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The Beginning
It began with Seven World-Workers. These Seven brothers paced the cosmos, admiring the silence and the peace in the vast expanse of the universe. There was nothing else. For millennia they journeyed until, as one, they grew weary of the desolate expanses and aimless wandering. They decided that the time had come to rest, and so they created for themselves a Paradise, where they might stay awhile. Each of the brothers, whose power was interwoven with that of his fellows, created a different Aspect of the world:
The Seventh created Earth and all its forms: clay, stone, soil, and sand; without it, there could be nowhere to place the other Aspects.
The Sixth created the Sky, the source of Air, and the window through which the heavens are seen; it is through the Sky that the Sun shines its light and the Moon casts its glow, and through which the Stars are observed.
The Fifth created the heavenly bodies, the Sun, the Moon, and the Stars, which are seen through the Sky and are used to measure
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The Blustery Brew (Part 1)
Tac-2 leaned back in her seat, crossed her right ankle over her left knee, and took a rare moment to relax amid the bustle and noise of the tavern. The Blustery Brew was one of few places she could enjoy a moment free of the stress of combat, and although the tavern was open to all manner of Guardians, the Titans had quickly claimed it as their own. It was rare for Hunters or Warlocks to pass through the doors any more.
And just as well. Tac thought. The last thing we need is more infighting. The Faction Wars were bad enough, and now Guardians want to tear each other apart over how they use their Light.
There were exceptions to every rule, however, and one such exception sat across from Tac, fingers curled almost protectively around his glass of ale as he leaned over the table. The Striker glanced in her friend’s direction. The human most certainly felt her gaze, but he neither returned it nor acknowledged it.
“You know,” the Titan remarked, “You d
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Cheater's Demise (Part 2)
Kellis was still registering the implications of that order when Shaxx charged him. There was no time to block as the Striker drove a lightning-wreathed fist into his stomach and sent the Defender sprawling.
“GET UP!” Shaxx strode forward, righteous fury plain in his stride.
Kellis shook off his confusion and heaved himself to his feet. ‘So that’s how it’s going to be.’ He turned to face Shaxx, bold defiance plain in his stance.
Glint transmatted back into Kellis’ armor system. “Will you say you’re sorry now?”
Kellis clenched his fists. “You’re joking, right? Did you hear what he just said?”
“Yes. All the more reason to just accept that you were wrong.”
Kellis blocked as Shaxx lashed out again. “Alright, Shaxx, I’m up. Now what?”
“Now you defend yourself, Guardian.” Shaxx performed a flawless spin-kick that sent Kellis skidding throu
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Ark: Prose Test
Screams, and the thunder of a beating heart. I couldn’t hear much else.
But the screams weren’t mine. Not any more. My own mantra of shouted curses and pained yelling had long since passed.
The raptor’s claws had gone deep, but thankfully they missed any major organs. Still, it would take weeks for my leg to heal with the muscle tissue as damaged as it was. I paused my hobble-gaited walk toward my shelter - I had been foolish to venture so far - and looked back over my shoulder. My makeshift spear supported me as I shifted my weight.
Golden sunlight illuminated the western sky and painted the metal of the great red tower so that it glowed like magma. Soon it would be night. I turned back to my shadow and followed it East.
I’d only been here for a three months, but it felt like years. I was on an island filled with creatures I’d only ever seen restored for display in museums, and they were just as alive as I was. More so, if I had to account for my injury.
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Bits and Pieces
“She isn’t responding.”
“I can see that! Can you help her?”
“I’m her Ghost, Kat. I’ll do everything I can. But the normal protocols aren’t working. Whatever they did, it affected her Light.”
The Nightstalker rubbed her temples, trying not to panic. “I have to do something. Sitting here interrogating her Ghost isn’t helping.” She looked at the fireteam’s resident Sunsinger.
Akrin returned her gaze with seeming indifference, but the Hunter knew better. He was even more worried than she was. He hefted his auto rifle and returned his gaze to the Martian desert outside the cave.
“Kat.”
The Hunter turned to see her friend’s Ghost staring at her. “What?”
“I don’t know what to do. I can’t make the repairs.”
Kat’s gaze softened. She had been so caught up in her own panic that she hadn’t considered the Ghost. He was surely frightened and con
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Cheater's Demise
Kellis adjusted altitude as he approached the abandoned outpost outside the City, decelerating as he did so. The Regulus class jumpship handled the descent perfectly. Those new engines were money well spent.
“Well,” the Defender remarked to his Ghost, “let’s see what sort of lecture ‘the great Lord Shaxx’ has for us, shall we?”
Glint materialized next to his Guardian, Light misting around him as he appeared. “You might want to at least pretend to feel humbled. There’s a reason he wanted to meet us outside the City, and not in the Tower.”
“Yeah. He’s going to yell. And you know how Ikora feels about yelling.”
Glint turned his fins in a motion that might have been a shrug. “I’ve heard rumors about others who thought they could pull this off. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Kellis gave his own shrug and set the ship to be piloted remotely. He ran his fingers through his thick b
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Ostwind
Ostwind stared absentmindedly at the book he was reading. The words were there, and he was reading them, but their meaning was lost in the cloud of other thoughts that whirled through his mind. He needed to get out for some air. Perhaps Kveykva would be willing to walk with him for a time.
The Wind Guardian rose from his position near the bookshelf and replaced the tome he had been studying.
Outside, the air was still with the approach of rain, but the impending storm didn’t bother him in the least. He rather liked thunderstorms. There were few things more powerful than a dragon, and those that were filled him with not only awe, but a strange sort of peace. Perfect weather for clearing the mind.
Another peal of thunder beat heaven’s drums as Ostwind unfurled his wings. If Kveykva was anywhere in this weather, it was within the stormclouds. He was the Guardian of Lightning, after all, and what better way to gain mastery over an element than to immerse oneself in its most dan
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It began with Seven World-Workers. These Seven brothers paced the cosmos, admiring the silence and the peace in the vast expanse of the universe. There was nothing else. For millennia they journeyed until, as one, they grew weary of the desolate expanses and aimless wandering. They decided that the time had come to rest, and so they created for themselves a Paradise, where they might stay awhile. Each of the brothers, whose power was interwoven with that of his fellows, created a different Aspect of the world:


The Seventh created Earth and all its forms: clay, stone, soil, and sand; without it, there could be nowhere to place the other Aspects.


The Sixth created the Sky, the source of Air, and the window through which the heavens are seen; it is through the Sky that the Sun shines its light and the Moon casts its glow, and through which the Stars are observed.


The Fifth created the heavenly bodies, the Sun, the Moon, and the Stars, which are seen through the Sky and are used to measure the passing of Time.


The Fourth created Time, the source of Change and the Aspect by which we observe the passing of the seasons.


The Third created Water, the brother of Change and the agent of the seasons, for without Water there would be no rain, or snow, or clouds in the Sky to bring the seasons of Change.


The Second created Life, the most varied and unpredictable of the Aspects. With Life came the sentient Races; the beasts of the land, air, and sea; and the plants and trees which are nourished by Water.


The First created Balance, measuring the Aspects of Earth, Sky, Time, Water, Life, and the Celestial Bodies so that all Aspects would exist together without collapsing into chaos.


And so Paradise was created by the Seven World-Workers.

All was well for a while; the Seven lived happily, and they rested well from their long journey through the vast and unending cosmos. But all things must come to an end, and Paradise was no different.

The First of the World-Workers, the creator of Balance, admired his Aspect and knew it was the greatest of the creations that he and his brothers had made. It prevented the Sun from burning too hot, and Water from running too freely. It ensured that Earth and Sky did not overcome one another and that Time maintained its pace. Thus he became convinced that he alone could maintain perfect control over all the Aspects of the world.

Gently, carefully, he took hold of all the Aspects, and in that moment, the world began to unravel.

One could not control the power of Seven. When the First took up the creations of his brothers, each of the Aspects tipped out of balance. The raw chaos killed five of the World-Workers. Only the First and the Seventh survived, and the loss of their brothers stripped away much of their power.

Grief-stricken over their brothers’ deaths, the surviving World-Workers each devised a plan to save their world and atone for the tragedy that had befallen them. The First decided that the world must be created anew; he wished to wipe away the Paradise that he had destroyed and craft another by which to remember his fallen brothers. The Seventh wished to save what he could from the collapsing world, and remember his brothers by the Paradise they had created together.

The two remaining brothers thus became rivals.

The Seventh World-Worker, the creator of Earth, wrested the Aspects from his brother, though he, too, was incapable of control over all of them together. So, he left them to crumble and fray. Despite the chaos, he gathered up the many varied creations of Life, crafted a mirror image of Paradise, and sealed away the chaos-stricken original.

The mirror world was less than Paradise, but still the Seventh toiled to preserve it. He sheltered there the creations of Life, that they might be safe from the roiling chaos, and when each of the sentient Races had made their homes, the Seventh walked among them. He chose a number to serve as gods and gave each of them some of his remaining power, that they might aid him in preserving the Aspects of this lesser world.

The First World-Worker saw what the Seventh had done, and he grieved for the memory of his brothers. He wished, with all his heart, to atone for the error that had cost him his family, though his own brother would deny him the right. In his fury and grief, he knew what course he had to take. With what he dared use of his remaining strength, he molded new creatures to cleanse the world. In that moment, the Wyverns were born.

The Wyverns rushed across the world, consuming the sentient Races with the First World-Worker’s fury and grief. Gifted with the power to challenge even the newly-risen gods, they swept aside any who dared rise up to oppose their sacred duty.

Again, the Seventh was challenged to defend his brothers’ memory. He watched the Wyverns tear at the Life he had saved, and he wished for a way to dispute the power of the First World-Worker’s grief. And so he matched his brother’s sorrow with his own. In that moment, the Dragons were born.

The Dragons flew to the aid of the sentient Races and protected them, even as the Wyverns rushed to sweep them away. With power to protect even the newly-risen gods, the Dragons resisted their foe with power of the Seventh World-Worker’s determination and sorrow.

And so, with the beginning of the Eternal War, the world Kru’ulen was born.
The Beginning
This is how Kru'ulen begins. Still working on the general history, but I have more than a few ideas on how to make it all work. :D

Also....
I wrote a thing! I wish I could say I did it on my own, but I had help. (For those who don't know, I come from a Christian family. This piece was written with more than a little prayer behind it.)

Kru'ulen belongs to me. ;P
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So... I may or may not be working (ever so slowly) on the first draft of one of my stories....

The history of Kru'ulen begins!

(I'm also in the first stages of constructing a language for its inhabitants. :D)
Feeling more and more creative each day. Now if I could just channel it to the right places. O_O
First and foremost: A sincere thank you to all my followers who put up with my long periods of absence, as well as my inconsistent updates, which are few and far between. You guys mean more than I can ever express.

Second: Apologies for those long periods of absence, and inconsistent replies that are few and far between. I hope to remedy that fairly soon.

I still deal with inconsistent and unreliable Internet access, and am still working on real-life things in the background. It's been kinda tough since I've separated from the Air Force and am working on getting disability pay for my broken self. Still, I have my Tuition Assistance to look forward to, and with it, I hope to get some college classes under my belt, namely: A degree in Creative Writing.

I had a few friends discouraging a major in Creative Writing because potential employers are likely to see an "easy A". The catch is: I'm not doing this for an easy A. This is for me. I was originally going to major in Computer Science, with a minor in Creative Writing, but I don't believe that's the right path for me. You see, I love stories. Anyone who knows me to any degree can tell you that.

I also love video games. Video games with compelling stories are absolutely awesome! Which is why I really want to write for video games. Problem is, that's not really a field of its own just yet. Usually the person who directs the narrative of a video game is also a person familiar with programming. You see, the narrative director has to be able to make sure the game isn't always crashing or bugging out (at least to some degree), and while I'm sure I could learn coding and programming, my love is in language. I enjoy creating imagery in your mind with words. And while I'm not usually one for bragging, I can say with confidence that I'm good at it.

(Now, it would be really cool to write peripheral items for video games. Like the Grimoire Cards in Destiny, or the Codex Entries in Dragon Age: Inquisition, or the "flavor text" for in-game items like armor, collectibles, and weapons. I think I'd be pretty good at that, since I tend to write in little blurbs anyway. As a gamer, I collect that stuff like crazy, and have even written a few items that run along those lines. Just check out "Instrument" in my gallery. It's based on my Exo character from Destiny.)

Now, that's not to say I won't be striving toward the ability to work with visual art; I would love to share some character concepts and species designs with you all. But the writing has to come first. If I happen to become proficient at other things, I'll share those, too.

Anyway, I say all of that to say this: I might be scarce these days, but I'm not completely idle. I've been working on my fantasy world, Kru'ulen, and I've made a few leaps. I've been trying to really get past this writer's block. (I think the USAF changed the way I think, and thus the way I write. Still trying to figure out how my brain currently works.) It's a struggle, but I'm making progress. With luck, I may just be able to get published one of these days.

Thanks again, to all who stick around despite my absence. You're all super great: tcrbang.com/assets/uploads/med…
  • Listening to: Audiomachine, TSFH, Epic North, Epic Score, etc.
  • Reading: To Make a Difference by Elliott Gladden
  • Watching: Firefly
  • Playing: Ark: Survival Evolved
  • Drinking: Water
I've decided to keep my username. It's been part of me for so long, I can't imagine having anything else. Nothing else would feel right, anyway. If that means explaining the name's origin to people who get it wrong, so be it. By the way, Google image result for the book where Oreochema came from:

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You can actually find it on Amazon. Thinking about getting a new copy, too, since my old one is long gone. (Although I'm betting a lot of the info in that book is outdated, the artwork is still phenomenal!)
First and foremost: A sincere thank you to all my followers who put up with my long periods of absence, as well as my inconsistent updates, which are few and far between. You guys mean more than I can ever express.

Second: Apologies for those long periods of absence, and inconsistent replies that are few and far between. I hope to remedy that fairly soon.

I still deal with inconsistent and unreliable Internet access, and am still working on real-life things in the background. It's been kinda tough since I've separated from the Air Force and am working on getting disability pay for my broken self. Still, I have my Tuition Assistance to look forward to, and with it, I hope to get some college classes under my belt, namely: A degree in Creative Writing.

I had a few friends discouraging a major in Creative Writing because potential employers are likely to see an "easy A". The catch is: I'm not doing this for an easy A. This is for me. I was originally going to major in Computer Science, with a minor in Creative Writing, but I don't believe that's the right path for me. You see, I love stories. Anyone who knows me to any degree can tell you that.

I also love video games. Video games with compelling stories are absolutely awesome! Which is why I really want to write for video games. Problem is, that's not really a field of its own just yet. Usually the person who directs the narrative of a video game is also a person familiar with programming. You see, the narrative director has to be able to make sure the game isn't always crashing or bugging out (at least to some degree), and while I'm sure I could learn coding and programming, my love is in language. I enjoy creating imagery in your mind with words. And while I'm not usually one for bragging, I can say with confidence that I'm good at it.

(Now, it would be really cool to write peripheral items for video games. Like the Grimoire Cards in Destiny, or the Codex Entries in Dragon Age: Inquisition, or the "flavor text" for in-game items like armor, collectibles, and weapons. I think I'd be pretty good at that, since I tend to write in little blurbs anyway. As a gamer, I collect that stuff like crazy, and have even written a few items that run along those lines. Just check out "Instrument" in my gallery. It's based on my Exo character from Destiny.)

Now, that's not to say I won't be striving toward the ability to work with visual art; I would love to share some character concepts and species designs with you all. But the writing has to come first. If I happen to become proficient at other things, I'll share those, too.

Anyway, I say all of that to say this: I might be scarce these days, but I'm not completely idle. I've been working on my fantasy world, Kru'ulen, and I've made a few leaps. I've been trying to really get past this writer's block. (I think the USAF changed the way I think, and thus the way I write. Still trying to figure out how my brain currently works.) It's a struggle, but I'm making progress. With luck, I may just be able to get published one of these days.

Thanks again, to all who stick around despite my absence. You're all super great: tcrbang.com/assets/uploads/med…

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TiarraL Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2017  Hobbyist
Come back to Istaria ;-; (also if you do you wont see me on Tia you'll see me on BellatorC)
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Oreochema Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
I was just thinking about Ista this morning! Hopefully I get the job I just applied for, and if my new crochet dragons sell on Etsy, I might just have enough of an income to renew my sub! ^_^
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TiarraL Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2017  Hobbyist
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay also i saw those draggies so coool! :D ^.^
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Oreochema Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks! I'll probably be selling those on Etsy within the month. XD Custom colors and such.
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DevineShade Featured By Owner Jan 17, 2017  Professional Artist
Hi hi! How are you? I've got lots to read here...
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Oreochema Featured By Owner Jan 17, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Hello! I am well, how are you?
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TiarraL Featured By Owner Jan 10, 2017  Hobbyist
Oreoooooooooooooooooooo
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Oreochema Featured By Owner Jan 11, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Yooooooo! How are you?!
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TiarraL Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2017  Hobbyist
I'm goooooooood! How are you??
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Oreochema Featured By Owner Jan 17, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
I'm doing alright. Working on my creative writing. If I can get to a point where I can start playing Ista again, I hope to work on that fanfic I started. If only for the practice. lol
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