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Title: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: James Campbell on March 16, 2016, 10:43:07 am
Hey guys.

A few months ago I posted about how I was writing a short novella based on the lore of GoI.

Something I'd love to do is get actual Character and ship name Ideas from the community, and use them as people of interest in my story.
I already have a few ideas based on characters I've met in the game, as well as a few original creations.
The lead character is my own character Jim Campbell, and I have a few other ideas for characters, but what I'd love is to put your character in the game, and if it suits what I want, you can even create his personality. I plan to use at least twelve pilots in his small fleet, with nine of them being community created. Simply name the character, state the name of his ship, the model, his piloting style and his attitude/ personality, and I can see if I can include him.
Here's the original post, as well as the basic layout of the story, minus any spoilers or plot twists. Which there will be!

https://gunsoficarus.com/community/forum/index.php/topic,6758.msg116133.html#msg116133 (https://gunsoficarus.com/community/forum/index.php/topic,6758.msg116133.html#msg116133)
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: Kamoba on March 16, 2016, 12:35:36 pm
Captain Kamoba, flying The Sky Slicer (Pyramidion armed with Gatling Artemis hades and flare.)

Brief back story:
Ex-Ryder having flown against the Mighty Fynx for a long time, Kamoba retired his Ryder mantle and joined the "Bards" for drinks, songs and shenanigans in the skies, doing merc work to pay for his new hobbies.

English accent, short temper and crazy, when not flying the Sky Slicer he pilots a Squid The Rusty Razor. Armed with mine launchers.
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: James Campbell on March 16, 2016, 03:32:53 pm
Done, 3rd in command.
Might Die spectacularly
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: C r o w on March 16, 2016, 06:08:10 pm
Captain Emil Ansager, flying the "Wish" (all hwacha Galleon).

Background:
Former Baronies high ranking officer, now a freelancer.

Tall, bearded, moustached, a total lunatic. When in need for speed he flies a double flak, double gat shrike (named "The Shriek").

Has a thing for sword combat and cursing at people in multiple languages.
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: Kamoba on March 17, 2016, 03:16:47 am
Done, 3rd in command.
Might Die spectacularly

Most of my characters tend to have dramatic over the top deaths at LARP. :) (Kaldaka, a wolf beast kin was once awarded "best death after a successful suicidal rescue mission to save his friend from a hiarde of undead! I succeeded in saving my friend and dieing.)
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: Piemanlives on March 17, 2016, 06:29:41 am
Hmmm, maybe I should begin rewriting Taken to The Skies (That pile of shite of mine).
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: Huskarr on March 17, 2016, 07:42:33 am
Chief Engineer Huskarr.


History:
He graduated from the Chaladonian Engineering academy with 16 and has travelled the world for the last two years (he's 18). He has spent a lot of time in The Arashi League where he learned to not repair by the book.

Looks:
He is 1.73m tall and has a "puberty beard" as he calls it. It grows on his chin his mustach and the sideburns.  It's not much but he's proud of it. His hair is shoulder long and he ties up the top half. He usually wears a blue top with a pink scarf and a strange contraption on his back (i.e. boiler room outfit). He has many pockets and a massive tool belt for every situation he could imagine.

Character: He is a very shy and quiet person. Once he warms up to you he'll be a lot more open, but still an introvert,
often preferring the company of his engines over humans. He is a nice guy but he'll say his opinion when asked for it, which sometimes results in trouble for him. He is a little bit crazy and randomly meows sometimes and often mumbles to himself especially when thinking very hard (a great way to write how and what he is repairing). He also will without asking destroy the work of other engineers if he knows he can do better and has no trouble admitting his mistakes. And he uses sarcasm a lot.

Likes and dislikes:
Likes: -Engineering
-Chaos
-Potato salad the way his mother makes it
-flare guns which he affectionately calls Beca
-Anglean Automatons, the reason he wants to travel to Anglea and won't stop pestering Angleans.
-Water and tea (doesn't drink anything else)
-food in general
-swords

Dislikes: -Nobility
- arrogant pricks
-guns
-superficial people

Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: James Campbell on March 17, 2016, 08:50:12 am
Thanks guys!! All looks great so far! Keep an eye on the horizon, or PM me for a bit more info if you're really curious!!
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: Schwalbe on March 17, 2016, 10:50:04 am
She is a pilot known as Swallow, but some say that she should rather be called a Shrike, due to her... violent... tendencies.

She's a tall woman, in her late twenties.
Redhaired, with shoulder length hair.
Big, steel-grey, haunted eyes - her pupils shrink harshly when enraged.
Top hat, dust-raider outfit.
Huge scars on left side of her nose, going to left cheek, other two crossing her lips - effects of a pub brawl, when somebody mistook her general calmness, and made a disgraceful remark toward her being a pilot, and not a pubmaid. The brawl when erupted, ultimately took place in entire pub, destroying much of interior, but some time after, the guy was found at the back - impaled and maimed, and Swallow - drinking ale calmly at the bar, bruised, scarred, and bloody.

Nobody was asking questions.


When in between friends, she happens to be cheerful and outgoing, laughing at jokes in her warm alto, but in battle - focused, sharp, quiet, strict, disciplined. Though not exactly. Honestly, she's unpredictable, as she can go from 100% focus to 100% berserk in a matter of seconds. Her accent is unrecognizable, unless she gets consumed by rage, when she starts screaming insults with strong Irish accent, or shrieking terrifyingly. Otherwise, she's collected. She might be psychotic, but she is not insane. No matter what, she is a lady... right?

Once she flied a goldfish names Paragnomen, Carronade front, later swapped to hwacha. She used that ship for scouting and creating situations that would give her an upper hand - after careful positioning and surprising her foes, she preyed on victim's ship - or going close range, locking the helm to take out a handcannon from a holster and carefully taking out enemy crew, one by one.

That ship was shot down, but she managed to take the bastard down with her. The crew that came to rescue her, when people found out she did not return, found her reading a book among wreckage of two ships. These guys are reluctant to speak more of what they saw there, but some speculate about the slaughter that commenced after the crush-landing. What is known for sure, that she executed her main engineer that day.

Now she flies Void Mother, a captured Mobula, and switched tactics - now she provides long range support with her Hades, and Artemises. Though sometimes she's known to attack viciously from close range, ramming enemy ships.
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: James Campbell on March 18, 2016, 09:48:29 am
Absolutely wonderful on all ends.
Another thing I would like to ask people, is if possible to draw your charachter, or give an in depth visual guide on how they look. Some people have already done this, but if you're a budding artist, I'd like to keep things as close as possible to your character vision.

Thanks guys!! Keep em coming!

Anyone who doesn't make the final "Hero Team" will be added to either a pirate crew, or an antagonist vessel. It's a very character heavy story!!
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: The Mann on March 18, 2016, 01:52:21 pm
A giant among mice.

Hailing from the northern settlement of Thuia in the Firnfelds. Was a man feared among the merchants and mercenaries travelling to the town.

Many mercenaries did not return as their target stood towering before them at a height of 200 centimetres - hiding within the shadows.

Upon stepping into the light, the Giants long raspberry coloured jacket, pink jumper and pink shaded goggles come into view. The most unusual aesthetics including a mighty-fine moustache and a top hat cradling two pink coloured explosives.

Upon declaring his allegiance to no one, he was forced into exile.

A man of leadership instead of control, he became an enemy. Many forgot his name - He forgot his own name in exile.

Only referred to as Man. People started to add an extra n to the end of wanted posters. This extra N has long been the topic of discussion within taverns. Some say it means Notorious. Others think it means Non-existent. The tall bloke sat in the shadows believes it is a sign - the direction he is heading.

Many things are unknown about the Mann. Some say he was a commander within the Yeshan Empire. Piloting the vanguard of the fleet - the Pyramidion. Others say was a Baronite - a man of royalty capable of piloting bizarre baronite vessels such as the Mobula. Few think Mann may be a former mercenary from the Arashi League - a speed demon with tremendous skill piloting Squids.

The lack of communication with the outside world drove him to insanity. He began laughing to himself maniacally. He would cover his engines in moonshine for an adrenaline boost. Without leaving a trace, the mad man travelled further north than ever documented before - in search of a new beginning.
Alas, no one can truly know unless finding him. The question is, Who?
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: C r o w on March 18, 2016, 04:02:55 pm
''Drive me closer! I want to hit them with my sword!'' is one of his battle one-liners.
''HELMSMAN! GET US TO RAMMING SPEED!'' is also very frequent.
He's the only idiot capable of bringing a sword to a gunfight and actually come out safe and sound.

Grinning, snarking, commenting, being very ironical, sarcastic, cynical and even downright annoying are his main hobbies.

Sucks at hand to hand combat, has a decent aim with guns, it's a wonderful swordsman.

Did I alrady say he is a miracle-maker in sword combat?

When in combat he stays all the time with the mask on.
When out he spends a lot of time stroking his moustache.
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: James Campbell on March 18, 2016, 05:18:09 pm
Unfortunately Crow I cannot take some of those lines. They;re from WarHammer 40k :D

I'll gladly use your character though!

Also the Mann, sounds good, but a bit of a "Mary Sue" character.
I can use some of his aspects, but he's a little too mysterious to use in a compelling narrative. If you have any other ideas or want to change anything, please keep them coming!
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: Schwalbe on March 18, 2016, 05:54:55 pm
(http://i.imgur.com/WGAib01.jpg)

(http://i.imgur.com/WWbYnvT.jpg)

Only with cold, steel-grey eyes, and more fiery hair.



Swallow's gun, as described in PM:

(http://media.liveauctiongroup.net/i/15606/15605246_2.jpg?v=8CFDDF8F58BB150)

...only firing high-speed magnum rounds.


She is really good with her gun, she's also good at stealth.
Master tactician, when collected.

And I'd rather see her in a 'hero' team, than villanous one - consider it a challange.
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: C r o w on March 18, 2016, 06:15:27 pm
Unfortunately Crow I cannot take some of those lines. They;re from WarHammer 40k :D

Hey, as long there are crazy , very angry men, swords AND vehicles, the ''drive me closer'' phrase can be applied everywhere!

Still, np if you belive it is not fitting.

Is then yelling ''ramming speed'' legitimate?
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: Schwalbe on March 18, 2016, 06:24:16 pm
Don't even try "DRIVE ME CLOSER I WANT TO HIT THEM WITH MY SPANNER" :P This one's mine Crow :p
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: C r o w on March 18, 2016, 06:56:49 pm
Don't even try "DRIVE ME CLOSER I WANT TO HIT THEM WITH MY SPANNER" :P This one's mine Crow :p
Would never even dare.

I would use a mallet at least anyway, it's a more weapon-like object.
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: James Campbell on March 19, 2016, 08:35:04 am
Is then yelling ''ramming speed'' legitimate?

Oh god yes. That's the subtitle of the novel.
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: The Mann on March 19, 2016, 11:46:10 am
I am very interested in this novel you are working on. :D

When can we expect to see a copy?
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: James Campbell on March 19, 2016, 01:07:43 pm
I'll be releasing it chapter by chapter, hopefully once a month, or once every fortnight, Chapters 1 and two will be released together, and eventually I'll need to secure funding for an actual publication.

We won't see any user characters until maybe hcapter 5, but it'll probobly be a 20-25 chapter story, so they'll form up as the main character base. If I recieve a few more options I can use them as supporting characters, in anecdotes, references or antagonists.

Also thank you to those who submitted art, I'm in work at the moment, and won't be able to take note of them until tonight, however once again, thank you all!!

Keep them coming!! The more the merrier!!
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: James Campbell on March 20, 2016, 12:34:56 pm
To give it away early. Here is the introductory chapter to the novel. Consider this and Chapter 2 to be the prologue.
Not much in the way of Lore here, and certain details are still pending, for example names of pirate/ raider gangs that loom around the coasts. This is more to set the scene for the first skirmish of the novel, and to become familiar with the characters

The boson character is also not set in stone. His name is Mister Ash Thomas, however for the moment he is more of a placeholder, so If you have an idea for a character, he can be shoehorned in if need be!

Feedback is appreciated and criticism is welcomed, as long as it is constructive.

Thanks!!!

http://sonsoficharus.blogspot.com/2016/03/sons-of-icharus-chapter-1.html (http://sonsoficharus.blogspot.com/2016/03/sons-of-icharus-chapter-1.html)
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: Schwalbe on March 20, 2016, 02:25:32 pm
Play around with color schemes, because this is so bright it burns my eyes.
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: James Campbell on March 20, 2016, 02:33:12 pm
Are you talking about the internet page? It's my blog that I use as a scrapboard and stuff. Sorry if it's ugly  :D
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: Schwalbe on March 20, 2016, 03:03:06 pm
It's too bright, that's what I meant.

About the story: I like how it goes so far, it's nice introduction. There are few mistakes, though I must say that I won't recall them now and I'm not a native speaker (PL).

A little hint for writing, from someone who tried it more in the past than would like to admit: write stuff down, LEAVE IT COMPLETELY ALONE for at least a week so you can forget stuff you wrote, come back to it when it sink and turns to dust, read it, correct stuff that is not sound.
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: Kamoba on March 20, 2016, 03:31:34 pm
It's too bright, that's what I meant.

About the story: I like how it goes so far, it's nice introduction. There are few mistakes, though I must say that I won't recall them now and I'm not a native speaker (PL).

A little hint for writing, from someone who tried it more in the past than would like to admit: write stuff down, LEAVE IT COMPLETELY ALONE for at least a week so you can forget stuff you wrote, come back to it when it sink and turns to dust, read it, correct stuff that is not sound.

Can confirm this is a good thing to try!
Back when I used to write, if I re-read something while it was still fresh in my mind I would miss mistakes, or basic quality issues, but after re-reading after a long break, would find mistakes or re-write paragraphs to something which usually ended up reading smoothly.

Also agreed that the introduction feels good, looking forward to seeing more.
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: C r o w on April 01, 2016, 03:39:37 am
Anyway, I kindly ask the OP to post here something to remember more distracted people, like me, when a new chapter is released.
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: James Campbell on April 01, 2016, 10:06:02 am
I certainly will
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: TimTim LaBaguette on April 08, 2016, 05:55:09 am
I read the intro chapter and really enjoyed it, I like your style of writing and am eager to see what's next !
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: Alan Breck Stewart on April 26, 2016, 04:00:59 pm
any chance you might still want a character?
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: Skymonger on April 26, 2016, 04:49:08 pm
any chance you might still want a character?

I second this too.

Any needs for some new characters?
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: ShadedExalt on April 26, 2016, 05:46:53 pm
Gaige.

Ex-Mercantile Fleet, now a freelance tinker and mercenary.  6 feet tall, built lean and wiry.  Wears a pure white trenchcoat with god knows how many pockets lining the inside.  Heavily scarred face, and wears a newsboy's cap to cover his steel gray hair. Friendly, and always joking, but never one to make too many ties.  Carries a very, very, very large gun.

(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/fallout/images/2/22/Ranger_Sequoia_01.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110728131958)

Excellent engineer that is always able to whip up a gadget to help with a given problem.
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: Alan Breck Stewart on April 27, 2016, 11:38:54 am
I guess I'll just go for it,

Captain Alan Stewart, Pilot of the Galleon class Iron Hurricane, 22nd squadron, Barony Air Navy

Elaborate backstory you may or may not give a crap about:

Alan is notably young for a captain, barely 24, and fresh out of the academy where he graduated in the top 10 of his class. Although it is very rare for the sons of commoners (he's a blacksmith's son) to receive a position there, Alan did so by the recommendation of a Baron for merits in battle as an enlisted engineer. At the age of 18 he was drafted to help man a mission against an organized piracy fleet. During the battle, the ship he was stationed on was ambushed and quickly disabled, in the chaos the pilot was injured, order was lost, and a boarding attack ensued. Alan overcame his first attacker, and after confiscating a sword, eliminated the entire boarding party one by one. With this critical breather, the first mate was able to take command and direct the ship to save the nearby Baron's flagship from a similar dilemma. The same Baron would later recommend Alan to the academy. Soon after graduating he was granted command of the Iron Hurricane and is currently serving as an active Captain in the Barony military.

Personal traits:

An excellent leader, known to be very effective at rallying any crew to perform as a tightly coordinated unit greater than the sum of the parts.
Rather taciturn and reserved, except when in command, when he reverses into a loud, boisterous commander.
Proficient at hand to hand combat, probably developed from a combination of school fight (he wasn't ever the biggest kid on the block) and personal curiosity.
Exemplary swordsman, possibly developed from being around swords often as his father was a well established bladesmith. The champion fencer of his officer class, his technical proficiency increased substantially during his academy years, especially footwork and point control. He often stops an oncoming attack with a calm stab to the opponents wrist.
Not a horrible shot with personal firearms but nothing that compares to some of the crack shots in the airship field.
His personality is best described as very military. He is loyal, organized, prudent, analytical, and trusting.
Has been rumored to have fun every now and then, but eyewitnesses are scarce.

Appearance:
Altogether medium build with a stern clean shaven face. Most often seen in the standard Barony Air Navy uniform, navy blue double breasted officer suit with white trim, matching bicorn, black knee high boots mirror shined,  sometimes with a long grey trench coat in cold or windy weather.


Ok, was that obnoxiously detailed enough? Yeah I'd like him to be a good guy, of course I would, but if you make him a villain I won't complain, it's not my story. He might make a good neutral or supporting character.

 It seems lots of characters have excellent sword abilities, maybe some opportunity there for a rivalry, maybe some friendly competition. I fence in real life so I'd be happy to answer swordfighting questions.

I'd draw a pic but that would take a while, maybe I'll add one later.



Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: Skymonger on April 27, 2016, 03:01:15 pm
Alright I'll post my imagination as well. Considering how these other two ^ are pushing ahead as well.
So...meh TAKE IT ALL, (non sexually of course,)

-Tech Captain Kai Severastapole, pilot and engineer of the Spire class "Heaven's Nail"
Once part of the 65th Icelandic Raid Angels for the Anglean Republic.

Officially reported missing in action after an Avalance Buried him and 23 other ships during a raid in Firnfeld. Unofficially recruited into Angleans Black tech excavation program.

Backstory: Kai was born on the edge of the Anglean republic on the Outskirts of Tamblair. Supposedly he was born to a middle class engineer family and learned the basics of Tinkering and Old age technology at the age of 7.
Unfortunately any known records about him or his family were destroyed in a yeshan firebombing skirmish where he was reported running to the mountain town of Selenasgorsk just a few short miles away east of Tamblair.
Years later At the age of 14 or so, the town of Selenasgorsk was wiped off the map in a massive explosion.Except for Kai, no other survivors were reported. he was immediately apprehended by Anglean officials investigating the explosion and was recruited into the military after he destroyed two Anglean Corsairs  and encased 73 men in ice using an old world prototype weather engine.
Since then, he obediently served the 65th Raid Angels till he was buried in an avalanche at the age of 19.
He apparently survived and rescued survivors from other half buried ships during the Firnfeld burial and fended off two Baronite Ice patrols and a pirate attack over the course of three months. This lead him to be promoted into Angleas Black tech divisions when he was rescued
Since then, he has traveled among the frozen peaks of Anglea searching for relics of the past in his modified Spire. Offering his services and expertise to anyone needing a hand in mechanics.

Reported qualities:
Given how he is supported by Angleas top secret Technoguards, his official file can't be obtained and all known traits about him are from eyewitnesses of dubious quality.
-He apparently is a mute. According to the town of Hanat, the governor says that Kai was impaled by a frozen piece of metal in his throat and communicated to him via Paper and a strange Phonograph device in his throat.
-He uses Lost technology and wields the weather.  The town of Athmor reports seeing him using Lightning with his hands and was seen scouring various ruins with a retinue of "Iron men" While this account might be questionable, a yeshan battle group was reportedly forced to retreat after being hit by a sudden blizzard surrounding a glowing spire.
-Inhuman marksmanship.
While this might be excused because of his access to Old world technology, a baronite Frigate and her escorts repeatively sent distress calls to any nearby fleet, reporting that "their crewmans heads were exploding" before going silent 20 minutes later.
Responders report the ships being looted and relatively undamaged. With only Mercury shells buried inside the captains faces. While we can't determine with certainty that this WAS Kai's work, a crewman was found beside the word "spire" written in his own blood can't be written off.

Appearance.
Once again, with only hearsay from eyewitness reports being our best source...
Kai travels the world in his 6 engined spire "The heaven's nail"  it supposedly has been modified to mount two battleship gun turrets from the old world, with other modified Armaments. And equipment somewhere within its inner workings.

He wears a Grey trench coat and hood as camouflage, has a metallic Eye patch with a glowing blue cross on it and is reported to not have a leg or arm. Apparently being replaced by Metal prosthetics.
Other accounts mention a third arm on his back, but no confirmation as of yet.

He also uses a massive 40mm scoped Cannon rifle and a c96 Mauser pistol whenever he must fight personally.

All information in the apprehension of this man and his supporters will greatly aid Baronies and Yeshan armies in their attacks against Anglea and we ask kindly that you do not divulge information on him for the sake of our security.

- The Anglean Skyguard.

There you go. That's my character.
This was more of a flex at my imagination than outright saying you should make a story with me in it. But y know. What ever works right?
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: C r o w on May 03, 2016, 04:54:08 am
A month since the last chapter has passed, now I DEMAND the next!
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: TimTim LaBaguette on May 03, 2016, 05:12:54 am
I second that, I'm eager to read more !
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: Alan Breck Stewart on May 03, 2016, 01:54:11 pm
chill, writing is hard
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: Schwalbe on May 03, 2016, 02:50:34 pm
Yup.

Ya wanna some quality writing? Shut yer trap and develop some patience.
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: TimTim LaBaguette on May 03, 2016, 05:00:58 pm
We just want an update
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: Schwalbe on May 04, 2016, 01:53:36 pm
Ah. Ok, I misunderstood. My bad, I'm sorry.

Yeeeaaaah, an update, even short "Working on it" might be a nice idea.
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: Schwalbe on July 12, 2016, 09:35:36 am
So I guess the idea fucking died and is rotting in it's shallow grave.

Pity.
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: James Campbell on August 25, 2016, 08:07:08 am
Greetings.

OP here.

As a full time working professional it's really hard to get ideas down with my writing partner, and get things moving. We have the first chapter as a WIP and I'd be happy to release chapter 2 once we're happy with it.
It does often seem like it's died in the dirt, but that's simply because we run through so much, scrap it all, and have problems meeting up. I'm in charge of main story drive whereas the other member is in charge of background and lore building, seeing as it's an entirely "Accepted Lore" that we'#re working on we're applying some artistic license to try and get more balance and culture in the mix to create a more vibrant and harsh world.

Please please, continue to submit characters, as we love to read them, and will try to get them into the story as much as we can, pending availability and suitability to plot device.

Once again, the story is a WIP and is constantly being developed.

Thank you all so much for interest and support, and we hope to catch you all soon!!!

Jim
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: James Campbell on August 25, 2016, 08:16:13 am
http://sonsoficharus.blogspot.ie/2016/08/sons-of-icarus-chapter-2.html

Here is the link for the WIP Chapter 2.

Again please keep in mind we are working on it. We appreciate any help and support along the way!

Jim
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: Huskarr on August 25, 2016, 01:27:08 pm
YAAAY thanks for actually continuing this after a lot of us thought it died. :)
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: twiddlesworth on August 27, 2016, 04:22:08 pm
Hi guys other writer here making an appearance. apologies for the dearth of content, we were working on it whilst living together, then we weren't living together for like a year. now we're living together again so work continues.

as mentioned I'm in charge of lore and general plot, got any questions about our vision for the world just ask
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: James Campbell on September 21, 2016, 10:51:26 am
New Chapter development. Just to show an idea of how the world we're building is a little different. Also to give more of an idea of where the story is going. It's also about a quarter of the way through the story itself. So it does jump a little.


http://sonsoficharus.blogspot.ie/2016/09/the-librarian.html

A long corridor gives way to a massive cavernous room. The walls filled with shelving which in turn were filled with books. The Guildern Library smelled of leather, old manuscript and a strange stale smell mixed with the perfumed air. The dust particles hung in the shining sunbeams, creating intricate patterns throughout the mosaic glass. The sound of shuffling echoing throughout the cavern. Pages turned, slow footsteps, general muttering and light scribbling made up the delicate cacophony in the library.  A small man in dark robes notices Jim by the door and displays a slight smiles before beckoning him over. He draws open a large book by the desk and readies a quill. his voice deep and enthusiastic.
"Master Campbell, how can we assist you today? More on the history of the Icarus perhaps? Supposed Memoirs of Gabriel? Or perhaps a little more research on the history of the Titans?"
Jim smiled and shook his head,  "Something a little more dour I'm afraid. Do you have anything on the Red Death?"
The smile quickly soured on the librarians face,  and he recapped his quill. Jim thought he tapped a sensitive subject.
"There's nothing on that I'm afraid. We've scoured the archives and our scholars have travelled the entire continent looking for information."
"And?"
"Nothing. Not a damn thing. It's been the top priority ever since its return over the last few years. All we know is the symptoms,  the sickness and the end result. No treatments,  no medicine,  only quarantine and death. I assume you've been the one tasked with the retrieval of this miracle worker?"
Jim nodded, "Yeah,  they want my flotilla to retrieve him. They're sending two others as a show of force but it rests with us."
"I see. Well I understand you're moving to Cathedral to find his contact. Does he want to be found?"
"I assume so,  that's why he reached out to the church." Jim noted the genuine interest of the Master Librarian.
"Looking to encounter much resistance? Anyone in particular you're looking to avoid?"
Jim thought about the various nations and the tactics each one employs. His mind raced straight to one with a slight tweak of fear in his spine.
"The Chaladonians." he remarked.
The Librarian was strangely delighted with this answer, and his smile returned.
"Ah yes, the heavily armoured Inquisitors! The shield walls, the ancient piety,  zeal and religious fervour,  the honour of one on one combat and the constant knowledge that your fight is the right one!"
"You seem to be more than interested in the Chaladonians"
The old man smiled unabashed by his interest. He turns and draws a small piece of manuscript from the shelf behind him, and points to one of the notes.
An account of the White Dukedom, from the Great War to the War of the Fjords, by Magnus Hall.
"Is that you?"
"Yes. It's the scripture that allowed me access to the Library in the first place. The former Master Librarian was impressed and commissioned it as a full work."
"Where's the White Dukedom?" Jim asked, slightly confused.
"The White Dukedom was at war with the Mountain Compact, and after the war they all found themselves believing they fought the war for different reasons. Most of the nation assumed they fought because they were trying to expand the Dukedom, soldiers were trying to prove themselves as knights to claim new land and try and start a fortune. The rest assumed they were fighting for the glory of their religion. The Order of Chaladon was formed by Duke Chaladon, and he instated a religious institution which stands to this day. They don't believe in a deity, but rather a unique presence that watches over everything."
"So the Baronies were unhappy with this."
"Indeed. They saw this as a rebellion, and as the religious moved to the East to form this new Order, the less religious moved West to maintain the secular senate. After the failed negotiation, war eventually ignited, and that's why the conflict is still raging to this day."
Jim took a moment to process, and grunted in acknowledgement.
"After all my experience with both nations, I never once found someone who knew why they were really fighting."
"Internal propaganda makes sure they just know who the enemy is, not why they are the enemy."
"Oddly prophetic from a secular scholar."
Magnus liked that, smirked a little and gave a slight wink.
"So what's your plan for the meeting?"
Jim took a walk to the bay window at the side of the library, Magnus by his side. He took a long look at the desert meeting the ocean in the distance, and the high walls of the city.
"I'll dismount and meet him in one of the outlying district. I'll send in Gaige to make contact, and to arrange a proper meeting with myself and my council. Then we'll make an arrangement, and we'll bring him back here."
"Is that what you think is right?"
"I'm paid to do a job"
A slight dissatisfied grunt was Magnus' response.
"Master Campbell, you'll never be overly successful if you just follow. Even as your own commander, you're still under the command of another. "
"Well I'm a mercenary right now, I can choose my own boss and turn down jobs, that's all I can do for the moment."
"Take a moment when you're finished this assignment. I feel this will either make or break you, and potentially lead to a new age in technology."
"Thank you,scholar."
Jim nodded and left Magnus to his work again, leaving the corridor and walking back outside to the fresher air of Vyshtorg. He took a deep breath letting the cool air fill his lungs before reaching into his jacket for his pipe and tobacco. Looking over the railing of the staircase back down to the city he was overlooking the market district, and could see the airdock several blocks down and could make out a few of the ships in his flotilla. He took some of the tobacco and rolled it into a small but loose clump before slotting it into the pipe. He lit the match against the railing and ignited the tobacco before taking a small puff and exhaling through his nose. The aromatic smoke ran around his jacket, into his collar and throughout the space around him.
A set of footsteps behind him announced the presence of another.
"Anything"
Jim turned and saw Swallow making her way towards him, eyes slightly unfocused and breath hinting of moonshine.
"Not a damn thing. Mostly another lecture and some smoke about the Chaladons and Baronies."
"Shame" She steps towards him and takes his pipe, taking a quick puff and handing it back.
"Looks like we're going to have to do this the way the Guild want it."
Jim takes one long draw and turns, his cloak whirling behind him, and Swallow following beside.
"Maybe something will come up when we get there"
"The way I think, everyone knows where this guy is, so we need to make sure we're the first ones there. Otherwise it'll be a scramble, and it might get violent."
"Exciting"
"Mmmm"
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: James Campbell on May 16, 2017, 08:04:46 am
Bump for the sake of saying its not dead.

ARISE STORY.

Started a new job and now just getting back into the swing of things. I'm currently rerunning through character design and finishing some of the minor details in the way the ship lore is working i.e. why people are using ships instead of fixed wing aircraft. I tend to try and build the back lore and work the story around it rather than the story telling the lore.
I apologise for those who were interested and want more, I have not forgotten about it.

Lots of love for the guys supporting.

Jim
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: Huskarr on May 16, 2017, 08:55:01 am
All Aboard the
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*choo choo*
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: James Campbell on May 16, 2017, 10:13:50 am
It lives
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: ShadedExalt on May 16, 2017, 04:22:39 pm
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Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: MightyKeb on May 17, 2017, 12:31:48 pm
PMed you a character last year, pretty much forgot about it recently. Welcome back.
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: James Campbell on May 18, 2017, 04:16:25 am
I have it.
he submitted characters will be used in some capacity, but not all will be used exactly as given.
Some will be background minor characters whereas one or two will be used as actual supporting characters, again with a differing personality inspired by some of the community.

I'll do my best to field as many as I can, even in passing stories.
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: James Campbell on September 06, 2017, 11:24:47 am
Behold! The finished chapter 2!!! Any feedback about the story is highly appreciated!

The clouds gave birth to a large hulking ship. It looked like a ship that should be on water, but instead of sails, it had a large grey balloon and bristled with weapons from bow to stern. The buzz from it's engines was a deep rumble, and as it descended through the cloud cover it was followed by two more ships, all similarly built but with different colours, some greys, browns, reds and purples. All three ships pointed their bow down and their engines flared to life with tar like smoke billowing from the propellers in the rear. As they descended they broke from one group into three ships, and one headed for Jim's ship while the other two craft circled around to the rear.
Jim noted the crew freezing, and Ash was completely in awe of what was happening. As the ships drew close he could hear the whirr of the propellers and the hiss of the air in the balloon. Jim gripped his sword and ordered Ash to his side.
"Get the engineers to push the engines as hard as they'll go. More fuel, we need to be moving as fast as we can. Use the moonshine if you have too!" Jim barked at the large man, who scurried uncharacteristically to the engine decks below, to bawl and yell at the engineers.
Jim knew however, that they were not going to escape, they just needed to be moving as fast as possible, and generate some kind of smokestack from the funnel to attract enough attention. It was a shoddy plan, but it had to do.
Milano ran to the weapons locker, and collected the remaining rifles, and handed Jim his officers pistol, a long, well crafted, pistol, ornamented beautifully and adorned with golden markings and engravings. Jim checked the barrel, and loaded the cartridge into the breech, before snapping the breech shut with a flick of his wrist. He grabbed a rifle from Milano and did the same, snapping open the breech, and placing a small cartridge into the slot, and pocketing a few more of the charges into his pockets and bandoliers around his waist. He played with a charge before inspecting it. Universal ammunition for ballistic weapons was very common nowadays. They contained all the components for a bullet; wadding, powder and the projectile itself. All contained within a cartridge for easy transport and fast loading. Jim snapped the breach closed on the rifle, threw it to a crewman, and commanded the nearest crewman to take the helm and to keep the heading straight.
Taking a deep breath he approached the steps and looked at the two seas in front of him. One a calm ocean of water, slightly brushed by the wind., the other a sea of frightened young faces, clutching a mixture of rifles, hand axes and personal weapons. Jim decided now was a good time to try and draw some courage.
"We are not safe. I'll not lie. Some of you are possibly going to die. Let's not pretend that we are children. I'm not your mother, and I'm certainly not going to tell you it's all going to be alright. What I will do is protect you all as much as I possibly can. We are not soldiers. We are not hardened men, ready to jump into the gates of hell to fight the devil himself. We are sailors. All we can do is our best. So all of you get ready to either die fighting for your miserable life, or find new purpose in how you live. Are you with me?!"
"Aye, Captain!" came a rousing chorus of hardy voices. They looked less afraid, but no more intimidating. Faces were hardened, aim was steady and voices were loud and deep. Some of the boys had just become men. Ash still looked afraid, but he had a new love for living in his eyes, and clutched his rifle and began to take aim.
"Ash, get the Captain," said Jim, not wanting any shots fired yet until they knew what the raiders were up to.
"Aye," and off he went down the steps.
Jim took position with some of the men at the starboard side where the primary ship was heading. Jim stood leaning on the railings, trying to see what the ships were about. They looked like they were forming a perimeter, ready to surround and sink the ship if not compliant. They had every advantage; height, speed, maneuvering, weaponry, crew, training and worst of all; nothing to lose. Jim's men had families, lives, loved ones and dreams. Jim was hoping they'd fight hard to save what they had. Jim's sweat ran cold down his face and back, soaking into his long johns, leaving his still neat dress uniform only specked with some of the wash from the sea. He removed his hat and threw it to Milano who scuttled off to put it away in his quarters. The boy was only in his mid teens, still wet behind the ears. Time seemed to slow down as Jim watched him make his way down the steps, bumping into Ash who was returning from rousing the captain, however empty handed. Ash opened his mouth to say something but was drowned out by the sound of a dull explosion which rocked the Aurora. The ship swayed to the side and the deck buckled, smoke and flame rising from the staircase leading to the decks below. The young hopeful was blasted out of the hatch, smoldering and lifeless. The crew were all shook off their feet.
"Report!" Cried Jim as he came to his feet.
"A shot into the side, sir! Topside aport, not taking water yet." yelled a crewman from the side of the ship.
"Should we return fire, Sir?" Ash asked from the ground.
"No, twas a warning shot, we won't stand a chance at range." Jim replied without looking
"A warning shot? They hit us directly! A well aimed and lethal hit, Sir!"
"That's their way, For them the fact that they didn't kill us all is enough to warn us."
"Sir, we need to -"
"Enough!" Jim needed to take control, Ash, as large as he is, was starting to panic. As loyal as a guard dog is, you need to show it the chain to allow it to bare it's teeth. 
 "Boson! Get to the Flak gun, get them sighted and ready to fire, but only on my mark. If I see you cowering and silent, you'll wish they captured you. Now get a move on, man!!"
Ash nodded, a shameful but angry nod, and turned to walk to the bow. As he walked on he gathered momentum, rolling his shoulder and unsheathing his baton, a long knobbed club, and began rapping it against the deck railings. Jim couldn't hear the words, but the crew's faces were as good a transcript as any. No other man could speak an incantation to rally men like Ash Thomas.
Leaving them to it, Jim returned to the helm, and took control of the radio. Setting it to local broadcast he took a look at the ships still bearing down, now beginning to surround the Aurora.
"This is the," Jim paused and thought about the explosion below decks.
"This is Captain Jim Campbell of the Middle Ancient, vessel from the Merchant Navy of the Order of Chaladon. We are a peaceful ship, however we are armed. We can and will defend ourselves if fired upon again. You have been warned. However we will peacefully surrender any supplies we have that are valuable to you. We are carrying trade goods from the Mercantile Guild that will fetch fair pri-"
A suddenly deep, low voice interrupted the broadcast.
"Your lives are ours. You are the cargo. We will take what you have. You will be sold, or you will die protecting that useless piece of machinery that you-"
Jim slammed the handpiece into the speaker, shattering the coils within and breaking the whole thing.
"Nichols, retake the helm and keep swerving port to starboard. Be unpredictable. I'll get you the greatcoat."
Taking the greatcoat from the weapons cabinet, he fixed it around the waist of the helmsman. "The clips fit into the trousers, and then the upper section is worn like a regular jacket, now arms in. Good lad. It's heavy, but it'll feel natural, and it'll protect you from any shrapnel. Now haul arse and get busy moving", and with that Jim slammed the Middle Ancient to full ahead and returned to the centre of the ship.
"Right. We're fighting. Noone fire until I give the order. Anyone without a weapon, either be ready to pick up a rifle from someone who falls, or keep a supply of ammunition. Ready your rifles."
He could see the men loading their rifles clumsily, looking at each other and starting to rally themselves. The raider ships were getting closer and closer. The main ship bearing down on them was now less than five hundred meters away, with the other two moving around to the sides and rear.
Jim decided it was time to act.
"Ready." The men tok positions at the edge of the ship, clutching their rifles.
"Aim." The crew took aim, a dozen rifles, plus the flak cannon.
There was no sound apart form the spray of the sea and the steady hum of the airships. Jim grabbed his telescope from his belt and peered through the lenses. The ship came into focus, and his heart sank. The vessel was a massive junker with open decks and a steel bottom. Ropes hung off of the sides like tentacles. Crewmen were hanging off of the side and from the ropes, waving around weapons. The other two ships seemed like smaller versions of the same class.
"Fire!"
The crew rippled with a short burst of fire. The air stung with the smell of gunpowder and smoke.
A dozen tiny smoke trails flew towards the ship and all of them fell short, dipping below the hull.
"Charge arms!! Aim higher! Flak, open fire! Now!"
A mix of confused gestures and scrambling was the response before the position started firing. A single shot was met with a massive jump from each crewman, before they regained their composure and started firing for full effect. A sharp, steady booming rumble shook the ship as the flak sent timed explosive shells into the sky. The shots sailed for several hundred metres before bursting into a black cloud. They were failing short, exploding too soon, but the raiders started weaving already. Buying more time is all.
Jim ordered another volley and the shots still fell too low. The ship was growing ever closer, now around three hundred metres. Jim snatched a rifle from a crewman, loaded and took aim. The sights were rusted and fill of grime. Jim wipe it on his sleeve and tried again. He could make out a crewman hanging off of the bow cables. The wind was behind him, but the ship was moving, as well as the momentum of the enemy ship. He aimed about ten feet above and five to the left. the trigger was stiff as he squeezed, and fired a shot. The shot curved right against the momentum of the ship and began to dip, but found its mark. The target was surrounded by a red spray and was blasted off of the cable, falling hundreds of metres into the sea. He threw the rifle back to the deck hand and ordered another volley. This time the shots found their mark. More crewmen either disappeared from view or fell from the ship itself. Splinters and sparks exploded from the bottom of the hull. Two more volleys and the ship was starting to smoke. Heavy black smog began pouring out of the bottom of the ship. The crewmen started to cheer as they were reloading faster and even trading places to shoot. a small grin teased Jim's lips as he saw them enjoying it, but he knew it can only get worse. He was right. Muzzle flashes began coming from the top and middle decks. Steady regimented fire began peppering the ocean and walking it's way towards the deck. The smiling crewmen stopped laughing and began panicking. The deck began exploding in splinters. Several crewmen were bleeding from splinters and bullet wounds alike. To their credit they kept firing. The flak gun was finally hitting the ship with bursting shots, shots smashing into the deck and sending more raiders tumbling into the sea. The junker slammed into full speed and within mere moments was directly over the Middle Ancient. the flak gun continued firing into the belly of the ship but the shells were bursting on the edge, showering the deck in shrapnel.
"Cease Fire!!" Jim yelled over the cacophany but they couldn't hear. Ash was already heading over, ddging the red hot shrapnel comin from above.
"Make ready! They're about to board. Anone with a rifle stay as you are and fire as they come in, everyone else use your hatchets and anyting you can find!"
Jim's commands were falling on ready ears as they realised the gravity of what was happening. The riflemen stood in a line and aimed at the hatches above, with the rest clutching hand axes, crowbars, grapples, fishing spears and anything they could find. Some had old momentos from home in the form of knives, daggers, old cutlesses and the occasional shortsword, but most had what they could find. Fear, anger and a range of other emotions were plastered across the faces of them all, all of them baptised in a hail of fire thy hadn't signed up for. Jim felt anger, with hints of sadness and fear. He was not afraid to die, only afraid to let the men under his command die. He undid the clasp on his scabbard and gripped his sword handle, fixing his right fist under the hand gaurd and gripping it tight.  The black smoke that was billowing from the rear of the engine was now funnelling through large pipes at the bottom and began to flow onto the deck, swamping the entire ship in black smog.
As the bottom hatches of the intruders burst open above him and the sounds of shouting took up and became louder his knuckles grew white, and he suddenly realised, with all his training, all of his command and combat experience, he had never fought, let alone killed another man with his sword. Loud thumps annouced the arrival of his foe, and they emerged through the darkness.
Title: Re: GoI Fan Fiction
Post by: James Campbell on September 06, 2017, 03:21:50 pm
Chapter 3 is well underway. It's a brutal close combat sequence, with as much work put into swordplay and authenticity as I could find. Should be out very soon. Hope you enjoy!