THE SCRIBE

The Scribe

Player meets Scribe within a Limbo, the link between Worlds. Last shelter for those, soon to be vanished…

Stiffened at his young age, though eyes possess wisdom of an aged... How long does he dwell here? Ages? He turns his head in a strange, birdlike gesture… You admit the ill hue of his skin, eyes full of tears…  He protrudes his face on you and opens his glimmers unnaturally wide. You feel like a pair of black pearls gazes at you…

-          Ta – Wit, Hoo – Hoot… Oh my… Died for nothing? Ke – Ke… That’s a pity… Hoo… And those who close to you? DEAD! Ke – Ke – Ke! Hoot. Well… At least you done with everything… Ta – Wit, How do I know? Oh I know… See these books? Everyone’s here! Hoo – Hoot…

He extracts a White Writing Feather from the depths of his robes, and gently puts the tip of it in his mouth. He fall in to his mind for a few moments, but then recalls himself…

-          Hoot… Your name? Date of Birth? Current Age? Hoo – Hoot… What else? He turns his sight on you… Face spreads with the most graceful smile - Any luggage you carry?

You put your hand in the inner pocket of your jacket and feel the disturbing coldness of the Simple Brass Watch. You pull it out and peer at the Cracked Glass. It shows 20:00

-          How long have I been here? You ask… But there’s no one to answer…

You Acquired: White Writing Feather

WARCRYER S - 2

Fraction: TRIBES OF MU ARAE
Class: INVADER
Crew Capacity: 9
Maximum Flight Distance: 17 Parsec

CONCIENCE

THE MUTE

Player meets Mute during a Successful Takeover Operation of GCC Resistance Group Hideout, by Government Forces… 

NSF Sergeant: Stay down, Rebel Scum! Stop Resisting! Do as I say or I will break your forearm! … Blurry picture before your eyes shows Military Boots.  Crescent pain burns out your will for freedom as your mouth replete with blood, mixed with tooth shards.

Radio: PHOENIX 01 GCC RGH: REQUESTING HQ OVER…

Radio: HQ CONTROL FROM HQ: COME IN PHOENIX 01…

Radio: PHOENIX 01 GCC RGH: ENEMY RESISTANCE SUPPRESSED, AREA SECURED. GOT 2 WIA REQUESTING MEDEVAC OVER…

Radio: HQ CONTROL FROM HQ: COPY YOU PHOENIX 01, AWAIT MEDEVAC AT 5 MINUTES OVER…

Radio: ROGER PHOENIX 01 OUT…

Steps… Woeful limpness chains your mind the moment he enters the room. The Being with a Gift or Curse… Ability developed by consciousness, as an attempt to protect itself from unbearable psychological trauma. He peers into your mind reaching the very depths of it. You hear the soft voice pronounced by cybernetic vocal cords as he nods at your side - “Jacket. Inner Pocket. Item.” NSF Sergeant extracts Simple Brass Watch and weighs it on his hand. Mute carefully takes the item from the Sergeant’s hands - “Clear the room. Leave us. Bring the woman down, get her ready for interrogation”. 

You experience unprecedented relief as mental attack ceases.  He examines the Watch’s surface with his fingers softly. It seems like it awakens pleasant memories for him… He seems enchanted but suddenly recalls himself, and while you’re lying on the ground approaches. He crouches and peers into your eyes – “You’ve met my brother, didn’t you…”

CRIMSON DAGGERS AND ABANDONED HIDEOUT

 

It's my pleasure to announce that ABANDONED HIDEOUT opens its doors for everyone.

ABANDONED HIDEOUT HOSTS A FELLOWSHIP OF ARTIST'S, SUPPORTING EACH OTHER TROUGH THE STRUGGLE OF MASTERING THEIR SKILLS, WITHIN A CRIMSON DAGGERS GROUP. 

I was wandering, how comfortable place for making art and doing studies would look like? Place where I won’t be distracted by outside world, where I’ll hang sketches on the walls here and there and put my ticking clock on a desk. Maybe there will be fireplace and piles of dusty books? Maybe it’ll snow outside…

I came out with an idea of ABANDONED HIDEOUT, a Safe House somewhere beyond the bounds of a small mountain town Crimson Streams. But then I felt like it’s not about the place, but people, who create that comfort. That’s why I want ABANDONED HIDEOUT to be rather MUTUAL then personal, so I invite you to join, as I’m going to run daily studies and stream a process of making an original works within ABANDONED HIDEOUT Channel on Live Stream. Also I’m going to do a weekly critique and paint over sessions. This deserted place doesn’t make too much sense without a single minded and passionate people inside, so I invite you to Participate. Please Contribute, Stream your Stuff, Create worlds and share with others. I wrote about TICKING CLOCK, and I’m sure everyone hears it. For some of us it’s really quite and thunder like for others.  Let’s help each other to get better, before the time runs out. Please, help me as this clock stuns me with each second.  Let’s put hard, daily work together and go beyond our limits. 

The DEAL:

Everyone is free to enter ABANDONED HIDEOUT and therefore make it habitat. In order to stay you must do studies, produce personal work and contribute by giving a critique, or if you don’t feel like you’re able to - just share your opinion regarding the author’s idea.

Once you’re in, you free to leave the Hideout by not contributing to a group. Get a bus, and be gone, out from the Crimson Streams. Be proud of yourself if you achieved your goals and consider it as a defeat if you didn’t.

Chose a study subject and focus on it for a week or more if it’s OK with you, but balance studies with personal work and came out with new ideas to entertain yourself. Post your work on a СD Forum to get feedback from other inhabitants. Create stories, share your thoughts and make friends who are driven by the same passion as you do. Talk, express what’s on your mind, dive into imaginary worlds and put them on paper. 

Crimson Streams  ABANDONED HIDEOUT LIVE DAILY
 

WAKE UP WORK HARD, STOP BEING A LOSER

CHARACTERS FOR AN ADVENTURE GAME

I was bored with freelance and studies, so I decided to give myself a fascinating assignment. My job was to make sketches for characters, which will be shown when the dialogue between the player and an NPC character kicks in. So I came out with a story for the world, setting and shit. Post apocalyptic, philosophical lore where religion is playing heavy role. Kind a generic, but I had fun so… I ended up with 8 sketches for characters and finished two of them so far...

The Priest

Player meets this aged freak in an old, half devastated chapel. As time passing by, this place is slowly turning into ash. Congregations are long forgotten, as people lost their Faith in God, and only infrequent visitors resting their weary bones from time to time here. But Old man still looks after the place, and spend his days in endless prays to the Lord, begging him over and over to have mercy, and put an End to the Mankind’s Agony. He opens the secret passage to Catacombs, as the Player convinces him that he managed to keep the crumbs of Faith, deep inside his Heart. 

He also gives you a Simple Brass Watch, with words: “Take this, since the time stopped… I have no use for it anyway. But I feel that it’ll got handy at some point of your journey” You stare at frozen hands, beneath the ice of cracked glass. It shows 20:20. You twist the crown, it’s ticking, but the hands are still frozen…

Yorda

Player meets Yorda in a GCC Resistance Group Hideout. And she is scared… She’s worried for her older   brother as he and few other rebels are on preparation to sabotage the work of local Party Head Quarters.  She talks about her parents, arrested by party authorities and never to be seen again, and the fear of the same fate for herself and her brother. She blames the God, for human misery. And for he didn’t keep the promise, again, unlashing dreadful cataclysm on mankind, for self amusement? 

“Please talk to him, convince my brother not to risk his life, as his intentions knowingly disastrous. Oh, if I only could…” Shrill blast suddenly interrupts her address; you hear the coming clatter of a fight, she peers helplessly into your eyes and takes your hand…