"Let there be light!" - I accept writing requests. Just leave me a message, I am friendly. :-)
In the previous "Making Of", we covered the motivation for combining genres and I am willing to explain the game dynamics that I have used to create the story.
I wanted to experiment by combining genres that have been, to the best of my knowledge, mutually exclusive.
You reach for your mace, unclasping it from its sheath and twirl it around at the soldier standing right in front of you.
You fall into the sky and feel the wind gushing between your fingers as you gnaw at the fabric of the world.
You find yourself amongst a pile of rubble, no doubt the remains of a scorching war. To the north, you can see the path leading through the trees to the clearing which brought you here.
You close you eyes, slowly, watching the curtains sheathe your stare into the forest. Tired and beaten body is taken by a relentless desire for slumber.
You make your way to the opening in the mountain and pause to examine the entrance. Along the edges of the opening you can make out sturdy golden beams, holding the entrance open.
[ Turn to chapter 9. ].
You push the branches aside with your fingers, moving your legs through the branches, feeling them tug at your skin.
[ Turn to chapter 13. ].
You tear your way through the clouds, skipping from boulder to boulder, squatting on top of rocks from time to time to examine whether the path ahead clears up, touching the boulders for support and...
Opening your eyes, you feel the weight of your assailant pressing against your tummy and down into the mud.
You are at the "Scarlet Spirit Crossing". To the left you can make out a path sloping downward into the fog.
The sky is covered by a battle of darkness and light, clashing together on the battlefield. Coming to your senses, you can barely feel any pain, your vision clouded with shiny sparks.
Afraid to open your eyes, you lay still but feel the tickle of drops on your skin no more.
Pure light dispels the darkness as you open your eyes and let out a loud scream, feeling the fingers of your assailant clench your hair, holding you in-place, both of your knees rooted into the muddy...
As you pace through, the trodden path turns into dirt, the snow subsides and you are lead to a wood mill.
The sky floods with light and you bat your lashes several times to dispel the confusion.
You look at the mage, squirming under the weight of your foot pressing him against the cottage, feeling his own dismay crawl up your leg. You have had enough of wars for now.
As you approach the settlement, you are able to make out the outline of a cottage, the crest of the guild of wizards of the opposing kingdom etched with fire into a wooden plank into the beams of the...
As you vanish through the opening in the mountains, a bridge spreads underneath your feet.
As you close your eyes, you swallow down hard, your legs feeling splashed with water, jumping up onto your chest.
Your curl your toes in your boot, and push the mage against the wood for leverage as he screams in agony, you shatter his neck and send the mace into a downward plunge, expediting his death as you...
"Your path is chosen", the voice echoes through the sky making you look around confused. "Tell me, what path have you laid out before you?".
Your eyes spring open as his blade punctures through armor, the tip of the dagger touching your sweat covered skin.
You feel the cold air splash against your face as you emerge from the pool, shooting the water into the air and float back down, opening your eyes, unclenching your teeth, breathing out and relaxing...
How many times have you felt torn between deleting an application and still keeping it around because, who knows...
I remember I was very young, and being brought up a bit of a tomboy, I used to skip school with my mates and frequent all the pubs or just hang out in the city.
Although these times are difficult, I can say we are highly privileged since my husband works for one of the largest lawyer firms in our country.