I normally don’t plan things, they just happen in the moment whatever my mood is but I figure it hasn’t worked well. Thus I’ll plan, but not write, just a skeleton and keep it until I become more learned in the ways of literature. I do not feel at my peak and never will, for it takes extraordinary, planning, finesse, dedication, talent and experience to write or even come close to writing such a caliber of work as some do. If I can eventually create a body of work that is five volumes, each at least 200,000 words than I’ll be satisfied.
I’ve started, a rough sketch, but here I’ll map out various clans, factions and so forth, towns, cities, try to make it very trim.
I want to make a three tiered spell system, in the mind, in the soul, in the spirit. Channeled, kinetic and other. Not sure how but no one can possess all three, it will kill them. Possessing two is unique, but never three, only a handful are capable in two, a special school remains for this. Having one is spectacular, a latent talent that all have, but it has to be awoken.
And the evil, it is subtle, evil is as good is, both polarities are tied together, neither can separate.
Where there is good, evil follows, but where there is evil, seldom good happens. In the spectrum of the morality that is places between both good and evil, it can be expressed as a rainbow, a neutral balance must be upheld at all costs. Bad things, no matter how horrific must always take their course, as must good things no matter how pure.
There are 23 pillars of evil, erected from the world. Something dark and ancient has been secured, once these pillars are destroyed the equilibrium, the balance will unsettle. But each pillar is unique and from each pillar resides strong currents of evil, it weaves as deep and as powerful as dread magicnar. All the things in death, all things in life, must be reckoned with, but as there are strong currents of evil so too here in lies strong currents of purity.
Thus in much the same respect there are 27 pillars of light. But not as they seem. They are all spiritual pillars of good and evil normal physical beings can’t find. But some pillars remain unfulfilled. This means that some have already been destroyed, decayed or abolished by some unwitting power. It is written in history that both good and evil were each balanced with 50 pillars each. It takes great wars and prophecy to erode and destroy these unknown pillars. So it must be strange that so many have disappeared.
But it is told that beasts have been born in people, super beings possessing god like qualities. Each pillar once opened contains strength ethers, beings of untold and untapped power that are pure or evil and compel things to happen in the world. Things that are only written in legend, thus no one knows what calamity transpired for so many pillars to have broken and vanish but in time all will disappear and then it is told chaos is but a stone throws away from redemption.
Anyway that is to a greater or lesser extent of what the focus will be on. Compelled beings that attempt to open and disrupt the flow of things while champions who attempt to stop this incursion.
The detail will become more apparent and intricate as I go along, this is only a skeletal sketch that might in the end turn into a series, the hope is for 13 volumes. (I was incredibly serious in 2002 to do something like this.)
Now for the magic system, they are Magicnar, every act of magic is magicnar. But there are many denominations, but above all there are three primal magic energies that are recognized. Certainly there many more undiscovered types but that is still progressive.
Lets see gods, angles and demons do exist and are as rampant and devious as any mortal. But there are worse things than these that lurk beneath especially if all pillars are destroyed. In time I’ll develop this avenue as well but for now I’ll let it slid.
I’ll develop that later; it’ll take at least ten pages to fully create. For now some more names to list that might become relevant sources.
100 bodies of soul, for the greater self, can only die if and after all 100 mortal bodies die within a space of the century that its threads are a part of.
This entity is the neutrality, the bridge between the balance between good and evil, right and wrong, morality and immorality.
Plus for either good or bad to take an active foothold upon the world, first all 100 pillars must fall, both good and bad. 23 pillars remain in evil; pure entities are imprisoned in the evil pillars or seals. While in the 27 pillars of good, evil and vile entities are imprisoned. Not to mention all the traps and wards set in place, but even if the pillars are vanquished the balance will remain precarious until the imprisoned are destroyed, weather pure of heart or vile in nature, neither can stay amidst flesh.
For the consequences can be nothing short of chaos, be it evil or good, for both polarities no matter how noble or how maligned they might be have power and with power corruption follows no matter what the intent is. Thus the imprisoned if they remain living beyond the 40-year threshold that sustains the balance than life will dramatically alter, history will never be remembered as it once used to.
The focus comes from an animal. A caster is unable to cast with full force or power unless an animal becomes a kin spirit to the actual caster. Because the channel needs a special link that only an animal with an untainted mind can. After the xxxx years of history taint has affected every human entity alas animals are and never will be affected in the same way humans are.
A person can still cast albeit in a weaker state than were an animal bonded to that person in every way. That is why sometimes its not uncommon once a long rapport has been established for telepathy between them a common occurrence.
This is but one essence to establish, not everyone can become one with the animals as the phrase goes. The animal must first accept the person and the personality must match. Then there are creatures with an exception to the rule who are humanoid, semi intelligent and even tainted and one must never bond with such creatures for the taint might consume the person.
In a similar fashion objects can be manipulated to increase the power level of a caster. For it takes great energy for casting and to have the best performance things must be used to deflect some of the sting and hurt that casting does.
The dread spreads faster than the taint. The dread reaches every corner, every stone, and every crevice that does not live. I do not know what is better. To have the taint or the dread. Sometimes things would be simpler if the tainted took me, but the dreaded, they were a far darker cloud to surrender. Then I wondered why the dread touched me so, for it did not take, not at first, not as one would expect. The dread is many things and none; it has no boundary, no discrimination like the taint. At least with the taint one knows it can only be spread by and through the tainted, and the tainted are hard to come by these days, Yet the dread is so much different, it is almost like a plague, yet its source is not dark as the taint itself. It’s almost as if the dread had a purpose, yet the dread was something to fear without end. It consumed things, and when it became a part of you, then doom was always a door knock away. But Tamlyn knew not why he felt almost in comfort. A sense of knowing as if the dread felt good, not evil or hard but good and pure, as if people feared for the wrong reasons. But fear is a strong force that drives a man at the best of times. It isn’t as simple as this. It is an insipid illness if it is broached, almost like a poison inside a poison. It must have something to do with the well of seeing, an old legend as long as time itself.
I it is little relief what had gripped me, first the taint than the dread, as if a new parasite repulsed the old, yet in both instances Tamlyn was not lamed or crippled, at the best of times died through the vice like grip both diseases were notorious for. It almost seemed as if some hidden power with me absorbed both agents, neutralized them, even to go so far as flourished under the duress. As if something grew within me, I did not understand then what it was that grew in me, and maybe I shall never, but knowing that I had been possessed of both taint and dread did not help the situation. I know I should have died the all knowing thousand needles of death yet I still live, breathe, I am still born of flesh, it sounds incredible. But I must not dwell on these thoughts, for there are far worse blights than both the taint and dread combined. In a way it almost makes me feel invincible if such diseases mean nothing to me, but I feel so fearful what this might mean, I dared not stay here any longer. It will not take long for the residence to realize what has happened.
It doesn’t take a grand healer to realize I’m free of the dread. What will they think then, that I am something else, possibly something to fear or maybe something to wonder. I do not wish to know the outcome, it was a stupid idea to come here to begin with.
The many identities of soul
We are all of us with soul, but it is only one personality, character of a souls body that we become as physical representatives.
This means each time we die as mortals do, we are not truly dead but spirited away to our greater self, our truer self.
We are born as any people yet the experiences we encounter are but one of hundreds if not thousands. We take on specific life personifications, weather we choose to or not. They are there to give us pause, to experience and learn things that ordinarily we did not expect.
These bodies we occupy are ourselves in essence but each time we perish we become unto ourselves the greater self, the knowing of our whole. Knowing all the experiences that have been born out of every life we have been presented with. This means that as spirits we become aware of our full self. In that respect we understand a little better what it is we are trying to seek, never entirely satisfied for desire still stands. Whatever life befalls us, always-previous lives that preceded us will remain hidden beyond our reach. Aware of some subtle thought that nudges at the back of ones mind, but never too aware that we were anything more than the life that currently holds us steadfastly in these times that we think is the greater reality.
In a manner of speaking, the current reality as we know and perceive it to be is the greater reality we come to know and trust. But the truer reality is the reality beyond life, it is in spirit, it is our soul that knows the way, weather we accept or ever knew. In all the kaleidoscopic colors of life that we have been subjected to, good and evil must be put aside. Sometimes one trembles to remember what they were in their previous lives sometimes it is a blessing to know the difference one has been to others.
So too it seems we strive to learn and experience as much as possible. It is a strange thing that we are never whole, or indeed shown who or what we were so as to somehow steer clear of the mistakes made in the past.
Yet it is a process of discovery, blinded as a mole, yet sensitive as a cat. We try to learn something, to fulfill contracts, to find a sense of knowing, an enlightened phase of reality where we become the knowing, but what does it all mean, weather in one body or another. Do the scents seem familiar if one is thrown with strangers tied to past lives, but then one can never be sure.
Yet the lore holds fast, life is never what it appears to be for indeed we are here to learn a lesson. What lessons we learn depends on what we want to learn, what desires we have been instilled, what drives us, but above all our compunction to be compelled, no matter how faint, yet real.
The possibility is there yet we are all incomplete, in our mortality we yearn to know, to belong, to find meaning. Yet once we leave our places behind, what are we, one soul of many, experience and dreams to harden and form our truer self.
A force, weather evil or good is yet to make its presence felt but a force stays in life. An antediluvian entity has a body but it is one of many bodies made in rotation, it is one of a hundred strings that this entity pulls each as real and as compelling as the next. If all life threads this entity is a part of die, according to legend, life will intermittently become darker. Possibly even die.
For this entity is all of these persons, one and all, yet at the same time it is said it is neither and none. Some say that they are but vessels of experience that this entity threads so it may learn and evolve towards its greater consciousness. Others claim it is a god amongst its people, looking after or punishing those that are no longer respecting old lore.
But whatever the truth this entity must remain, if all one hundred persons were to fall victim to death then the balance between life and death has been dramatically altered. It is natural in the ebb of life for many to die, but if more than half die in the century that its threads have been a part of then something makes itself known to do so purposefully.
For while all the threads, all hundred threads exist, the entity is none aware of any one person, yet at the same time completely aware within its greater consciousness. Each century the renewal occurs, all personalities and persons that this person was or has been prior to the beginning of a new century return to the greater self. 40 years of contemplation the entity undertakes, to learn what it must, to seek what it needs, never to find why.
Yet it is in these years that danger is most heightened, for the powers that be, weather pure or maligned can take and do have a far greater reign than when this entity did so exist. Alas the balance always remains, and after fourty years the entity returns to yet further experience and for another hundred threads to stay within time.
It is said that one day a tragedy so great, the world has not seen before will strike, that all the threads that remain of this entity will fall and die. If such a thing were ever to happen the greater self itself will be threatened. Not before the earth will enter a time of madness. For in a way this entity, while not at all aware is a magnet, a center point for life to gravitate on call, and when it falls everything falls.
Thus it is no mere coincidence that some, if not all personality types, become and are people of significant importance.