The last two reigning kingdoms in space have conflict that defies all logic, the war between the Magea, born magicians with the ability to control the elements, and the Alcali, who learned ages ago how to use science for equal power against the magicians Two forceful kingdoms parted for centuries by the Treaty of Dust. The two kingdoms have long been able to capture the energy of the stars, using the energy to power whole planets when used correctly. But in the wrong hands capable of chaos beyond belief. when they first started using the stars for power people found at the core of the stars essence is life in the form of dust. living dust. after years of using the dust for power a solem man in his everyday work touched the dust and it fused with him. thus, the dusters were born; with unlimited power and the ability do whatever. Word got out and people came from all corners of the galaxy to see if they had the genes to become infused. Any who were lucky enough to become dusters would be swept into a life unknown to those Anyone who becomes infused with this power ultimately becomes neutral to all and a dear friend to those in need.
After centuries of being
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MAP
story of solem man (first infused)
story of the crossbreeds.
reason why dusters left. (another ascension maybe from stars to suns?)
existing conflict between two kingdoms
maybe correlate between the real world and the stories worlds. legalization of pot, gay marraige, a new race in control of everything.
growing conflicts between two kingdoms
conflicts between pure and crossbreeds.
story of the star.
How new dusters are found. (Ship?)
Magea worlds are mostly overrun with jungle. habitats often found close to water or hidden deep within forest. their powers can be depleted if without rest for too long. powers always come back. with great study one could become very powerful. have harnessed the power of the star
Alcali have harnessed the power of the stars and of the magea, using both in scientific ways to both protect and retailiate. their alchemaical ways are just as powerful and dangerous as those of the magea though the magea would not think so. in the appearance of their worlds one would say they are far more advanced but they are close to destroying several of their planets atmospheres due to pollution and have yet to find a solution.
STORY OF SOLEM MAN (FIRST INFUSED)
"Ma! I'm off to work! Where are you?" Caden can suddenly hear the sound of disaster in a far off room his mom uses as a laboratory.
the lab door opens with billows of smoke and tiny floating stars softly fading as they spread out. in the middle of it all, swatting the smoke and remaining stars away, his mother coughs at him, "leaving so soon? and cracks a smile. It's my first day and she's sure they wont mind if im late because she made food.
i just grin back, "it's my first day, I don't want to be late. plus you already fed me."
i know she's just really reminded of dad today. two years after i was born he went to work at the outer stations, the ship his crew took never arrived and to this day the government says it's top secret. after a while everyone just gave up and held a service in their memories.
you're such a good boy, you should go out more, and now you have a job. I know, i know, stop worrying. Just, have a good first day."
"I will, mom. I love you. hey what were you working on in there?"
"Oh nothing, just a little surprise. i want to be prepared you know... for when I have grand kids. who knows, maybe you'll meet a girl at the station?"
With a slight chuckle caden pleads, "Ma, stop, I'll meet the person I'm supposed to be with when it happens."
"i know, I know, And you'll give me lots of grandkids." smiling deeply, she gives caden a kiss on the cheek and ushers him to the door, exclaiming about how much work needs to be done around the house as she waves him off with tears in her eyes.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Friday, December 2, 2011
beginning something new
for years i'd been an avid addict and any time there was some new concoction that the kids were trying i would be far surpassing their irrelevant "I'm stoned" to reach a new type of high. a high that could put to shame hollywood in general. everyday was a fight, moving money until i could get my fix for the day. didn't matter who i had borrowed from or how much i already owed. just that for the day, i was fucked up. and hopefully all day. this lasted until i had lost almost every friend and job. then when the money ran out and i could no longer borrow, the dread set in. alomst an hour without and im freaking out, checking to see what i can pawn and begging for money, searching for change. without a job i was hopeless to becoming sober. hopeless and scared.
one night, im climbing into bed when i realize how for so long, during all my years of being fucked up i really hadn't dreamed much. this thought was both disturbing, making me question how many brain cells i had to fry for my body to just reject dreaming, and comforting, i remember dreaming being one of my favorite things about being alive when i was younger; before all the drugs.
that night i dreamed. better and more vivid than i had ever remembered. instantly this was my new addiction.
years later ive found out how to manipulate my dreams and a doctor friend into giving me sedatives to do this. with his help weve managed to rip open the fabric between the two worlds. the world of today and the world of dreams. two different realities. with two different ways of operating. i no longer have an addiction, i have a problem. with the ability to walk between these two worlds freely and the ability to manipulate dreams, i can do anything, but... my safety is no longer guaranteed. anywhere. anytime. there are some from the dreamland that would kill for this power. attempts have been made and a new way of life emerged.
Speach
we control dreaming from our side. anyother way would be an abomination. and your world could not understand or survive.
this is what they said when i was captured the first time. this is when the truth came out. the truth about our lives. that the entirety of our lives is a dream. and when we sleep, that's reality, that's when you're really awake. that's what they don't want you to know.
one night, im climbing into bed when i realize how for so long, during all my years of being fucked up i really hadn't dreamed much. this thought was both disturbing, making me question how many brain cells i had to fry for my body to just reject dreaming, and comforting, i remember dreaming being one of my favorite things about being alive when i was younger; before all the drugs.
that night i dreamed. better and more vivid than i had ever remembered. instantly this was my new addiction.
years later ive found out how to manipulate my dreams and a doctor friend into giving me sedatives to do this. with his help weve managed to rip open the fabric between the two worlds. the world of today and the world of dreams. two different realities. with two different ways of operating. i no longer have an addiction, i have a problem. with the ability to walk between these two worlds freely and the ability to manipulate dreams, i can do anything, but... my safety is no longer guaranteed. anywhere. anytime. there are some from the dreamland that would kill for this power. attempts have been made and a new way of life emerged.
Speach
we control dreaming from our side. anyother way would be an abomination. and your world could not understand or survive.
this is what they said when i was captured the first time. this is when the truth came out. the truth about our lives. that the entirety of our lives is a dream. and when we sleep, that's reality, that's when you're really awake. that's what they don't want you to know.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Forest scene in Shades.
*Had just walked further into the forest; after stomping out the fire, heard someone was near in a carriage of some sort, or something drawn by animal; and from on the outside they might see him that close to the edge of the treeline.
Abomination, that's what I am, That's what Ive tried to show people I'm not, and by some freak cause of magically mistake identity, literally speaking, that's still what people believe.
Jasper quickly stopmed out the fire and grabbed his staff, shoving the rest of his goods in the nearest bush. By the time he was done the tendrils of smoke still drifting from the dying fire pit were loosing life; stretched almost too thin before reaching Jaspers nostrils but apparent none the less when coupled only with the sweet air of forest moss and honeysuckle.
In his haste, what evidence he'd destroyed he hoped would be enough to throw any followers off his trail. The sound of the carraige was still far off enough he would make great distance leaving now so he did,and at a quick stride,into the forest without any light but the pale blue glow from the top of the bastian staff, though quite dim now; it's as if it knows to be cautious. A half hour later Jasper found the trees to be growing as thick as his thoughts.
"I didn't even want to come into the forest, and now I'm in the middle of it!"
Forced to move slower, Jasper made well aware of his surroundings and any sounds within earshot. The carriage, far off now; still audible, although without any tell of whether it's coming or gong now.
The air is chilly and somehow solid or crisp with a hint of holiday about it.
It didn't matter how many times jasper told himself that holiday's like christmas or halloween don't exist in [[[TITLE ]]] anything, as subtle as a faint scent or as obvious as a place, his memories are still from another world. A mist, ethereal and pouring in, quickly enveloped the surrounding trees; even at midday the mist was more like smoke and thicker and than that of the campfire.
The surrounding area at first had seemed lively, Jasper hadn't seen any animals but since leaving the campsite the thought that something was just beyond his peripheral kept bothering him. Now, everything is subdued and accompanied by a profound silence. Other than his own breathing and strides, which had both become faster, Jasper moved silently; and carefully, acutely aware of the fog and it's curling tufts as it began to mingle with his legs.
In the darkness of the forest, the Bastian Staff began to grow brighter with Jaspers rising fear. Off to his left, the staff's light reflected off the sticky sap from a stump in the ground
The stump was perfect, pristine, cut impossibly level and at first touch felt cool and moist; as if recently chopped down. The area closest to the stump is untouched though; there's no evidence of anything being dragged from this place. Right next to the odd stump fresh grass grew and a few preposterous flowers were in bloom all around as well. "Absurd," Jasper thought, "Mysteriously growing indeed; there isn't enough light penetrating the forest canopy to permit this kind of growth."
Sleep had been filling jasper's eyes since he stopped running, overwhelming him with tearful sticky eyes. Carelessly afraid, nothing mattered. The rooty stump, inviting now, seemed to call Jasper's name from somewhere deep within the hollow. "It's got to be in my head" persuasion came easily and he sat, proped up on the root with his head leaned back looking up through the trees seeing random stars between the leaves. the blinking became hypnotic lulling him to sleep. But sleep never came. Laying there, completely relaxed he stayed in between being awake and asleep. conscious and yet unable to move arms or legs. The Bastian Staff lay right out of reach and other than rolling his head side to side there is nothing he can do. With what he could see through blurred vision, the fog moved as if alive.
The breathy coolness of the fog chilled to the core, moving rapidly around him. Fingers of mist came searching, crawling through the otherwise still air; long stems the mist guided by etherealy moving arms
The Bastian Staff.
left by the ancestors.
a museum curator, that works closley with old artifacts, restoring them to their true state.
Abomination, that's what I am, That's what Ive tried to show people I'm not, and by some freak cause of magically mistake identity, literally speaking, that's still what people believe.
Jasper quickly stopmed out the fire and grabbed his staff, shoving the rest of his goods in the nearest bush. By the time he was done the tendrils of smoke still drifting from the dying fire pit were loosing life; stretched almost too thin before reaching Jaspers nostrils but apparent none the less when coupled only with the sweet air of forest moss and honeysuckle.
In his haste, what evidence he'd destroyed he hoped would be enough to throw any followers off his trail. The sound of the carraige was still far off enough he would make great distance leaving now so he did,and at a quick stride,into the forest without any light but the pale blue glow from the top of the bastian staff, though quite dim now; it's as if it knows to be cautious. A half hour later Jasper found the trees to be growing as thick as his thoughts.
"I didn't even want to come into the forest, and now I'm in the middle of it!"
Forced to move slower, Jasper made well aware of his surroundings and any sounds within earshot. The carriage, far off now; still audible, although without any tell of whether it's coming or gong now.
The air is chilly and somehow solid or crisp with a hint of holiday about it.
It didn't matter how many times jasper told himself that holiday's like christmas or halloween don't exist in [[[TITLE ]]] anything, as subtle as a faint scent or as obvious as a place, his memories are still from another world. A mist, ethereal and pouring in, quickly enveloped the surrounding trees; even at midday the mist was more like smoke and thicker and than that of the campfire.
The surrounding area at first had seemed lively, Jasper hadn't seen any animals but since leaving the campsite the thought that something was just beyond his peripheral kept bothering him. Now, everything is subdued and accompanied by a profound silence. Other than his own breathing and strides, which had both become faster, Jasper moved silently; and carefully, acutely aware of the fog and it's curling tufts as it began to mingle with his legs.
In the darkness of the forest, the Bastian Staff began to grow brighter with Jaspers rising fear. Off to his left, the staff's light reflected off the sticky sap from a stump in the ground
The stump was perfect, pristine, cut impossibly level and at first touch felt cool and moist; as if recently chopped down. The area closest to the stump is untouched though; there's no evidence of anything being dragged from this place. Right next to the odd stump fresh grass grew and a few preposterous flowers were in bloom all around as well. "Absurd," Jasper thought, "Mysteriously growing indeed; there isn't enough light penetrating the forest canopy to permit this kind of growth."
Sleep had been filling jasper's eyes since he stopped running, overwhelming him with tearful sticky eyes. Carelessly afraid, nothing mattered. The rooty stump, inviting now, seemed to call Jasper's name from somewhere deep within the hollow. "It's got to be in my head" persuasion came easily and he sat, proped up on the root with his head leaned back looking up through the trees seeing random stars between the leaves. the blinking became hypnotic lulling him to sleep. But sleep never came. Laying there, completely relaxed he stayed in between being awake and asleep. conscious and yet unable to move arms or legs. The Bastian Staff lay right out of reach and other than rolling his head side to side there is nothing he can do. With what he could see through blurred vision, the fog moved as if alive.
The breathy coolness of the fog chilled to the core, moving rapidly around him. Fingers of mist came searching, crawling through the otherwise still air; long stems the mist guided by etherealy moving arms
The Bastian Staff.
left by the ancestors.
a museum curator, that works closley with old artifacts, restoring them to their true state.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
The Beginning of "Ancestors" Shades of Grey background.
There was a period when they ceased to live lives of adventure. A sad period, but that's not what this is about... this, is about looking down from the turrets of a flying castle, holding your breath after inhaling clouds to taste pure sweet candy water. Or playing hide and seek with faeries and wood nymphs, who offer fairy dust for the day in return for laughter.
This is the time where feasts in the deep of the ancient elven forest, right no top of where Alexandria, Egypt stands today, would last for weeks.
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Invitations given by most protected city, with the most prestigious of all cultures; gathered, living as an advanced and kind people. The City of Ancients.
Invitations sent out to all the most prestigious of all cultures and then to one family; chosen as the most deprived from the lowest of each city. The invitations were priceless and the punishments for taking an other's differed in each culture, all included a judge and jury, but none of the verdicts were ever pleasant. Rarely did this ever happened though, for all knew; only those with an invitation could survive walking through the "Sacrisolis Gate"
We
This is the time where feasts in the deep of the ancient elven forest, right no top of where Alexandria, Egypt stands today, would last for weeks.
(
Invitations given by most protected city, with the most prestigious of all cultures; gathered, living as an advanced and kind people. The City of Ancients.
Invitations sent out to all the most prestigious of all cultures and then to one family; chosen as the most deprived from the lowest of each city. The invitations were priceless and the punishments for taking an other's differed in each culture, all included a judge and jury, but none of the verdicts were ever pleasant. Rarely did this ever happened though, for all knew; only those with an invitation could survive walking through the "Sacrisolis Gate"
We
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Albion Spaces
Adventures in space. post end time dreams.
About a twenty something, well matured man. A Starsailor who grew up as royaly, but was shushed out of the kingdom for exhibiting homosexual tendancies at an early age of thirteen, before he was to be ushered in as the crown prince, the next heir to the throne. His declration was kept a secret and the family told their kingdom he had been kidnaped by pirates.
Mean while he grows up humble and lucky. the family he comes form are a line of royal wizards and the last line of royal wizards at that. When he was sent away his father sent out a small fleet of men and a mage master to raise him and teach him the ways of his people. while at home the king told his people that the fleet was looking for jasper and would not return until Jasper is found.
When no ammount of manly task and fighting or being a pirate changes how he feels about his love for a man, the mage master tells jasper he can never go home until the people would not accept him if he loved a man and him decided to rewrite his memories to please his father.when he does this somethig does wrong and jasper comes out with feelings of fear for anyrelationship with a man and denial of any love for a woman.
About a twenty something, well matured man. A Starsailor who grew up as royaly, but was shushed out of the kingdom for exhibiting homosexual tendancies at an early age of thirteen, before he was to be ushered in as the crown prince, the next heir to the throne. His declration was kept a secret and the family told their kingdom he had been kidnaped by pirates.
Mean while he grows up humble and lucky. the family he comes form are a line of royal wizards and the last line of royal wizards at that. When he was sent away his father sent out a small fleet of men and a mage master to raise him and teach him the ways of his people. while at home the king told his people that the fleet was looking for jasper and would not return until Jasper is found.
When no ammount of manly task and fighting or being a pirate changes how he feels about his love for a man, the mage master tells jasper he can never go home until the people would not accept him if he loved a man and him decided to rewrite his memories to please his father.when he does this somethig does wrong and jasper comes out with feelings of fear for anyrelationship with a man and denial of any love for a woman.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
shades Chp 2
"That was just weird," rubbing his head and flinging his feet to the ground jasper wanders off to the bathroom with a quick glance back at his alarm clock again, just in case. After a shower and some breakfast at home instead of the usual ambience at the coffe shop, the subway will be faster. "I guess dreaming about my incompetence makes me want to be better... Wow, just go to work. I'm sick of always being late and this just seems like a day where I would have wanted to try and do things right."
Outside the streets smelled like rain and motor oil. the sweetest outdoor smell you'll get living in the city.
The clerk at the subway entrance is in a daze. for how loud his outfit is you'd think he'd always be on his toes. The red Mohawk, ripped skinny jeans and a bright yellow trash tank, headphones so loud the song is obviously his favorite, the music can be heard from quite a distance. He's bobbing his head to my favorite song and I can't help but to smile. Kid's these days though; he barely even acknowledged that I was passing by. and based on first impressions, this kid's not going to be to worried about one person skipping fair. let alone have any knowledge of anyone doing so.
jasper always imagines that the subway cars are a row of bullets shooting by on a specific path but today there is no time for
The subway cars fill up fast in the morning. hating to be in large crowds jasper usually enters last and stands most of the way. There are 13 stops before getting off and by then a seat can usually be found right up front. Finding comfort in the reflection of the conductors door; being able to see what's all going on behind him brought a sense of relief in a busy subway car. plus he wouldn't feel compelled to ask every woman that passes by
Tunnel after tunnel of lights and platforms, fulls of paitently waiting people, waiting to be transported and dropped at the closest stop to their respected jobs. Jasper, has always loved being able to think that of himself, "respected," mostly due do his clothes he'd say. Growing up, he'd always dreamed of working somewhere that he had to dress in a suit and tie. There's just something classy about wearing a suit everyday.
as the train passes through the new york underground
empty subcar
keeps thinking he see his reflection trying to get his attention.
goes to work and back without any issues.
w
Outside the streets smelled like rain and motor oil. the sweetest outdoor smell you'll get living in the city.
The clerk at the subway entrance is in a daze. for how loud his outfit is you'd think he'd always be on his toes. The red Mohawk, ripped skinny jeans and a bright yellow trash tank, headphones so loud the song is obviously his favorite, the music can be heard from quite a distance. He's bobbing his head to my favorite song and I can't help but to smile. Kid's these days though; he barely even acknowledged that I was passing by. and based on first impressions, this kid's not going to be to worried about one person skipping fair. let alone have any knowledge of anyone doing so.
jasper always imagines that the subway cars are a row of bullets shooting by on a specific path but today there is no time for
The subway cars fill up fast in the morning. hating to be in large crowds jasper usually enters last and stands most of the way. There are 13 stops before getting off and by then a seat can usually be found right up front. Finding comfort in the reflection of the conductors door; being able to see what's all going on behind him brought a sense of relief in a busy subway car. plus he wouldn't feel compelled to ask every woman that passes by
Tunnel after tunnel of lights and platforms, fulls of paitently waiting people, waiting to be transported and dropped at the closest stop to their respected jobs. Jasper, has always loved being able to think that of himself, "respected," mostly due do his clothes he'd say. Growing up, he'd always dreamed of working somewhere that he had to dress in a suit and tie. There's just something classy about wearing a suit everyday.
as the train passes through the new york underground
empty subcar
keeps thinking he see his reflection trying to get his attention.
goes to work and back without any issues.
w
Thursday, April 14, 2011
thinking out loud
I painted yesterday, and the day before. I understand that sometimes it doesn't feel right and then nothing comes out. No picture in the final product to express what you were feeling. Because when you go to show what you feel you paint and paint until the colors run together; until nothing can be determined other than the color black. Your soul. Your thoughts. But then... how could you paint anything other? Oh, master of grey, the shining darkness. what music do they play for you? you live like a man whose been ruled by 'the faith' his entire life. Somewhat like me but I, I at least think out loud about not knowing what I have going on in and around. Proudly I freely live or at least try. And when that question arises about 'what to do' or 'what do you do?' Tell them, you live. A color a day. Absent a color a day.
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