A small write up:
Being an artist as I am, I have tried many of wine, but literature of all trades has been my greatest in experience. Since the ripe age of 2 years old I have taken much of my time to creating new worlds and limitations, fantasy and adventure, an alternate rule set either to appease myself at the time as many children did, or to explore in great detail a new perspective. Even now, I am plagued to the cap with springing ideas, so many of which that I fear that cap may pop and a fountain to appear out of where my head once was...
Edit, from the future. I cut most the crap out of there; something, something, artsistic vision. Onto the disclaimers and earnest requests
I've been asked, and told, and informed that works shouldn't go for free... To which, I told them they are a bunch of cheap crooks, and they're not even the ones making this stuff. I believe that people should have the option, and as it's not much skin off my back anyway, that patronage should be given at one's own discresion. Especially in today's society... Good luck anyone stopping the spread of files if they really want to... And that's not just beucause my coding skills can't think of an elementry level DRM stratigy either. I want to share with the world, make something memorable, not to prioritize my profit over my work. It's a labour of love. Morals and lessons, joys and laughs, discussion, and inspiration shouldn't come at a price tag. But... If someone wants to toss some coins in the guitar case, I won't shy away. Heaven help me install a donation button though >.>
The following is strictly my work, as of such I request that no alterations or plagurism be made over my works without written concent... Which... Is to say, I am copping out for my rights as an author. You know, for spending the time to make something, something good, or at least trying to be somewhat good for the lot of ya. I mean, it's free aint' it? Have at least a little respect, ya know.
So, KEEPING THE ABOVE IN MIND, I've alwayas been a fan of conceptual adeptaiton, and interaction. Community driven sharing, dreaming, and the likes. So for the fun part, I really have no qualms with fan driven content, mature or otherwise... Please respect local laws and regulations and all the like but, if Sarephel just ain't getting enough 'time off work' for your liking, I'd like to see you try and come up with something better. Really... Stuff's freaking hot. Oh, could I ever be so blessed as to actually inspire anyone as to do such. Likely, this will be not much more than merely skimmed by some passer by only to be forgotten forever... But...
...Humouring such fantasies, and honouring the respect of proper citation, credit, and/or royalties to me, Danial LeBlanc, of sound mind and body... Anyone is free to make their own non-commercial content involving characters depicted on this catalogue, from scratch. Frankly, I'd love to see what I inspire. You know where the contact page is.
Oh, and if you're gonna make an OC, don't make is cringy. I will cry.
Right, time to get on with it I suppose..
Nephesh Truth Ultimatum (14+) - Vulgarity, Depressing Themes. (Episodic, Released Monthly)
Fantasy, Comedy, Slice of Life, Spiritual, Action, Philosophical... If you think about it, it's not really magic.
I've asked myself many times, if that which I have seen is myth or if in time, we have forgotten these natural enigmas. When sight meets feeling, and the unexplainable makes more sense than the dribble of modern society... How long, until this light leaves our eyes forever, and we become no more than the mortar of stones sunk beneath the sand.
If you have ever asked yourself why we only notice things when we stumble, or have ever wondered "Why is it so odd that time moves so smoothly... And instances are misplaced." When chaos mets calm, and your conciousness recalls the other side of a mirrors gaze. When something obscure feels too natural and the blinds of eyes make a silence of our own primordial voice. What then?
Aaron, Zachery, and Sophie, three outcasts who have witnessed the cracks of the world's facade have banded together in search of the truth, where blissful is the scent of ichor and birth, and to travel that which the sun goes when it sets. Though it's glimmering prospect seems a pleasant gaze, it is frank to say that which dreams foster also lays deep beneath the overburden of tragidy. In this psychological adventure into ones own depths to uncover things we wished we had forgotten... Somehow, I still have to convince you this is a comedy... O' the stumbling blocks ahead of these poor, unexpecting, idiots. Oh yes, what irony. Like my head, on my pillow, where it fucking belongs at 2am.
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"Your mother wishes to inform me, to tell you... In other words, to let me play the bad guy for her... That she'll skin you if you blow up the garage.”
“And you’re letting her?”
Letting out a roaring belch. “And what? Play the bad guy? "
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Herosae Kitsune Vol 1 - (R) Vulgarity, Violence, Hot Lesbian Sex. That's not a joke. (Volume 1 in "Good Enough" Condition. 70,000 words/vol)
Sci fi, Martial Arts, Action, Mystery, Dis/utopian, Psychological, Spiritual, So much for my Christian audience...
Also, see Volume 2 (under construction) Volume 3 (In planning)
Where have we gone wrong, that a place so perfect should be so close to utter collapse. They came, seeking the value in life, and built an empire by the hand of citizens, spanning centuries of peace. They carved the timbers and chizlled the aquaducts, and planted the Sourines to the plalu lillies. It was a mighty nation, built atop itself to reach the heavens themselves, Herosae... And it's people, the Aeromin'd, the folk of flesh and fur from elden legend and mythology to mystasisms and tall tales, in a world of techinology that could inundate our own beyond recognition.
It has been eighty years since Celro Herosae opened the path to expand our dreams beyond where they were once thought at their limit, but an eager man can bring forth many wonders. Generations have past, but the seeds of the yesterday have finally made root. The reality, of a dream, which would send the future into ruin.
Sarephel, cast into a role she admired would soon discover the reality from the dream, where the cause differs from the fate, and young fools become old wisemen the hard way. Skilled from training to combat, her skills rival even those of the elite warriors of their world, though not yet fully discovered. From the back walls to the front lines, chasing the golden dragon of hope. She, the few to have seen the darker gaze of blind ambition, may be the only hope to stop the cycle of madness. Given time.
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" Warm rain fall poured down, rising the tides along their sides. The soothing spatter was like earthen hands, nurturing natural bliss that consumed her under the surface of the shielding reach. Meditating beauty, the numb impact of rain received beyond the veil was like a fish philosophizing the heavy air above the otherworldly gate of it's pond."
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Enmity's Lost Prodigy (PGish) (Finished, 70,000 words)
Adventure, Anthropomorphic, One The Run, Journey, Much more for my Christian audience...
Wow, can't believe I kept this one, but being my first ever completed work, as to say "yay, I really do finish my projects and not just stick them in the back of the fridge to go bad!" I guess I might as well keep it... Look, it's about a bird seeking freedom from the old regeigm, and it oozes with angst from fights I never had. It's called autism, and that's what it looked like for me. Jiffity jiff or something.
(The description I wrote for it when I was fresh out of highschool...)
Enmity's Lost Prodigy is a novel surrounding the aftermath of a great uprising during the unsettled tides of imbalance, generations after a world altering, catastrophic event. Behold the life of Farrah and Talia as they seek out acceptance in a world that has long since forsaken them. Hatred and prejudice will stand before them, as 'The Cataclysm' tore more than the earth of 'Shemlaul' into chaos; but it's people as well. Home for the weary is a dim candle burning during a rainstorm, merely protected by predictors who would readily cast it aside for their own quarrels. Farrah must have the strength to overcome enmity in of itself and see the world true if she hopes to avoide becomming the same monster that threatens their very existance.
And yes, I can moan about it all I want, as long as Ryan Renolds can gripe about his green pair of tights, I can make a critical review look like an inspirational speech.
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I'm sure I wrote something note worthy here, but... I really just cant be screwed to find it right now.
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Bonus Content Always updating
Right straight up bonus stuff my guy...
If you want to find original concepts, artwork and the (totally never going to be finished) Book of Herosae Tower, then get yourself in here mate!
Did you know that Nephesh Truth Ultimatum went 6 years of development and planning before even being given a name?
Emnitys Lost Prodegy ...I wish I never wrote that highschooler garbage... That's right! I downright want to remove it! Back in the day, I wanted to make a proof of concept, that someone could make a story based on trying to make someone love a character, and boy... Was I going through some rough times.
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"This is the part that almost killed the whole story altogether... Sophie’s arc came to because of a war between a faction which, frick me if I can remember why they existed..."
" Roughly 80% of content up to this point was scrapped because it did not further the plot... You’ll see this pattern a lot..."
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The Bacon Chronicles (14+) Utter Stupidity, Sensitive Themes (Coming soon, maybe...)
(I thought it was fine, but, APPARENTLY... I wrote one spicy little detail, by COMPLETE ACCIDENT, that could respark the war between two specific abrahamic religions... in nothing but the form of a silly childrens tale. What freaking luck, right?)
Farce, Comedy, Vignette,
You read those tags, yeah, but... Believe or not, it wasn't actually over a joke, or making fun of someone's pastery.
Like, seriously...
How the heck am I supposed to know how things work on the other side of the world.
I'm not sitting here eating baklava and falafel ripe off the chick pea tree (though I wish I was).
I don't know this shit!
What am I supposed to do? Get finger prints from every presidant around the world, say "Hey! It's okayed by some guy in an office that runs your country and collects your tax dollars.
Really? How is it this easy to piss someone off?
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The genie turned a furious face to (Name redacted). "Do you intend to waste my time?" He roared. "I can not tell you such time. Should I instead send you flying back to (Name ALSO redacted) without a second request?"
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