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I have finally decided to have a fixed theme for my blog. For the foreseeable future, and whenever I feel like it, I shall post updates and quotes from the books I am writing. Currently there is only one book being made, but if people like it, two sequels are already planned out. The book I’m working on is a fantasy novel called Alterra: The Fall of Lord Valthoraxe.

The entire reason I named my account Valthoraxe was to discuss, and improve on my book, but I got distracted very quickly by a combination of adhd, school, and memes. I’m about halfway done with my book, sitting at nearly 45 thousand words currently. I haven’t found much time to work on it recently, but I’m getting back into it. Preemptive warning, this book is not meant for kids. There is absolutely no actual sexually explicit content in the book, but there are moments of extreme violent brutality, as well as occasional depictions of abuse, cross-species racism, swearing, and child death. If you are uncomfortable with any of the above, this book is not for you.

I shall keep the particularly violent and spoiler heavy parts out of this blog until the book it fully complete. Criticism and suggestions are always appreciated. I will attempt to post an update at least once a week, if I ever forget, just scream at me, I keep notifications on. I shall leave you with the first quote of this blog, the very first scene past the starting prologue.

“Our story begins with two young heroes named Max and Lilly, twins that shall venture out on a quest to right as many wrongs as possible, starting with the biggest of all…”

Greetings friends! I am on time this week . am late again, this time was even worse because I already wrote the post, I just didn’t post it. For my forgetfulness, you will get a free fun fact about the supervillain Lord Valthoraxe. I will now explain more about the Monsters of Alterra.

Starting off with the obvious, undead. Any creature can become an undead, but they have to either be “revived” by a lich or get corrupted by dark magic such as necromancy. Revived undead possess various levels of memory depending on how soon after death they were brought back. Even if immediately resurrected, the undead entity is forever bound to the necromancy user that revived them. If a necromancy user dies themselves, all of their resurrected undead become mindless, barely capable of movement. If an undead creature with only a skeletal structure remaining has their necromancy user die, their bones will fall apart, leaving the skeleton forever trapped in a skull until put out of their misery.

Prolonged use of necrotic magic can lead to the user becoming a lich. A necromancer can prepare for this by trapping their soul in an object before the corruption takes place, although this guarantees that the user will become a lich the next time necrotic magic is used. The process of becoming a lich is extremely painful, feeling the pain you would feel if your body went through the entire decomposition process every second that lasts until the next new moon reaches midnight. Once a lich arises from their death, they are fully sentient and possess all of their previous memories. They no longer age, and their necrotic magic is far more powerful, but they can no longer use any other form of magic. If a lich put their soul in an external object, that object acts as a backup that revives the lich one time if they are defeated in battle. This works one time, after which the lich must provide the object with 40-50 sentient souls to restore it. If a lich fails to restore the object, referred to as a “soulstone,” within a month, the will begin to fade away.

If a lich corrupts a living creature, that creature will be forcefully fused with the nearest other creature that is not of the cursed creature’s own species nor the lich themself. This causes a “curseborn” to be created, and are not bound to the lich. A cursed being is most likely to be fused with an animal, such as wolves, birds, and rats, and act no different to their prior selves. Due to the curse being necrotic in nature, removing it would instantly kill the victim, who would then later rise as an undead, same if the cursed creature is killed while cursed. Curseborns almost never gain any advantages from the beings they fuse with unless the lich that cursed them is over a thousand years old.

The only creatures that can’t get turned into undead are ones who don’t have meat based skin, such as golems, and magic users more powerful than the lich.

Now for the final undead or cursed creature, the ghoul. A ghoul is created when a sentient creature with a soul dies in their sleep during a time of mass civil unease, such as during a war or drought. Ghouls are cursed to roam the nights for all eternity, never able to rest again. They are mostly docile, only really attacking when approached, apart from one exception. If an adventurer experiences “bad sleep” while away from civilization, such as staying awake during the nights or are burdened by nightmares, their tiredness can potentially attract and aggravate a ghoul. There is almost no chance in escaping a ghoul, with the only places that they can’t reach you being deep underground, in deserts, and high in the mountains. Technically you can survive if you manage to avoid it until the day breaks, but that is extremely unlikely as they can and must move slightly faster than you. There is one other place that ghoul dare not go, even if they are able to. Ghouls will without fail not go further than 13 meters in The Lord’s Wastelands, but anyone who willingly enters those lands are already dead men walking.

Fun Valthoraxe fact; Valthoraxe’s favorite food is a tie between Alterra’s equivalent of honey, which is called sugarseep, and lemons, because they are some of the few things it can taste. Valthoraxe holds great respect for humwing guardians(beekeepers, but humwings are 70cm tall and very dangerous if annoyed) and has installed hidden automated defense drones around the perimeter of the guardians he secretly buys from, as well as orbital satellite defense that protect them from bandit attacks.

Next week (Tuesday hopefully) I’ll delve into the different types of magic used on Alterra, stay tuned.

Time for some information about Lord Valthoraxe.

Visual appearance;

Valthoraxe is a large bipedal with similar proportions to a human male. He is 265, 438cm (roughly 8’8”), weights 482,66 kg (1064,08 lbs), and is extremely muscular. Beyond that, all other features are the stuff of our nightmares. Horizontal slits for pupils, irises that burn dark orange, and eye whites as gray as stone. He possesses no hair, ears or nose, yet is still able to smell and hear. There are deep slits where his ears ought to be that glow a faint orange, and reports say there are similar “glands” at the roof of his mouth. Speaking of his mouth, you can only barely make out a pointed and very thin grey tongue behind a set of massive pointed grey teeth. The bottom row of teeth is slightly further back in the mouth, but it still perfectly aligns with the top row, creating a wall of knives whenever he grins.

His skin is perhaps the most unsettling of all. It’s an extremely dark purple, borderline black, and has a cracked and rough texture like rock or obsidian. This stone hide is strong enough to stop any known blade dead in it’s tracks, and a very faint orange glow seeps through the cracks in the skin. Several bones can be seen pushing against the skin, being his two spines, shoulder blades, knuckles, calf bones, and forearm bones. The should, forearm, and calf bones look more akin to armour than actual bone, and the dual spines form a v-shape that goes all the way to the base of the skull. He has no finger or toenails, but all of their tips end in razor sharp points that can cut through iron, and dent steel. Each foot only has 3 toes, two at the front, and one at the heel.

Whenever Valthoraxe is seen in public, it’s usually without his armour, or any other clothing for that matter. He possesses no reproductive organs or holes to remove bodily wastes, suggesting that he does not need to eat or drink to survive. He also has no want or need to intimacy, as he very clearly demonstrated when a half-orc prostitute attempted to flirt and caress the cursed lord, to which he responded by stabbing her through the head with his hand the moment she touched him. If it even is a him.

(Out of character)

Abilities;

I’m assuming you guys want to know what makes the great Lord Valthoraxe so powerful, well who am I to refuse.

-Incredibly durable hide: Valthoraxe’s hide is like a very dense, flexible stone, and is completely immune to any force not greater than that of a 9mm bullet. Even if a force breaks the skin, his blood reacts with air and instantly scabs over, even while a projectile is moving through him. This causes the projectile to slow rapidly, and his high internal body temperature will either melt or vaporize anything in his body, letting it pour out of the wound. Though a wound like this takes a long time to fully heal, taking about 3 months on earth to heal from the equivalent of a paper cut.

-Temperature immunity: Valthoraxe is simply not effected by changes in temperature, as his internal body temperature is roughly 44 million degrees Celsius.

-Lava-like blood: his blood, known as nyxor, is incredibly good at absorbing heat, which allows his skin to stay perfect lukewarm while being hotter than the center of a star. It reacts with almost anything to scab over wounds, as he would bleed out before a cut would be able to heal.

-Heat Control: Valthoraxe can control heat in it’s entirety, but can only create heat as hot as he can expel through his skin. This one power is so extremely overpowered it broke all sense of balancing I tried to maintain. Valthoraxe was going to be a hero originally, but this one ability made him so absurdly strong that it would take several instances of divine intervention to stop. The more you think about it, the stronger it is. It starts at beams of plasma, and ends up at disintegration while simultaneously freezing someone.

-strength: Valthoraxe’s size, weight, and muscle mass make him extremely strong, capable of lifting about 3-7 metric tons.

Weaknesses;

I had a bit of a panic when I realized how op heat control was, so I had to come up with a bunch of tiny weaknesses that are based off of his strengths.

-Less sensitive: His durability and lack of external sensory organ come at a cost. There is a very thick material covering his eyes that, while durable, make everything seem less saturated and darker. His lack of external ears also make his hearing capabilities less than ideal. He isn’t by any means hard of hearing, but he probably couldn’t pick up on someone sneaking up behind him or whispering something. His eyes are also farther back in his skull, giving him only 170 degrees on vision instead of a Human’s 220 degrees. On top of that, he has to open his mouth the smell, or breath in to be able to speak. He doesn’t require oxygen to live, but still needs to breath if he wishes to speak. He also has less sensitive nerves and this physically feels less, coming with the terrible curse of barely being able to taste anything. The only things he can noticeably taste are honey, extremely sour foods such as lemons, and alcohol. He can’t taste spicy foods at all.

-Weight: Valthoraxe weighs almost half a ton, making it impossible to go up most stairs, platforms, or even higher floors of a building. Due to this, I can legally say one of his biggest weaknesses is just upstairs.

-Depression, aggression, and many other mental disorders: I’m not going to get into this one, just know he has a therapist.

-Anxiety: Valthoraxe is paranoid as shit, and spends almost all of his time either forging more equipment or training by killing demons of Hell. Valthoraxe is absolutely terrified of …, heh heh, almost dropped a massive spoiler. Guess you’ll have to wait for the book to come out to learn what godless monstrosity could scare the second Hellwalker.

(Btw, don’t tell bethesda, but the Hell of Alterra is the same Hell as Doom. Valthoraxe canonically knows and trains with the DOOM SLAYER, but there is only a vague mention or two of this in the actual book to avoid getting sued out of existence.)

Bad drawing of Valthoraxe, this is my first time drawing a humanoid outside of pixel-art;

Alterra Update!

Deities;

Whenever a new galaxy is formed, it’s creation brings forth a new set of gods. The number of gods created in one galaxy is between 120 - 140, and each one is comprised entirely out of a separate element. The gods sustain themselves off of a few specific types of antimatter, thus ensuring their respective galaxies don’t fizzle out.

These gods are still bound by the laws of physics, and cannot create new matter from nothing, however, they can reshape it. They seek for planets that are capable of sustaining life, and create various microorganisms on them. They watch as these creatures evolve into complex life, looking on from afar in the form of great nebulae. Occasionally, a sentient species evolves, capable of self-awareness and learning the ways of science. If they gods enjoy watching the lives of a species, they may wish to ensure it’s survival. If this is the case, the gods work together to create a fully evolved species, each with an innate ability unachievable through natural evolution, these are called divine beings.

100 000 years before the events of the book, a great war took place between all the millions of gods from every galaxy, and an unknown enemy. Nowadays, divine beings are seldom ever encountered, and the gods are all dead. All but one that is.

There exists one final god, one who managed to avoid the slaughter, the god of death. This god is rarely in the same place for longer than a few units of planck time, as it is constantly teleporting between the dead. Every time a creature dies, it has 1 minute to return the creature’s energy to the universe, or the creature’s “soul” will deteriorate. If a soul deteriorates, it will be susceptible to reacting with a type of antimatter that can’t be consumed by gods, nor can it be detected by conventional means. If a soul reacts, it could set off a chain reaction that erases all energy in the universe. And so the god of death must live in constant dark, moving too fast to process light, sound, or the outside world. The god of death’s afterimage does remain for a fraction of a second, leading to the near universal depiction of death being a tall dark wraith or dark hooded man.

Despite the gods being dead, holy magic still functions just fine. This is because, while the gods might be dead, the elements that they were made of still exist. So it’s not the name of the deity that’s being called upon, but the element in the deity’s language.

Crap, forgot to post again.

Uhhhhhhhhhh, idk what to post this week.

Here’s a world map of Alterra, I guess. Next week I’ll delve into some of the cities

Alterra Update!

I’m feeling kind of out of it today, so here’s just some random city data copy-pasted from one of my many world building lists. Most of them don’t have any information about them, but I’ll go more in depth in a future update.

The 5 cities of unity;

-Dawncrest (Novélia)

-Aguefort (Corkus)

-Cinfras (Kio)

-Helioa (Rings of Troms)

-Hylinn (Runa)

Other cities;

-Hytolra (Elven):

-Vreedon City (Human): Capital to the province of Vreedon

-Vreeport (mixed): Home to the second largest legal port in Alterra.

-Thetville (Human):

-Niseton (mixed): Small village near Thetville

-Outerton (Human): A self governing large town, and third largest bounty hunting town after the fall of Blackwood.

-Blackwood (destroyed, former bounty hunting capital)

-Olmic (Dwarven): World’s largest producer of steel, steel alloys, and silver.

-The Multitree (High-Elven): Home to the High Elves, all visits must be scheduled and approved beforehand.

-Tal Aln’ir (Elven)

-Nae’lar (Elven)

-Helmsgate (Dwarven): Dwarven Capital of Corkus, and the blacksmith capital of Alterra.

-Rymek (mixed, Dwarven / Golemic): A dwarven made city where Golems can live safely outside of Unity Cities. Also the highest educated non-capital city in Alterra.

-Arca’nir (Elven)

-Argoth (mixed, Dwarven / Orken / Human): Main port of Corkus.

-Y’ fae (Elven)

-Angia (Elven)

-Koerra (Elven)

-Nae’orr (Elven)

-Bankwood (Human): Second largest bounty hunting city in Alterra.

-Nae’a (Elven)

-Tal Helia (Elven)

-Val T’orin (Elven)

-Arca’fae (Elven)

-Ori (Elven)

-Kangdor (Human):

-Ru’ina (Elven)

-Arca’nir (Elven)

-Tal’lynn (Elven)

-Arca’lynn (Elven)

-Arca’rö (Elven)

-Helguard (Dwarven): A military city built beside the largest HellHole on Alterra. Soldiers trained here are some of the best in the world, and often travel abroad hunting monsters and preventing demons from coming to the surface.

-Bankside (mixed)

-Sowick (Human)

-Setwick (Golemic)

-Tort (mixed): Capital of The Rings of Troms, and home to the largest port in the world. It’s so large, it connects to the port of the Unity City Hilioa. The lush jungle provides Tort with vast amounts of exotic fruit and spices, and is responsible for exporting over 90% of the world’s spices. The vast amount of life also makes it a very attractive destination for those learning magic.

-Anri (Arcanic): A magic city located in the only desert left on the planet, besides the Warlock Wastes. The desert’s strange magical properties and relation to Dragon’s Peak make this the best place in the world to study the arcane. Any rumors saying that Anri is working together with The Lord’s Wastelands are unconfirmed.

-Death’s Gate (mixed, Human / Orken): New bounty hunting capital of Alterra, and closest town to the Lord’s Wastelands.

-Tell (pirate town)

Continents;

-Novélia

-Corkus

-Troms

-Nesaak

-Kio

-Runa:

-Frowynn

-Hylinn Isles

-N.O.V.A. Territory

Mountains;

-Split peaks

-Dragon’s Peak

-Vualt mountain

-Durok mountain

-Mount Feln

-Mount Buro

-Twin Peaks

-Mount Brimstone

-Spikecaps

Dwarven mines;

-Mt. Vualt mines

-Mt. Durok mines

-Mt. Feln mines

-Mt. Buro mines

-Mt. Brimstone mines

Points of Interest;

-The Lord’s Wastelands:

-Warlock Wastes

-The Droughted

-The HellHoles

Alterra Update!

“Do you wish to hear a story, little one? Alright, but just one, and then off to bed with you. How about a tale of hope, justice, and honor? A tale of a man who stood alone against the forces of evil, and made evil flinch. Let me tell you the story of the greatest bounty hunter in the world, Val Faeir,”

Over a hundred years before the rise of the accursed lord, a young orphan came to a town called Blackwood. Blackwood was once the bounty hunting capital of the whole world, and masters of trade. Hunters from all over the world came here for the best gear, rewards, and talk of bounties collected. With nothing but his clothes and a leather tunic, he walked into the hunter’s tavern, Blade & Honor, and simply asked how he could be a bounty hunter. They all laughed at him, not taking him seriously at all, but he was not willing to give up that easily. The innkeeper offered him a challenge, win a “fair” fight against one of the patrons in the inn, and they would give him an easy bounty no one wanted. Not one to back down from a challenge, he agreed.

His opponent, the strongest man in the bar, Dredgur. Dredgur was a giant, being well over 7 feet tall, and being part golem. Despite appearing to be outmatched, Val stood there calmly, unfazed. It is said that when Dredgur landed his one and only hit on Val, he broke his hand, and Val then knocked him out in a single punch. And you can bet the dragons’ return that the other hunted respected him after that.

He turned in bounty after bounty, each one he turned in raised more questions. Rumors about him were everywhere, whether or not they were true was impossible to decipher. Some say their blades broke against him skin, others said he didn’t eat, and on and on and on, until one day, he saved a wizard. Unbeknownst to him, the wizard had granted him everlasting youth, and a short time after, he became known to all as the ageless hunt.

There wasn’t a single being in the criminal underworld who wasn’t afraid of him now, and anyone who said otherwise was lying. In the cities, he was a celebrity. His success inspired countless others, and ballads of his most famous hunts were taught at schools and preformed in theaters. Everyone saw him as a hero, and you want to know why? Because not once did he ever actually kill anyone. For all of his powerful weapons, like his two legendary swords, “Cleansing flame” and “Impending Justice,” they were never stained with blood. But then, like most heroes back then, he died when the Accursed Lord came into power. No one saw him die, but he was rumored to have been in Blackwood when IT burned the city to char. Some say he fled to Hell or the stars, many still hold hope he’ll come back to save us.

“Alright, now off to bed with you!”

“Do you think he’s still alive, dad?”

“Who knows? But if he is, it could very well lead to,”

Alterra: The Fall of Lord Valthoraxe

Alterra Update!

This week! HELL,

A few weeks ago, I posted a world map of Alterra. If you looked closely, you may have noticed some orange dots in various places. Those “dots” are actually giant pits that lead directly into Hell, specifically the wrath ring. You can Imagine the world of Alterra being similar to Terraria, where Hell is directly under the normal world.

My version of Hell is kind of a mix between the Hell from Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss, the Hell from Terraria, the Hell from Doom, and my own interpretations of the Greek Underworld.

The wrath ring is the unyielding armies of Hell that slowly conquer and consume worlds and realities, much like in Doom. Many other worlds have been taken over by these demonic hordes, but Alterra is in a somewhat equilibrium. Most demons under the surface still do not dare head to the surface due to an ancient race of powerful monsters called the Firath. Even though the Firath went extinct from an unknown cause over a thousand years ago, most demons still believe it to be far too great of a risk to invade the surface. This is mainly due to a great warrior dawning a massive suit of armor of Firath design that occasionally appears in Hell to slaughter untold amounts of their numbers. Whether or not this entity is a Firath is unconfirmed, though it’s use of their tech is. Any attempts of invading the surface while the warrior is in Hell results in immediate death by ancient Firath war machines.

Some of the demons have begun to worship this creature, calling it the Second Slayer. The lord of the ring of wrath is very much against this practice and comparison.

Whenever a mortal being dies, the god of death has no choice but to send it to the rings of Hell, as the afterlife was destroyed along with the gods. What the rings of hell decide to do with the souls is practically random, either becoming a mindless demon the demonic hordes, or turning into a natural-born person of Hell named an unholy. Unholy species have no memory of the life their soul used to belong to, and are entirely their own person.

This is where the Hazbin Hotel inspiration comes into play. There are several different types of unholy depending on which ring the manifest in.

Unholy born in the Lust ring are either a succubus(female) or an incubus(male), and are freely able to leave Hell. Since Lust it the highest Ring apart from Wrath, it’s where most of the souls end up, and is home to large cities to accommodate almost every denizen of Hell. Despite popular belief, they are not just purely embodiments of lust, and are almost entirely like mortal people. They tend to have light skin tones of pink, red, or very rarely a shade of purple, smooth black / red horns that arch backwards, and thin tails of the same color that end in a heart shape. Both succubi and incubi possess the natural magic ability to charm or seduce people, though this only works on certain people. If a person is resistant to psychic attacks in any capacity, seduction will not work. Meanwhile, if a succubus / incubus attempts to seduce someone who is not one to engage in such activities, such as aromatics or asexuals, it will achieve the opposite effect, and put the victim in a bezerker-type rage.

Lust unholy rarely use seductive magic without consent, but that doesn’t stop the heavy discrimination against them. Very few Lust unholy actually ever leave Hell, due to the fact that they are often captured as slaves. There is a massive underground slave market across the whole universe for succubi and incubi due to the fact that each of their “fluids” function as very potent anti-depressants. Their horns can also be ground up and mixed with mineral water to make “love potions”. Due to this, most of them hide their true species or choose to stay in the Lust ring, though hunting parties that delve into Lust still ensure that being a succubus or incubus a very dangerous thing.

The ring of gluttony is actually the agricultural sector of Hell. Home to a species called “The Kappa,” which are based on creatures called Kappas from Japanese folklore. In the original folklore, they are water demons with incredibly elastic arms that attract people to their pools to drown them. In my interpretation, they instead use their water magic and incredibly strong and stretchy arms to farm crops. Gluttony provides the food for every Ring of Hell except for Wrath. Despite the general suspicion of anything that comes from Hell, there are still plenty of commonly used commodities that originate from Gluttony, such as wheat, pigs, and of course pomegranates.

The Ring of Pride is the entertainment industry of Hell. It is law to visit the Pride for at least 6 hours per week to incentivize creativity and decrease the suicide rates. Writings from Pride occasionally find their way outside of Hell, and are often the basis for entire religions in the mortal world. The Unholy have been taught to write in a text that automatically translates into whatever the reader understands, but this only applies while in Hell. If a piece of Hellish writing leaves the underworld, the time it is read will cause it to magically translate one final time before losing it’s properties.

The Ring of Envy is kind of like the jungle of the underworld. If a soul gets sent to this Ring, it becomes either part of the vast plant-life, or a non-sentient creature of Hell. The creatures of Envy are almost entirely docile, only attacking if harmed or heavily provoked. This Ring was created by the Goddess of Unholy to produce “pets” for the inhabitants of Hell in response to the vast amount of denizens with severe depression.

The Ring of Greed is very interesting due to the fact that it isn’t actually a Ring at all. It’s actually a central station where Unholy can travel between the different Rings or leave Hell entirely. This is also the only direct way into any of the Rings of Hell apart from Wrath. Unholy cannot enter the Ring of Wrath, nor can Demons from Wrath enter the Ring of Greed. This was a direct decision from the God of Death and his wife, the Goddess of Unholy, both of whom live in a separate Ring called Limbo or the underworld.

Limbo is a very strange part of Hell, inaccessible to all but the gods. The strangest part is its similarity to the Greek’s interpretation of the underworld. It’s an endless garden surrounding a single castle with 5 rivers flowing away from it. These rivers are liquefied embodiments of sentience and consist of almost pure energy. The first river is Memory, it’s waters glow pure white and it is said that every soul must first pass through these waters to be cleansed of their former lives. The second is Perspective, a golden stream that provide souls with the ability to discern and judge your surroundings, and is often confused for anger. The third is Identity, a blood red river that grants the souls with their base personalities. The forth is Feeling, a river of flame which allows the soul to feel the world around them. And the last is Emotion, a clear blue river that completes the identity of the soul, making it ready to be recycled into a new creature.

If an Unholy dies, it’s soul immediately joins the demonic hordes of Wrath as an unthinking soldier. While having, on average, a higher lifespan than mortals, they still die of old age eventually, unless the Goddess of Unholy decides their life is essentially to the happiness of Hell. No known religion has an accurate depiction of the Goddess of Unholy, but the closest interpretation is Persephone, Greek Goddess of the underworld. She liked the name so much, she took it for herself, having no true name previously. Persephone is in charge of managing all of the Unholy in Hell, due to her husband being to busy harvesting souls.

This is my interpretation of Hell for my novel, I’d be happy to hear you thoughts on it!

Alterra Update

I come baring unfortunate news. I have nearly run out of non-spoiler worldbuilding stuff to tell you guys about. I can tell you that I am currently at 57000 words into draft 1, and nearing the end of the story. There are still plenty of monsters, places, and historical events I could delve into that aren’t related to the plot, but I don’t have the mental capacity to fledge them out right now. Exams are coming up soon, so I’m probably going to be taking a break from writing for now.

I’m going to be honest, I’m out of relevant world building information that aren’t spoilers. So I’m just going to go ahead, and tell you all that the main character is an aromantic asexual.

How do dragons in your world view the passage of time with such a long life expectancy? Is everything painfully slow for them or incredibly fast?

Most dragons aren’t immortal, with anything less than a purple dragon living only a few centuries. But the ones that live longer tend to focus much more on hobbies and relationships. Many of the night dragons are in kahoots with some of the most powerful kingdoms in the world to go over historical events and correct them.

Draconic literature is also quite popular in places such as Kio and Corkus, where dragons are idolized. However, in places like Runa, dragons are not considered welcome and are often hunted for sport.

I also forgot to clarify in the original post, but the dragons of Alterra are able cross-breed with certain humanoid species, which lead to people with a lot of draconic features. These include long lizard tails, subtle horns, wings (whether or not they are functional depends on the type of dragon), long black tongues, and small patches of scales in the color of the original dragon. Red dragons have the unique ability of granting human-red dragon crossbreeds a draconic form that is slightly larger than any of the lesser dragons. They can change form between hybrid and draconic form at will, but this takes a few days to a week to learn, and months to gain full control over.

To answer your original question, dragons tend to see time faster than we do, but still live life to the fullest.

Alterra Update!

I realize I’ve been gone a while, and I don’t really have an excuse for it. I can’t promise weekly updates anymore, but progress is still being made! Anyways, enjoy this new species roaming the lands of Alterra.

Introducing; Godsends,

Godsends are mortals who inherited a divine natural magic (magic that the caster has by default, without needing to write, speak, or think of runes) They got their name for their reputation of thinking themselves above others and the law. While this is a stereotype, it is unfortunately often accurate. Roughly 80% of confirmed Godsends are wanted or have a bounty of some sort.

Ways to identify

Godsends can be a decent of any species, making it difficult to spot them, except for their one common trait: Every Godsend have eyes that dimly glow pink. Also, if you see something on the lines of “someone created a whirlwind of fire from spinning in a circle with their great sword,” it’s probably a Godsend.

Magic;

They often choose to conduct their natural magic through weapons, due to it requiring less concentration and effort. What their magic capabilities are is essentially random, though they are rarely ever fatal in a single blow. Most of the energy from their attacks is lost as waste, giving a lot of flare for very little result.

It is recommended to avoid them, as many of them are know to be in so called “power cults” that kill people they see as “lesser.” If you encounter a Godsend near a settlement, and are worried of your safety, please inform a local guard patrol to handle the situation. If you see a Godsend in Corkus, report them immediately. The Dwarven High Court has outlawed them in response to the Great Rymek Massacre.

Holy shit guys, I almost lost access to the book. I was using a school email to save it, and it just got locked. Luckily I was still able to access the file, and I have immediately copied it over to my main email account.

Here’s the bad news; I can’t access any other file. I lost a lot of notes, and it’s going to take a lot of time to make those again. This could mean a delay on the book demo. I’ll try to pick up the slack and keep on schedule, but this is a massive time loss.

hey! this is chance & here’s week 3’s prompt. share an excerpt that you’re very proud of from any of your wips.

Alright, I guess I can treat you guy, gals, and enbies to a little teaser. This excerpt is from before Valthoraxe became a villain and is instead a bounty hunter pretending to be human. This scene describes one of the hunts he goes on. It’s only the first draft of this scene, so a lot will most likely change.

He had reached the town after another 10 minutes. Most of the buildings were nought but rubble, but they where still smoldering and burning, this was recent. Val dismounted the wagon and tied his horse to the only remaining man made object strong enough, the welcome sign. When Val entered the ruins of the town formally known as Corville, he saw that most of the residents of this town were already dead. In his immediate vicinity he only saw 5 people that still held life, 3 of them critically injured with no hope of recovering. Examining some of the bodies he saw that there were only 5 causes of death, burning, a building collapsing, shots from a bow, long cuts from a sword, and deep punctures from multiple knives. Val then heard a voice call out behind him saying,

“Stranger, please help me. My kids are injured, please,”

it was one of the 2 people not on the brink of death. He turned to the man who has holding the motionless bodies of two children, they had been dead for over half an hour. The man, who was still applying pressure to the wounds of children and drenched in their blood, was in shock. Val asked him, “Do you know where the bandits went?”

The man didn’t seem to process his question and continued to plead for help,

Val told the man, “Sir, your children are already dead,”

The man looked down at his kids, he was holding them so tightly that their legs had turned purple. The man stared at his children for about 15 seconds before seeming to snap out of his state of shock, he then proceeded to cry even harder than before and shoved his skull through a sharp piece of debris. He left the body of the man and turned around to see that 2 of the critically injured had died with the third only having minutes left. He walked to the only civilian that seemed capable of speaking, an old man who appeared to be Elven. The man was barely even bruised.

“Where did the bandits go,” said Val less as a question and more as an order.

The man ignored him and was whispering to himself, “My fault,” over and over.

Val asked, “Sir, how is this your fault?” the man looked up and said,

“I’m why they came, they’re all dead because of me,”

Val responded, “Do you know where the bandits are?”

The man looked down again and said, “They said I would be last.”

Before Val could continue to ask the man question, he passed out, seemingly from stress. Val then realized the man told him everything he needed, for they were still here. Val focused on his surroundings and heard some rubble shift behind him and the tensioning of a string.

A male voice spoke out, “Hey lads!, looks like we’ve found ourselves a little hero.”

Val started turning to face the archer, but he spoke once again,

“Stay right where you are, one step and you’re dead. You will answer our questions, if we like the answers, we might let you go,”

light chuckles were heard from two other voices, one male, one female.

The archer hushed them and continued speaking, “First question, what is your name?”

Val now knew exactly where the archer was, he deduced that the archer was about 5’8” and 15 meters behind and 3 meters left of him.

He answered, “My name is Val Faeir,”

The other voices laughed again as well the archer, but Val was not done, he added but one more word to his sentence,

“Thomas.”

The other two fell silent, he heard the bow string being pulled back further.

The archer asks, “How do you know my name?”

The bow is at eye level.

Val replied, “I know a lot of things about you, like how your partners are named Amethyst and Tyran, and that you’re wanted for barely over a hundred counts of murder,”

Thomas’s voice took to an agitated tone and said, “Final question, this town has clearly been attacked, and yet you strolled into here anyway. Why would you come here, did you think you could play hero? Save some lives?”

It was Val’s turn to laugh, but this laugh was cold and dead. Val turned and faced towards the three bandits and the archer let loose his arrow. To their horror, Val caught the arrow midair, snapping it in half, and began approaching them while saying,

“I’m a bounty hunter, and for your violations of human law I am to bring you in. Come with me peacefully, or else.”

Val drew his blade and stopped about 10 meters away from them.

Thomas turned to the other male and ordered, “Tyran, would you kindly kill this fucker.”

Tyran grinned and said, “About time you stopped talking, watch this.”

Tyran drew his sword, he seemed to be quite fast, for human standards. He swung his sword at Val, who didn’t even have his sword raised, but Val easily stepped out of the way. Tyran was cocky and overconfident, Val continued to effortlessly dodge Tyran’s attacks. Val then threw the front half of the arrow he caught through Tyran’s sword hand, making him drop it and cry out in pain. Val, who isn’t even looking at Tyran, knocks him out with the hilt of his sword as he walks past him. Amethyst charges at him with 2 steel daggers, but Val manages to block every single attack. Val strikes at the base of each dagger, causing them to shatter, and knocks her out as well. The archer is now the only one who remains. He fires as many arrows as he can while backing away, but Val deflects each one. Thomas trips on some debris and falls on his side, a loud crack is heard. He had broken at least 2 ribs on a rock, Val then knocks out the archer and everything falls silent.

Welcome to Alterra

Alterra is a fantasy / sci-fi novel I’ve been working on for about 3 years. This post is meant to organize all of the world building info I have and will post on my blog. I hope you will enjoy this world as much as I do.

Intro;

First public scene;

Godsends;

Time perception dragons;

Dragons;

Hell; https://www.tumblr.com/writingalterras/715561581857144832/alterra-update

In world legend; https://www.tumblr.com/writingalterras/714929770199187456/alterra-update

Cities; https://www.tumblr.com/writingalterras/714322915302244352/alterra-update

World map; https://www.tumblr.com/writingalterras/713745614715928576/crap-forgot-to-post-again-uhhhhhhhhhh-idk-what

Gods; https://www.tumblr.com/writingalterras/713044879648948229/alterra-update

Valthoraxe; https://www.tumblr.com/writingalterras/712386745264701440/time-for-some-information-about-lord

Magic; https://www.tumblr.com/writingalterras/711776376852758528/alterra-update-hello-friends-i-shall-now

Undead; https://www.tumblr.com/writingalterras/711217107085541376/greetings-friends-i-am-on-time-this-week-am

Random character; https://www.tumblr.com/writingalterras/710624924552790016/i-really-need-to-stop-thinking-cause-every-time-i

Age; https://www.tumblr.com/writingalterras/709905577103556608/fun-alterra-fact-in-my-book-a-persons-age-is

Time; https://www.tumblr.com/writingalterras/709240242944770048/instead-of-a-quote-from-my-book-this-week-ill-be

Prologue demo; https://www.tumblr.com/writingalterras/699709537992704000/alterra-the-fall-of-lord-valthoraxe

Drew these a while back, some sketches of Penelope, Seth, Asher, and Coulson (Orginal characters from my current WIP, my Sci-Fi book).

I have grown alot in drawning since then so I might redraw these or put them into my computer to draw inspired digital art. Hope you enjoy!

Her skin flashes as white as the snow beyond the ship. She stumbles back, a gasp puffed out of her purple lips.

"Krista!!! Krista!!!"

You...I see you. Suspended, surrounded, protected...for now. You call me. You need me. I can't loose you again. Not again!

"Krista! Snap out of it!-" A open palm slaps her face, followed by scolding reprimands, Jazzmine again rebuked for her more physical approach to problem solving.

As Whiskers held back the aggressive pre-medic, the ship's dutiful head medic, Elongador, rushed up to Krista.

Kneeling before her, she takes the girl's hands in her grasp. They were so cold. Fingers made of ice.

"Krista? Krista, you okay, what's wrong?"

Mumbles, that's all the girl spoke, rated, rating mumbles in a mad flurry.

"What's wrong with her?"

"That's a long list Gramps, were do you want me to start-"

"-Jazzmine, if you talk again, I will rip off you lips and feed them to you in a sushi roll, now, Elon, what's wrong with her?"

"I don't know-" Still clasping Krista's hand, she looks to Whiskers, "Go get my med bag and grab a blanket too, she's shiv-"

"Guys-" Her eyes inflated, her words in her already extremely soft voice now so soft almost inaudible, Krista had all their attention. They had never seen her so...so terrified. Incredibly terrified.

"-we shouldn't have come here."

Krista is from a unknown slash home planet. After she joins the Space Bunnies crew, she finds a band of friends to help her gain a footing of her identity and direction. But that comes crumbling as her past starts poking wholes in her now beautiful life. And the secrets hidden in her mind destroys her grasp on reality. Who was she? Who is she? Who will she be?

Krista is a orginal character from my current Sci-Fi book. This is one of my favorite characters, I very much enjoyed writing her, especially because her effects on the establish group dynamic. Super fun, hope you enjoy!!☺️

this fic is a mess but it’s gonna be great i promise

worst thing abt writing pokemon fics is remembering arceus speaks in like. shakespearian english.

aka im finally working on split tracks wooo

bonus shitpost

wip for the phantom hall au! having fun writing ghostly banter ^^

melli’s reaction to the twins’ approach was nothing short of a wheeze, the ghostly warden turning to his companion leaning against the base of the display case. half sprawled out across the top of the glass, he rolled flat on his stomach, peering over the top to look at nobori with a smug look.

“ never knew you got any action back then, old man. those two are practically your spitting image. ”

“ i do not have any descendants, melli, if that is what you are accusing me of. ”

“ no descendants my ass. what’s the likelihood of someone else having your little knife hair and everything, huh? they’ve even got your hat! well, one of them does at least. twins…didn’t you always talk about having a twin brother? ever remember his name? ”

“ his name was- ”

“ emmet, we do not need to redesign our uniforms. they’re fine. ”

“ but it is the same hat and coat! i will not stand for this! ”

nobori seemed to almost click to attention as the two begun to volley back and forth in conversation, earning another snort of contempt from the purple haired man lying on top of the case at his quick distraction.

nobori had been spacey in life, sure, but by almighty sinnoh he was worse in death. snapping his fingers a few times above the silver haired man’s head, melli’s expression resembled that of a grimace. ( or perhaps closer to a pout. ) at the noise, nobori seemed even less focused on what he had to say, getting up from his spot on the floor.

“ hey! i was asking you something, why bother pay attention to their gibberish you- ”

“ sh. could you do that again? ”

“ do what again? ”

“ snapping your fingers. i need to make sure i saw that correctly. ”

brows furrowed, melli responded with an emphasized sigh, rolling his eyes, before sitting up.

“ fine, fine. ”

holding one hand up, he begun snapping his fingers again, glaring over to nobori with annoyance practically plastered onto his face.

“ what exactly is the point of this? ”

“ just look at their faces. watch. ”

the two men standing in front of the case seemed to carry on with their conversation for a bit. not even paying a glance over. the smiley one; ‘emmet’, if he had heard his name right, had continued talking without a care.

the frowning one, who’s name eluded both wardens, seemed rather intent on listening, but for a few moments, his gaze seemed to just

shift as to where melli was sitting

before quickly looking away.

the two ghosts sat stunned in silence, before melli threw his hands up in the air in exasperation.

“ SO HE CAN HEAR US!? ”

“ hear us? yes. understand us? likely not. ”

“ and why is that, since you’re apparently a paranormal expert now? ”

craning his head to look at nobori, melli responded with a cross armed gesture, still lying on top of the glass display case with a scowl.

“ they’re speaking galarian, melli. whether he can hear us or not, we sound like gibberish. ”

“ oh, great. first person to acknowledge us in three centuries, and he doesn’t even UNDERSTAND us. ”

“ …you do know i speak galarian, corre-”

“ oh, so NOW you bring that up!? ”

“ i thought you knew that already. that, and the fact i would have told you had you not interrupted me. ”

brows furrowed, nobori cleared his throat, cupping one hand by his mouth.

“ hello? the young man with the black hat? can you hear us over here? ”

clearly he did; the man sharply turned himself towards their direction and away from who they presumed to be his brother, squinting at the wall before shaking his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, and beginning to trod off, seemingly to ‘emmet’s’ surprise.

the pair’s expressions seemed to hold a mild sense of triumph, before quickly melting into that of a collective franticness as the man begun to walk away. they weren’t loosing this opportunity, not now.

“ ingo? where are you going? it is not wise to become uncoupled on unfamiliar tracks- ingo! ”

‘emmet’ seemed to quickly jog after him alongside a black haired woman, leaving the space in front of the case empty once again.

melli quickly scrabbled up to a more sitting position, almost considering hopping down from the case. but that didn’t really matter. wasn’t like they could leave, anyways. they had tried that a few times over; it was like they were in their own glass case.

rather, his gaze shifted to nobori, wildly so, quickly attempting to snap the other back to attention. sauntering off the case, he shook the other warden by the shoulders, snapping his fingers again.

( while he wasn’t facing ‘ingo’ now, the man had stopped once again, staring intently at the case for the source of the noise. )

“ shit, shit, he’s leaving- call at him again! ingo- that’s what the other guy called him! yell that at him, why don’t you! ”

“ alright, alright, no need to shout at me- ingo! may i ask you return over here! we are requesting your assistance! ”

melli’s expression shifted from desperation to absolute panic and bewilderment as nobori begun stepping forward, shrugging him off and moving as if he was trying to follow the man.

they had tried that a few times since they had been stuck here for…sinnoh knows how long. always ended horribly. melli dove to drag the other back by the collar of his jacket, but his hand missed and he fell over entirely, hat falling over his face.

with an exasperated shout, he lifted the brim from over his eyes, jaw falling slack once he realized nobori had, in fact, somehow made it a few steps further from the case, still shouting out with that booming voice of his with his hands cupped by his mouth.

“ …nobori. ”

“ melli, i am attempting to concentrate here, could you please- ”

“ nobori look at where the hell you’re standing you absolute fool! ”

the man paused, tense. slowly turning around, nobori seemed to realize what he had done, silver eyes flitting between where melli was propping himself up back to a standing position, and his own shoes.

( that of which he could see the floor through; ghosts weren’t completely tangible, anyway. )

wip friday for yet another au that’s possessed my brain. how fun :D

( this au takes place abt 3~4 months after the events of the scarvio post game! i have a few hcs about the timeline of events so this takes place roughly in july while the main game events are in march~april )

all was quiet.

well, not quiet, but calm enough that penny didn’t mind the walk to her dorm room door, the ring for her keys looped over her finger.

…yea, keys. for a while, it had just been the key to her own dorm, but now there were at least nine.

florian, juliana, nemona, arven; giacomo, mela, atticus, ortega, and eri.

ten, counting her own key.

trading spare dorm room keys with friends was a common act among academy students. kids always crashed over each other’s rooms like it was a sleepover; mostly during the summer, for the kids who didn’t go home and stayed on campus.

she wasn’t exactly used to so many keys, now, but it wasn’t a bad thing.

nor was actually getting outside. as much as a bummer most kids would find community service for the league of all things over the summer, it gave her something to do. she got to be in her element and fix things, which was a win-win.

fiddling with the ring to find her own key once she got to the door and twisting the doorknob, penny was only mildly surprised to find juliana and nemona attempting to sprawl across the rather small rug on her floor, clearly chattering back and forth.

both attempted to crane their heads to the door, quickly chiming out greetings from their spot on the floor. penny’s response was that of an amused hum as she closed the door behind her, putting her bag and zip-over jacket on her desk chair.

“ i’m assuming your ‘paradox sweeping’ has gone well today? ”

right. paradox sweeps, as they liked to call them.

unfortunately, just because the time machine had been shut down didn’t mean all the paradox pokemon disappeared. they were still active in area zero; restless, at that.

the league didn’t seem too keen on letting the public in on what lurked in the crater in the center of the region; fortunately for them, juliana and nemona always seemed to be itching for a battle challenge, and didn’t seem to mind wrangling in any stragglers that got too close to any cities to be dangerous.

there were probably better ways to deal with passive crises like this other than dishing out teenagers to solve their problems, but hey, the league wasn’t exactly the most effective running system.

but juli and nemona were having fun, so penny found no point in trying to nip at them just yet.

nemona rolled off the rug with an exaggerated inhale, as if she had been waiting for someone to ask her that question since noon. juliana seemed to echo that thought with a quiet giggle, though the girl made no effort to cut nemona off until the point was right.

“ dios mío; penny, you should’ve seen what happened today! ”

“ well it already happened, so just tell me about it. ”

despite the almost snarky response, the two girls could tell penny’s interest was still present regardless, seeing as while she was already looking to make a quick evening snack, ( likely something microwaved, ) she still kept glancing over her shoulder, awaiting a continuation.

juliana squinted for a few moments, a smile slowly crossing the brunette’s face. turning to nemona, the two nodded with silent laughter, before turning to penny.

“ we’ll tell you if you come down to the lunch hall with us. ”

“ it’s seven at night! nobody’s out there until at least eight or nine during summer hours, it’ll be nice and quiet, just how you like it. ”

seeing as the two were both sharing that dopey, mischievous grin they constantly wore, penny eventually complied with a huff. it was like their secret little version of baby doll eyes- hell, she’d seen them get it to work on arven more than once. ..then again, arven wasn’t exactly the toughest out there, so maybe she shouldn’t have been surprised by that.

“ alright, alright. just let me get my pajamas on first. ”

waving in dismissal with a sigh in defeat, penny picked up the half folded porygon themed t-shirt and shorts, retreating to the bathroom for a few moments to switch her clothes, while nemona and juliana finally got up from their tangle of limbs and rug.

when the blue-and-red-haired girl did finally reappear, tossing her outfit from before into a hamper, nemona was quick to gently, yet enthusiastically, grab the other’s wrist, tugging her to the door with a grin.

“ c’mon! i think they have grilled cheese and soup today! ”

..grilled cheese didn’t sound awful.