Are you a creative person with a few hours a day of spare time? Do you dream of ellaborate fantasy worlds with magical creatures? I am looking for a few people who are capable of creating/writing rich fantasy areas broken up into "rooms". An example of one room is below. You stand at the entrance to the Kingdom of Tolmansith. As far as the eye can see, low flat lands sprawl. It seems agriculture is a mainstay of this kingdom's wealth as all around you lie cultivated fields of many different crops. Strangely all the fields seem deserted, all work abandoned. You can but wonder where everyone has gone. To your west lies a vast orchard. To your east is a field of golden corn. The road continues to the north. Can you imagine creating entire areas with detailed descriptions like the one above? PM me. Competitive rates, please PM to negotiate. Must be computer literate with the ability and motivation to learn a new data entry system.
Wow, that's interesting. I used to play D&D as well as many other similar board games, text based games and graphical computer games. I'm a professional writer, and would love to write such things, however I'm not sure about what you mean about your time commitments. I have a business to run, and a son to raise, I certainly always have more time for writing... but I'd really like to know more details before discussing rates and time commitments... I encourage you to click the link in my signature and order a review article to test my writing capabilities and we can go from there. Thanks!
Thank you for your response. This is a large project and in reality I am looking for one strong creative lead with lots of time, while everyone else will be paid on a contract basis. I will PM you with additional contact info, and I hope we can chat.
Arcademan-> I am not sure what you expect beyond the usual, but I will easily tell you what someone like me will expect. Since hardly anyone trusts people on this forum, myself included, it is fair to say that I would expect to get paid daily to start with, and once I am comfortable, I would take payments weekly etc. It's really to easy to get scammed on this forum. So perhaps elaborate on how you will offer payment, how often it is etc. This is for everyone so they can weight the cons and pro's. As for detailed descriptions... do you mean like this: "Gather round, for it is time your journey began. Today you will learn about our race and our beginnings upon the face of this world." The young female stretched her legs outward, leaning against the cold marble wall behind her. She was one of the few chosen ones in terms of her species; yet the brilliant lustre of her pale skin had survived through the ravages of time. Dark raven tendrils framed her heart-shaped face as her delicate fingers turned the pages of the dusty grimoire floating before her. It was her eyes that drew each person's attention; the orbs were frozen and dead. As her eyes scanned the contents some of the few present gasped in obvious surprise. Her eyes seemed to change, reflecting the depths of an ocean scarred by a storm's violent fury. Rosy lips turned upward in a warm smile as her gaze turned toward the people gathered. ------------> Yes? Well I know what you mean by describing a room. Roleplaying is exactly that. If that is what you need, then give me a shout! Something else I wrote ages ago: --------------------------------------- Her eyes widened in horror, as her eyes sought the murderer's eyes; his unflinching as he advanced toward them. Somewhere deep inside...something snapped... It was said that Slivers rarely looked anyone in the eye, almost as if they didn't understand that other people really existed. It was said that they didn't understand that other beings had an inner self or an entity soul. This enemy before her found this out to be, not so true. Not now. Not as he stared into her eyes, the sadness and grief flashed briefly, before something much darker and more sinister replaced it. In her mind's eye she saw a myriad of stars passed her by, gleaming like a thousand strategically placed diamonds, and the occasional resplendid comets and kaleidoscopic galaxies rendered any sight she had seen on her travels banal. The sight was certainly wondrous, but there was something equally cold and empty about it too. Almost painful. The pain of illness had changed her- she could see that within herself, conjured as an image, a scene both peculiar and poignant. She felt as if her own soul had been reduced into something piteous- a bedraggled, sweat-smeared rat, trapped within a rock-fall, twisting and squirming through cracks in a desperate search for a place where the pressure- the vast, shifting weight- relented. A space in which to breathe. 'And the pain all around me, those sharp stones, are settling, still settling, the spaces between them vanishing...darkness rising like water...' She was not as she had been, and this new shaping was not to his liking. But what choice did she have? Pain darkened the world. Pain dislocated. Turned one's own flesh and bones into a stranger's house, from which no escape seemed possible. Tainted blood...it whispers of freedom. Whispers of a way out- but not from the darkness. No. Into that darkness, where the chains of immortality bound her even further. Seperating her from all emotion. But there's no escape, is there? Memories and revelations settle in like poisons, never to be expunged. She drew the cooling air deep into her lungs, as if seeking to capture in the breath of the stars their coldness of regard, their indifferent harshness. There are no gifts in suffering... Monique opened her eyes, and all trace of humanity disappeared within the embers of her gaze. In her mind she returned to that fraught, nightmarish realm within the nether realm, the legions of chained souls ceaselessly dragging their impossible burden...and at the heart of it, a cold, dark void, from whence came the chains. -------------------------------- ETC. ----> It's part of a roleplay but the idea is the same. You can see that I can describe locations, ideas and thoughts with perfection. I would have linked you to my profile on animeleague, but the old archives on the forum has been deleted. So all I have is my livejournal where this is from and believe me...I am not about to hand out my link to my livejournal Here is something else that I wrote... or a part of it. ----------------------------- The Death Knight's forward motion slowed as the blade swept toward his opponent's neck. In his mind there could be several counter attacks. He could have used the half-sword technique. By maintaining the grip on the hilt, quick (though less powerful) thrusts to a soft target such as the face could be thrown out at a longer range than with a half-sword grip. The low point of the sword would have had a deceptive effect, which tends to make judging the range a little more difficult for the opponent. Except Paran chose an unusual manner of defensive. When Arthas witnessed his opponent bend slightly to allow the sword to move harmlessly over his head, he sneered. So simple, and yet so easy. The gleam of winter moonlight upon black waters reflected within his eyes as a smirk crossed his face. His sword specially designed for facing heavier armor had a narrower, and a much more rigid blade of diamond cross-section that tapered to a hard, sharp point. He employed a wide passing step, tilting his body to the left as the sword swept through the air, and with a slight whirling action, sidestepped just in time as his opponent's sword aimed for his mid section.That wasn't all. Suddenly, he felt an extremely painful burning sensation surge through his left bicep. Examining the source of the pain, he saw something he didn't think he would see... the slash mark was red-black with blood. The wound itself was not very deep at all, yet it discomforted him enough to stir his anger. His hand changed to a different position on the hilt and he brought his elbow backwards to connect with his opponent's face. At some unseen shift in weight from Arthas, he danced lithely to the left, blade wavering in a haphazard, desultory defence. Almost too easy, he thought. Although the pain reminded him once more, that it could have been fatal. The Death Knight then began a swift, darting dance, circling Paran, edging in then back out. Playing with the bright moon and flashes upon his sharp steel and armour, kicking up dust as the mist seemed to envelop him. This was not a typical duel as Arthas refused to play Paran's game. Prince Arthas stepped back, the tip of Frostmourne edged outward as he half extended his arm. He kept a wary eye on the other nearby and recognized power when he saw it. The Death Knight spun upon his right foot, bringing Frostmourne around, aiming for his opponent's side, just under the ring of Paran's armor. The horizontal slash was only met with a sound of steel on steel, as a gleaming wrist guard thoroughly stopped the large weapon from cutting flesh. Something distracted him from the corner of his eye, and he smiled as the other carved a sigil in the air, no doubt to use magic on him. He half turned toward his other adversary and noticed Sydney's arms were covered in metal. His claw-like fingers extending toward an unseen mark in front of him. He was a magic user, Arthas thought with a smile. Then at least for the current moment, retreating could wait. After all, the point of life was pleasure, and what brought the Death Knight pleasure was death; death and power. And during the duel that was progressing less than desirably, Arthas started pushing the limits of his powers even further. ------------------------------------------------ So let me know what you think. Regards, Sarah