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    Cascading across the walls, bursts of energy crackled from conducive stones. Traveling through the Haidian air, these bolts of energy exploded upon the ground sending fungi formations flying through the air. Energy was discharged from the walls every few seconds lending the eerie effect of thunder and lightning. Booms could be heard several miles away from a single impact point. Clouds formed by the fungus stalks, gathered with this potent energy present. Lightning-like energy struck the ground beneath it turning the earth into blasted glass. Haidia was a land of chaos. Few that weren't properly trained could survive in its wild places. Around each passageway was a new danger, and even greater rewards. The battle was currently taking place in a large cavern that was roughly ten thousand feet by ten thousand feet. It's ceiling was roughly six thousand feet high. Every so often, a stalactite fell to the earth below crushing everything underneath it with tremendous weight. A single stalactite could weigh hundreds of pounds.

    Fungus trees stood at a height of about one hundred feet in certain cases. There was moss that grew near to the roots of these fungal outgrowth. These "tree" stalks replaced the trees of the overworld. Or, the surface world. Glowing crystals located in various formations all around the cavernous structure provided a fluorescent light. These glowing crystals were lit up in various colors. This lighting was quite different from the lighting of the sun, and fueled by Haidia's magma-core. Clouds were gathered unusually thick and were pregnant with ample energy. Moisture flowed down in a light drizzling rain. The water was very warm. Hot water hit the ground producing a strange steam like effect whenever it connected with the floor of the cavern. Plants and algae that lived on the caverns' floor fed from the nutrients given by this mineral rich water. Various battles were taking place within that cavern. It was a harsh world, one of survival and carnage. This was the world of Haidia. Land of the Demons.

    The ground beneath Lorenor was rock. Cracked on the surface and angled strangely do to the nature of the sedimentary substance, the rock was everywhere. So plain was it to the sight that it was almost maddening. The rock was everywhere in Haidia. Moss and other fungus grew on the surface of the rocks. Clinging to the warmth that the rocks gave off, the fungal life forms were like parasitical organisms. They fed off the rich minerals found in the combination of the high-nutrient water and the high-nutrient rocks. This environment was the true face of Haidia. An infinitely spanning series of tunnels that went off in every direction of the known compass. Tunnels and side passageways branched off from the main tunnels in every portion of the walls leading to new secrets. Moisture from the rain flowed down Lorenor's body as his hair began to get soaked in the warm water. Forming rivulets of drops, the drops fell to the earth beneath him and broke off into a million tiny fragments. He was looking at something. Something beyond a wall of pikes. An enemy. An ally. He wasn't sure which it was anymore.

    No longer able to think for himself, the Endless had taken over...

    The mutant found himself standing as his body acted on its own. Hands commanded the nearby groups of Endless to perform various sorts of tasks needed for the battle ahead. Lorenor's target had become the leader of the enemy units. Enemy? Who was the enemy? Thoughts of insanity burned through the mutant's mind as he struggled to gather himself against the endless. A superior entity, the parasitical life-form embedded itself underneath the mutant's skin. It felt like his entire body was on fire, about to explode from the inside out. Lorenor unsheathed blood sword despite his best attempt to resist. The creature lulled various words in the form of a seductive song into the back of his mind. Reality was distorted. Things kept fading in and out of his peripheral vision in various flashes. His body felt like it weighed a million pounds. His organs were lead, his legs were made of steel and his arms were made out of heavy damascus. That's what everything felt like to the mutant's world. In a matter of moments, the Endless had taken over for the strong mutant's will.

    The Endless seeped its tendrils into Lorenor's brain. It settled in his body seeking to become the commanding organism of the host vessel. In a matter of moments, the mutant's life had become just that. A memory. Lorenor walked forward without having any real control of himself. Pain burned up and down his spinal column as his dendrites were rearranged into a pattern that would be optimal for the life of the Endless. Lorenor's skin tone became much darker to the point where it was almost gray. His one brilliant amethyst glowing eyes changed into a brighter shade of purple, almost violet. They were currently observing the pikes before him. Each pike stood at a forty five degree angle and was jutted about a fourth of the way into the ground. Made of damascus, the pikes' blades were potentially very sharp. Each unit had a long haft that was roughly twelve feet in length all together. Lorenor was observing this. And in one sudden motion, he leaped up into the air with a drastic burst of energy. Darkness surrounded the mutant as he flew some twenty feet up into the air, did a front-flip and glided easily above the row pikes. He cleared the pikes and landed on the other side. In similar fashion, the rest of the Endless attempted to clear the pikes with varying degrees of success.

    Without wishing for it to happen, Lorenor's hand went to Blood Sword and he drew the weapon. It was a masterwork weapon. Blood Sword was made out of Haidian Steel and forged by the Vampire's blacksmiths. Lorenor drew the weapon casually. Several warriors that were once allies drew arms against the new mutant. Lorenor saw this as an act of hostility and kept his face calm and collected. He kept his weapon steady in his hands, the grip held tightly. Rotating the sword, Lorenor lunged at the nearest soldier. The man kept his cool. He reacted by blocking Lorenor's attack with a shield. There was a clang of steel against solid iron. Lorenor walked in a sort of constant daze, his body moving in a strange fashion. He limped now as his body was underneath the weight of the Endless. Lorenor's arms began to wildly swing Blood Sword around. Attempting to counter Lorenor, the soldiers reacted quickly with counters, blocks, and parries. Each action was met with an appropriate reaction. The mutant was more than skilled enough to take on several grown men at once.

    Several of the Endless cleared their jumps and landed on the ground nearby to Lorenor's position. These warriors gathered their strength quickly and rushed the line of scrimmage. There were fifty defending soldiers against Lorenor's small squadron of about ten fully armed Endless. Alongside the Endless host bodies, several of the small parasitical organisms made the jump as well, whilst a small few couldn't clear the pikes. Trapped upon the damascus tips, the creatures writhed and twisted. Being large, amorphous blobs, the things splattered against the nearby ground. Stretching a few feet from the portion of their body that was trapped on the pikes, they cleared the distance painfully. As their bodies left the prison of the pikes' tips, the steel edge was melted away due to an acidic property possessed by the Endless. Many of the pikes were now completely useless. It was clearly a method of distraction, divide and conquer. Eenith spotted the Endless coming even as the prepared to take nearby hosts. "Cover your faces, visors down!"

    Some heard the call, but many did not.

    Endless slyly leaped across the ground quickly. Once they were in range, they jumped to the nearest host vessel that they could acquire. For a time there, it seemed like the vampires of Haidia had an actual chance of winning, but the last line of defense was breached effectively. Leaving the rest of the Haidian defenders open to attack. Soldiers kept their phalanx formation in a futile attempt to stop the scourge from coming. Members of their own party suddenly turned against them and it became difficult to discern friend from foe. Lorenor saw his opportunity and sneaked his way deeper into the camp. The enemy commander was waiting for him. Lorenor knew this because the Endless knew this. And it was a knowledge that drove him completely mad. His face was twisted in a blood lust, combined with a sort of hatred that he had never known. It was a mask of the truest sort of isanity. There was nothing holding back the mutant's perplexing emotions. His face contorted throughout the entire spectrum of emotions as he watched his target getting closer.

    Mosoth Eenith. The name rang through the mutant's head as he attempted to understand the gravity of his situation. Men started to die quickly as the Endless descended upon them. This was the opening that Lorenor needed to finish the battle quickly. Hearing the call of the Endless, Lorenor found himself able to understand the Endless as a hive-collective. The thoughts of several thousand individual units sang across the surface of his mind. Despite that knowledge, it was not a pleasant relationship. Burning his brain, the Endless wanted to overwhelmingly control the mutant. It wasn't a mutual relationship of control. Walking towards the enemy commander, the order came from the rest of the Endless hive-mind. The Vampire Nation must fall! Lorenor heard the command as much as he actually felt it across his physical body. This command brought tears to his eyes and he wanted to rip his own face off. But he couldn't. His body was no longer his to control. He watched his mind acting from far away as his spirit became locked in a sort of prison or a cage.

    And that prison was the Endless. Lorenor cried out in agony as he heard the cry of the other host bodies who were captured by the Endless. It was a tormented relationship. The Endless took over and filled the body with its intoxicating power lulling Lorenor into a state of complacency. With that, the mutant swung the first blow against Mosoth Eenith. The man had a sad look on his face but reacted with the grace and skill of a veteran. The two began their war. Swinging blow after blow, Mosoth's blade glowed with a red energy whilst Lorenor's blade had a black energy that flowed from it in streaks of light. Connecting repeatedly off one another, the two blades began to overheat as the metal struck metal. The surface of either weapon glowed red. Lorenor could see Mosoth staring furiously at him. Exchanging blow after blow, the two seemed as if they were completely on par with one another. Lorenor's fury and rage matched the calm control of the other commander but then something happened.

    Something very unexpected. Using Lorenor's rage against him, Mosoth's experienced command of his weapon came into play. The weapon began to glow with a superior red glow as Mosoth called upon one of his many bladed techniques. When the weapon reached the zenith of its glowing energy, the experienced veteran began to release the stored energy. It was a risky technique. But Lorenor could never have seen it coming despite the bright glow from the sword. When the two blades connected at the exact same time, Mosoth released the power. There was a mighty explosion of energy that cascaded across the air. Brilliant streaks of light flowed violently across Lorenor's person. He saw the attack occurring from far away but could do nothing to control his body. The explosion was loud and sounded much louder thanks to the Endless interference. The mutant found himself upon the ground. Clutching at an injury across his chest, Lorenor looked up and coughed instinctively. Something was terribly wrong.

    He felt himself trying to move his arms, but one of them felt like air. Turning to look at his arm, he saw that his right arm had been completely severed at the shoulder. Also, there was a hole in his chest where the energy had cascaded and brilliantly struck the mutant. "It's over for you." Came a far away voice with a far away sounding accent. He looked up and saw the form of his enemy. The mutant tried to reach for his weapon, but Mosoth stopped him by putting a heavy foot against his hand to hold it down. Lorenor could feel the bones in his hand breaking. "It shouldn't have turned out this way. You were mine. You were my lover." Mosoth said with tears streaming down his eyes. "I won't ever forget you. May you find peace in death that you knew not in life." And the veteran swung his weapon down across Lorenor's face. Trying to resist even to the very end, the Endless attempted to protect the host body by bursting out through his skin. But this was a trick that Mosoth had seen before and was not surprised which is why his titanium weapon glowed with energy. He meant to end this battle once and for all. Too many had died already.

    "Fall Lorenor."

    And so, Lorenor fell...

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    **Epilogue**


    Pain. The pain filled his every pore. Lacing itself across his skin, and across his very soul. Lorenor walked across a pitch-black void uncertain of his bearings. He was in a very dark place, a very real place. Somehow, his very soul had been separated from his body as he was defeated from the previous battle. Vague images flashed across his mind as he fought an ally that had become an enemy. The Endless was bonded to him, even as a substance within his D.N.A. reacted. Lorenor walked across the void, not realizing entirely where he was. The very Anti-Firmanent itself. He saw the dead and dying, even as The Endless continued to wage their one-sided battle against the vampire nation. Lorenor moved forward, struggling through the shadow-filled land. Voices called out for help, in agony, lost. They reached towards Lorenor's potent energies. Darkness flowed from his body now as his soul was placed in the Anti-Firmanent. He made his way across this land as carefully as he could. The land was riddled with pitfalls and traps of its own, so the mutant trusted his senses even whilst The Endless took over his body.

    Lorenor found himself standing before a large gate. Before the gate stood a large individual that the mutant had never seen before. Many smaller individuals, some around Lorenor's own height, others much taller than he, of various different races were present. Some creatures were passing the line and sneaking their way to and from the gate of bone. Understanding what was happening here, the mutant took a look up at the strange, ancient guardian. It was reading a list of some sort. Seeing a man dressed in furs, and wearing a beard, the mutant considered his position here. He pondered simply walking past the man guarding the door. Even in his current state of insanity, the mutant still possessed a semblance of his former self. Though with each passing moments, his memories were fading and becoming broken. Where once, the image of his death was strong and visible, the mutant even forgot that too. He forgot his place amidst the vampire nation, he forgot his friends and allies, and the long, rich history he had before them. The Lorenor of old was now gone forever.

    Replacing the old Lorenor was a creature of darkness. Bonding to The Endless, Lorenor's destiny was sealed forever. He looked up at the man before him and the gate he was guarding. "Fuck this." He said out loud, and started to walk away from the line and the gate. Several individuals surrounded the mutant. "Where do you think you're going?" They asked. "All newcomers have to speak to Björmund." The same spirit entity said. Lorenor looked at the talking creature and saw a being that was without a face. It had a long neck, was colored with the very form of the darkness itself, and had long limbs. Chains and shackles were visible on its wrists and ankles. Several other nearby entities looked just like this one. Drawing a weapon of sorts, the mutant saw that the creature held a blade made of the dark itself. Lorenor took a step back. He felt fear gripping his heart as he stared at the being before him. Lorenor clenched his hands tightly, pondering just what to do next when something mysterious happened. A gate opened nearby to their position.

    This gate lead to another realm of Althanas. One that Lorenor had no name for. "Accursed intruders!" The main spirit cursed as he looked at the materializing gate. It served as a distraction, and the mutant started to make his way from the group of spirit warriors. One of the creatures noticed this and placed a hand on the mutant's chest. Lorenor had no weapons, and no means of defending himself in this land. "Where do you think you are going, upstart?!" As the gate materialized, it opened. It revealed a glowing light from beyond it, and a presence stepped through the area beyond the gate. Once it stepped through, the door closed, but the gate remained. The mutant couldn't see what the stranger looked liked because his senses were still quite limited. He could only see his immediate surroundings even in this state of undeath. Lorenor was starting to panic now. He had no way of defending himself. His eyes flitted about as he looked for an escape route, several entities on the line were beginning to talk to themselves. Lorenor decided he was going to make a break for that door.

    Suddenly diving towards the spirit warrior before him, the mutant rushed his body against his opponent. Lorenor saw that several of the spirit warriors were moving to intercept the new stranger. Taking full advantage of the moment, the mutant felt his spirit-body connect with the body of the other spirit. "Hey!" The creature yelled as it was knocked to the ground. Lorenor and the creature rolled around on top of each other for several feet as the mutant fought back. Weak and fragile, the mutant was getting more and more used to his current body. He found that his anatomy had greatly changed from its former self, and that his face was much different than it once was. Lorenor felt sharp claws extending from his fingertips and began to attempt to cut and slash at the being beneath him. As he did this, the creature moved to grab his neck. Lorenor reacted to this instinctively. He called out in agony, and something responded. Feeling a mysterious reaction within his flesh, something burst out from underneath. Lorenor cried in agony as The Endless heeded his call.

    As a parasitical organism, The Endless needed to keep the host body alive as much as it needed to maintain its own existence. Lorenor was not sure how much time had passed whilst he fought the spirit warrior. A powerful hand wrapped itself around the mutant's neck. Feeling the air squeezed out of his lungs, the mutant's symbiote reacted and was able to protect the host. Feeling a bond to the mysterious creature, the mutant found he was able to communicate with The Endless now. It was a little discovery, but it was better than nothing. Feeling his sharp claws ripping the flesh of the spirit warrior, Lorenor took chunks of darkness out of the beast. When his opponent finally screamed in agony, the mutant moved to the man's arm, and made an attempt to break it. Without realizing it, his arms had instinctively wrapped themselves around the spirit warrior's elbow and he'd pulled quickly, rotating the elbow in an unnatural position. There was a hideous snapping sound as the arm was broken. Lorenor pushed the being's hand away from his neck, The Endless protecting him just enough to prevent the creature from breaking his neck.

    "Feed from it!" A stranger called out in the common-tongue. "You will regain your strength!" Lorenor did as he was told. He pinned the being down against the ground even whilst it struggled against him. Lorenor could see darkness writhing around beneath him. His face suddenly mutated, muscles, tissues, and bones stretching downwards. His maxilla bone was distorted split apart of its own volition. His lower jaw split open into two equal halves. Either side developed sharp protrusions. Teeth in his upper mandible became deformed and much sharper than normal. They extended so that they were over an inch long. Lorenor reached down to the beasts' neck, holding him in place with his own body weight, and suddenly bit down against the creatures' neck. Feasting upon the spirit warrior, Lorenor killed the beast with a certain sense of satisfaction. Darkness filled his heart now as he embraced a new state of existence. Where he was once a vampire, the mutant had become something else entirely. He'd embraced his destiny without fear.

    Lorenor's face was now hideously scarred. Where once he'd possessed a handsome face, the mutant's face was now distorted. A terrible scar was visible from the sword-strike that had done him in. The scar had touched him even at the level of his soul. Lorenor looked upon the dying creature beneath him even as he absorbed him into himself. Fading off, the creature was an elemental, and thus had little corporeal substance binding him to the normal laws of physics. So in essence, Lorenor completely swallowed him from the position of the initial bite. It was energy, so Lorenor ate the energy completely. And thusly, Lorenor's desire to feed off monsters was born. The mutant stood up from his kill. Staring at him in shock, the other warriors were unsure of what to do next. They saw that Lorenor could defeat them. Lorenor turned towards the other group of creatures and was pleased to find that the stranger was in heated battle with the rest of the warriors. Wielding a sword of some sort, the stranger was capable of defeating his opponents with relative ease.

    Howls filled the air as the creatures were defeated one by one. Soon, the remaining creatures opted for retreat and survival. "We won't forget this!" One of them called as they returned to the gate of bone. Lorenor broke away from the line of spirits and made his way to the stranger undisturbed this time. The mutant looked at the stranger and saw a shadowy form, with glowing purple eyes. The shadowy presence was hard to make out, but there was something quite familiar about him. "We shall go to the land of Phantaria. Come with me if you want to live." The stranger said calmly. He extended a hand towards Lorenors' person. The mutant took the man's hand and his new journey began. The stranger did something and opened up the gate to the new land of Phantaria, and together, they stepped inside of it. There was a brilliant flash of light. Together, they ended up in the land of doors. Lorenor saw many floors of floating in the air, some with interconnected staircases. The mutant reacted to this by whistling at the awesome construct. By then, his face had returned to normal.

    "Why are you helping me?" Lorenor asked.

    "It is my mission." The stranger responded simply. "I come from a far off land. I cannot say anymore than that. I am risking certain doom even contacting you. But, I need to ask you one question. Do you want my help?"

    "Yes I do. I have no idea where I am." Lorenor said, still in a pain that affected his very soul. "You're in Phantaria, the land of doors." I can guide you but you must do exactly as I say." Lorenor nodded at that and obeyed the mysterious stranger. "What's your name?" The stranger asked. "I'm Lorenor." Nodding towards Lorenor, the stranger simply kept walking towards one of the doors. "Nice to meet you Lorenor. I can't tell you my name at this point. But I need you to do one thing for me. Do you swear allegiance to me?" Lorenor nodded. "I do. I need to in order to survive." The stranger nodded. "One day you will understand this. But for now, let us say your life is in danger. You have The Endless now. One day, it will save your very soul. Protect it, like it will protect you. For one day you will learn how to control it by thought alone. For now you are weak yet, you are still a young derelict ghoul. Learn to survive. Learn to live in the World of Darkness." The stranger said calmly. "I offer you one piece of advice. Listen to your blood. And remember this: you will face an important choice in the near future. A choice that will affect the very history of Althanas as you will become one of it's key players. Remember this, and embrace your significance." Lorenor nodded. "Where do we go now?"

    "You will return to Haidia and train in it's wilderness. From there, head to Gorandis and Radasanth. Begin your training in Ruild." Lorenor nodded, he understood what Radasanth meant, but he did not understand what Gorandis and Ruild meant at that point in time. One day he would. They found a particular door. "Go through and you will return to Haidia. Live Lorenor. Fight. You will embrace your future." The mutant nodded. Without saying another word, the mutant entered that single door and stepped through. There was a brilliant flash of light, and a rush of power, and the mutant found himself in one of Haidia's many caverns. The door vanished. Lorenor felt an energy in that cavern. A tremendous pulse of power. He looked about and saw a dead body on the ground, a recent body at that. Looting the body, he grabbed two hundred gold for himself, and some basic supplies. Once he'd gotten his fill of looting, the mutant fed on the blood of the warrior, eating his flesh. Lorenor knew he would need to survive in order to build his strength. Now, he was merely a derelict ghoul with no power of his own.

    One day, he would become a living avatar of darkness. One day he would shake the pillars of history itself...

    The End.

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    Sorry that so many people seemed to drop out of this as it went on. Though it’s quite a big thread, I’ll be giving the full commentary where possible. Hope this all helps, if you have questions feel free to send me a message.

    Continuity 5

    Lorenor: This goes back to what I say in the clarity section, but it should be noted because it’s not a specific time so much as the story itself. I see that you tried to add something special to the story along the lines of what exactly is going on. I mean, specialized units for the vampires, interesting ideas to draw the reader into the overall conflict between the Endless and the Vampires… but it was lost to me. Why are there Spartans? I, as the reader, didn’t get enough about what an Endless is to understand why it’s a dangerous opponent. I’m also missing a few other things: Why are the two fighting? Why is Lorenor a Vampire merc leader? Things like that would have helped a lot.

    Of Water: Why are you in Haidia? How do two water dragons find their way down to the underground caves of the demons and vampires? Why are they on land, much less there anyway? All of these things could have helped a lot with understanding what was going on and helped the reader figure out what the story is about. It would help the clarity as well as persona.

    Setting 6

    General Note: You have five senses, use them all. It’s a common issue that I see with writing, when people tend to just use sight instead of everything else. You have other senses, and in a world like Haidia they can all become paramount and important. The smell of the place, what you hear, how it tastes (from the air to the battleground), and the way it all feels can easily be displayed with the setting. The second thing to always remember is that you want to show, not tell. Just throwing me a scene and how it looks only goes so far. Tell me how it makes the character feel, tell me what they think about it through inner dialogue, actions and reactions… all of this comes together to make something altogether more fulfilling than just telling me through your narrative what is going on.

    Lorenor: I saw that you started to put in some details as to what the world of Haidia looked like… however there was more missing that should have been added to make the world something more real. I got that it was a cavernous area, and that the “sky” was dark all the time. But there is a lot more to the world than just that… it’s underground, yes, but what about the unique lighting? There are supposed to be something along the line of orange glowing light that is almost supernatural. How does the setting make you feel? How do you, as a character used to the natural world (or perhaps used to Haidia), think about the differences? These questions about how you feel in this odd world help form the setting as well as help with your persona score.

    The description of the teleportation area, having been done about 3-4 times in different posts, was a bit too much. I got it the first time, the second helping solidify the idea, but the next time it was explained was just slowing everything down. It hurt the pacing, but at the same time the setting since it was just you expounding again on what you already explained. I’d suggest leaving it after a little bit, unless you are taking the time to go into something directly important with the situation described in the thread instead of more general description.

    Of Water: Same questions generally. Though in a much more specific way… your characters are those of the water realm, I would assume the oceans on the surface of Althanas. Not only do they get put in a completely different situation when they are Haidia, which is all brimstone and heat… but there isn’t a lot of water. How do they feel about the situation they are in, about the world they aren’t used to? The questions pertain to the differences between what your characters are used to and the world you are in more so than anyone else…

    Vornwin: Elves in Haidia? Armor that mirrored the reflection of the sun? There isn’t a sun in the underground cavernous lands of Haidia, and elves aren’t exactly welcome there. Who are the elves and why are they there?

    Pacing 6

    Lorenor: Like I say below, pacing is about pulling in the reader and not letting them go. It’s about how well you write the story and how well it flows. You write a good story, don’t get me wrong, but it seems at times to be long winded and laboriously devised. The reader, and myself as a judge, has to shift through long posts to get the gist of what is going on. I’d suggest taking a little bit of time to add a small bit of brevity to the overall feel. There are times when I thought that part of a paragraph was unnecessary, and other times when entire paragraphs were. Your writing style tends to add a lot, making it very detailed, but without the overall flair that draws the reader in. It’s like reading a technical manual sometimes, whereas others it’s like reading a brilliantly devised story. Make sure when you’re writing to figure out what would make it flow better, make sure that the story that you’re telling doesn’t seem to drag on and I think you will do fine with pacing in the future.

    Of Water: Pacing is all about how the thread moves and flows as a story, how much interest you keep with the reader. In all… the tense issues, the lack of other area’s in the rubric, as well as the numerous and continued mechanical issues made me as a reader not want to actually go through the posts. I don’t mean to sound harsh, but every time one of your posts came up it took me a lot not to just skip it. The pacing was shot by the fact that I had to re-read almost every post you wrote multiple times to try and make sense of it all. Through the grammatical mistakes as well as the technical mistakes I found that the clarity and pacing was destroyed, and made me as a reader thoroughly dislike every paragraph that came next.

    Dialogue 5

    Vornwin: The prayer by the dwarf was funny, realistic for a blunt mercenary, and made the character seem more real. That is the key to dialogue, as far as I’m concerned. Make it feel natural, not stand out to a point of making the reader note it in the wrong way, and have it add to the general feel of the personality of the character speaking. You did well with the dwarf, but I’d suggest that you take a little more time to develop your own character’s dialogue.

    Lorenor: As said above, the dialogue is what I like to see develop characters. It’s often used in trite ways, as if to just fill out the post… but it is valuable in a much more pertinent way when used correctly. I would suggest that you allow yourself to use internal dialogue a little more to display the true nature of the character. You used it in a way that made it seem like you put only the slimmest bit of dialogue in so that Lorenor could convey the basics. Though, what you thought was not put into dialogue form… but given to the reader through narrative instead. I’ll expound upon that in the persona section.

    Action 5

    Vornwin: When the battle began, it was like you had set up the field to your advantage before you had even entered it. Boulders were set aside to roll down the hill at the enemy? When were the boulder’s collected, how did everyone know what was about to happen… things like that tend to detract from the setting, but more importantly the action in general. It wasn’t exactly realistic, but it was also something completely unexpected. Proper, realistic action is the key to a good score for action, and that was lacking almost as soon as it all started.

    Lorenor: Your use of the setting, the general feel of what you were fighting, as well as how you portrayed the reactions was a good way of writing out the action. All in all it was well done. I would have like a bit more in the beginning, but it wasn’t bad.

    Persona 6

    Lorenor: Up until the point where you were in serious conflict with the Endless that was attacking you I didn’t really get a good feel for WHO the character was. I got a little bit, before you took up the quest as a solo, but till that point there was a severe lack. After that point, it was a thick display of personality that came through quite well… despite being a little bit verbose most of the time. I was engaged and draw in by the battle and the events following, enough so that I could not help but enjoy the pacing, action, and persona displayed. Well done, if not a bit late. I would suggest starting out with a little more of that to begin with, and carrying it on as you go.

    Furthermore, your commentary about being a Spartan Warrior… it was confusing as I said before. I would have liked more explanation for that as well as more about how it affected the character, and how his reactions and thoughts and everything were pulled together by his affiliation. It would have added more to the persona in general, as well as given me a better feel for the character and those around him.

    Technique 6

    Of Water: You write in a very informal tone that actually adds to the mechanical issues that I noted below. There is little to no use of advanced technique, of any kind, and the tense agreements as well as what else was noted in the section below added to the overall issues I had with not only reading your posts… but actually understanding them in general. You also change the style of writing in an awkward way during the 4th post. It seems that you are telling the story from limited omniscient in the 2nd post, setting it up as an outside observer, when you get to your next post its limited omniscient from the viewpoint of a specific character.

    “To take shelters with you, to create them, to make them so that you can carry them about, put them up and take them down, well, that’s just something so completely unnatural for his kind to contemplate.” ~ [4] ~ I was really trying to avoid putting quoted passages into the rubric up here, was going to add the majority of the issues into general notes at the end… but this is just too hard to pass up on. You went from third person to second person. Also, this is a VERY long run-on that isn’t even a sentence except for the fact that Word would recognize it based on the merit of a lot of words and comma’s used. It would need to be completely re-written in order to make it something more grammatically correct. There are comma mistakes, second person mistakes, semi-colon’s could be used, you dip back into the informal common speech way of talking, as well as fail to continue the parallelism within the sentence itself.

    Mechanics 6

    Lorenor: You have a few things here and there that are missing. In general it’s mostly comma usage that caught me while reading, missing them more than using them incorrectly. However you have a few points where you tend to write capitalized words instead of just emphasizing them in some other way. I’d suggest instead of putting a word in CAPS to make it stand out, put it in italics when it’s not in a line of thought. That should make it stand out just as much, but the reader that’s learned correct grammatical style will automatically put the emphasis on the italicized words as they read.

    Of Water: Your mechanical writing is terrible. There are obvious mistakes that continue on and on. Take the time to read over the posts you write so that you can make sure that they are readable. There are a lot of mistakes when it comes to the comma usage. Multiple times you simply have sentences that are not complete sentences, just dependent clauses; other times you have run-ons that are composed by incomplete sentences. There are a lot of times when you switch between present tense and past tense as well. Word usage is also an issue, since when you write you seem to use words that don’t fit what you mean… or are close, such as “Armoury” instead of “Armor”. ((This was all noted from just the first 5 paragraphs of your very first post, btw. That’s why the score is affected so hard.))

    Clarity 5

    Lorenor: The opening post… was so confusing it was hard to get anything from it. I read it over about 3 times, but still couldn’t find a way to make sense of what it said. I don’t know what Spartan’s had to do with Althanas, whether the things attacking were attacking your character or some other character and you were just watching. In the end, I just pushed to the next post and hoped that things would make more sense later.

    Of Water: If you had been the only one that this score was based on, much like mechanics and technique, I would have had to give a 0 without question. The fact that the posts that you wrote made me cringe every time I saw them didn’t help. Please take the time to go over what you wrote, multiple times if necessary. Read it out loud, ask yourself if it makes sense, and then edit it as is necessary. There were many times when I re-read a single sentence so many times that I had to just quit reading it and move on because no matter what I did it didn’t make any sense to me.

    Wild Card 7

    Adding a little more here because you pushed through and finished it, which is always something to be proud of and note. Nothing I hate more than just submitting something that’s not complete because the partners dropped out. Congrats on the finished product!

    Score 57

    Rewards

    Lorenor: 2300 exp | 400 gold

    Of Water and Scales: 380 exp | 50 gold

    Vornwin: 370 exp | 50 gold

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