All, thank you for the support. But it looks like The Dead Wizard will not be making the cut. I appreciate all of your support and interest in the book. There remain a few other publishing options, but I still intend to put this story in print. The follow up novel is waiting for a chance to be read as well, so keep an eye out for it in the future. (tentative title: Goblin Hunt)
The project page will remain up for a few more days. Feel free to give me any comments or suggestions on moving this forward. Otherwise, I bid you adieu.
I have tried to put the history and background of myworld into words before and it never seems to come out right. Originally I was going to do it as an epic poem but I am not a very good poet, and all such attempts failed.
Whats posted here isn’t exactly a spoiler since only a few in the story know the history and it doesn’t really matter to most of them. The nature and purpose of the highway system is irrelevant to you when all you have is a bicycle. (Does that seem like a forced analogy? Well bullying analogies is a hobby of mine.)
It plays a part in how things last. Why does a millennium old sword still have an edge? Because it wasn’t made yet and thus it can’t go dull yet.
I don’t know. Read it and if you have further questions I can try to explain batter. But to really get it you should BUY MY BOOK and then we can better discuss what is what and why.
The secret to the world in the Dead Wizard is :
SPOILER
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Time. You see the Well of the Gods is a planet-locked black hole. The Creator and the dragons, with the help of dwarves and giants, built the dimensional portals into the planet and they are tied into the black hole and it’s extra-dimensional properties.
It took since the beginning of time to get it all set up, but when completed the creations from across the universe could safely visit the planet, commune with their guardians/gods, and return to their own space and time without permanent harm. The achieved this by pulling the pilgrim spirit back in time. You see you can’t harm what doesn’t exist yet.
The Well World is influenced like a dream. What the pilgrims perceive and wish can and will happen, as long as another pilgrim doesn’t prevent it. The world is a communal delusion that protects the pilgrim as they journey to find "god". They then return through their portal to the real world waking enlightened. Should they perish along the journey, their being does the same thing, only without the enlightenment and with an existential memory that they may interpret as they will.
As time went by many pilgrims chose to stay in the dream realm of the Well World, settling down roots with each other and with manifestations of their minds. These first generations were nigh immune and immortal in the Well World, that is so long as time in the real world never caught up to them killing their reality body and their manifestation with it.
Inevitably the pilgrims began having children with each other and the manifestations of their and the gods dreams. Slowly they populated the world and the Dragon States that guard the Well. A great civilization grew up. With each following generation the immunity lapsed more and more until those with "magic" powers were less and less common among the population.
The number of pilgrims fluctuated as the Avatars’ wards went on without the Avatars watching and guiding their civilizations. Gradually the wards’ reliance on the Avatars faded, making the Creator happy that they were learning to get by with each other on their own. But all was not peaceful.
Some of the gods were not content to wait for their wards to come and seek guidance from them. These gods, some abandoned by their wards and some determined to guide their wards, fought to escape often. The abandonment and loneliness maddening them even more as they saw other wards seeking guidance. For them the paradise in the Creator’s court became unbearable and they became obsessed with escape and revenge. Avatars split into factions as some plotted to escape. They probed the far reaches of the infinite palace that was their prison. Up, down, in infinite directions, they struggled to find a way out.
The frustration and anger was too much for even gods, and thus the determined Avatars became demons determined to reenter the physical world and the joys they had had there. Pushing their influence in various directions they tried to incite rebellion among even the pilgrims and their children.
Their repeated actions had consequences though, and each escape attempt cost them access to their wards. separating them further.
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