She turns to me smiling..and just as quickly, has a look of shock and pain.
I’m alone…in bed..cold sweat covering my body. Another nightmare…seems like every other night I’m given a constant reminder of why I’m alive.
"Good thing I didn’t give ye a bunker. The way ‘ou shoot up would crack ye skull!"
Cain…snarky bastard..but if it weren’t for him i wouldn’t be here; or have what I need to—-
“Oi! You gona giv’ me the dead eye all day or wot Cynthia?”
“Depends on when you’re going to let me change..”
“Oohhh sor-ry Princess! I dinna think you the modest type all o’ a sudde—OW!”
I tossed my boot at his face…it wasn’t so much that I’m half naked before him but more that I needed some alone time..”it’s ‘that day’ today Cain…”
“Owwh…aye..I’ll be at the usual spot”
He leaves, rubbing his nose where the boot hit.
It’s been 18 years since mother died..killed in front of me by a rich nobile who decided she was less than human…a dog to put down for not obeying him. He would of killed me too..had Cain not stopped him.
Cain, known by others as the ‘Crimson Wind’, a thief who targets the corrupt nobiles, protects and helps out the poor families in the capital. His nickname came from how the last thing anyone sees, IF they see him, is his blood red scarf.
These days, he’s ‘retired’, running a black market with the profits and goods helping the poor. Same purpose..different method.
That’s where I come in: I hunt down specific things..be it nobles purses or treasures; then I bring them back. I don’t take much from the profits Cain makes from the items…there are others who need it more than me…and Cain sees they get it. Outside of that…I try to find info on the bastard that killed mother.
I -WILL- find him…
In a small hut, tucked within the alleyways of the capital, a little girl is being laid to bed by her mother..
"Mommy..tell me that story again..with the fire and the princess!"
The mother smiled and laughs softly; “That’s the 3rd time in a row..you must like it a lot…”
"Uh huh!", she squeaks, giggling with glee.
"Alright then…", the mother goes to a makeshift shelf made of bricks and wooden planks and grabs a worn book with a crimson cover and faded gold lining.
" ‘The Fire Princess’…"
A long time ago, there was a princess whom was wild and always seeking adventure and mischief around the castle…
(Yes like you dear..)
The Princess loved running around, finding joy in the simplest of things and fun in doing things not suited to a little princess.
Though she desperately wanted to explore outside the castle..she wanted to see the wonders of the Enchanted Forest near the kingdom.
(But her daddy, the King, is a meanie!)
The Princess would get her chance though..as one day the King took her along to visit a neighboring King. As they passed into the forest, bandits attacked the coach and wagons they were in. While the bandits were distracted looting the wagons, the King told the Princess to run into the forest and head west torwards their destination. She would then seek help from the guards at the town gates and return with them.
The Princess escaped without the bandits noticing and ran deep into the forest. As she ran she had begun to worry about her father, the King..and in her worry had forgotten which way to head torwards.
Time had passed as she wandered in the forest, wondering if she had gone the correct way or not..until it finally became night. The Princess could barely see anything as she carefully walked through the forest; until she saw a faint glow through the trees. She began running torwards the glow, the glow that looked like the lamps she had seen on the castle walls every night. That familiar glow of bright candles in metal and glass cages..it had to be the town gates!
Alas it wasn’t..what she found was a fire spirit, being attacked with rocks and splashed with water by imps. Angry that she had not found the town and seeing the imps torture the fire spirit—-
(Can I mommy?)
(Yaay! Ahem.. “Leave him alone you devils!!”)
—she screamed and began kicking the surprised imps; whom ran away screaming and yelping from the angry Princess.
The Fire Spirit looked to her..his firey body losing its flame and glow, “Thank You child…but I’m afraid it is too late..”
(“Why? What’s wrong?”)
“Being a Fire Spirit..water is rather deadly to us…too much contact with it and we die..as I soon will..”
(“No! Isn’t there something I can do?”)
“Unless you can create fire..I’m afraid not…”
(“No..there must be something! Don’t die!”)
“Why do you show concern for me human child…? You do not know me..and I am not of your kind..”
(“Because its not right…I shouldn’t let you die just because of that!”)
“…your heart is warm…perhaps, there is a way”
(“What is it? What can I do?”)
“If you join your soul with mine..I can live. Be warned child…this comes with a great risk…and your own kind may hate you. But I will live and as thanks, I will protect and bestow my powers onto you…”
(“Then I accept..please don’t die!”)
The Princess reached for the Fire Spirit’s charred hand…as she took it, the Fire Spirit felt the warmth of her soul and ignited both of them in a bright flame…
The mother closed the book softly and looked at her daughter.
“What happened next mommy!”
“You know what happened next dear..”, the mother smiled.
“I know..but it sounds exciting when you tell it…”, the girl yawns as her mother pulls a worn blanket over her.
“We’ll finish tomorrow night…but for now its time to dream with the fae my child..”
The girl yawns and mumbles in protest before falling asleep..her mother places a kiss on her forehead.
"Good Night…my Cynthia.."
Sadly…the story would not be finished as promised….
Fixed an error in the crotch area and added a pouch to Cynthia’s pants.
Unfortunately the camera flash kinda ruins things..being my apartment had no power. :(
Oh Hey! Soul Gem Art! I like how Cynthia turned out here…
I hope the photo isn’t blurry..it looks like it here but the actual pic looks fine outside of tumblr..
Yeah, the title says it all…but you’re likely wondering why.
I used to like christmas…I remember days adventuring in the mall and stores finding that gift mom, grandma, grandpa and others would love or need. Of course..the best parts were the gifts but also the fun to be had with my grandparents and aunts/uncles/cousins/etc and with mom and dad divorced, it was like double the christmas and fun with the extended family.
But as years went on…it started losing it’s touch. Likely starting with dad practically disowning me over a misunderstanding with my then step-mom on what I wanted for christmas..so double x-mas funtime was gone and so was seeing any of that extended family…
Next came increasingly bad financial bullshit…till eventually we just couldn’t buy gifts at all for christmas several years up til even today.
The final nail in the coffin was grandma and grandpa’s death a over a year ago…even if me and mom couldn’t get presents..christmas was still, at least, fun due to them. Though, they’re gone now…
It’s just something I don’t look forward to anymore…christmas is just another reminder that I’m too broke to celebrate it and the only people that made it good regardless of that are dead…oh and if I get particularly sour ill toss in the memory of dad disowning me.
Thanksgiving is probably the only holiday I remotely like….and that’s if we even HAVE it.
Halloween I wanted to give candies but work ruined that plan.
Fuck New Years.
Don’t care for Easter.
Forget 4th of July…people ruin it with early fireworks.
……so..yeah. I don’t like holidays…just pointless to me now.
Its the end of a charity food drive we’re doing at a latino supermarket..me and a co-worker are breaking down our radio equipment and tents as well as stuffing the donations into the trucks.
A mother, her two daughters and grandmother come up to me trying to sell some candycane flowers. I didn’t have any cash on hand outside of my debit card. The mother asked me what we were doing and I told her we were doing a food drive for charity. She thought I meant giving out food but I explained we were gathering it for a charity called Three Square.
She told me they were poor and showed it via the worn, baggy clothes they wore…I figured maybe Three Square could help them. So I looked up the number and address and wrote it down for them.
They left and we finished packing up. Before we did leave I saw them again and remembered the grandmother asking me something earlier before offering a candycane. So I came over to her and one of the daughters and asked what she asked me before the candycane; she asked if I could buy the children some tacos. I nodded and said: “ah..ok. Let’s get some tacos then!”
I didn’t look but I’m sure she smiled hearing that..we went to the mother and the other daughter and went inside the taco making part of the store.
She ordered 10 tacos and a 2 liter coke..rang up about $20. I told her it was fine.
As we waited she told me her story: Her husband was disabled and they were living on Social Security. She has been trying to find work and inbetween that she tries to sell things like the candycanes to get some kind of money to feed the two little girls. Of course, the ugly side of humanity rears it’s head at her. People insulting her, calling her names, telling her to get a job and just flat out condemning her…all in front of her children.
I understood well what she likely feels…and it stirs a deep rage in me. I wish I could do more..be there to defend them in those instances. But all I can do is give them a good dinner and the info to a place that has the power to help them more than me..or at least find someone who can if they can’t.
You’d think with all the advances in society, technology, higher thinking and our own history…that we wouldn’t have this. Yet we do…why?
Humanity will never advance as long as people continue to judge others without knowing the story…and as far as I’m concerned..I think its a lot better to help someone in need..than it is to condemn them for needing it.
Music is one lf things I love most in a game…and its one of those things I don’t really know how to create outside of my head.
Adrian von Ziegler does fantastic music from celtic to gothic to symphonic metal and even electronic that borders and exceeds the things you hear in movies or some games.
This piece here is lovely…and I’m thinking, if I can’t learn to music..I might see if Adrian would compose the soundtrack to Soul Gem. But I won’t do that until I have something to show…
This music..id think it’d make a good title screen/main theme to Soul Gem. :)
So if you follow my twitter you know this already…but if you dont: my pc died.
One day I turn it on, the fans rev up and don’t stop. PC beeps T times and repeats till I turn off. I had our IT guy at work help me..and we fixed what it supposedly wanted us to fix but it didn’t work.
After some searching I found that dell XPS’s apparently live 4 years then pull this shit. I’ve had mine for 6 years.
I also don’t have enough cash to buy a new one and don’t know of any local shops/places I can work a deal with…I tried FRYS Electronics and their “card” approval thing “needed time to process my application” as opposed to the “in minutes” advertised across the store. Meh…
So pretty much I won’t be able to draw or sprite or anything PC wise for Soul Gem…I can still do pencil and paper and snap pics on the phone though.
o0o hi again, Chaz! Long time no see! Good to see you’re still at your game… The chaining aspect always interested me. Looks like a mechanic I would look forward to in a game like that. When can you start making some examples? :D GIVE US SPARKLES
Hi Mith~ :D
Yeah…work and tiredness kinda sidetracked me and i couldn’t summon up TEH ENERGIES!!11 *flop*
Chains/Combos are nothing new when it comes to match-3 games (bejeweled, tetris attack) though the attacks and such being related to them are likely new..at least to my knowledge.
I’d love to have an actual working in-motion game demo to demonstrate this…but the best i could do is maybe some concept sketches/art of what i’m aiming for. Once i have something to show visually (be it actual demo or drawings) you can be sure i’ll throw it up here. :)
… *throws sparkles*