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Comics and other Gallery / My small armament.
« on: October 21, 2016, 09:34:45 PM »
I hope I can do this correctly.

I used Krita to do a little drawing of several of the weapon forms used by the MC in my book.

Andelic is the Holy Dragon Vadiant, and is able to transform to any of the following forms.

No. 1, Judgement: It is a sword made of compressed Holy magic and, when invocated, grants the user silver wings and swift flight.
No. 2, Vitaberis: It is a wooden staff entwined by a sprig made up of condensed Life magic. It grants the user dark brown wings in the manner of an Owl. With this staff any plant can be manipulated, even if the plant is dead. (as in, chopped up wood)
No. 3, Calamity: It is a claymore blade that is attuned with the Earthen Element. This weapon eschews wings for the ability to 'fly' through the ground. The speed of underground movement depends heavily on what the ground is. Clean soil is the fastest while stone and ores will cause a significant drop in speed.
No. 4, Ragnaroc: It is a sword made of flames from the heart of Infernus, and, when summoned will protect the user from all forms of fire. It also grants Phoenix wings which will accelerate healing for any the wielder considers allies.
No. 5, Ventaero:It is a sword that commands the wind and the air. The sword can be swung facing forward or backward, depending on the situation. Swinging it backward will cause a tear in the wind that can cut through flesh and bone. It grants wings made of the very wind which grant high speed.
No. 6, Celerity: It is a simple unadorned dagger which heightens the sense of time for the wielder. It grants three sets of small wings which are used to adjust the flow of magic from any angle at any speed. Flight is generally only done inches from the ground with this blade, the enhanced sense of time allows effortless avoidance of any rocks or unevenness. This blade was formed in order to combat the Vadiant Alacrity.
No. 7, Aquespa: It is a long curved blade that grants the wielder finned limbs the ability to breathe underwater. It was created in the Maelstrom Surge when Lake Riunne became a permanent tether to realm of Ocean. With this weapon it is possible to manipulate water in any way save creation of Elementals.
No. 8, Ascension: It is a pair of katar blades that increase the physical capabilities of the wielder every time they strike an enemy. This weapon grants wings of sharpened steel which provide protection and offensive power, although they are extremely heavy. It takes some time fighting before the physical abilities of the user become sufficient to use them effectively.
No. 9, Crystacia: It is a sword of enchanted ice and will slowly freeze the surrounding area. It can freeze nearly any substance, although certain materials will require a larger amount of magical energy. It grants wings encased in ice.
No. 10, Void Reaper: This is a scythe that cuts through Void magic and passes through all mundane material. It is especially efficient at exterminating Shroudlings and other Void-born creatures. It provides wings infused with its own Void-eating magic, which provide significant magical defense.

http://daeslune.deviantart.com/gallery/ is where they're from. If you want to leave a note or anything...  :clapping:

Manga Creations / Short story- Child of the Forest
« on: October 20, 2016, 12:42:45 PM »
I have been moved to tears by writing a few times in my life. Only twice by my own work. This story is one of those times. Perhaps it won't move you as much as it did me, the story is... more personal to me than it would be to most others. I think. I hope this is the right place and way to post a story like this.

Jorndrin kicked a stone as he walked down the path. He hummed to himself, a lonely tune that made his downcast mood go lower by the minute.
He passed by a group of dryads talking amongst themselves. Once they caught site of him they lowered their voices until he passed. It didn't matter, he was used to it.
The Father of the Forest had given him a job for the day, another task that only served to take up time. He was sick of it, he had no true place in the Forest and everyone knew it. The dryads wouldn't even talk to him. The rest of the animals just treated him with either pity or scorn.
Jorndrin was a human living in the world of sprites and faeries. A young boy with no family or friends. Years ago his parents had left him here, he had been told it was to protect him... but he knew better. They just didn't want him. Nobody wanted him.
At first it had been wonderful, being cared for by animals and forest spirits. The Father of the Forest had granted the gift of speech to most of the animals so they could take care of him. But as the days turned into months and years he began to sour to his situation.
He neared his next stop, the den of a mother fox and her pups. She was always kind to him at least. He poked his head down into the den.
"Hi," he said wearily. "I'm checking today to make sure you have everything you need."
"Thank you, dear boy." the mother fox replied. "I'm afraid I don't need anything right now, but I'll get word to you right away if I do. She nuzzled her sleeping pups." these little ones would be happy to play with you once they wake up. Why don't you come back in a little while to chase them around?"
Jorndrin gave a forced smile and nodded. He left quickly and walked back down the path. He always felt like the other animals only played with him because they were told to. He sniffled as he tried to hold back some tears. Squirrels chased each other through the trees above his head, calling to each other, and that was just too much for him. He started crying, sitting at the side of a tree with his knees up and his arms around them. The branches of a nearby shrub extended towards him, patting him on the head. His tears dried up, leaving him sniffling to himself.
A small sound made him poke his head up, a raccoon was standing there looking at him. It reached out a paw sympathetically, but he turned away.
"The Father has called for you," the raccoon said gently.
"Don't wanna." he sniffled.
"You can come by when you're ready, he'll be waiting. I do wish you comfort, if only I could help in some way..."
The raccoon stood there for a long moment, anxious to help but unsure of how. Jorndrin felt a mixture of anxiety and awkwardness as he waited for the other to leave. At last the raccoon went on its way, and he was alone again.
He sat for a while until the sad mood began to pass and he began to feel bored. Rubbing his face roughly he stood up, then began heading to the Father of the Forest.
He walked slow so it took him a few minutes to get there. The Father of the Forest loomed over the trees as he approached, a massive tree that dwarfed all the others nearby. It had a wise and benevolent spirit, and was always willing to talk to him.
He walked up to the tree and placed his hand on its rough bark. The spirit inside it stirred to life.
"My child," it said.
Jorndrin nodded, not much in the mood for talking.
"My child," it repeated. "you know that I can see all that happens in my Forest."
Jorndrin nodded again.
"I have seen something that brings a change for all of us. Your parents, who left you in my care years ago, have returned. They have entered the forest and are heading this way.
Jorndrin stood dumbfounded for a moment. "My... parents?" he said slowly. "My parents are... Here?"
He felt the affirmation in the tree in its voice.
"Your life in the woods has come to an end." it said.
After a few more moments of silence, Jorndrin spoke again.
"But... How will I live with people? I... I don't belong with people!"
"You don't belong in the forest." the tree said gently.
"I don't belong anywhere!" Jorndrin cried, pushing away from the tree and running into the forest. He tripped and scraped his knee, but got right back up and running.
He ran as fast as he could without purpose, not knowing where he was running to. He cried little as he ran, feeling that he had no more tears left in himself to cry.
He then found out that he was wrong.
He knew the forest like the back of his hand and was able to avoid every tree, stump, and branch. But then he ran into something he didn't expect. He looked up at what it was, and began to sob. The face of his father looked down at him.
"Jo... Jorndrin?"
Then he was crying harder than he knew he could. "I... I... I missed you!" he cried. "I missed you so much! I was so... I was so lonely!" he grabbed his father as tight as he could, determined to never let go. Then he felt his parents hold him too, and he knew they would never let go either.

The Father of the Forest watched from afar as the family of humans reunited. He guided them as best he could to the edge of the forest. And then, in his own way, he cried too.

My sister does foster care, so I have seen a lot of children who are taken from their parents for their own safety, and I have seen how much they miss their parents and how happy they are to be reunited. The inspiration for this story was a combination of that and... well, I thought it up after reading one of the early Naruto chapters, where he laments having no parents.

Please leave a comment if you liked it, it means a lot.

General Manga writer discussions / The role of a writer-
« on: October 20, 2016, 10:14:42 AM »
So I'm curious- how deep is the role of the writer in a writer/artist collab? Does the writer dictate how many panels per page? The size of the panels? Or is it just "here's some dialogue, make it work"? I imagine it changes case by case, but what would you say, in general, the writer is in charge of?

Also looking for the perspective of artists. Do you prefer your writers to be very specific with what to draw? Or would you rather have more freedom? If a writer gets specific to the level of "have her walking with her left foot forward, her hair over her right shoulder, her purse..." would that drive you crazy, or would that be a good thing for you?

Looking for as many opinions as I can get. I'm pretty curious about this!

Welcome Center / Greetings, from Laenost!
« on: October 20, 2016, 09:34:17 AM »
Hey all, Daes Lune here. You can call me Daes. I'm an author! Well, I haven't been published yet, but I've written a book and a half so far. As well as a bunch of short stories! Fantasy is my forte, and I would make the claim that I am pretty good at writing it. Based on the words of others, not myself! Lest you think I brag without reason.

I've got a world (Laenost) with a great deal of history and interesting stories to be told. I've a website too, but I won't be linking that here. (yet) My main inspirations for writing are Tolkien and Lewis.

So, that's me. I'm a dude who writes. Finding the motivation to write can be a hassle at times, especially when tackling a huge project alone. That's why I think collaborating will help to get material out!

Nice to meecha.

Manga Artists Wanted / (Collab) Fantasy author looking for Manga artist
« on: October 19, 2016, 09:17:32 PM »
Hello! I'm an author (book finished, but not published yet) looking for an artist to do some short stories (possible novel adaptations down the line, depending on the level of commitment by the artist) based in a well-established fantasy world. Interesting characters, plotlines that can be both simple and deep, a truly amazing world with unlimited possibilities and a magic system that is (to the best of my knowledge) unique.

If you are interested in joining me, I have a limitless supply of story material. I have an above average skill at dialogue (or so I have been told), and I have read quite a few great mangas to draw inspiration from.

I plan on being a very successful and wealthy author in the future. This is your chance to get on board with something great! I have a website with some of my work, which I will link to you in a PM if you desire. (No links in this thread  ;))

Leave a reply or send a PM if you're interested. I have enough material for several projects, if multiple artists are interested.

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