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Anime Spotlight #16

So…who’s “Zestiria” anyway?

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It’s not any of these people, I know that much….

“The Tales of Zestiria (the X)” is primarily about Sorey and his friend Miklio going on adventures and trying to redress the imbalances caused by the influences of Dark Forces on Human souls in the world.  Along the way, Sorey has a King Arthur moment and becomes a near-messianic figure charged with cleansing bodies made impure by the evil spirits that have inhabited them.

And then there’s Alisha…the REAL reason I enjoyed this show!

While most other people we meet have a neutral or grim outlook on human beings in this show, Alisha becomes a kind of “light in the darkness.”  Her greatest contribution to this series is her libertarian nature — outstanding, considering she’s a princess.  While everyone else wants to start a war, she orders her army instead to stay defensive and only to fight if an enemy picks a fight with them first.  While the other nobles and politicians selfishly stay safe behind the walls of the palace, she’s out there on the front lines risking her life with the men and women who serve her.  She’s the kind of person voters keep hoping for when they vote on election days.

There definitely needs to be a second season of this series, since there are still loose ends in Season 1 that could use some conclusion to.  That’d be great!

 

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Work of the Week #38

This week, it’s time to revamp the Watchers…:

1 = The Peregrine (Cɪrthsta).  Female; Avatar of Lady Light for the current (6th) Age; born as a semimortal being.

2 = Yaw & Way.  Male (Yaw), female (Way); the first line of Etherials; Yaw is white & deals with Life, Way is black & deals with Death.

3 = Gome.  An Essence of Nature; is a guardian of the Interior Labyrinth of Eyaye.

4 = The Fallen Archangel (Bharakeiz).  Male; archangel who was expelled for aiding the Watchers during the Five Waves; his army was cast out with him.

5 = The Risen Demon (Yahuyyul).  Female; a former Starseed, was expelled from the Underworld for aiding the Good Side – alongside a handful of friends – during the Five Waves; became a Watcher & gave up her Starseed status (feeling the fighting was over & thus no more need for her “Daggers of Dyssbord”).

6 = The Headmaster.  Male (usually); a mortal (usually human) being charged with the custodial duties of the Peregrine Academy; the current Headmaster – sort of – is R.E.

7 = The Apothecarian.  Male; Mage, specializes in apothecarian arts.

8 = The Witchdoctor.  Female; Mage, specializes in Voodoo & Druidic arts.

9 = The Wayfarer & Gift-giver.  Male (Wayfarer) & female (Gift-giver); Mages, worked to give gifts to deserving children & homeless in the hope of helping them.

10 = The Merry-maker (Tsriista).  Female; Child, is the ‘joker’ of the group; works to put smiles on people’s faces; can conjure “Familiars” (‘imaginary friends’ sent to deserving children to help them in life).

11 = The Wild Child (Sraasta).  Female; Child, sister of the Merry-maker; likes creating scenes, likes attention; can conjure “Pixies” (little humanoid energetic forms that last for a short time) that she uses to benefit small children.

12 = Dauphinus (Charnugan).  Male; Anthroid Hybrid; pioneer of Prana-harnessing defensive arts, master of Chi-harnessing martial & meditative arts, dabbler in the Individualist lifestyle.

13 = The Hermet.  Male; mortal; worked to master the health & medicinal sciences; also worked to master the art of homeopathic healing.

14 = The Hephaet.  Male; an Earthling, was a master of the smithy arts while he was alive; crafted a number of advanced weaponry & other technology for the Watchers to wield (many are now being used by the Freemen); created the ‘Gear-heads’ to aid any Light-workers in the Mortal Realms.

15 = The Lost Alien (Azhseg).  Female; Alien; was a Starseed during the 5th Age; became a Watcher & helped fight the Five Waves; now travels the Fringe Realms for artifacts & relics.

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Work of the Week #36

Fantasium is receiving a bit of revamping (again…).

I shall start with the “Ten Kings” *updated*:

1 = Red Dove.  Female; experimental ‘super-soldier’ (1 of 25 including the “White Witch”); was inserted into a ‘bio-suit’ that amplifies her Chi (thus her strength & abilities); wields 2 katanas.

2 = Crowe.  Male; uses special Tarot cards to produce ‘magical’ effects via Prana; Red Dove’s boyfriend.

3 = The Mortal God.  Male; offspring of a god and mortal; no Super-form; has a very long lifespan but still mortal.

4 = The Skull-bearer.  Female; origins as yet unknown; possesses a skull-shaped talisman that channels her Chi & Prana to produce certain effects; wife of the Mortal God.

5 = The Tinker.  Male; Earthling engineer; has built a large number of advanced machines and technology; since built himself into his favourite mech.

6 = The Fawke.  Male; Earthling engineer; is very adept at electronic technologies; brother is the Tinker; large parts of his body are now artificially-enhanced.

7 = The Boar.  Male; ex-mercenary/ex-army man who specialized in collecting powerful relics from the Five Waves; weapon of choice was an Alien hand-held railgun.

8 = The Bard.  Male; a Jack-of-all-trades whose primary interest is in the arts; lived as a radical who specialized in exposing Darkness through songs & artwork.

9 = The Savant.  Female; discovered by the Bard & raised by him; has the ability to learn & master anything she sees within minutes; eventually became his girlfriend.

10 = Merryman.  Male; a former student of the Peregrine Academy; was infected by DarkMagic but remained in control; nickname is a play on his on-mission demeanor.

On another hiatus in May….  Hope to revamp some of the other aspects of Fantasium in due time.

 

Work of the Week #34

The making of a proto-tongue…:

>First, use an actual proto-tongue as a guide! (in this case, Proto-Indo-European)

>Second, select some sound and word “rules” to make the proto-tongue sound more unique.

>Third, use a script that’s based on a real-world, ancient script that hasn’t been used in thousands of years (in this case, Brahmi; see Freemen flag…).

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Work of the Week #23

This week’s conlang fix comes with some courtesy help from “gen” – a conlang vocabulary creator that can be found here:  http://zompist.com/gen.html

How to work “gen”:  1 ~ tell it what letters you want it to use (“Categories” box, under C, R, V, etc.).  2 ~ will there be any “Rewrite Rules” (Are any sounds changing?  Can be left blank)?  3 ~ flesh out word-forms (“Syllable types” – CV, CRV, CVCV, RV, etc…).  Other things one can mess with include how many syllables a word can have (Monosyllables) and how the results are to be spat-out (Output type).

Check out the owner’s master-site as well:  http://zompist.com/

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Sticking to Pathallea-related stuff again…, this week concerns the “Furries” and their interesting language of clicks, odd sound clusters, and seemingly endless word classes.

Here’s the document:  furries

Enjoy!

 

A Fantasium Snippet!

“Fantasium” is still in the process of being written, but currently what I give below is the first chapter of the book:

In a state of hysterical fear, a young woman wearing a worn-out, ripped-up, filthy, white, one-piece dress made of itching wool runs over the mucky soil of a dense, but dead, forest.  She stumbles over protruding roots and hearty weeds, expression wild.  Her skin marred by mud and various cuts and bruises in differing stages of healing.  Her long, matted hair, like an angry fire flickering wildly from her head, ruffles in the breeze and bobs with her frantic movements.

The female, appearing no older than a teenager, breathes heavily yet quickly; it is raspy, and her ample chest heaves greatly.  Using beaten, yet still very feminine, hands, she pushes herself forward as fast as she can; as fast as her long, slender legs will take her.

Somewhere, an angry mountain crackles.  She won’t stop to look.

She won’t stop, even when she’ll become tired and too weary to carry on.  She won’t look back to see if anyone’s pursuing her.  She doesn’t know where she is.  She doesn’t know where she’s headed – she cares not about that, for so long as she heads away from where she’d been held captive for so long.  That is all she cares about.

She escaped her prison this time, but it’ll be coming for her.  Stalking her by day and haunting her by night.  Not until she can manage to leave this hell for good.  But, who knows when that may be…

Every noise, though most are from her own self, is frightening.  Every little sound threatens to be a menace out to seize her up again.  Every light an eye watching her.  Every slight motion an enemy ready to strike.  That dark, dank, deep that held her hostage for so long.  It forces her to continue running, even when her body wants to collapse and die.

Despite herself, tears build up in her large, emerald eyes, and begin trickling down her cheeks.  She’s never been so terrified.  So vulnerable.  So mortal

Happy New Year!  🙂

JD

Pathallea ~ Snippet 3

the Resurgence

Another tease for the book…:

After more than an hour at sea, and me at the brink of absolute boredom, little Yolua scampers in, expression wild, saying that a machine is flying around in our area.

“A flying machine, Yoll?” I clarify; her statement sounds like fantasy.

“Yeah.  A flying machine, Hal,” she clarifies in return.  I’m still stupefied, however.

“That’s probably not good,” responds Uncle from the alcove that is the steering hub just on the other side of the partition separating it from the dinner table, as I am already making my way onto the deck in the hope of seeing what Yoll saw.

Good as gold, Yoll is, as I can clearly see a metallic-looking dragonfly-looking craft…

Coming right for us…

My strong heart literally skips a beat, as I scamper madly back toward the cabin.  Colliding head-on with Yoll, who was just making her way back out.  My momentum causes us both to crash against the now-closed wooden door.

Without hardly any chance on my part to even conceive of my next move, let alone to process it and much less carry it out, I feel something grab gruffly at my backside.  The force of whoever had grabbed me, pulling me up and away, was apparently enough to knock me out.

My very last recollection being Yolua’s squeal of terror in my face, and her clutching to my neck, as we were both whisked away in a flash…

 

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!  🙂

Pathallea ~ snippet 2…

Hallie pic

“Hey, girl!” comes an uncanny, somewhat musical voice from my right.  Thoe…

I snap out of my preoccupation, and quickly reach for a plate and utensils.  I start putting food on my plate, and I resist the urge to blush obscenely.

“Was that an infatuation I just witnessed, Hal?” Thoe speaks again, clearly badgering me about it.  She’s like that…

So am I, actually…

I guess that happens after spending many years with Step-dad.

“Think what you will,” I simply reply, returning a smile to her before returning once more to food.

I try to steal another look at Maphis, but no such luck this time.  He’s gone elsewhere, beyond my sights now.

“I could help you out with that, you know, given my prowess in dating,” enters Thoe again.

“Rely on a girl who cannot hold a man for more than a year?  Yeah…” I remark, confidently for once.

“Who chokes up when things get tense?”

Fair enough…

“It has to be me, Thoe,” I say, folding, “it has to be me…”

With that, I give her another kind smile, and continue on with my food business.

Another excerpt from Pathallea…

The girl in the center is named “Hallie.”  She is a human-hybrid being with four arms.

Cheers!  🙂

JD