Boulderoleros!
Boulderoleros!
I "invented" a new animal this week! It's basically just a bighorn sheep, only it's HUGE and these guys ride them into battle and use them for EVERYTHING and they're really central to their culture. Their whole civilization pretty much revolves around these things. They can ride the males into battle and make sweet bows out of their giant horns (which can weigh up to 100 lbs.) and the females provide crazy weird amounts of wool (they're huge) and meat and milk and stuff. They make junk outta the bones. They're like buffalo. It's great. It's one of those weird little things that's about to help me POWER through some o' dis history. Once the herds migrate south into the former Tarkin lands, now the Kingdom of the Old Crag, the Harres follow them and the new King is like "Oh no you don't!" He thinks they're attacking, but they're just doing what they've been doing for hundreds of years. But he doesn't know that, so he orders his dudes to build some castles and then eventually they call on Madman Titus Tavro to go ask them to stop and he and his "Mad Men" wind up doing a whole bunch o' murder and that starts a war, and the war is the war and after the war there's power shifts and regime changes and the Kingdom grows and turns into an empire and burns down and then it's Book time! I'm so excited!
You guys are the best!
Earth, Sea, Empire
-NDF
Boulderoleros!
Quick update. There seems to be a theme running through my book and the histories of unlikely heroes killing giant scary animals. I happens with this scrawny little prince and Raxas the Lion who lives in the Sacred Grove of Santana and then a couple thousand years later it happens with a little girl who kills a GIANT shark all by her skinny little like eight year old self. Hm! More on that as I get further into the stuff.
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-NDF
It's been a month!? How has it been a month since my last update. Whatever. Hello, Boulderoleros! Do you ever feel insignificant? Like life is just passing you by? Like you're being manipulated by immortal beings with no regard for your well being and condescendingly pointy ears? Good. That's what the Immortals want.
I've been doing some math and some shenanigans (never a good combination) and I've discovered that the Immortal Calendar is super cool. Immortals have nine days in their week. They have nine weeks in a month. They have nine months in a year. Do all that math and their years are 729 days long. That's two of our years minus a day. One Immortal year is two human years. We're like dogs to them. And yes that means they have two springs, two summers, two falls and two winters, but if you live forever, does that really matter all that much? Does time really matter all that much? Yes. Yes it does. Because you have to know when to go to war and when to go to war and when to go to war and most importantly, the most sacred of all Immortal traditions, you have to know when the times are good...to go to war. Immortals loooove killing. It's bad. Mostly for us mortals. I hope you're all having good, safe travels. I'll be updating more than zero times a week for the next few weeks. Feel free to follow me on Twitter for an array of shenanigans, mainly those pertaining to my book, but also, just things that are happening in my brain. Also like us on Facebook if you haven't already!
As always thank you for your continued and rad support.
Earth, sea, empire.
-NDF
