So we've been rather busy as you may have guessed from the radio silence the last week or so... Here's what we've been up to!
First of all, our KickStarter
is going amazingly. Still a few days left but after asking for $6,000, we've gotten over $21,500 in pledges and it's still climbing! Wow! Because of the high rate of pledges we've got some stretch goals in mind. Namely the first expansion pack, which will include some cool stuff...
Like new weapon classes!
New underground cities!
New characters to play as!
New dimensions to travel to!
So that's... You know... Exciting... And we have the budget now!
Also, we've got a few new pledge levels for if you would like to STAR IN THE GAME!!! But there are limited slots available:
$150 will net you a heap of digital goodies plus your face (redrawn by our art team) used in a painting that can be found in the game.
$250 will get you all of the digital goodies plus your face (redrawn by our art team) used as one of the shopkeepers in the game (so it'll be seen quite regularly by everyone playing it)
and $350 will get you all of the digital goodies plus your face (once again, redrawn by our art team) used as a playable hero character in the game!
So if that tickles your fancy, head on over to the KickStarter page and pledge! You only have a few days left!
In other news, we've brought on a couple of new writers. In addition to our existing team of Jordan Glew, Saxon Bell and Thomas Martin, we've brought on board Uriah Groves and Ryan A Span. Ryan may be familiar to some of you as the author of the scifi series 'STREET' and also has writing credits on titles such as Mount and Blade, so we're super stoked to have such a great writing team.
As we've mentioned in the past, we really want to have a lot of written stories in the game, and currently we're on track for having over two hundred books in the game (possibly even more) for you to find!
To whet your appetite a little, here's an excerpt from one of the stories by Ryan A Span for the game:Acolyte Corvin, Blade Scribe
36 Custodis, 921 Anno Gladii
I am alone. Clergyman Sount has cast me out of the tower. My old notebooks have been taken and burnt. Everything I own now fits into the small knapsack I carry on my shoulder. I used to think Sount was made of liver spots and hot air, but now . . .
Maybe I deserve to be cast out. I defied my elders in researching the Lost Guardian. Maybe it was for the best. There is only so much I could have learned in the tower, and my exile has only made me more determined to discover the truth. What is it about the Lost Guardian that the world is not supposed to know?
I've decided to head for the old library in Iroka. It has a number of ancient books and scrolls that might contain references to her. Her! Even her name is a mystery!
All anyone knows is that there was a time between the death of great Bae-Aern in 378 AG, and the incarnation of Frea in 384 AG, in which another Guardian must have lived. My research in the tower archives leads me to believe that this Guardian was female, and that although her life was brief and tragic, she fought several great battles with far-reaching consequences. That is all. We have hundreds, perhaps thousands of fables and legends about these others, but any record of the Lost Guardian appears to have been deliberately expunged. Removed from the world, even from Clergy archives. Someone has gone to great lengths to keep her life a secret.
I am being followed. Two figures in strangely-coloured cloaks have been shadowing me for the past two days. Whether they simply intend to rob me, or if it has something to do with my research, I must take precautions. I am making several copies of this journal and hiding them wherever I can. That way, if the worst should come to pass, at least something will remain. I live in hope that someday, someone will find them and make sure we are not forgotten.
Not her, and not I.
Your humble servant,
Postscrpt. I am recreating this poem (incomplete, 'Barth's Almanac of Fables' (578AG), mildly burnt) from memories of my destroyed notes. I beg your pardon for the poverty of my transcript.
Her hair is like midnight
And in her ___ shines fire
In battle she dances