Un67 -> RE: =Mech= National Novel Writing Month (10/22/2011 9:22:12)
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I'm certainly planning to do it this year, even though I've never really written something in a novel format or close to it. I've actually taken some time to brainstorm and ended up with a plot and a setting for my novel. It's a fantasy novel, which probably isn't that surprising. Let me drag up my synopsis from the website: quote:
Alan Fergant was an old warrior of noble descent obsessed with seeking out the fabled Fountain of Immortality, having had little success. Sacrificing much of his fortunes and his prestige, he put all of his hopes on one lead - an older bard named Lorias Ashter who supposedly knew the ancient Song of the Fountain, which detailed the location of the Fountain of Immortality. When Alan found him, he discovered that Lorias was intensely distrustful, indirect, and evasive, but through sheer force of will and determination he convinced him to sing the Song of the Fountain to him. Then, he learned that the Fountain was far away in the overseas in the Estland, lying within the hinterland, hidden inside an ancient city in the heart of a mountain chain, and guarded by the most powerful of creatures and the most cunning of artifices. However, more perplexingly, he also was also given a magic journal by Lorias that magically transferred anything written in it to a journal of Lorias's own, so he could chronicle his journey in song, and was told by Lorias that it was the "key to gaining immortality", and that "the Fountain is only one part of it", but Alan dismissed it as merely a triviality. With the new knowledge and task in mind, he set out on a long journey and overcame hostile nations, powerful beasts, and masterful feats of trickery... to discover that the Fountain was a generic water fountain. Was this a matter of lies and deception? Or was he a fool to believe in the ancient myths and legends? And yet, maybe, just maybe, he would get his immortality after all, but merely in the most unexpected of ways, unorthodox of methods, and the most indirect of paths, something that only an old bard who's seen and heard too much could have thought of... Definitely rough and missing a lot, but obviously I'll have to fill in the holes as I write.
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