Server Review – Dungeon Realms


Wow. Time for another long-winded review post. I’m gonna go over the basics and not much else.

For starters, Dungeon Realms ( , server connects at is a crazy big RPG style server. There are a lot of players every day, and you can interact with as many as you want. The tutorial explains a lot, so I’ll cover some of it here, but you can experience it all for yourself.

Let’s see… Okay, when you start, you’ll get the rundown on currency, weapon and armor tiers, and all the different tools. What they don’t explain is the locations: Cyrennia, Harrison’s Field, Dark Oak Forest, Jagged Rocks, etc. The first two or three locations have Tier 1 baddies, the next have T1 and T2, and so on and so forth. It’s hard to survive, but if you do, you can get some crazy good loot and weapons. The tools (pickaxe and fishing rod) have levels, and every 20 levels you get an upgrade which allows you to break/catch better items.

The currency is gems, or emeralds. There is a lot you can do with them, between upgrading your Realm, which is basically your base, or your enderchest storage, or even buying better armor and weapons. Again, there’s a lot that I can’t explain with words. You just have to go experience it for yourself. If you catch me online (shard US-3 or 4), say hi 🙂


P.S. That’s not as long-winded as I thought it would be. YAY for me!


Poetry – Love is…


I’ll occasionally write poems when I get inspired (or I’m feeling really down, whatever), and I’ll post my minor works of art here.

Love is…

Love is hard
Love is beautiful
Love makes you drop your guard

Love is strong
Love is quiet
Love can’t go wrong.

Love is unexplainable
Love is connecting
Love will never be unattainable.

Inspired by Draw Me Close to You (Kutless- Strong Tower)


Comic Update


I decided that yes, I am going to do a comic. Probably one or two updates weekly, with the writing in between, and I intend for it to be rather funny, even if I’m the only one who gets it. I’ve been reading looking through different webcomics, and I think I’m going to style mine after one I found simple but entertaining… ( (WARNING: has minor language issues, but is otherwise entertaining. Over 900 pages, and still counting!)

Now, I need to find a decent computer art app… until then, hand drawn it is. -gulps- My art skills are less than stellar… -goes back to the book-writing-


The Riders, #7


EDIT: Added another paragraph to the end. It didn’t feel completed and cliff-hangery. ;D

Finally! Another chunk of my story is here. I tried to do my best with building the suspense, but I don’t think I did as well as I should have. Anyway, I’ve decided /not/ to do the story in a comic sense, but I think I’ll have it up by next week. Here’s the story!

    Ismira shouldered her small pack as the dwarves and Orik approached. Palodan shifted under the saddle, unaccustomed to it’s feel. Privately, he said to Ismira, I think we have a danger from one of the dwarves. Orik’s mind is shielded well, yet the other dwarves are not as well-protected. I sense treachery in the air. Ismira sent him a comforting thought, although she agreed, somewhat. Even she could feel it, slight though it was. Orik broke her reverie with a hearty “Hello!” She grinned and returned the greeting. “Ready?” Orik spread a map out on the ground. “Here we are,” he said, pointing to a spot near Carvahall. “And we need to get to here.” He moved his finger along the trail they were going to follow to the edge of Alagaesia. “We need to get to Hedarth, where we’ll meet Arya, and then make our way to Eragon’s little encampment.” Ismira nodded. She’d seen some of it when she got to talk to her uncle in the scrying mirror. “When we get to Hedarth, we’ll collect supplies for the second part of the journey.” Ismira nodded again, and clambered up into the saddle.
Orik packed up his map and watched from the ground as Ismira and Palodan took off, circling high overhead. He waved an arm to his men and started marching towards the end of the valley, where they would grab horses and continue on to Hedarth.


The Shade picked himself up off the ground and started after the elf. How can this elf be so calm, when I roam the land? When Eragon stabbed Durza through the heart, killing his first body, the inhuman scream was not just a scream, but a hidden spell that would bind the spirits to the next person to summon any spirits. They found a long lost relative of Carsaib, and inhabited him. Then he wandered through the land, feeding off of whatever he could, staying silent and swift. Then he arrived in Du Weldenvarden, and suddenly things became clearer. He needed a middle man, someone to help him overtake his only true threat and end him. Durza’s suspicions about the elf grew, and so did his ambitions.
Spyro ran through the forest, mind racing, considering his options. He could run to his queen, alert her of the monster that lurked in the forest, or he could fight it himself, and only hope to survive. A third option started forming in his mind, but he tried to ignore it as he ran. Indecision set upon him, and he decided the best option was to wait. He climbed up the nearest tree and waited.
The Shade sniffed the air, tracing the path the elf had taken. To his surprise,  he found the trail ending and going straight up under a tree. His prey was close. To cover his momentary confusion, he circled the tree, and confirmed that the elf was there. He sat down at the base of the tree, shut his eyes, and listened for a sound. “Elf, I know you’re there. I can wait here as long as you can. Come down if you want, I will put up a good fight.” Then he sat back, and waited.


All Characters, names and locations (with the exception of those outside Alagaesia) (c) Christopher Paolini



I’ve been looking through a lot of different webcomics lately, including one here on wordpress (Bo’s cafe life), and I’m considering starting one of my own. It’ll probably be stickmen talking about random things, since I’m not much of an artist, but I’d be able to do one or two a week. Of course, I’d need ideas, and some kind of organizational skill to actually pull it off, but it’s out there.

Now, back to the story… Wait, there’s an idea. Comic-ise my story? Could I actually do that? I’ll put the effort into it, and I might get back to you in a week or three. Meh.




There are a bunch of definitions of “traffic,” but the one I’m going for here is the blog related one.

I’m not complaining here, but I don’t see much traffic aside from the hits from people I know. Compared to OM (who, by the way, has been blogging for a lot longer than I have, and is prone to offensive sprees), I’m a little fly on the wall. Still, I hope that someday I’ll reach a really high hit count per week. My current record is 9 hits in a day. Which is just sad. But it reminds me that I need to write more. So… I’ll go do that. Despite my writer’s block. And lack of good names. And… you know what? I’m done.


PS: OM’s blog is Harsh Reality. ( Prepare to be offended if you stay for too long.



Well, I’ve gone through many a November without knowing exactly what I could get myself into. Now that I have the chance, I can’t. Sorry guys. I’ll try to keep myself writing, but I can’t do it consistently. But if my word count on The Riders reaches my initial goal of 25,000 words, I’ll be happy enough to strive to do it next year.

Also, note the new theme. It’s relatively new, called Writr, and I like it. It helps showcase my writing, posts, and the occasional picture. Again, comments are appreciated.