Eternal Darkness

I...love....this! <3 I can't wait for this stuff to start!

I'm pretty sure I've got how the bidding works, but I was also under the impression you were taking donations as well say if someone didnt want to bid, is that a 'front-gate entry fee' kind of thing like the first bid is?

It's been a little while since I made an update, but not too much has happened. I finally plotted the travel route on the Eorzea map, image follows the text, and I've been dealing with my ever-awesome artist working on getting the cover art for this thing finished. As far as the writing aspect goes, its trucking along, to say the least. I've been spending some time looking at the beat-list (the order in which events happen) and rearranging them to better suit the type of brain melding I'm working to achieve. mua ha ha... *ahem* Anyway, that's about it. (I understand the travel time in Eorzea would be longer than depicted on the following map. There are, however, two things that speed up the travel: A) They're on Chocobo's, B) read to find out number 'B'. Thank you.)

Thanks, Popolink, I have decided to go with that title, lest something strike my fancy at the last minute. I've posted an excript from the story here: viewtopic.php?f=17&t=2381&p=29621#p29621 should anyone wish to read it. Let me know what's on your mind.

Discussion about this can me make here: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=2360 please keep this thread clean of replies. Thank you. Prelude She kicked and yelled, clawing at Mammonâs iron grip as he drug her by her hair through the dirt, her voice low and guttural and furious. Furious at the way she was being treated, furious at Mammon for, once again, overreacting to something she had done to protect his, and the whole of Nifelheimâs, interests and well being no matter how shady she had to go about doing it. Yes, she had betrayed Mammon, but she hadnât betrayed herself nor her people, family and friends. She did what she thought was necessary and she would do it again a hundred fold, should she have to. The wound in her side from where Hel had stabbed her with the poisoned blade burned so intensely that jumping into a fire would be a relief. It also prevented her from turning and gaining purchase with her feet to battle Mammonâs grip, but all she could to was protest in agony. She could feel the muscles in her head begin to give way and she cried out, water beginning to pool in her eyes. Mammon caught the cry of pain and gave her hair a harsh tug, pulling a chunk of the hair free from her burning scalp, the tearing sound echoed deftly through Divâs ears. A roaring sound, like heavy rapids before a waterfall, caught Divâs attention, stalling her cries and protests, stilling her body, her eyes widened with fear. He was taking her to the Vortex. âStop this, Mammon.â She protested, fear evident in her tone. He ignored her and continued on down the dirt path. Div tried to roll over to her left side but a tug from Mammon prevented her from doing so, sending her rolling the other way onto her wound. She cried a blood curdling scream as her side was drug along the path, dirt and rocks embedding themselves into the wound, the momentum opening up the wound further. She rolled onto her back again, blood flowing freely from the open stab wound, shock beginning to take over, she could feel herself cool as the blood left her face, her strength completely stolen away, spilling its bounty into the dirt. Mammon must have left her with a small scrap of her divinity, she thought, otherwise she would have passed into death by now not only from the loss of blood, but from the poison that coursed through her body that was designed to kill Gods. Her hands fell to her sides and she stared blankly off into the distance, fully realizing that this was her end, Mammon had finally reached his breaking point and was going to permanently solve the problem. Divâs eye lids grew heavy, wanting to close and rest, but could not as if held up by an invisible thread. Her body was dying, of that she was sure, but she could feel her soul trying to escape but the dark, evil grip of immortality tugged at it, keeping it in place so it could feel the full extent of death, and the experience that was soon to come. Div felt the earth beneath her stop moving as Mammon came to a halt, the roaring of the Vortex whipped about in a furious wind that curiously did not kick up any dust, he looked around a moment, studying the darkness before him that dropped to the purple spiral below with black tendons weaving their way in and out of the pool that was the Temporal Vortex. The muscles in his arm tightened, his grip on Divâs hair solidified even more, and with a grunted heave, he tossed her through the air towards the Vortex. She hit the ground hard, the wind stolen from her lungs, and slid on the ground, coming to a stop at the edge of the cliff. She coughed coarsely, clearing the dust from her lungs while trying to catch her breath as more dust was pulled in. She lay there in a fetal position for a few minutes, Mammon waiting for her to catch her breath as he slowly strode up to her. Her breathing coarse, but steady, as she peered up to the short, powerful God through dry, red eyes. She swallowed hard, her mouth and throat dry, and forced herself to her knees, her left arm resting across her stomach as her hand cradled the wound on her side. She looked defiantly at Mammon. âYou have crossed me for the last time, Div.â Mammonâs voice reamed with power as it echoed throughout the darkness around them, overpowering even the Vortexâs roar. âWhat you have done is a sin against Odin himself and is therefore rendered unforgivable.â âIâ¦â Divâs voice cracked and she had to force herself to swallow. âWhat I did I did for you, for Nifelheim.â Her voice was low, barely above a whisper, yet Mammon had no trouble hearing her. âI do not regret any of my actions nor will I apologize for them.â She coughed, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth, a small bit dribbled down the side of her mouth. She looked back up to the God. âOne thing, however, I do regret is that you cannot, will not, see past my actions to their true purpose. So blinded by rage you are that you cannot see what I have sacrificed for you, Mammon. I lost a mother, a father, a brother, even my one love for you and the sanctity of Nifelheim, to ensure Helâs demise and to protect our way of life.â She was shouting, tears running freely down the side of her face. She felt a warmth within her that gave her strength and she forced herself to stand on shaky legs. She stood to her full height, a head taller that Mammon himself, and stared down at him her hair whipping about in the wind, strands sticking to her dirtied face. âI will not back down from you and I will---â Mammon thrust the God hammer Mjollnir into Divâs gut, not giving her the chance to finish. There was a pulse of power, followed by a boom that sounded out in reverse and ending with a loud clap-like-thunder that sent Div flying out into the darkness, plummeting down towards the spiraling Vortex. Mammon watched her fall, her arms and legs flailing about like a cat that had been tossed to high in the air trying to find its feet. He watched as she was swallowed up by the massive whirlpool, disappearing into its center, never to be heard from or seen again. He huffed, a sudden jolt of sadness weighing down on his shoulders, then turned and walked away. He didnât look back.

I offered my services as a film student (as in if you wanted any video coverage of the event), or in any other way I can, via my super secret alter-ego persona Vareal. I have since stopped posting as vareal to avoid any more confusion, but if there's room I'd still be willing to help out.

Lol, thanks. I do try.

Ghetto speaker setup. CD deck stopped ejecting CD's and has no MP3 hook up. Solution found:

I'm sure I've seen the usagi helms in the wards, but I"m not sure if you can sell them? I've got two red ones. As far as social interaction and having a populated server, Roll Playing servers are a different breed from your typical game servers. Other servers are all about playing the game and being the best and, to some extent, competition against other Linkshell's. Roll playing servers are more of a divided yet drawn together group always seeking to make new friends. And most of of are friendly. There are some that bite... Meta Gods.

Well, you don't have to abandon your character. Seeing as the game is still free to play with no idea of when they'll start charging us, open up another character slot and make a new one on Besaid. Most of us juggle more than one character. I myself have three but I lost interest in the other two. It might be an avenue for you to explore while it's free, just to check out the community.

Of course, my pleasure. Should there be any other positions you need filled, let me know. I will be at the event so don't hesitate to ask beforehand or during.

Yeah, Besaid is the unofficial official Role Playing server. We have a back up server for when Besaid got full, which was the first month after launch. I think the back up, or roll over, server is Lindblum. I maybe wrong. So far I've only noticed one active member on the RPC who plays on that server.

I agree with everyone that posted on your thread! :3

I could probably be the money "collector". I can keep a calculator handy and add 'em up as they come, unless you have someone to do that already.

Thank you, and many welcomes to you as well. Are you going to be joining our community, or just passing through?

I don't think I'll be offering myself up for bid, but I will come to the event, probably sit in the back, engage in some sort of conversation. I will most likely make a donation though, rather than place bids.

I would really like to participate in this one, though I'll have to get back to you all later as for my role of involvment.

So, I still haven't officially named the story yet, but I did come up with one that I kind of like: Eternal's Darkness Without knowing anything that's going on with the story, tell me what you think, if it sounds good or not.

Offiial Sound track to this project: Untitled (I must be dreaming) ~ Evanescence Dead Memories ~ Slipknot Snuff ~ Slipknot World so Cold ~ Three Days Grace I'm sure there will be more eventually.

OK, so don't listen to me on that one. I got a little ahead of myself. It's taking more time than originally thought to complete this one, mainly because I keep rearranging the order of things.

I'm going to share with you a paragraph that I think, personally, is the funniest one so far. It might not be too funny on its own, but it'll get the basic gist across. It deals with Pimlin who is the funnest character I've had the pleasure of dealing with, he makes me laugh Paragraph: "They hit the table with a clatter, sounding like the ticking of a clock though much more rapidly as they bounced off the wood of the table and each other until coming to their final resting places. Dreyfus immediately leaned in close to them, holding his beard back from disturbing the pieces, and studied them. Pimlin raised his chin slightly, looking frantically between the bones and Dreyfus, his eyes wide. She had to resist the urge to laugh at the Lalafellâs expression as his tiny fingers slowly emerged on the tableâs edge."

I will direct your attention here: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=2360 I am looking to commission an artist.

Here's the chapter list (subject to change) so far. I'm still toying with the order and trying to think if I missed something. Chapters: (subject to change) The Lost The First Name The Quest and the Companion The Knowing The Fall The Truth The Darkness The End The Awakening So far the only two chapters that are 100% complete, as far as I can tell from an editors stand point, are The Lost and The First Name. Coinsidently, they are also the shortest chapters.

Nearly done combing through the second chapter. You woudln't believe how many times I spelled pimp while writing Pimlin's name. lol Good thing I catch myself in the act. *edit* ...boy that could be taken the wrong way, lol.

Just a spot of Dialogue: Lalafell - "Well lookey what we've got here, didn't think I'd ever see the likes 'O you 'round here." Miqo'te - "You know me?" Lalafell - "Well I should think so, you're quite popular in these parts." Miqo'te - "I'm not even sure where here is..." Lalafell - "Dun worry miss'y, It'll all come back to you in time! Tell me, what's your name?" Miqo'te - "I was kind of hoping you could tell me." Lalafell - "Hmmm... Don't remember eh? Well, despite your popularity neither do I. Nor do any of the folks here; what you need is an expert!" Miqo'te - "Expert?" Lalafell - "That's right, good ol'..." [he thinks for a second] "Ahh, good ol' Dreyfus. He'll be able to tell you who you are in a jiff, yes ma'am!" Miqo'te - "Who is he?" Lalafell - "Just some old hack that lives in the slums 'round here. But, no time for dilly-dallying! We best get a move on before it gets dark! I'm curious as to what your name is and Gods be damned if I'll be tinkering about it over supper." Miqo'te - "Uh, wait. What's your name?" Lalafell - "Me...?" [he thinks for a second] "Pimlin." Miqo'te - "Pimlin? What kind of name is that?" Pimlin - "Wouldn't know. You gave it to me. Now lets go!" ~end dialogue~