Friday, December 15, 2017

Prologue and Episode 1: Dream into Reality (from Final draft)

Now that the release is near, I figure it's a good time to share a preview of what to expect in the finished product. I hope that by sharing the more polished prologue and first chapter, you may be drawn in to purchase the full book. If you are still uncertain, you can read through the earlier draft I posted earlier to get a feel for the plot.

Enjoy,
J. D. Nyle

Prologue

Long ago, there was an island somewhere in the Atlantic. On the island were two kingdoms: a good one and a bad one. These two kingdoms were at war a good deal of time and because of this, technology advanced leagues faster than in Europe.
In the good kingdom, there was a young boy of around fifteen with a mortal illness. He decided to give himself up to science to test a new theory that had arisen. The scientists had created a new technology that would make a mortal man into a great warrior. The youth had his arms and legs amputated, and they were fitted with mechanical replacements. The torso was equipped with a metallic armor that was made to fuse with the body to give life support, provide protection, and generate energy.
The operation was a success, and the concept actually made the youth potentially immortal as the armor was stronger than anything in the known world and capable of generating a barrier. The legs also provided boosters that permitted the youth to fly as well as run at great speeds. The arm could shift into a handless cannon that could fire destructive energy blasts. The youth was able to adapt to many environments and even use attacks based on the different elements. Flexibility was added, providing the skill to be able to do flips and other movements flawlessly. A sword of a great power and energy was granted to the test subject, and he could generate other weapons such as spears and explosives.
The young boy was given a helmet that attached to his head, allowing him to control these abilities with his thoughts. The researchers saw that the potential of this warrior and his abilities that were beyond man’s limits and gave him the name “Xagem.” The scientists rejoiced at the success their project produced. However, they decided it would be better if they could make the armor without needing to amputate and forever mutate a body, and so they began research on a wearable version.
Unfortunately, a fire emerged and destroyed most of the research and plans, and killed the main geniuses working on the project, leaving the remaining researchers close to square one. To make matters worse, there was a researcher with malicious intent. He somehow was able to produce most of the data and attach a black copy of the armor to himself, making himself almost equal of Xagem. The bad scientist then mass-produced his findings with the addition of hollow forms. These forms came in many shapes but there was nothing except the dark substance inside. The wicked scientist provided all of this to the evil kingdom, and the war ensued.
Xagem was a hero for the good kingdom; he was even more powerful than the treacherous researcher. Unfortunately, because of the mass-produced forms, the enemy had a greater number of troops and more power to spread. The youth saw that he could not protect everyone everywhere, and the good king was considering surrender.
However, Xagem realized that his harnessed energy could provide the scientists what they needed to produce more forms. He split his power and contained it in objects such as stones and cards. His elemental powers were segregated into eight clear hexagonal rocks that were distinguished by things such as a flame inside. These rocks were known as “elite stones.” His weapon abilities were harnessed into cards called “neocards.” The rest of his energy and powers was then used to provide the stimulus to make new forms based on his design. These forms were not as powerful as Xagem, but they were stronger than those in the opposing army, only fewer in number. Xagem also gave a vast amount of his power to the king, who already had great power. When the king’s power was mixed with Xagem’s, a strong energy was made that was able to eliminate the dark substance.
The evil scientist, seeing that his defeat was at hand, also decided to split his power into five orbs, and with them sources of the dark substance. He had them spread out to far distances so that his evil might spread and corrupt the rest of the world and thus defeat the good kingdom. The good king took his strongest warriors, and they fought a brave and long battle against the opposing kingdom. At one point, the evil scientist sneakily reached the king and was about to slay him, but the youth intervened. With the last of his energy, Xagem fought to the death and greatly weakened the evil warrior. The king, with the chance he had, used his powers to seal the evil warrior away, and the virtuous army won the battle. The king did what he could and sealed what was left of Xagem’s power so that it might be used again if ever needed to fight the evil scientist.
At least this is what was in the mind of young David.
In a time so close yet so distant, there was a junior in high school named David. He loved to play sports, especially soccer and tennis. It was winter and soccer season was in. The team so far had lost every game, and the student saw that the team just did not care. In school, the students broke the rules and took advantage of their privileges and thus lost them for everyone in the end. Now, some of us would look at it all and say that this was just small stuff. But the part that made it all hell for David was the death of his beloved grandfather. Since then, David’s world had been upside down, and any problem became a big deal.



Episode 1: Dream into Reality

As the sun rose one day, David was in his room playing around before school, living out a dream in his head. In this action, cannons were being fired amid a close combat duel.
“I shall destroy you, guardian.”
“No you won’t. As long as I have my friends, I will never give up! I won’t lose. Falcon’s blast!”
“Noooooooo.”
After such movements, David finally landed on his bed, gazing up as if he could see through the ceiling to envision the sky. He fell into reverie. “Man, how I wish Neostriker really existed. Then I could use that power for good and make a difference in this place. Or at least get away far from here. That would just be awesome. Then again, I hope it wouldn’t be as cliché as I just made it out to be.”
Such were the thoughts of the young David Reese Gallaback, a high school junior, a dreamer. With the sound of the bell, this dreamer went to classes for another miserable day. On the way, David encountered a big upperclassman abusing some freshmen and decided to intervene. Now this upperclassman was big in every aspect, especially around the waist. He and David always were at each other’s necks. Personally, David never hated the guy. He just couldn’t stand all the things he would do such as cheat or hide his books or make things difficult at soccer practice.
“Dude, l-leave them alone.”
“Why should I?” replied the bully. “In fact, why should I listen to a guy who cries in class when given a paper?”
“You know very well I wasn’t crying, just upset.”
“You cried, stutterer.”
“Whatever, Nero. By the way, why don’t you lose some weight, slowpoke?”
This comment struck a nerve in the round bully, who instantly threw a punch, but David easily evaded it. This benefit he was grateful for. He was much faster than his adversary, and so he ran off to class as he heard Nero yell the all-too-common threatening words, “You better watch your back, crybaby! I know where you sleep!”
Throughout the day, David encountered more and more troubles, and while a normal teen would just dismiss them eventually, they never seemed to disappear from David’s mind. And so how it remained for the rest of the year. One night, however, young Gallaback had a dream. In this particular dream, the junior envisioned an angel calling his name.
“David, David.”
“What is it?”
“The Divine Maker has heard your wish. He is willing to grant it to you for Neostriker to exist. Do you want that to happen?”
“Hah! This must be a dream or something. There is no such thing as a Divine Maker.”
“David, whether you believe in him is your choice. But either way, he has chosen to bless you with Neostriker. Do you wish this?”
“Of course,” the youth heartily responded. “It would definitely be better than this life.”
The angel smiled as if he knew the results of such a choice. “You shall see if you truly do think so. It shall be confined to the limits of California, and your wish shall be granted, but when the time comes, you will be given a choice concerning its fate, whether you are dead or alive.”
“What do you mean?” David asked, confused.
“You will know.” Those were the last words of the angel before he departed, and David awoke, shaking his head. Noting the time to be three in the morning, he simply concluded it was just a dream, as much as he hoped that it was true.
A few months later, summer vacation started, and David returned to his home in Kelinor. He could not really recall the past few months. It could have been that there was nothing worth remembering. Either way, as he entered his home, his sister was watching the news about a discovery in the Sahara that sparked his interest.
“This is an amazing find,” began the reporter on the TV. “An excavation here has struck archeological gold, artifacts from an ancient civilization. However, the one that has received the most attention is a scroll. On the scroll are paintings along with the text. And here to talk with us more on the subject is the professor leading the excavation, Professor Lokaf. Professor, tell us about the scroll.”
The camera moved to show a scraggy middle-aged man in an archeology outfit discussing something with a member of his party. After the reporter obtained his attention, he simply responded with a polite yes, but it was obvious from his face that he knew what the reporter was to ask him, as if they had practiced this many a time.
“What do you think about this find? Have you been able to translate the text on the scroll?”
“The scroll? Ah yes, the scroll. The scroll was most likely written in the Middle Ages, maybe the Dark Ages at that. The text itself I will want to look at more carefully to be sure. A great deal of the writing is missing because of age. What we have noticed, though, is that the text appears to be in some form of Latin. What we have been able to translate on the spot mentions an island presumably in the Atlantic.”
The reporter’s eyes glistened with excitement. “So this could very well be the mythical Atlantis?” she asked, seeking the professor’s confirmation.
“That is the popular theory at the moment. Anyway, there are a couple of interesting words here: ‘Nellenion’ and ‘Daelian.’ It appeared this island was subject to wars that lasted generations and these were the primary combatants. With what we have been able to gather, we can assume this scroll was written by a Nellenion, who perhaps fled to escape the war. Unfortunately, with most of the text eroded, we won’t be able to study it much more than we already have.”
“Professor, it is my understanding that these artifacts will be going on display in the near future.”
“Ah yes. The main sponsor of this excavation was Mr. Cower of the Cower’s Museum in Kelinor. As part of the deal, these artifacts will be on display there. After that, I believe it’ll be…”
David did not stay to hear what the professor had to say next. He went up to his room with his mind swirling. After closing his door and lying on his bed, the student began to ask himself about what was happening. “Nellenion? Daelian? Is this really happening? Those are the two kingdoms of Neostriker. Nellenion is the good kingdom, and Daelian is the enemy. Man, I need to get to that scroll and see if it’s true.”
Shortly after, his sister knocked and came in. “Was there something weird about that?”
“You have no idea, sis.”
“Well, it is interesting to think that this may be proof that something like Atlantis existed.”
“How about we go check it out?”
“I’m for it, but I don’t think it’ll be at the museum for at least a week.”
“All right, then I’m going to take a nap. It’s been a rough day.”
“Uh… sure. Talk to you later, then.”
With that, David’s sister left, and David’s mind continued to go wild over the whole affair. When the day finally approached, David had no hesitation in getting his family to the museum so that he might see if it was really what he thought it was. However, when they finally got to the exhibit, fighting their way to see the scroll, David’s eyes caught a glimpse of something else that interested him: a pretty teenage girl around his age with beautiful, long hair and a small fringe on the right side of her face. The teenage boy could not help but think about all of the possible scenarios to talk to her.
“Whoa! She’s pretty cute. Hmm. I wonder if I can take a picture with my phone? Then again, I’m probably never going to see her again, so why bother? Wait! If I go up to her and ask, then maybe I can get her number and then…But then what would I say when I got up to her? She probably would consider me a dope and leave. She probably already has a boyfriend—if not many—lined up.” With that thought racing through his head, the young boy let out a sigh.
However, the boy decided to at least try to snap a picture while pretending to really take it of the scroll. Nevertheless, just as he focused the camera, moving while doing so, he tripped over a cable. The phone flew into the scroll and dropped to the floor. If he hadn’t known before, David sure learned how fast security could move.
Embarrassed, David quickly retrieved his phone and raced to the bathroom to be alone. Inside, the splash of water was still not enough to relieve his embarrassment, and he proceeded to yell at his foolishness. “Great job, David! Now there is no chance at all to get to know her. She must definitely think me a dope. Argh! I didn’t even get a picture.” With that, he flipped open his phone and noticed something strange streaming down the screen—binary code. “Great” the clumsy teenager sarcastically thought. “Just another problem to add to my list—a broken phone. I wonder if Dad can fix this.” He then slapped himself saying, “I must be having some kind of nightmare.”
“I don’t think so,” said a voice from nowhere.
“Who’s there?” The startled junior looked around.
“Here, in your phone,” was the reply David got. When he checked, he saw the figure of a man. It was not an ordinary man, but a knight. He had on a green tunic, but chain mail could be seen beneath it. He had on a brown belt with matching boots and gloves. His hair was golden blond, and he possessed aquamarine eyes.
“The name is Zel. I am an asen, a Neostriker warrior.”
“Did you say a ‘Neostriker’?” inquired the seventeen-year-old.
“Yes, I did. Do you have a problem with that?”
“Uh, no…” replied David, but in his mind he added, “Maybe it’s a dream instead of a nightmare. Wait. I’d probably better not indicate that I know what a Neostriker is.” And so, he commented, “How should I know? I don’t know what a Neostriker is, even though it sounds kinda cool if not cliché.”
“A Neostriker,” said the mysterious figure, “is a warrior with great power, able to generate certain weapons at will and use them to fight. In the Neostriker realm there are two forces. There are those who use the power for good, the Nellenions, and those who use it for evil intent, the Daelians.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“I am in search of someone who can fight for the Nellenions.”
“Why, might I ask?”
“I am what you might call a highly advanced program, but my nature is spirit. I am not able to fight Daelians who materialize. However, I can serve as an operator and aid someone deemed worthy,” explained the asen.
“So me…” the boy realized. “Why me?”
“Because there is potential in you.”
“This is sounding suspicious.”
“It is certainly your call whether or not you accept this offer. The powers that come from this are great, from the ability to fly to withstanding projectiles.”
“Flying, eh? So all I need is to be willing to fight for the Nellenion kingdom? And they are the good guys, so why not?” decided the dreamer.
A smirk came across Zel’s face as he proceeded with this warning. “Heh. Take note that the tide of war is approaching. If you want though, the powers can be taken away from you anytime. So if you want to give up, just say so, or if you do evil with them then they will be taken away with no problem.”
“That’s fine. I’ll just have to be responsible.”
“Very well then. Your phone has been given a new program and thus made into a neot. This will permit you to transform into a great warrior. All you need to do is bring up the program, press the send button, and say ‘Neoformation.’” Just as he finished, though, Zel’s composure changed, as if he had sensed something. “You may be put to your first test right now. I think the Daelians are here. So transform and I’ll inform you with more details.”
David performed the required steps. He said, “Neoformation,” and the phone emitted a bright light that enveloped David. A dark-blue breastplate was put on and then heavily shaded gray arms, legs, and a helmet with a black visor. On the back, a blue jetpack attached. Then a dark-brown cloak wrapped around the neck. All of this in the frame of two seconds.
“Wow. Is this really happening?” said the excited teenager. Just then, though, a thought came up and he asked Zel, “Wait! What about the cameras?” to which the asen replied simply, “Who puts cameras in the restroom? Perverts? That’s just plain wrong.”
“That’s true…. Then I guess I don’t have to worry,” the boy replied, though growing curious about the way Zel spoke.
“I can also disable cameras for a temporary time. Anyway, this form has been made custom for you.”
“Form?”
“Neostriker armor made for humans. Its name is—”
Neocyx,” blurted the excited boy, forgetting about his situation and only to remember it when Zel asked, “How did you know?” Thinking fast, David said, “Since it was made for me, I should be able to give it a name.”
Zel shrugged off this answer and merely continued saying that in forms, David was to be known as Neocyx the shadow fox, which David liked. After this, Zel ordered, “Now, go! The Daelians are here. I’ll instruct you on how to use this form.”
“But it wouldn’t it seem strange for people to hear your voice from me?” asked the new warrior.
“Only you can hear me in forms. Also, if you think to me instead of talking, you can keep it so other people won’t hear you. That way, the conversation is private. Got it?”
“Yeah,.” the teen responded as he sprinted through the museum toward the scroll display. Along the way, Zel informed David that forms allowed him to move in ways he wouldn’t have been able to before. All that was needed was to think of what he wanted. If he had it, it would come or be done, with limits, of course. This included flight for about five seconds, but Zel also told David that as he grew more powerful, he would be able to fly longer. Meanwhile, at the exhibit, three purple-armored “men” had broken in.
“All right. Stay calm and nobody gets hurt. All we want is the scroll,” said a Daelian soldier.
“You’re robbing the museum? Who are you? A new gang?” said David’s father. He was always quick to voice his opinion whenever he felt he was on the right side.
“We are Neostrikers. And this pertains to us. Any more questions?”
Not taking the hint, David’s father continued. “I don’t know who you are, but you are probably just some poor kids. Just stop this nonsense and—”
“You’re trying my patience, old man. Die! Neo-sword!”
At that instant, the Daelian’s hand transformed into an energy blade, and it dashed toward Mr. Gallaback. Just as he was about to swing, however, Neocyx jumped in the way with blades of his own and pushed the robber back.
“Sorry, but you aren’t doing anything here. You’re not taking the scroll, and you are especially not going to kill anyone!”
“Who are you?”
“Neocyx’s the name, and it will be the last thing you remember.”
Neocyx charged the Daelian and slashed him up, causing the robber to vanish in a puff of purple smoke. Zel would later reveal this process to be called “neofication,” in which the forms were said to be neofied. Then the other Daelians attacked Neocyx, but he jumped in the air and escaped the onslaught. After that, with the words “neo-gun,” one of his swords became a hand-cannon and the shadow fox used it to fire at the Daelians.
Zel rebuked David, “Be careful! You might hit someone!”
“You’re right. Let’s limit ourselves to sword combat at the moment,” said the shamed youth. He was risking the people he was trying to defend.
Neocyx switched back to dual blades and took out the Daelians while only taking a few hits himself. Just as he finished, though, the glass roof broke, and the shadow fox just barely escaped. However, the blazing blast that followed found its target. From the roof, an anthropomorphic dragon-like figure with tough red-and-orange armor, wings on his back, and a head with two horns sticking out the back, descended.
“Neocyx, eh?” said the dragon form. “That’s interesting. I am Drafom, a sergeant in the Daelian army. I believe you could rise through the ranks if you joined us.”
“Sorry, but I think I will decline at the moment,” replied the young hero in a rebellious tone.
The Daelian sergeant laughed. “Ha! You certainly have some spunk in you. However, I will now take the scroll.”
“I won’t let you!”
“Do you have a choice?” he asked while preparing a blast. “I only need to target these fools that didn’t escape when they had the chance.”
Realizing the situation and how helpless he was, Neocyx stood down. Drafom grabbed the scroll and laughed, “Now that I have this, I see no reason in keeping you alive.”
Neocyx responded quickly and brought out his neo-gun again, aiming at the Daelian and saying, “You don’t? How about I destroy that scroll with a blast? I’m sure your boss would be fine with that seeing that he sent you to retrieve it.”
The Daelian lowered his hand, thought for a second and replied, “Hmmm. You are a bit clever after all. Very well then. You can live now, but I will certainly crush you next time you oppose me.”
With that, the dragon form escaped. Heeding Zel’s advice, David scrambled out and used de-formation when he finally reached solitude. At that moment, Zel informed him that the forms he fought were “hollow forms” created by the Dark Power and they were not as powerful as those with a human host. As a result, when defeated, they vanished. He also explained how those with a human host acted a little different. In that case, neofication just forced the process of de-formation.

Returning to the exhibit, David’s father explained what just happened and how glad he was that David had just missed it due to his mishap. He even went further, saying, to the dismay of his son, that it must have been a divine intervention. From there they went home, and along the way, David contemplated his impending future as a Neostriker.

Thursday, November 9, 2017

November 2017 update

I got my proof in the mail the other day and have been looking over it. It's really interesting to finally have a copy of the book in your hands. I've also found that when it comes to reviewing it, this is very important. By not having the computer screen, it makes it easier to read. In addition, I can judge the actual size of the book and font.


Here are my impressions so far:

The cover looks fairly good. I was a bit worried about how the colors would turn out but it turned out fine. Likewise, I was given a warning about the resolution of the photo, but it also turned out fine. So if I don't get a good cover art by my deadline, then this will likely be the final design for the first edition. My main complaint, though this is the nature of paperbacks, is that the cover doesn't close after opening it a few times. There isn't much that can be done about that, but it does make me consider pursuing a hardcover edition sometime in the future

My theory about the book being easier to read in print has been vindicated. In addition to making things easier to read, it made it easier for me to catch mistakes, both grammatical errors and plotholes. Due to the extensive editing beforehand, I found that things that used to make sense no longer did so I added more content to help bridge the gaps.

Update on cover art:

The artist has sent me a few drafts. They looked pretty good, but I think they didn't work well with the book so he is working on another one. However, each draft gets better so I have faith he can do a good job.

That's all I have for now. So far I still hope to release by December 1st.

J. D. Nyle

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Timeline update

First off, about Twitter:

I did just create a twitter account to help promote Neostriker. I don't really have any plans to use it much more than the facebook page, but I figure it is easier to do some promotions and make some contacts. Don't hesitate to follow at @JDNyle

Second, Publication Plan:

I'm going to order a proof for Neostriker: Shining. A proof is sort of like a pre-published copy. This is so I can see how the book appears in physical form. If this goes well, then I'll technically be ready for publication.

There are still two things that I do need to figure out before publication. First is which copyright date to put on the book. I'm trying to get a hold of the copyright office to take care of that. Second is trademark. I want to make sure no one can prevent me from using the Neostriker brand later on, but I also don't want my identity to be public information. So I'm trying to contact the US Patent and Trademark office about what my options are.

As for cover art, I gave my artist a timeline. He thinks he can make it. I did a cover draft using the trial piece he gave me and I think it worked. So I have hope that whatever he makes will work. If he cannot produce anything good, I have a backup plan to use a photograph. I was originally thinking about using something else, but when I found the photo, I figured that it actually was fairly appropriate. I'll see how it looks when the proof arrives.

Expected release date is now December 1st, 2017! Yay! I hope for everything to go well so that I can make this date.

Pricing: $12.

I tried for $10 but the publisher wouldn't let me. Apparently this is because I want to have the book available for libraries and schools as well. However, maybe I can still get it to $10 for the kindle version. I'll have to wait until I'm closer to actually publishing before I find out.

The book itself is estimated at 284 pages. Over 20 pages is new content (1 tiny, bonus "episode" and 2 appendices). It has also been edited and reviewed by a professional so it should be higher quality than the draft posted on this blog (to be fair, it was only 1 session so don't get your hopes up too high). I hope you will all buy a copy, enjoy it, and tell your friends. I'm so excited that it's almost time. I can't wait to finally hold a copy in my hands.

Dream on,
J. D. Nyle

P. S. about the game thing I mentioned before. I bought a course about how to create a games. It's over 48 hours of material so I'm not sure how long it will take me to actually go through it. I will definitely need the support of my wife before starting this project.

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

October 2017 update

Something I realized is that it is not too important to have cover art. I wanted the cover art to help sell the book, but this has resulted in waiting for well over a year with no one providing even a draft for me to view. As a result, I'm thinking I will just publish the book without art. If I can get good art, then I can republish later, but the main purpose of the book is so that it's easier to read and so that the physical book exists. Whether it has art or not, I'll be extremely happy to be finally holding one.

In the other areas, I'm contemplating shifting focus for a short time. Something I've always wanted to do, and the reason why Neostriker exists in the first place, is to make a video game. Since I do not have all of the various skills and resources, I keep putting it off. I tried to make a demo in Unity last year, but had trouble getting the turn based system to work. However, my head started swarming with ideas again and I figure that I can do some faux coding where I plan out the classes, gameplay, and progression. That way when I find an engine, I can more quickly write the code. Of course now I just need to find the time.

J. D. Nyle

Saturday, September 2, 2017

September 2017 update

I don't have much to update with on this month. I contacted my artist and he was having some housing issues and so hasn't been working on my art request. I myself have been taking care of housing needs as well and will continue to do so for a while. On the bright side, I now have a new furniture arrangement which allows me to write more often as the desk is no longer in the living room. Hopefully that means I will be able to make more progress besides taking notes.

One fun fact about the latest legend on stopping a riot is that it was written using a phone while I was riding a train. I wanted to see if it was possible for me to write the next novel using that method because I had little chance to use my PC. However, while I can plan some things, the virtual keyboard really isn't conducive toward writing a story. Fighting with autocomplete and "autocorrect" is a very tedious task and I'll more likely miss more errors if I tried to write that way. At least by using my keyboard, the mistakes I make are my own as opposed to the virtual keyboard trying to "correct" for me or not getting the right input.

Last month, I shared my pick for Neostriker's mascot. The little fox known as lumecyx was not always about light. However, the idea to integrate light did come a couple years after I originally wrote Shining. The inspiration for this characteristic was a video I saw on Youtube by All Radio India called Rippled. I don't know how I found the video, but I do recall being impressed and I wanted to integrate it. The influence you can see is in one scene in Episode 20 when he distracts the enemy with a ball of light. I will share the video below. Enjoy!
J. D. Nyle

Monday, July 31, 2017

Neostriker's Mascot and Logo

There is not much to update on this month in terms of book progress as I am still waiting for the final draft of the book cover art. However, one thing I have realized is the importance of having a mascot. When I thought about what I would like my mascot to be, I was tempted to pick Sunflare, the legendary bird. However, when it comes down to simplicity of drawing, as well as what I like to draw a lot, I decided the fox was the best candidate. When I reflected more, it became even more evident that the fox was my favorite.

There were two parallel paths to developing Neostriker that eventually converged. One was the Legend of Zelda and Mega Man hybrid while the other was Digimon and Pokemon clone. In the second path, the first non-Digimon and non-Pokemon creature I can recall making was a fox based off a stuffed animal I received somewhere. In fact, that fox still sits upon my desk as it was one of my favorite toys and I look at it almost every day. Coincidentally in Shining, the first "real" creature you encounter is the fox.

Here is a quick drawing of the fox mascot, Lumecyx.

The shape outline is also important because I made it roughly to be the design I had for the logo long ago, but I thought if I drew the fox in the shape, it would look more appealing.


As for the design, it was a simple thing that I thought looked pretty. Occasionally I thought of it like an ocean wave. This made it nice to integrate with the general sun crest which I figured would be the Nellenion crest

That's all I have for this month. Hopefully the cover art will be completed in time for the next update.

J. D. Nyle

Saturday, July 1, 2017

Legend: Stopping a Mob

It has been a while since I shared a story. That is partially because I haven't been able to write much lately. However, I recently had an idea and so wrote up a quick draft of a legend to further build up the character of the prince. At some point I hope to return and elaborate on it, but I hope you enjoy the current draft.

J. D. Nyle

Legends: How the Prince Stopped a Mob

Long ago, there was a certain foreigner who took residence inn the castle town. He was a good man and a skilled blacksmith. His shop was fairly successful due to the high quality set at decent prices. However, one man of similar trade became envious of this success and so began to incite people against him. Soon enough, he gathered enough people with prejudice into a mob and they began matching towards the Foreigner's shop.

When they arrived, the foreigner was nowhere to be seen. The mob was about ready to destroy the shop when a man came running. He said, "He's not here! Follow me!"

The mob followed the man to a house. One of the mob, realizing it was the house of another member called out, "What is he doing in your house?! Hand him over to us or we will burn it down!" The accused answered, "I don't know. He's not there under my protection. That's for sure."
"You're lying, aren't you?! I've seen you by his shop before. Admit it! You're protecting him!"
"I'm not. I'll go grab him myself if he's there!"
Just then, another man came running and calling out, "He's not here anymore! Follow me!"
The mob followed the man, but the accused quietly dropped out of the mob. As the mob moved further away, he heard a voice say, "Scary, wasn't it? The mob attacking an innocent man?"
The man turned and saw the Prince.
The Prince continued, "A flame it's a very useful thing, but let it grow uncontrollably and it will only lead to destruction rather than progress. Just like the irrational mob. In this case and quite often, the target is a good and innocent man. And if it were not for another man, you too.
The man behind this mob is merely envious of the success. It's a shame he didn't use his charisma for good instead."
"Won't you do anything to stop this madness?"
"In due time"
The mob continued to follow the man to another house where a similar breakout occurred. Then another man came and left them to another place. This process continued for some time and members of the mob snuck away either due to exhaustion or internal strife and then the Prince would talk with them is like the first. Eventually the group found the man they were after. The leader of the mob step forth and said, "We finally found you. We don't want your kind in this town. Time to teach you a lesson you'll never forget. Let's get him!"
Just then, the Prince stepped in between and said, "That's far enough. We already know the true purpose of this mob is to remove competition for you."
"What are you talking about? We're here to protect our town. If the king won't, then we will! Let's go, men!"
No one moved to the leader's surprise. The Prince responded, "The Court's investigation had already found this man to be perfectly innocent and good but you to be the real perpetrator because of your envy of this man's success in your trade. Now let me ask you something. What happens to the leader of a mob when the mob no longer exists?"
The mob leader looked around and realized what had happened. "Knights!" He exclaimed. "You replaced my men with knights!"
"Exactly. And now you are under arrest for inciting the mob against the innocent."
And that is how the prince stopped a mob.