emburmak
12-10-2007, 10:24 PM
I will dearly like to have Beta readers or writers looking to have their work critted while offering the same service I am in the process of finishing my first fantasy novel and feel I need a writing buddy/beta reader to have a second feel and improve my piece. Regards EN
Synopsis: When Regnants Dance
After centuries of peace, the Imperium stands alone, faced by an emerging foe to the north, rebellious provinces to the southwest and an old enemy to the east. In the background, the deposed Tyrant pulls the strings seeking not just revenge but annihilation.
With the All-Ruler absent, the Forum is defiant. Hobbled by political infighting, its military in shambles, its magic on the wane, the empire is doomed. Or is it?
Things are never what they seem on Eld. In the midst of ignorance and avarice, some work for the preservation of what they hold dear.
Meanwhile, above and below, the Aspects and their Pantheons battle through their pawns. As new powers rise, old powers refuse to submerge. But it is the deeds of their surrogates, immortals and mortals alike, which may tip the conflict one way or the other.
For most mortals, all these go above their heads: Tracker Burmak, all he wants is freedom. Senisa, the assassin wants a different life. Dubane, her former tutor, the next upturned frock will do nicely. To Amara, an elite, all that matters is ruling her city. Quadira of the Inspectorate sees truth and success as mutually exclusive. Narcodon Gath wants to emulate his Mentor or so he says. Calliphas, oblique as he is verbose, never says exactly what he wants. In a magical world of devious foes, hidden conspiracies, and old scores, the demarcation between heroes and villains can be a line or a gorge.
Synopsis: When Regnants Dance
After centuries of peace, the Imperium stands alone, faced by an emerging foe to the north, rebellious provinces to the southwest and an old enemy to the east. In the background, the deposed Tyrant pulls the strings seeking not just revenge but annihilation.
With the All-Ruler absent, the Forum is defiant. Hobbled by political infighting, its military in shambles, its magic on the wane, the empire is doomed. Or is it?
Things are never what they seem on Eld. In the midst of ignorance and avarice, some work for the preservation of what they hold dear.
Meanwhile, above and below, the Aspects and their Pantheons battle through their pawns. As new powers rise, old powers refuse to submerge. But it is the deeds of their surrogates, immortals and mortals alike, which may tip the conflict one way or the other.
For most mortals, all these go above their heads: Tracker Burmak, all he wants is freedom. Senisa, the assassin wants a different life. Dubane, her former tutor, the next upturned frock will do nicely. To Amara, an elite, all that matters is ruling her city. Quadira of the Inspectorate sees truth and success as mutually exclusive. Narcodon Gath wants to emulate his Mentor or so he says. Calliphas, oblique as he is verbose, never says exactly what he wants. In a magical world of devious foes, hidden conspiracies, and old scores, the demarcation between heroes and villains can be a line or a gorge.