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My name is James S.D.O., and I love writing. It’s been something I’ve done since elementary school as a hobby, but since April 2024, I’ve decided to try my hand at doing this kind of thing professionally. Below, you’ll find some information on my current WIPS.

Executioner’s Liar Series- Fantasy Adventure-

Storm Bringer’s Folly: Follow Lilian Willow as she travels the wider world, hunting Monsters and Demons, stopping at nothing to do one thing: help those in need, and help she does, even going so far as to take a young man under her wing, and train this greenhorn as an up and coming Adventurer.

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Blizzards were the worst.

The ice. 

The cold.

The wind.

The ice-cold wind. 

It all made Lilian Willow's jaw tighten as she waded through the frozen waist-high powder while being hit by the razor-sharp wind.

Her hate-filled roar tore through the night air, and if one were watching from a bird's-eye view, they could spot, in the sea of snow, a bright red dot swinging a massive sword, ruthlessly chopping and bludgeoning piles of snow in the middle of the frozen wasteland.

"Flames of the Divine, Burn Fierce!" The figure brought her sword down in an overhead swing as flames erupted from the large blade, scorching the ground and melting a path forward. She raced through the waste for the next 20 minutes, with little care as to how much magic she wasted on such a trivial task. Eventually, and with much more effort than necessary, Lilian arrived at her destination, a mountainous-sized, lone evergreen standing tall against the harsh winter weather. 

Fallen Heroes Fantasy/Steampunk-

Fallen Heroes: Mikhail had done the impossible; he had killed a so-called God. He was tired, in pain, and wanted nothing more than to sleep. God, all he wanted was to rest, but that little voice that echoed through the cave knew he couldn’t, he still had more to teach, still had more to show. He hobbled with his cane through the stone enclosure, “Lizabeta! Come here, I have a gift for you.” She was a young girl, but she soaked up knowledge like a sponge. If only he could get her to stop reading all those engineering books and practice more.

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Mikhail needed to be incredibly careful with what he was doing since it was a very stupid plan. During the entire fight with Tchort, he had been attacking the exact same spot over and over again, breaking its scales and doing as much damage as he could. In the next 15 seconds, he was going to finish the beast by piercing that same spot, its heart. Internally, he was angry with himself over the fact he had lost his Cadalbog somewhere in the skies over the plains; it certainly would have made the fight easier, “I probably wouldn’t have-” 

Mikhail sighed, shaking his head of his worries. He reached out with his magic and pulled, yanking all the air from the area surrounding the beast, creating a massive vacuum. The surrounding area imploded as the atmosphere rushed in to fill the sudden void left behind. 

He nearly flinched back as the world shook around him. He stared ahead at the old “god” as it roared in pain, his eyes fixated on the beast’s chest. A deafening whistle made his ears bleed as he forcibly compacted the stolen air into a rough sphere behind him. His wind magic curled around his back as lightning began dancing around his right arm. He had one last chance to kill this beast; if he couldn’t kill the monster after turning himself into a living weapon, then honestly, there was nothing stopping the beast from slaughtering the rest of his race. 

“Listen up, Tchort, some idiots may have worshipped you as a god, but I don’t, so you have no power over me, and the rest of my people. I’ll kill you, just like I killed your summoner. You’re nothing but a worm compared to me!” 

Tales of Rysha Series- Fantasy-

Roar of the Ryshians: Sapphire Orchid was an orphan who had spent years on the run. Betrayed by his friends and chased by his love, he wasn’t quite sure where to go. He caught a break, though, when one day he accidentally ran into a Commander in his country’s Revolutionary Army, and soon he was attempting raids, fighting against the King’s men, and learning all he could in both magic and the art of war. But really, what could they do against a King and the God backing him.

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To destroy a man, you must first know their past.” Well, he had quite the past to learn from. A small flame erupted with a flick of a finger, dancing towards a hanging lantern, lighting the oil within, and basking his tent in flickering lights. Sipping from his hot tea, he stepped towards his desk, his eyes never leaving the pages. 

Ryshian was a general term used to describe a broad group; originally, it was the beings that inhabited the planet Rysha. Eventually, it became the name of the elite beings that “governed” the planet, the Gods of Rysha. As these Gods grew in power, the races of Rysha slowly began to change their names out of fear of retribution. While this change of identity saved most races for a time, their fates were already sealed; However, that is a story for a later chapter.  

During the 1297th Year A.L., After Levi, a kingdom was established by a man named Charlus, and he dubbed his kingdom Rysha. Instead of being angered by his choice of name, the Gods seemed indifferent and uncaring, all except for one. A God that rose from an Eastern country came to Charlus, and with him came a spark of War. Raijin, a God of three, walked into the King’s Castle and stood before the King with an offer.  

“Worship me, and you shall prosper…” And prosper the kingdom did. A new domain, barely 5 years old, soon became an empire; with the God of War at their back, the King of Rysha did not falter. His son, Charleson, soon took up his father’s reign, starting with the massacre- 

“Orchid!” He dumped his tea over the aging book and jumped into the air with a curse. He turned towards the distraction with a glare as one hand dabbed the tome dry with an old cloth. 

“By the Gods, Em, do you know how old this book is!? It’s practically a relic.” 

The man let out a loud laugh as he patted his friend on the back, “Then why does an idiot like you have it? Shouldn’t it have gone to the commander and then back to base?” 

With a grumble, Sapphire Orchid turned back to his book, praying the ink hadn’t smugged, “I knicked it after the last raid we did; it’ll get sent out when I’m done with it. I doubt they’ll care too much about a history book.”