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RE: Book 2: Death's Head Monoliths - Ch. 1
It was dark in Kehinde’s hut, and the stench of half-cooked meat hung heavy on the air, but all the tribe’s elders had turned up for council, and as Kehinde’s hut was amongst the largest in the village, it was the most appropriate...
I definitely favour the writing side more, although I put alot of effort into converting miniatures to suite my vision of them. My incarnation of Maatmeses is of an ancient vampire, dressed in the style of the voodoo priestesses of the jungle tribes over who she rules. She is mounted on a...
RE: Book 2: Death's Head Monoliths - Ch. 1
She found Wambua, as she had known she would, in his hut. He was rarely anywhere else, except when out hunting, or training the Samuburi, those sacred warriors tasked with the duty of defending the tribe’s priests. He looked haggard, she thought...
I have the exact same army theme that you are doing, and I can tell you they are very rewarding to convert and paint. Shameless plug, but if you fancy reading up on Maatmeses, I have written a 290 odd page story detailing her history, which can be found in the story section of the forum. I am...
RE: Book 2: Death's Head Monoliths - Ch. 1
Chapter 2: Hidden Depths
IC: -1151
Oyotunji woke the next morning to a world of pain. A fresh array of raw scars decorated her ebony flesh, and an assortment of purple bruises covered her arms and thighs. She stirred in her straw bed and rubbed her...
RE: Book 2: Death's Head Monoliths - Ch. 1
Several miles to the north, the jungle was an altogether different place. It was as if every insect, every animal, every ounce of life had been eradicated. No tapir struggled through the undergrowth, no frogs sang from the swamps, no monkeys clambered...
To be fair, I wouldn't know the first place to start with getting something published, so no matter how much I'd like that to happen, that chances are it won't!
In which case, more will probably be posted here eventually :P
TPL
Cheers for all the replies!
I have a set concept now, I know where I want to take the story and I am going to try and make it novel length. Maybe - maybe - try and get it published. That said, I should probably not post much more of it on here, because I don't know how all that stuff works. I...
It is funny you should be writing about this, I am writing a story at the moment where a being - not quite a demon but something otherworldly - is born into the real world. It must feed off the rot and decay of the living and their surroundings, needing this environment to survive. I guess in a...
Hey everyone, long time since I've posted here! Had to pause from the story detailing Maatmeses' legacy, as uni work and social life became too much and I couldn't find the time her stories deserved to write them properly.
Anyway, here is another piece I have started on. It is set in our...
Sounds pretty cool to me! My only comment would be regarding the continuation of her spirit after her body was burned by fire, that normally destroys a vampire for good because their souls are bound into the molecules of her body. This is something I learned about when one of my own characters...
RE: Book 2: Death's Head Monoliths - Ch. 5
Chapter 1: Akachi the Bat
IC: -1151
The woman bowed into a back room, emerging moments later clutching a sack. It was dark in the hut, the only light coming from a handful of spluttering candles. Fat ran liberally down their lengths, pooling in a...
Book 2: Death’s Head Monoliths
Prologue: Look's Like Rain
IC: -1151
Night falls quickly in the jungle. The frogs emerge from the swamps and break into a chorus of croaks and barks, the birds retreat to their nests, where they cower in silence with their young, the bats flock from their...
RE: Ghosts of the Past - Ch. 4
Chapter 21: The Crocodile and the Cat
IC -1152
A mass of screaming children ran toward the river, their small, olive bodies glistening from the heat of the midday sun. It was irrepressible, driving the children toward the wet cool of the water as a farmer his...
RE: A glimpse of Paradise. Part 1 & 2.
I like the concept; armies of spirit hosts are not something often written about compared to all the pure vampire stories on here. Keep writing, I will be watching this space,
TPL
Oooohhh very ominous, I like!
One correction at the end: 'the pair were fast approaching,' not 'was,' but otherwise this is looking very promising. More!
TPL
RE: Ghosts of the Past - Ch. 4
Chapter 20: Justice
IC -1152
Each slash of her khopesh was as a strike against Maatmeses’ grudge. The first tore into a spearman’s chest, hooking on his ribs and tearing him apart in a visceral spray of red. The second send a head flying from...
RE: Ghosts of the Past - Ch. 4
Cheers Voltaire, that means alot. I am glad people are enjoying this story, and that it is helping inspire you at least to keep writing.
Next part!
TPL
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The woman looked just as she remembered. Same tawny hair, glittering green eyes, elegant poise...
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