2016: in review

There will be a lot of blog posts titled this, I assume, over the next several days.

All in all, its been a pretty rough year for the world. Trump, Brexit, all the celebrity deaths. Its been a pretty rough year for me too, on several personal levels.

My epilepsy is worse than its ever been, and I’m trialing my last chance of meds before we get on to the really sucky side effect ones. Depression is a bitch that just won’t quit. Uni is a special type of hell. My computer has developed some rather interesting quirks, one of which that it refuses to save documents.

On the downside this has crippled my writing pace. I’m still about a third of the way through the first draft of Magewar. I did get several chapters, almost another third of the way in before my computer decided that no it would not save to the cloud, nor would it give me my draft. I lost a large chunk.

I’m still plodding along but I can not make any promises that it will be done by such a date. It’s not fair to you and it’s not fair to me.

I’m going into 2017 with hope though. I have good people around me. I achieved a 2;1 in this year’s result for my degree, despite being a mass of issues, and hardly attending. Things are slowly calming, and looking up. Oh, and I managed to publish the paperback. Yes, the cover did not work so well on that format, so I will be looking into getting a better one. I don’t recommend buying it unless you feel you must have a physical copy. Its here for those that just have to have it.

I wish you all the best for your own 2017,

P. Tempest

LitRPG again

I dont have much for you this time, but some of you were rather pleased with Continue Online, others might have missed it.

Well, it turns out that FrustratedEgo, the author of Continue, has turned the first book into an eBook.

Its been rewritten, and edited even more, which has turned an already clean serial into a professional book.

I’m not going to gush, I did that in a different post. But what I am going to do is give you all the link and let you make up your own mind.

Continue Online (Book 1, Memories)

Necromancy

So, Ive been busy, with my beta readers on my new book.

Necromancy is a bit different to Magelife. Its short for one thing. 130 odd pages. But it is lean.

I hope that you guys enjoy reading it as much as I did writing is.

Necromancy is live now, so head on over and buy it, if it seems like it might be your thing. If its not, tell your friends and family, they might want to take a shot at it.

LitRPG: Continued

I did a post about this genre before, and had a very positive response to it. Billy Higgins has been bugging me a bit, so I thought, it might be time to do another.

The genre is young, but it’s growing. Many of you will have seen SAO or Log Horizon, very popular animes.

They deal with the idea of being trapped in the virtual world. It is one way to handle it, and one that works, but it falls flat. The idea of being forced out of the world into one of make believe doesn’t sit right with me. The lack of will, and true desire to be there drains much of the enjoyment from it.

Ark and Legendary Moonlight Sculptor, are for me better, but the characters are single notes. They are using the virtual world to change their life; in terms of money, it’s a job to them, and while the joy and excitement of exploration is there, it is missing depth.

Ready Player One is a very mainstream novel that comes at it from a different direction, a scavenger hunt to win the whole system. It is filled with 80’s pop references and is clever and fun, but it deals with a very real issue that affects our generation. Isolation. Escapism.

Some of the recommendations that my readers, you, have given to me, include the Alterworld books, which have another take on the whole thing. Permas are a key component, people that have spent too long in the game so they remain, impressed as a part of it. It is much more than that, and well worth the read.

I have linked them here before so I won’t go further into depth on them now.

This leads me on to a web serial that I have fallen in love with, so much so that I wish I could chain the writer down and make him write it quicker.

As of today, Continue Online, has 23 chapters and interludes.

The reason that Continue Online enthralls me so much is the main character, Grant Legate. It is not a job, or a trap, it is a journey of self discovery. Grant is middle aged, a workaholic and almost a widower. This is in total contrast to the vast majority of protagonists in LitRPG. He is old, and set in his ways, but there is a depth to him, and his interactions, that grants it more than the currently simple storyline does.

I would advise you all to check it out. I know I will be following it closely.

Author page

I was discussing things with some other authors and they pointed out the a more focused author’s page would be better than the amalgamated horror that I have here.

I have to fill it with content yet, but it is functional. Decided that it was best to get it going and see how things go.

Here is the link

Heart of the Storm

(Yes, its a little play on words.

Tempest

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1.

a violent windstorm, especially one with rain, hail, or snow.
2.

a violent commotion, disturbance, or tumult.)

God Punk

Hello, my faithful readers, fans, followers and miscellaneous internet dwellers.

I bring you a new offering to feed your insatiable hunger for stories.

This isn’t mine but I came across it and thought “Wow, this is pretty cool.” It is also complete. So you won’t be left hungering in update hell.

From George Royce, the journalist who covered the god killings, comes this revelatory look at the end of the world. Godpunk covers the shootings at Jewell’s Damned, his meeting with the Death Cult in the ruins of the Metal Dragon Bones, and the friendship he forms with the Angel of Death.

It’s written by Billy Higgins

Shiny link is…….HERE

LitRPG

I know this isn’t what many of you come for, but I want to share, like some of my readers have.

LitRPG is a genre of fiction that generally takes place in some kind of virtual reality. There are variances, of course, but that is the most common. Its been going through a bit of an explosion as more and more people find their way to it, and as many of the novels are translated, its apparently big in Russia.

So, I decided to link a few of the best that I have come across. I won’t give blurbs, you can find them on your own if you have the interest.

Survival Quest (The Way of the Shaman: Book #1)

A new entry. I found it a solid read.

AlterWorld (Play to Live: Book #1)

This is a very well known one, but I need to throw it out there for those that may not have come across it.

Edge of Reality (Phantom Server: Book #1)

This one isn’t out yet, but I’ve read the sample chapters and it really appeals to me.

If people want I can keep updating this list as I come across more.

 

This one is a work in progress, similar to a serial.

Continue Online By FrustratedEgo

Magelife Epilogue

I hate horses, just to note, they smell. They are uncomfortable and disobedient. The one I had ridden on the long journey home did nothing but hurt me. My legs and arse ached in ways I just didn’t have words for. My companions weren’t very sympathetic despite the oath that bound us all. Soldiers are like that, it seems

Brendon had elected to stay in Nelar, for a time. I didn’t push him to come back with me. It wasn’t my place. The city had brought something out of him and while I was thankful for all he and Vesic had done for me, I wanted no part in what was going on with them.

I rode at the head of an army, my army. There were very effective at travelling but that isn’t the point of an army. I would have to wait to find out how they were at combat. Their magic was simple but I’d given a few lessons on the way to fill up the time.

I was nearly home.

The thought filled me with restless impatience and fear. What if I had done something wrong? What if Lyphia had found someone else? How had Sophia been without me? These thoughts tormented me over and over again. I alternated between excitement and dread. The journey was nearly over.

We broke camp this morning, not quite covering enough distance for me to spend last night in my own bed. But tonight I would be.

The early afternoon sun shone down, not hot but cool and bright on this autumn day. The wind blew; bring to me the crisp scent of damp earth. Light showers came and went. I didn’t care.

We had pulled up on a slight hill.

Telsan had assured me before we left, a few weeks ago, that Jase would be informed about the army so that no one panics at the sight of them.

Ten thousand men and women riding down on a town that held maybe five thousand citizens could only be here for invasion or raiding. Nope not this time but it was a reasonable fear.

I looked over the landscape; there was the forest with the lake that I had taken Sophia on her first lesson.

There was the farmstead, surrounded by fields that I had completed my first task.

There was the dark stonewall protecting my home.

There was the old foundry district, the smooth plaza I had turned it into glimmered in the sunlight.

There was the headquarters where I’d served and been exiled from.

There was the academy where I’d suffered to be taught just enough to get by and released into the world, also where I now lived with my apprentice and golem boy, the darker memories held no sway now.

There was the stone guild where Lyphia was probably toiling, unknowing that I was watching, waiting to ride down and wrap my arms around her.

This was my home.

I couldn’t wait any longer, be it good or bad, the nervous energy settled and pushed me to act.

I raised a hand in a signal to the army and spurred my horse, horrible thing, into motion.

Home, I was finally home, back to a Mage’s Life.

MageLife Chapter 45

I actually woke up pleasantly for a change. No people stood watching me. I was alone. It was nice, sort of. It did remind me that most of what I cared from was back home, far from here. But I would be going home soon. My task was almost done. I dressed slowly, feeling my muscles slide over each other, I’ve always loved that feeling when you first wake up and stretch yourself out. My stomach rumbled in protest at the lack of food it had received in the very busy last few days. Sadly, I couldn’t eat this early in the day. I felt slightly sick just thinking about it. Midday would be fine; I didn’t feel weak from hunger just yet.

I walked down the hall to the stairs adjusting my sword’s harness; it hung ever so slightly off balance that took a bit of settling.

I found Brendon seated in the chair at the end of the hall, not doing anything as far as I could see, he didn’t even notice me. His burning eyes were fixed on something beyond my sight.

I didn’t push it, he could be doing anything in the strange places in his head, sharing mind and body with a god has to do odd things to a man.

I carried on down to the main hall; I really needed to pick a name for it. I pushed that aside with a small mental shrug.

Orb and Telsan were discussing something, but both stopped when I reached the desk.

“Morning Tristan I trust you slept well?”

“I did, there was clearly nothing that needed my attention. Did you sleep well?”

“I didn’t sleep; there was too much that needed organising for our departure.”

“All the current needs are accounted for; I have been formulating plans for growth and development. The stone in this area is perfect for enchantment and warding. It is a valuable resource that we can transport between the duchies, depending on the infrastructure. My knowledge of current development plans throughout the duchies is incomplete; I will request an update once my connection is solid. It will be another mark or so.”

“Thank you Orb, do you have a designation yet? I feel uncomfortable just addressing you as Orb, I knew another and I would like you to have a name if possible.”

“I’m the Nelar Orb, any further designation will be granted by my master.”

“Alright, orb it is for now.”

“Telsan, what has been done in my absence?” I asked.

I was told in excruciating detail everything that had been done, with interjections and updates from orb where relevant.

The sun slanting through the windows crawled down the walls, shifting the few shadows. I found my gaze drawn again and again to the changing light marking the movement of time. It crawled by.

“My connection is firm, I can reach for the Westhaven orb now if you wish.”

“Please. I need to speak to Jase.”

“Give me a moment.”

The ball of light flickered through most of the colours of the rainbow before settling on a yellow that was nearly golden.

“Tristan are you there? I can’t see you.” Jase’s voice sounded worried.

“I’m here; Nelar is a part of the duchies now.”

Jase’s chuckle echoed through the room. “Of course you succeeded, never doubted you for an instant. Well in that case come home as soon as you can, I have two very concerned redheads and a stone boy waiting for you. Bring the others if you can.”

“We need to leave someone in charge here, this orb needs a master apparently.”

“That is correct master Jase.”

“Right you are, well Telsan do you want the job, raising to senior? I will confirm it with Velar but I doubt he will have any issues.”

“Jase, I don’t want the job but I will take it as a short term post. But only until someone more qualified can be sent.”

“Very well. That should be fine.”

“Jase, how can I come home? Rysan sent me here to die, it was an exile.”

“It was, but a funny thing happened while you were away. I had a word with a friend of mine, he checked out your story about Selac Freant, he had been abusing the people for a long time, and Rysan was in on it. Rysan is no longer in Westhaven; he has been recalled to Greenlaw to answer charges in front of the wizards. You are free to come home.”

I was speechless, grateful beyond words that Jase had risked his position and possibly his life to bring Rysan to justice. I finally found my voice.

“I will be home once my duty is done.”

“Good man. Is there anything you want passing to the girls and Airis?”

“Just tell them… tell them I love them and will be home soon.”

“I will. Telsan you are in command. Nelar Orb Mage Telsan is your master until he is relieved. Is that understood?”

“Yes sir.”

“Then farewell all. May the heart bless you.”

Jase’s voice faded away then, the connection severed.

I was going home.