Early in Divinity’s Reach

Kiyo looked over the people in Divinity’s Reach in the early morning. He already went to pray to Lyss, the goddess of chaos, deception, and everything else a thief and assassin would hope for. It was the god of his great great grandfather who first traveled the Eternal Sea to Tyria, and it was remained a family tradition.


Few others prayed to the gods in the early morning. Grenth’s shrine was dead. Balthazar commanded no great army or worship. Even Lyssa was really only one follower, only one man prostrated in front of her asking for the strength to see through the day. There were priests, of course, but they were bored, forced to be there to tend to the few who actually came in.

The great garden was no better. Those who were meeting for secret dalliances were already gone. By now, Kiyo figured, they were sneaking out of houses they didn’t belong in, trying to get back into beds they were expected to attend. Or kids were attempting to avoid the fate of angered parents, giving one last kiss, one last carefree romp.

All the better, though. It was peaceful in the morning in Divinity’s Reach on Sunday, when no one had to go anywhere, with the centaurs pushed back, with the children safe. There was no threat being hurried to through the Ebonhawke gate. No soldiers coming through without limbs because of charr invasions.

The bell rang, a deep echo throughout the garden. There was more news from the front lines, and as much as Kiyo appreciated the quiet, he would have to go to Lion’s Arch. Despite everything happening to Lion’s Arch, quiet was not a way to describe it. Off Kiyo went to begin his day.

Tomb Raider and the Quest for Gender Equality

SquareEnix is having a sale on Tomb Raider. I agreed with myself that at $30 I would buy the game, and guess what? $30.

A brief history on Tomb Raider. When I was a child, you bought the polygon game to stare at her ridiculously huge boobs and tight daisy dukes. That’s what she was reduced to. Anything about equality was thrown out the window.

As time went, it really only got marginally better. It was still a T&A game.

When the newest came out, a revisiting of the series where they completely altered the perception of Lara Croft, the world cried fowl. “This is torture porn,” they cried, toting a few clips of her getting the crap kicked out of her. “This is about men being protective because she’s nearly raped,” they shouted, giving visual of basically the five second period where this was implied. And let’s be honest, wouldn’t we be more surprised if the stranded pirate, who hadn’t seen anything but sausage in thirty years, didn’t try something on a young college girl?

So firing it up, I braced myself for the horrid misogyny that I was about to witness. For about thirty seconds I think, “She’s cute.” Sitting there, listening to her iPod, wearing a tank top and cargo pants, her build slim and her chest at least three cups smaller than previous renditions. While previous Croft renditions you’d more likely see in a strip club, you could actually see this Lara Croft wandering the archives of Oxford, eating a burger with friends while discussing the lost civilizations of old. She looked real.

After this brief, “She’s cute” moment, I was introduced to a line of events which made me curl up into a ball and cringe. We hit the hull of a ship, get hit over the head with a club, get strung up like a fly in a spider’s nest, fall onto the largest splinter you’ve ever seen, got shot by an arrow, get beat up some more, fall through a large tunnel and slam into rocks (that was my fault), and top it all off with stepping into a bear trap and then getting attacked by wolves. And these are just a few of the incidents.

I was not once aroused. After seeing her lounging about, listening to music peacefully, she may as well been Nathan Drake. I was fighting for my life, and survival was all that mattered. That’s when it struck me.

Nathan Drake, Indiana Jones, and a dozen other male protagonists have all gone through this same treatment. They’ve all basically stumbled from one physical abuse to the next, gripping their side in pain, vision blurred, crying out for someone to help them. Except Indiana Jones. He would never stoop to such a level. But Drake? Drake’s a survivor and has minimal pride. He’s cried out for Sully more than once.

The people crying fowl saw it as torture porn. Think on that. They are champions of equality, but they construe a situation in which a female is treated just like dozens of male action protagonists, and now it’s torture porn. It makes me wonder if these equality fighters were equally turned on by Drake.

I’ve been loving the game and can’t wait to finish. It’s incredible, fast paced, and definitely an amazing reboot of the series, where Lara seems real and you actually feel for her instead of hoping to feel her. Future installments will have me coming back because she’s an amazing character, not just a well built body.

Video Blog 5: Inspiration

The new video blog! It’s about inspirations which led to G’desh, the current region for the novel I’m writing. I hope it inspires you and teaches you something, or makes you look at the world (maybe video games) in a different light.

Also, a thank you to those who really helped me with the prologue debate. Please check them out below.

Paige Addams

High Fantasy Addict

S.M. Welles

I was tickled pink when I saw several clicks on High Fantasy for the blink fiction award. Tickle me again by clicking on these links! Or if that creeps you out, you can pass on the tickling and just click the links.

Now, for your viewing pleasure:

Video Blog 1: Introduction

So here is my first video blog! Every Saturday is the plan. Was thinking Monday, but that would be immensely difficult. There are times where my computer couldn’t keep up, so the visual freezes, but I was pleased enough with the audio that I didn’t want to mess with it. If you have anything you want me to talk about in the future, just leave a comment.