While I had initially planned on knocking out my first draft of Fjorgyn: The Deep Below in May, personal issues got the best of me. From a gut-wrenching funeral of my beloved aunt and godmother to a deluge of work-related activities, I am about 20,000 words behind schedule. This should not, however, impact my ability to hit my target release of mid-July.
To those of you who are eagerly awaiting the release of book two, I thank you for your patience and hope I will not disappoint.
Book Two will be near twice the length of book one and will feature the introduction of some new characters, some new game mechanics, and more fighting and dungeons and consequences for Michael, Clifford, and their friends. I read your reviews and hope to reward you with some more color, including some city building, more dungeons, an RPG-style scenario, and some substantial buildup of the main story arc for those of you wondering where this is headed.
And for a quick preview of the story:
“Claire! Una!” Baridorne disappeared into the darkness screaming their names. The moment he faded from view, the hole above us slammed shut, blocking out any and all moonlight. Only the campfire remained, smoke billowing in the now enclosed cavern, stinging our eyes and burning our throats. We had no choice but to flee the fire and follow Baridorne into the darkness.
Congratulations! You have found ‘Boginki’s Lair’. Dungeon rank: Medium. Creature Class: High intelligence. Level range: 15-23. +35xp
I took a moment to cringe at the level range. Even with our group, fighting a level 23 boss was not going to be easy.
“Baridorne, wait,” I yelled after him, following the others in pursuit. As we worked away from the fire, our eyes began to adjust to the dungeon. Silver radiance shining from bioluminescent moss replaced the red and white glow of embers. The cavern itself opened before us, revealing an underground gallery, oversized pillars of rock supporting the forest floor above. The silver haze of moss gave way to brilliant red, green, blue, and yellow crystals all glowing in the darkness, drawing my attention away from the rest of the space.
Baridorne’s hulking silhouette was thirty feet in front of us. He collapsed to his knees, shaking in fear and anger. I approached him carefully, not sure if he would lash out at the first living creature in his way.
“Baridorne,” I whispered, “If they’re here and alive, we’ll find them. Moga said Boginki captures those who stumble in here, not kills. There was no blood back there, no bones or bodies. If they’ve been taken, we’ll get them back. But we need to be smart about it, and quiet.”
I kneeled in front of him, looking at his face. HIs pupils were dilated from the darkness, and his face was pallid and worn. The stress from his lost family left him tired and broken, looking less like a giant and more like a vengeful ghost. It took Clifford, Cilden, and I all our strength to help him to his feet.