There was a story that kept replaying in my head. Of course, over time that changed. It's been a while since I was a naive writer who couldn't even finish an outline... I think now it's time.

I've partnered with someone to create a world. This world of Plion grew with its cultures and tongues. It has its own laws and rules. It has airships that roam the skies. It has mountains and deserts that are defined. Okay and it's great that the map is actually fitting together now.

The outline has taken shape, and the characters as well. This may be a long journey, as my writer's block is horrible, but I want to get to the end.

Let's go.

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The Storm's Edge