I know that the writing lags in places; this is to emphasize the monotony of their existence, but I understand that also becomes annoying to read. In such cases, feel free to skip over them, the important bits are always summed up in cutscenes before significant events. Being a work in progress, the style will fluctuate, so if it is hard to read in places, rest assured that it will improve, or at least change as you progress.
Happy reading, and Praise the Sun!
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
Saturday, January 28, 2017
Live on Patreon!
Dear readers,
Thank you for all your support, knowing that my words do not echo in the emptiness gives me unspeakable hope. From the darkest of days to those when sorrow is a thing of the past, impossible to dredge up for it shadow withers in the light, you have helped me. I ask not for immense donations, but for help spreading the word, showing others the power of words, and letting the names Aleorn and Or'do inspire others, as they have me.
https://patreon.com/AleorntheHeirofCinder
Thank you for all your support, knowing that my words do not echo in the emptiness gives me unspeakable hope. From the darkest of days to those when sorrow is a thing of the past, impossible to dredge up for it shadow withers in the light, you have helped me. I ask not for immense donations, but for help spreading the word, showing others the power of words, and letting the names Aleorn and Or'do inspire others, as they have me.
https://patreon.com/AleorntheHeirofCinder
Thursday, January 5, 2017
Battle Music
New posts are below this one. It reads like a PDF from top to bottom
Hyperlinked text in the posts (of which the most recent is located on the last, not first page to avoid accidental spoilers) indicates music that I listened to while writing. The pace of my work often reflects the music to which I listened, and at times the effect is enhanced when such music is played while reading. These links do however bear ads, which I ask that you tolerate, since this is the only way I am able to keep making posts.
Hyperlinked text in the posts (of which the most recent is located on the last, not first page to avoid accidental spoilers) indicates music that I listened to while writing. The pace of my work often reflects the music to which I listened, and at times the effect is enhanced when such music is played while reading. These links do however bear ads, which I ask that you tolerate, since this is the only way I am able to keep making posts.
Before you read
This blog reads like a PDF go to the LAST page for the most recent post.
1) Welcome to a new ad free version of Aleorn: Heir of Cinder; I have not removed the ads from battle music links, but in the future the links will not have ads attached. Videos will be monetized however; I encourage you to watch them as it helps me keep this experience ad free.
2) This blog reads like a PDF or book, meaning that the posts appear in order from top to bottom. Scroll down for the most recent post, for it is backdated to keep the pages ordered properly.
3) Hyperlinked words in the post link to the music I listen to whilst composing these posts; I find that listening again while reading lends greater emotion and power to the work. I apologize for advertising on them, but this is how I am able to keep making these.
4) While the story lags in some places, it is usually (when going over boss battles) to emphasize the monotony of their existence. You can of course skip boring posts if you so wish, you will miss nothing more than the camaraderie after a battle (which you could gain by reading the last bits of the post anyway)
5) Please do leave comments, it helps me know what to improve, and what to leave untouched.
1) Welcome to a new ad free version of Aleorn: Heir of Cinder; I have not removed the ads from battle music links, but in the future the links will not have ads attached. Videos will be monetized however; I encourage you to watch them as it helps me keep this experience ad free.
2) This blog reads like a PDF or book, meaning that the posts appear in order from top to bottom. Scroll down for the most recent post, for it is backdated to keep the pages ordered properly.
3) Hyperlinked words in the post link to the music I listen to whilst composing these posts; I find that listening again while reading lends greater emotion and power to the work. I apologize for advertising on them, but this is how I am able to keep making these.
4) While the story lags in some places, it is usually (when going over boss battles) to emphasize the monotony of their existence. You can of course skip boring posts if you so wish, you will miss nothing more than the camaraderie after a battle (which you could gain by reading the last bits of the post anyway)
5) Please do leave comments, it helps me know what to improve, and what to leave untouched.
Note
This blog is regularly updated, but the posts are not laid out by date of publication, but rather as you would find them in a book (i.e the most recent will actually be the lowest on the last page). All NEW posts are backdated so that they can appear without spoiling the ones before them.
This means, that the blog will not appear to be updated at all, since the top post will remain unchanged; however, if you scroll down, you will find the most recent post.
Please notice that there are new posts, just go to "older posts" and you shall find them.
This means, that the blog will not appear to be updated at all, since the top post will remain unchanged; however, if you scroll down, you will find the most recent post.
Please notice that there are new posts, just go to "older posts" and you shall find them.
Post 1
From mire I lurch, tendrils of foulness binding me like chains of wrought iron.This is neither the first world upon which my eyes of webbed coal have gazed, nor shall it be the last. By the flame in my breast, and the eternal call of a warmth I am forever denied, I am bound to serve. Yet by the hate that seethes through my ancient bones, I shall not long suffer these bonds. Too many have I slain, too many have I cast down from high perch, too many times have I myself perished in the name of a cause whose allure has long turned colder than the ash I detest.
An axe that dwarfs all save for its first wielder, the Dragonslayer Armour, rests heavy with promise upon my shoulder as I stumble onward, then settle into that familiar gait; my blazing eyes fixed on the bleak skies before me. This time, I promise myself, will be different.
An axe that dwarfs all save for its first wielder, the Dragonslayer Armour, rests heavy with promise upon my shoulder as I stumble onward, then settle into that familiar gait; my blazing eyes fixed on the bleak skies before me. This time, I promise myself, will be different.
Wednesday, December 14, 2016
Post 2
I woke nearly as swiftly as I had fallen, and rising with an air of weariness, I noted that Or'do had staggered to his feet. He stooped as if beneath a collar of iron, his seared flesh hanging limp and scorched around him.
"We cannot linger." He rasped, his voice thick with pain. "They know of us now."
"They?" I reached forward, yet he waved away my questing hand.
"I can stand well enough. They are whatever presence profits from this cycle, perhaps the Flame itself. Regardless, you must feel it, that sense of impending cataclysm. We must begone from this place before the chariots of chaos arrive, for whatever presence they bear is one we cannot contest."
"In that state, I doubt we can go far."
"We do not need to." He grimaced as Cinder flared within him, white flames curling from his bare chest, singing in hoarse, gleeful tones as it laid waste to the heart beneath. Trembling, his hand slashed the air, and a dark rift blazed to life before him. "Come, quickly!" Even as the words drifted past his lips, Or'do half shambled, half collapsed into the man sized gap, through which only perfect, unblemished darkness could be seen. Shaking my head, I glanced about one last time, certain that I would not see this realm again, then I followed my comrade through the gates of hell.
"We cannot linger." He rasped, his voice thick with pain. "They know of us now."
"They?" I reached forward, yet he waved away my questing hand.
"I can stand well enough. They are whatever presence profits from this cycle, perhaps the Flame itself. Regardless, you must feel it, that sense of impending cataclysm. We must begone from this place before the chariots of chaos arrive, for whatever presence they bear is one we cannot contest."
"In that state, I doubt we can go far."
"We do not need to." He grimaced as Cinder flared within him, white flames curling from his bare chest, singing in hoarse, gleeful tones as it laid waste to the heart beneath. Trembling, his hand slashed the air, and a dark rift blazed to life before him. "Come, quickly!" Even as the words drifted past his lips, Or'do half shambled, half collapsed into the man sized gap, through which only perfect, unblemished darkness could be seen. Shaking my head, I glanced about one last time, certain that I would not see this realm again, then I followed my comrade through the gates of hell.
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