Wizards/Sorcerers/Mages/Spellcasters... Screw you.

As a frequent player of games, I have become accustomed to certain character archtypes. For those who read my blog I'm going to do a quick plug in for this site:

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To get back from my tangent, when I play video games, notably ones where you can be classes, they tend to be along the same type of classes: You have your warrior/strength dude, your rogue/stealthy skilled dude, and your wizard/spellcaster dude. Now I am glad they give me choices. I like choices. You need choices in game. Who wants their character in an RPG like D&D or some other game to be the same as everyone else's (this excludes Eastern RPGs such as Final Fantasy). You want to make your character yours. It is gonna be a reflection of your personality. You can have your character wield a big huge axe or a tiny sword which you skewer baddies with, or you can have a staff and shoot lightening.
I typically play a more warrior based character. I like to balance out my defense and my offensive. Two handed weapons tend to optimize too much the offensive and I worry. I instead try to get a weapon that is strong yet one handed, so I can use a shield. I like shields. I don't like a bulky meathead looking guy. I prefer someone who is closer to me.
Wizards, however, I never play. The idea of magic I have never been to keen on. First issue is you are squishy. A single poke from a twig can break your bones. Second, I always felt like magic users were big on the "Ha! look at how many I took out! I must be more important than you." I don't like standing back and throwing lightening bolts at people. Seems a bit unfair to me.

Now, if I offend anyone with this rant, boo fucking hoo. I don't care.I don't like wizards. I don't like sorcerers. I don't like mages. Harry Potter can go play with his wand for all I care. When I play a character, its not gonna be a muscle head but  it sure as isn't going to be an old man with a bad back and a orthopedic hip with a wand.

Dragon Age (amended)

As of now, I have a copy of Dragon Age: Origins coming, all thanks to my wonderful amazing fiancee :D

Dragon Age

Taking a brief sabbatical from my story writing, I'm going to write about some other random things. One is the next game I'm excited for.



I've played the game before and really enjoyed the plot. Bioware does a great job on all their games; this one being now exceptions. The previous time I played it I had rented it. I'm pretty excited. Right now I'm using it as motivation to get through and finish school. I think it reminds me of D&D which always makes me excited.

Right now I'm working on several super cool awesome things for school. My portfolio and several units. The portfolio is pretty intense. The units are nice because they are both the same unit except focusing on different things. I've heard it said that the best way to learn is to teach, which is remarkably true. I really feel like I understand so much more about federalism now after making a whole unit about it. I'm pretty set on finishing all my homework in time. Pretty sure about getting As too.

Music wise I think I'm just in a rut. Not that its bad. I think I've just kinda plateaued with my tastes. I've been listening to mostly the same things for a while. Its hard to get on my computer one to change my iPod cause my computer is broken. Lame. I know.

Emmy got me a super awesome comic book. I just want to share it with you all. She's pretty much the coolest girl ever. I love her :D

Part 3 of story, "Hero of Time"

After over a month on the sea, the ship neared the port in Hyrule. Link stood at the deck of the ship gazing toward the shoreline. The crew nervously worked around, avoiding glancing at the far off land. One old grizzled man stopped mopping the deck to look nervously at Link.
"You want to go back to Hyrule?"
Link looked at the man, "Its my home. I haven't been there for over ten years."
"Oh well, you'll find out soon enough."
"What do you mean by that."
The old man turned back to his dirty mop and resumed his task. Link stared at the ever approaching coastline, wondering what the old man had meant. Link brushed the thought aside and went into the inside of the old ship. The ship rocked back and forth in the waves as Link descended into the rotten, moldy interior. Link was the only passager on the boat left. They all had got off before the ship proceeded to Hyrule. It was poorly lit in the lower decks, Link made do with his lantren. The floor in the ship has soaked and slippery from the water that slowly made its way into it. Link walked past the crew quarters and towards the bottom of the ship where all his possessions where kept for the journey.
Link stepped into the cargo hold with the stench of rot filling the air. He had long since become acustom to terrible smells. Continuing past all the crates and barrels containing various foods and goods, he came to his make shift bed in the back. As he rolled his bedroll up water began to leaked from the inside and his bag was in foot deep water from the previous night's storm. He finished packing as he grimiaced each time water was found somewhere it shouldn't be. After quickly packing his belongs together and straping everything to his back, Link trudged back up the same slippery stairs.
Back on the deck, the port was now clearly visible. A smile grew on his face as thoughts of what he will do back in his homeland. He saw himself getting a new horse at Lon Lon Ranch and riding to see his old friends. Returning the master sword to the temple of time. Link smile grew large at the next thought. Giving back the Ocarina.
"I'll finally be able to just enjoy my time. No more worrying about going back changing things. My time will be my own."
A loud shout from a crew member brought him out of his trance.
"What are they yelling about? They didn't do anything like this at any other stops."
Link focused on the sight of the port. It was there but no one was waiting for them at the dock. many of the building had blacken roofs and missing walls. Rumble and other debris filled the street. The old grizzled man said, "I had heard Hyrule was just getting back to normal when something terrible happened. I hope you find what you are looking for son. We are about to set anchor and I'll be taking you ashore. You have all your belongings?
Link felt a knot in his throat and his heart ached. He wondered what could cause this trouble. Ganon? No he thought. Link knew that he was defeated. He made sure of it. There was no way that monster could return. Link shook the thoughts from his head. His eyes narrowed as he stepped onto the same boat taking him to shore. The old man sat in front of him, reading the oars. The boat smacked the water as it landed, the water splashing and landing in the boat. As the old man began to row, the water lapped and hit the boat. Gulls circled around, diving to catch some fish in the water. The air chilled Link as the water splash and soaked his clothes. The old man just stared intently at Link with his one good eye. After several minutes of just the sound of the water and the gulls, the old man spoke up.
"Last time our ship was here, the port was busy and alive. Something must have happened in the past six months that caused the port to be disserted. I really hope you find those you are looking for. The boat won't be back for another eight months."
Link looked at him but didn't respond. His mind was racing. He tried to think of every possible scenario of things that could cause this devastation
"I remember this port when I left ten years ago. It was alive. It wasn't destroyed when Ganon.first rose to power."
The old man continued, "We don't come to Hyrule that often. I was here about ten or so years ago. It was a miserable place. Just taken over by some guy. Really foul character. I wish I could remember his name. Ganor? Gondor? Ga-"
"Ganondorf" Link said his jaw clenched and hands balled into fists.
"Oh. Yeah. Well this nasty looking character took over Hyrule. Some young feller came along 7 years afterwards and beat him but then left."
The boat pulled up next to the pier as the water splashed all around it. It was completely disertted. Crates and barrels were shattered where they had been. Link tossed his pack over the side and stepped onto the worn wood. The old man looked once at him and said, "Good luck son." and began to row back to the ship.
Link stood on the pier facing the port city. The wind came in from the sea blowing a chill that ran up Link's spine. He became aware that there were no gulls or other animals around the docks. Nothing was here. Quickly picking up his possessions, he walked into the city from the pier.He strapped the Master Sword to his back and hung the Hyrule shield on his arm. Link thought the heavy armor would be a bit excessive since he didn't anticipate any complications or anything that  would require it. The sun though shining didn't give the air or the town any wartmth. He passed several of the warehouses on the docks and saw them blackened and crumbling. The wood and stone heaped on the ground where a wall used to be. Link slows his pace down as he enters deeper into the town. Slowly taking each step, his eyes darted from corner to corner, looking to the sky for any signs of trouble there.
A deep scratching noise comes from behind Link. He flips around and unsheaths the Master sword, eyes focusing on everything they can. The sounds continued, as every few seconds a  hard scraping noise closed in on Link. His eyes darted back and forth as we crouched lower to the ground. His brain tried to decipher which direction the noise was coming from.  Link slowed his breathing. The noise continued closer to Link. He felt his heart pound in his chest; his hand could barely grip the sword.
"I should be acustomed to this. I've been fighting the unknown for years."
The noise stopped just short of Link's line of sight. He held his breathed as the creature came into site. It was a small man with a deformed foot. Link released his breathe and called out to the man.
"Ahoy sir!"
The man whipped around with his eyes wide and mouth open to scream in shock before attempting to run away.
"Wait sir! I just got here! Can you answer some of my questions?"
The man tried his best to out run the able bodied Link, but was quickly overran and stopped.. He looked at Link with tears streaming down his eyes as the rest of his body shook.
"P-p-p-p-please don't k- k-k-kill me! I d-d-d-don't know if G-g-g-g-ganon's minions have p-p-p-pity but I b-b-b-beg of you!"
Link was caught speechless. His body dropped to the ground! His mind raced as ten thousand thoughts blurred and fused together. Link's body went cold, as sweat poured from his forehead and body. His head slide down resting on the stone wall of a ruined building. The man staring at this began to back away slowly keeping his eyes on Link the whole time whose eyes began to tear up.In Link's mind, one thought played over again and again.
"Ganon did this."

Part 2 of Story

Act 1 Scene 2

The sky is overcast as Link walks down a worn road toward the nearest city. It had been years since he had rode a horse; things had happened that brought back bittersweet memories. Link's hand reaches down and feels the Ocarina. He pulls it up and puts it next to his mouth but stops short. He stares off into the distance.
"How did it become this way? Life used to seem so promising and everything even at it's darkest had hope. I'm glad I'm done fighting. I've lost so much."
He kicks a rock in the road and watches it bounce along the road.

Link looks with disgust at the Ocarina inches from his mouth. Throwing it back into his stachel, he continues down the road as the wind picks up, whipping his and his hair around. The air is hot with the humidity on this day . His armor captures the heat and stings his skin each time he moves. His thoughts start to flow back to his life. Navi, the fairy he once had. The Great Deku tree who sent Navi to help him. The journey they began. Zelda. Saria. Malon. It all seems so far away now. It was all so fun at the time but now it is just my job. Helping people. I used to use the Ocarina all the time to go back and fix things. The last people I fought I couldn't use it once. Then again I didn't need to. Those five crime bosses were easier than anything in the past. like Ganon."
Ganon. Link's stomach twists with the name. He had fought him and defeated him over 10 years ago, but the memories still made Link wake up in cold sweats. That was a face that was unforgetable to Link.
"Ganon made me into what I am today. I fight. I have fought for the past ten years. Everything I learned was to defeat Ganon. I've only become better. But I feel disconneted some way. I know the Tri-Force was there the first time. I just don't feel part of it anymore. I am glad he is dead. Too bad I'm still stuck with this monster."
Reaching back into his stachel he grabs the Ocarina with a crushing grip. He throws it down the road, as it lands skipping and sliding to a stop. The angry grows in his eyes, his jaw clenches shut.
"DAMN the Ocarina! I hate what it has done to me. I should have thrown it away long ago. I had to use it always. Saved Hyrule. Defeated Majora's Mask. It seems like now each time I use it a piece of me dies. The songs haunt me."
He finds that he has started to whistle Epona's song. He stops and fights back the tears. He hadn't thought about Epona for years. "She had got old and he couldn't keep putting her in danger. Epona was the one piece of home I had with me. When I left her with the farmer I could tell how sad she was. I had to fight back the tears. I wouldn't accept any money for her. She was my greatest friend after Navi."
Several leaves blows acrss the path shaking him from the thoughts. He hurries down the road. As he passes the Ocarina he scoops it up and puts in back into his satchel. The blue hue color has faded and worn here he held it a thousand times.
"Navi. There is someone who was always there to help. God. If there wasn't times to tell me to listen that weren't just really bad times. Ha. Me hanging off a ledge over a bottom less pit and she says, 'HEY! LISTEN!' I thought I was going to beat her when I got through it all. But she was with me until the day I left Hyrule. She couldn't take leaving. I wonder if she'll recognize me."
After several more miles, rain begins to fall on him. He continues to jog down the road until in the distance he can see the shoreline of the ocean in the distance. Beyond the ocean, was Hyrule. The first place he saved all those years years ago. The rain soaks him and his armor. The armor gets harder to run in as the clothes get soaked and slows the movement.
As he jogs, Epona's song comes back into his head. He whistles along as his eyes swell with tears in them.

First Story Idea?

So I'm leaning towards the Zelda idea for several reasons. One issue is that I know how I want it to go and the character development. Another is reason is I want to work on it is I think it is a nice safe place to start.

So I'm going to try to make this work.


Act 1 Scene 1

Location: Inside a dark poorly backroom of a bar. A hall wall an armored figure walks calmly down with a shield and sword drawn. In the background laughing and rowdy noises fill the air.

When walking past a torch the light shines off the hat revealing a green long cap and a blue shield. The shield is worn and faded, whatever symbol had been there long ago has disappeared. The armor is barely audible by those in the back room. The figure stops in front of the door.A single sigh escapes his lips.He turns back to stare at the hallway he just walked through. He has dark circles under his eyes. He hasn't slept for days.
He thinks to himself, "This is the last time. I've been fighting forever.I promised myself I'd return home after this last quest is over."
He takes a deep breathe and unsheths his sword.The Master Sword has all but lost it's power and bite long ago. After a second's pause, he lifts his boot up and kicks. CRACK! the wood splinters under the force of the boot colliding with it.  The five men in there looked shocked at the figure in the door way. Each has a puzzled look on their face until they realized what the nature of the assailant is.
"Who the hell are you? Don't you think it is rude to break down another man's door especially when he has company?"

The five men pulled out their motley assortment of weapons-maces, spears and swords. The two largest men pull out large swords with and grip tightly around the hand. One flashes a quick evil smile and whispers.
"Kill him."
The five men charge the lone figure in the door. The sword and shield become a blur as he blocks and stabs each attacker. The first two fall down with their stomachs split up. The third attacker swings his mace wildly. The figure dips and dodges before rolling back and crouching into a defensive posture. The attacker lunges and revels his side to the figure. In an instant the figure slams his shield into the man's weapon hand and brings his sword into the attacker's side. The blood pours out of the wound. He clutches his side and fails over, screaming in agony.

The last two men slow inch themselves toward the assailant who has dispatched their comrades unfortunate fate.
"Be careful. He obviously isn't a common thug. He's good. He isn't an assassin thats for sure. Any assassin wouldn't  use the front door like him."
"I don't care what he is. He is a murderer."
One man swings his greatsword toward the figure who ducks and rolls. The other attacker takes a quick stab at the man. As he is exiting his roll, the blade descends upon him.Instantly he throws his head to the side, and moves his shield over his face. The blade lands with crushing  force stinging the figure's arm and making him grunting with pain.  He manages to stand up and pull out his hook shot, sending the hook into one's arm and
pulling him towards him. The man screams as the figure eviscerates him and pulls out the hook shot. The last attacker looks around at the fate of his partners. Gripping the sword's handle even tighter, the last attacker nervously glances around and last at the figure.
Not wasting another second, the assailant rushes the last man. The swords collide as the man throws his sword up last second. The figure thrown off but the quick block stumbles back. Pressing the advantage, the last man swings low aiming for the legs, only to find a shield in the way deflecting the swing. The figure pulls his sword back and crouches with his shield protecting most of his body. The two men stare at each other for a second until the man throws himself at the figure. The sword's blade slams against the shield and reviberates with pounding force. The figure throws his shield up and thrusts and swings his sword at the man. Welting under the ceaseless assault, the last man starts to step backwards. As he puts his foot down, it lands on the mace head of his former partner; slipping and losing his balance the figure takes the opportunity to throw all his weight into a cleave.
The last man slumps to the floor blood flowing freely from his head, face and chest. The figure wipes the blade off on the man's clothes and sheaths it.
"I'm going back to Hyrule now," he thinks as he steps over the corpses and into the hallway.

Story Writing Time

While at work yesterday, it being an incredibly slow day with no one being up front to talk to me, I decided I wanted write something. Creative writing is something I don't have much experience with personally so it will be an adventure for all who follow my blog. While original material is my goal, I'm going to start on something simple, similar to fan fiction. 

I have three ideas. One is to do short stories based on my D&D world with Emmilicious and Balin (Emmy's and my character respectfully) and our adventures before D&D. 

The next idea is to write out my Link game idea in more of a narrative idea. 

The last idea is based on Halo and ODST with the story being about a group landing on a unknown planet with a society being similar technologically to the U.S in the early 20th century. 

 These are the ideas I have. I think it would be fun one day to write the story for a game. I think honing my writing skills is one step to making my it a reality.