So as you may have heard by now, the first trailer for Jurassic World is out today. And, while Tyrant King Productions is more for posting art and fiction than reviews, I felt compelled to give my thoughts on it.
Those of you who know me can probably guess how this is going to go.
Hello dear readers and welcome to Setting Sunday, the day when I tell you everything you might want to know about one of my various settings. This will not necessarily be a weekly thing, since if I did that I’d burn through them all and run out of material pretty quick.
Since I’ve already done a post like this for Gondolend, I decided to kick this series off with Calico Spiral, the ‘verse that I’ve done the second largest amount of brainstorming for and the least amount of art and writing for.
Posted in Behind the scenes stuff, Calico Spiral, Science Fiction
Tagged Au'bei, Calico Spiral, Cemberline, Cernia, Cernian, Chig, Dochas Nua, Dunhuarg, Halcyon Prime, Harvaatii, Iwatya, Lindefel, Mo'esh Nomads, Panera, Pembrel, Pferren, Qilaba, Serona, Thrassk, Tilp, Vindaslee, Vinn Vinn, Vranna, Vrunghar, world-building
I was collecting a bounty on Sendabarn when I got the summons. The timing was hardly the most convenient; my target had been holed up in a little village on the edge of the Great Inland Desert, and to be honest I was more interested in a shower and a change of clothes than in taking on another job but when you get an offer from the ruling family of the Halcyon Empire you don’t put it off. So instead of a leisurely hyperspace trip back to Serona with plenty of time for hot shower and a nap, I found myself in orbit at Sendabarn’s L2 point, queued up with the other ships to use the foldgate and inputting the coordinates to Halcyon Prime.
Posted in Calico Spiral, Science Fiction, Stories
Tagged Calico Spiral, Halcyon Prime, Iola sal Dannan, Mirna Vance, Prince Ruben Sternberg, sci-fi, Sendabarn, Senter, sf, sience fiction, space opera
It was a warm spring afternoon in the forest outside Holsbarda, and Lenka was complaining again. “And do you know he said then?” she asked, looking up at her travelling companion as though expecting an answer. He couldn’t give one of course, since he had not been there, so she continued with her story. “He said, Oh, I thought that’s what you called yourselves!”
The Gondolend concept sketch exhibition continues.
Posted in Behind the scenes stuff, Dinopunk, Gondolend, Science Fiction
Tagged Anzu, Bistahieversor, Chelydromonstros, concept art, Corythodraco, crassamara, crested dragon, dinopunk, dinosaurs, Dsungaripterus, Gondolend, guns, helicopter, Istiodactylus, Lethocerus, marua, Necrophagus, penga, Pinnarumonstros, pistol, revolver, tai, Turu, world-building
Leaving the desert island of Ziskra behind, the crew of the merchant corbita, the Konteres, sailed South. With each passing day, the winds brought them closer to their native home, the land of Delos. They had brought Deloan goods such as wine, olives, and the newly popular red figure pottery to sell in the Khargan Imperial city. Now, their holds were filled with items from the desert empire, which they intended to sell to their countrymen upon their return. Linen and papyrus had become popular imports in Delos, and brought a good profit to anyone willing to brave the long ocean voyage.
If there’s one thing Gondolend needs more of, it’s concept art. With millions of species of animals and hundreds of ethnic groups, there’s a lot of stuff there to draw.
Posted in Behind the scenes stuff, Dinopunk, Gondolend
Tagged armod, Assultornis, bora, concept art, dinopunk, dinosaurs, drop bird, figrin, Giraffatitan, Gondolend, gulla, hefring, Kaprosuchus, Lurdusaurus, Lythronax, Nasutoceratops, Troonyx, twiga, yurgovuch, Yurgovuchia
A Selbok , sporting a covered carriage of wood and blankets, waits for its driver and passenger at an Oasis, in the Khargan desert.
Thaddeus Whittington’s office could not have been any more stereotypical of an established university zoology professor. Thick, deeply varnished shelves lined an entire wall, populated by all manner of books, animal bones, and preserved specimens in jars. Perched atop a filing cabinet next to the window a taxidermy bird of prey glared across the room with glass eyes, while the mounted skeleton of a negren was frozen in mid-leap at one corner of the shelf hutch that stood above the desk. All over were photographs, some of them quite old. Mounted prominently near the door was an old black and white picture of a much younger Whittington, standing with two other men knee-deep in ferns and rushes, broad smiles on their faces. In the background rose the dark hard line of the Barrier; the picture had been taken nearly fifty years ago on the Havaania, the vast prairie that lay out beyond the wall that cut Gondolendia off from the rest of the supercontinent. Justin recognized one of the men as Gina’s uncle Stanley Pike, but he had no idea who the other one was.
Posted in Dinopunk, Gondolend, Science Fiction, Stories
Tagged Allosaurus, dinopunk, dinosaurs, Donopolis, Gina Herodias, Giraffatitan, Gondolend, Hunting Ground, Isani, Justin Case, Lwa, Okuta, Peter Murray, science fiction, Thaddeus Whittington
Rakateia is a world I’ve been toying with for years, and it’s seen a couple different incarnations before I buckled down and got a little more serious about it just recently. It’s set in an alternate reality of sorts, in a universe in which Earth never existed. This is a world in which mankind evolved in the shadow of dinosaurs, and spread far and wide across the planet. Though Homo sapiens are currently the dominant species, their dinosaurian neighbors still populate the planets cities and wildernesses, and often serve to remind Rakateia’s human population of how tenuous their grasp on planet wide domination really is.