Shadow's Journey

The dim dawn light was slowly waking up the scenery, as the hundreds of birds dance in the sky looping in heart-warming songs. Battered by decades of usage, the cobblestone streets, shining in the morning light, begin to fill with people, marking the official start of a new day. Nearly all farmers and shopkeepers proudly present their products, from freshly picked vegetables to bright red chellox meat, competing with each other, shouting offers better than the former. Various town folk are dressed in colorful robes that resemble their occupation. A young couple, paper manufacturers and book printers, wearing a light blue blouse with crimson red imprints in various shapes. The metalworker, with a grey, leather coat and armguards is discussing the latest political climates with some wood-masters, dressed in a vibrant, light green shirt, waving his hand as he speaks, revealing his strong physique. A local priest is shouting prayers and tributes to the Primordial God Frae, the All-Mother, ...

         Divided by the World-Split Ocean, the landmass is divided in five major continents, WestSight (under the compass), EastCore (or the Chipped-Axe Eastland), Temple of Frae (middle), Frozen Confluation (Northern Pole), and the Barren Ice (South Pole).     Shortly after Frae (Primordial of Souls, the one that created life and named the stars, giving purpose to the purposeless) isolated herself in the far ends of the High Plains (the realm where most minor Gods live), She noticed that the mortal creatures She had created were rapidly changing (humans were evolving). Intrigued by this, She took a new mortal form, wandering the world. She took it upon Herself to guide these curious creatures in their natural development, and was astonished by the vast capabilities of the life She had created. She learned a lot from humans, from the making of fire and tools, to even spoken language (until that point, She and Her Gods were communicating using telepathy...

  A true musician knows when to enter the stage, knows what the audience before him wants and it is said that the musicians with magical affinity could feel the vibrations in a room, carefully and masterfully arranging the notes, pursuing the highest level of satisfaction to the eager and drunk people that await for the concert to start in the Hopping Snake, as the light starts to escape on the horizon, and the shadows of night slowly embrace the scenery around the tavern. The atmosphere in the tavern was always pleasant, as one of the most famous ale-makers built the place some decades ago. The Hopping Snake has always welcomed people of all races. From the Thorn-Beards of the Mountains of Thrak, to the occasional wanderer Draglin, from humans of the Northrise Plains, to the Elves of the Cravar Isle. Sitting in the center of the continent, this tavern has always been a refuge for all those seeking shelter, a bed to sleep, and of course, a variety of wonderfully crafted beers...

  Hello wonderful people!     Today, I have decided to start the blog for my ongoing project, a fantasy novel series whose title is still to be determined.     Prepare for a fantastical journey in a brand new world where magic, power and entities rule. Join the main character, Shadow the bounty-hunter as he fights to unveil the dark secrets of this world, after troubling visions strike his mind, filling him with uncertainty, as he is pushed to travel and seek out the truth about the All-powerful Primordial Gods and their plan.     Will he succeed and save the world, or will the world fall in darkness and chaos?     Join me in my writing journey to find out, as Shadow will meet both allies, enemies and, of course, the consequences of his actions, for in this story, no one is safe.