Overworld Online Recruiting

[ZoSo]

> Im looking for Skilled people who know what they're doing. I'll need potential pixel-artists, which i doubt i'll find here really :P. (No offence so anybody..) But yeah, the thing im looking for is a good LORE writer. Somebody who can write really fancy, we allready have decided on a story, it just needs to be written down detailed.
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> I'll need some kind of examples, which you can post here in this topic… Dont post if you aint got something to show-off. Also if you believe you might be able to help out with the project in any other way, feel free to reply. I'll also _maybe_ needing a skilled coder. Unless Harold or Robin decides to help me out :).

**Game Info**

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> > Im proud to present **Overworld Online**!
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> > Overworld is a new 2D online RPG under development, Overworld will be a game that mainly focus on Player vs. Player combat, Group Dungeons and Boss fights. With an unique Leveling system based on five Ranks that unlock different chapters of the game, we hope to bring a less grindy type of game. The game will also feature a faction system, crafting and alot more!
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> > The graphics are being made entirely from scratch to fit the gameplay style, story and setting of the game. Overworld will use Eclipse Origins as a base engine and the game will be released for testing as soon as stage one is completed, that being the first level of content.
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> > More updates will be posted soon!
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[Mulkaar]

Hello ZoSo, my name is George, I am a developing creative writer. Currently I am writing my own novel/series for practise/possible commerical use and I would like to write some stuff for you as practise. I use David Gemmel as a large influence in my writing as he is my faviourite author. This is an extract from my novel "Stormsword" it is yet to be properly tweaked and added into the novel but I am happy to show other examples via msn only. My msn is [email protected]

This is a fight between Kirlain Redwood (The Main Character) and 11 Bounty Hunters who have ambushed Kirlain.

>! Kirlain stood there defiantly. He was clad from head to toe in silver armour; it was adorned with the marks and symbols of the order, the magical runes omitting a faint ethereal light. Slowly, Kirlain un-clipped the fur cloak from his shoulder, it had been a gift two years ago from his mentor and he had kept it ever since, it was hardly a treasure to the eyes. The dull granite fur was matted and hung in clumps rather than freely, dried dirt and blood and ill use had destroyed the former glory of the cloak, still, the cloak was warm and the hide of the northern wolves was renowned for its weight; light and hard, perfect for winter covers. The wind howled as rain lashed the silver armour, a sharp hiss sounded as Kirlain drew his double handed sword, it was masterfully crafted, a steel blade reinforced with iron. The handle was of ebony and gold. The Stormsword had not been crafted in the forges of a blacksmith’s but in the forges of magic, the hilt was adorned with carvings of animals.
>! “Well you whoresons, how much longer before I take your souls?” The sound of Kirlain’s voice amplified by the masterwork of the armour created an unearthly sound, his voice had a great impact on the eleven men who stood around him. At first they had seemed cocky, almost too confident that they were going to murder Kirlain and receive their reward, in their eyes it was an easy job, but little did they know he was a Silversword Templar. A wolf’s howl to the west broke the silence and brought the men to their senses. They charged with a cry and the battle begun.
>! Kirlain grasped his sword and rushed to meet them, he ducked under a wild slash and sliced upwards Stormsword ripping through flesh and bone expertly, the man fell back the scream not managing to reach his lips and instead leaving his body in a shudder of breath, Kirlain turned and charged head first into the two warriors in front, they fell and Kirlain rolled onto his should and back to his feet. Kirlain remembered his training perfectly and it showed now, a scream of metal on metal as he parried a downwards cut, he flicked his sword to the left disarming the man and then plunged Stormsword into the man’s chest, he turned and sidestepped a man’s lunge, knocking it aside he decapitated the man, his face twisted in agony it fell with a thud. Three men approached carefully now, one to his right, another to his left and one from behind. The man from behind charged with a downwards cut as the man from the left charged with a lunge, Kirlain sidestepped to his right and sliced Stormsword into a man’s shoulder blade, blood and gore sprayed from the wound as the man fell screaming. He then spun on his heel slicing at neck height, one man ducked but the other was not fast enough and collapsed choking on his own blood. As the man rose from his duck Kirlain caught him with a thrust to the chest yelling in pain the man fell. Five men now remained, they charged simultaneously. Kirlain’s movements were fluid and he dispatched two of the warriors in a split second, the third was caught with a wild slash to the chest and he screamed, but luck finally foul played Kirlain as Stormsword became lodged in his chest cavity. Without a moment to lose Kirlain dived headlong into the last two bounty hunters catching them mid step, they arose, Kirlain first to rise. Another scream of metal as Kirlain blocked a slash with his left wrist guard and then responded with a right hook, there was a spray of gore and a sickening crack, the man fell and did not rise. Laughter broke the air, the last bounty hunter was standing facing Kirlain five feet away, he was wielding a large battleaxe, hefting it in his hands he knew he had the advantage and so did Kirlain, Stormsword was too far to reach and there was no way out. The man charged, Kirlain ducked his sideward slash, then sidestepped the second slice, the axe was too long for Kirlain to reach the man, as Kirlain rolled under a wild cut the man faked a right which Kirlain did not register and he rolled to the left, the axe sliced downwards, too late Kirlain realised as he dived backwards, the axe sliced down the back of armour opening a deep wound in Kirlain's back. White dots flashed in Kirlain’s eyes as the pain hit him and he fell. Lying on his back he hacked and coughed, blood tasting in his mouth, the man stood over him and raised his axe. “Now I get all the-Argh!” A whistle broke the air as an arrow pierced through the man’s right eye shattering through his skull and slicing the air at the back of the man’s head. A cloaked figure rushed over to Kirlain, he heard a muffled sound as the face of his rescuer stood over him, but he registered no face as his vision became blurred. There was a searing pain and Kirlain passed out.
>! To be continued?