Random Quote from the Shattered Lands

"What is life when your are not truly alive, and you cannot truly die. I need not breath, eat, or sleep. All that I once knew is gone , and the memories of my home are quickly fading like melting snow. My beloved is gone, my children gone, and I find myself in a strange body and in a hostile alien world. All I can do is to continue on and try hopelessly to cling to the few remaining memories I have left" by Ardus formally of Earth

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

intro snippet

Intro: As you stare into the pitch black darkness of the room, a small light starts to illuminate a small shard of crystal that spins and hums through the air. The light eminating from the crystal is just enough light to illuminate the strange hands of an oracle siting behind the crystal shard. The hands gnarled from what appears to be old age bear heavy rings of various metals and multicolored jewels. They are strange in appearance looking very similar to that of a birds feet. They are a deep yellow, bordering on brown and seem to crack as they slowly lift and weave around the crystal. As the hands lift and move you see that around what could be considered a wrist, there are many feathers brown at the base and then graying at the tips. As you look up from the hands, you now see large luminous eyes staring back at you. They previously must have been covered by some sort of cowl as you could reason you would not have missed them previously. They glow with a pearl white color and illuminate a little more of the strange oracle. You can barely make out what seems to be small feathers on the face and a beak like mouth covered in strange runes.

Before you could examine the figure fully and in more detail, a voice breaks the silence of the room. "Welcome Outsider, no doubt you have many questions about where you are and what you are." This statement is rather redundant as since you awoke from a strange chamber in a form not your own, you have had many questions, but few answers have been given until now. As you pondered this, the voice in the darkness spoke again, "I must apologize for your presence here, please keep in mind that we mean you no harm, and that what we have done, we have done out of desperation." You try to speak, demand answers, but you find that you cannot speak as your body does not respond to your mental commands. The voice continues as if recognizing your plight, "You may find your new form to be unresponsive at first, this is only natural as you no longer reside in your old physical form, no doubt you have atleast notice that by now." You can only nod in agreement. "I believe the best way for you to understand your current situation is to reveal to you a bit of our past."

Before you the crystal shard spins violently and arcs of energy flow from the oracles hands into the shard. So bright is the shard now you squint your eyes, so fast is its spin is that it takes on the shape of a glowing sphere. "Behold our history and our doom," The voice states in a tone now filled with power and a hint of sadness. Slowly, then at increasing speeds, visions fill the glowing sphere of light. You see a world very similar to earth, but with many distinctions that make it clear that it is not earth. As the voice continues to speak, you see a world full of fantastically strange creatures and civilizations. You see magic and technology blended in a form completely unimaginable on earth and you are astonished and at complete disbelief. Suddenly though, the visions change to that of death and destruction. You see the planet starting to tear itself apart and a huge cataclysmic explosion. You see countless thousands of creatures struck by a stange affliction where they are alive, but possess no mental faculties. You see the remaining peoples of the planet putting these bodies into what appear to be stasis chambers. You realize that this is the same chamber you awoke from. As the voice continues, you come to the horrific reality that you are no longer on earth, this is no dream, and you are no longer human.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Project Cancelled

Unfortunately, the project in its current form has been canceled. There are many reasons for this including the mmokit is about a year from completion, which I had not anticipated in my original project plans. Also, after months of trying to work with Torque, I find that the documentation is far too sparse and contradictory this leads to an extreme amount of time wasted searching forums and TDN. So from this point onward I am building my project as a portfolio piece and not necessarily as a game. This will satisfy my short term goal in getting a full time job and my long term goals dependent on if Garage Games ever gets serious about documenting their engine.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Brutor Concept

Here is another Brutor Concept

Shardyn Concept

Here is concept are for a Shadow Guard. They are the elite guards of the Shardyn.

Monday, April 16, 2007

New Yinara Concept



This is a new Yinara concept, the individual weapons are Ice Blades typical of high skilled warriors.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Message Boards for Project Unlife Created

I have set up message boards for Project Unlife at:
http://projectunlife.proboards61.com/index.cgi

Friday, April 13, 2007

Story Snippet

Excerpts from The Battle of the Burning Fields:

All around the gathered tribes, the lush green grass began wilt and to burn in green flames. The earth quaked and groaned as it seized and was rent by the chaotic energies flowing into the Ley. Before the gathered host of the Carahar, the Wanderer strode forth amidst the swirling columns or green fire as they erupted from the earth and sky. The Wanderer spoke into the Carahars' minds whispering of the coming battle and they readied their weapons with muscles taunt and and minds focused and pure . As if on queue hundreds of black portals ripped the air and black rolling corrupting energy vomited upon the earth transforming everything it touched to blackest obsidian and porous lava rock. The earth spasmed in its death throws as the putrid energy from the numerous portals slammed down upon and then into the earth. Tremendous chunks of charred and blackened earth rose perilously into the sky.

As one, the hordes of chaos poured fourth in great swarms down upon the doomed planet of Xeladria. Behind the gathering hordes of chaos a colossal figure emerged its leathery black skin writhed and pulsed sporadically as it twisted about its form. Countless horns protruded the length of its frame and it bore four tremendous sinewy arms, two the shape of common hands which bore weapons of fantastically terrible design. The other hands were shaped into gigantic scythes which pulsed a wicked green. Its face was the strangest part of this titan however, where one would expect a face of hideous design full of gnashing teeth, glaring countless eyes, and a hideousness distortion or mockery of life, it bore a face of pristine precision and crafting, a face of beauty. It was the avatar of chaos and with a silent wave of one of its mighty hand the Battle of the Burning Fields had begun.