control it properly, and thus, his arm got crispy.

Juhani, sweet and adorable Juhani; Does she know what the flip and Exode is!? No! Who does? I can only think of one character, who isn't actualy even in the book, that has a basic grasp of what they are. Does that mean that the Exode is irrelivant? If is not featured in what we are looking at currently, does it have to exist?

My Answer, and the point I am building up to (finally!) is Yes: Things have to work properly in order to Work. Let us say there is a higher power, we will call God (im actually religious and all, but as to not offend others who may not be, I will refer to this topic in passive voice). God created the world and everything about it, and you know what? I think it works pretty damn well. Sure, we may get pissy about how we don't like particular points, but if everyone lived perfectly, the world would not be consistant. This proves that this God figure built the world according to a design and a plan. This plan doesn't revolve around You, or Me, but itself. If I revolved around me, I would finish my book, and anyone who didn't like it would be forced to doubt existance. However, because this "plan" is based on itself and the perpetuation of itself(rules), That person who doesn't like a particular circumstance can safely blame that circumstance, and not existance itself.

Because Existance itself no longer challenges the well-being of its inhabitants, because God(Or in my case, the author, as we will now refer to them as so as not to get too religious) set up rules to perpetuate Exisance, Existance can to just that, without being dependant on the ideals of the things within that existance. Now; Dinishi can go crazy, and feel wronged for something that really wasn't so wrong, and blame others, and kill thousands of people, and existance won't care, because it doesn't need those thousands of people to approve of it. Existance can keep on going and not have to be personified, but it can simply be. Because Existance can be what it is, I don't have to rethink and check things to make sure everything "makes sense"(Well, I do, but nevermind that). I can trust that this existing entity--this world--can sustain itself.

Later on we'll actually come to find that that world's existance is doomed to collapse after an indefinate amount of time, but there would be spoilers in explain that. We'll just say that before sh** goes down, there is a 0% chance existance can faulter. Afterwords, the Chance for existance to go arwy appears, and thus, it will happen. Maybe not in an imaginable amount of time, but it is bound to happen now that the chance exists.




BAH! WRITING!! Really though, what else can I do when I'm up all night? ("Write the damn book?" "Stfu!! ><") I hope you all(Who all?) enjoyed my rant. I go off on tangents often, but that defines a good rant, or at least thats what I am going to say defines a good rant so I don't look quite as bad in my closing of the Blog's first actual post. Stop Writing lex...Stop....Just....click....Post...(Err, Publish)

Contemplative Introspection of Redundancy

So, here I am, doing something that feels completely wrong. Seriously; I loathe things like Facebook, and Myspace; EBlogger is no different in this loathing department. If i want to relate to others, I'll do it by walking up to them and talking to them.

So then what the flip is this?!

Inspiration for this Blog came from another Blog that will go unmentioned that I periodically visited. After reading a contemplative, insightful post regarding the mental state and introspective nature of the writer in question, I realized: Dear lord....I'm one of them.

No; I wil not come here every day and post my "status". No, I will not tell you all my personal secrets. No, I will not reveal to you that I am a superhero...--CRAP!

*ahem*

Anyway; What this Blog exists to do is to be a place of communication and introspection for me, and my fellows. As a writer, I need to write, or i die (Proven fact!). Sometimes, the ideas for the world beyond memories don't flow, and sometimes they do. When they don't, I'm forced to wallow around in a painful lack of existance until something inspires me to think about something else.

This Blog will become an escape from that painful nothingness I feel when I absolutely HAVE to write; but do not have anything to write about. It'll be a fairly stagnent place until other people do some talking or some such in other places, but the Wicka page is like that too. I will take this time to point out that I spelled it "Wicka", and all previous "Wikia"s above were typos of the same nature before i caught them. I only started doing that today. Maybe there's some meaning behind that?

Link to Wikia Page

First thing is first; A blog relating to a collective of ideas regarding a book in planing should have a link to the wikia page I've set up to store all my ideas for aforementioned book, right?

http://beyondmemories.wikia.com/wiki/Beyond_Memories_Wiki