*pant, pant* Made it.. to the end. *crawl... collapses in a heap* I swore upon my father's sword I would... if it killed me.
Unfortunately, it did. *Maril expires.*
Just kidding.
This was valuable in all, in ways I didn't expect. My writing speed picked up - a real blessing there - and I am overjoyed that people liked the Nurn subplot.
Next time I will not spread myself so thin.
I did myself in by having four characters, two countries, and three entirely different plotlines. It was great until time ran out, and my nerves started fry and snap.
At first I followed the Rhun storyline, curious how that culture would be written, and Dale (I liked the Girion character). I followed the disasterous battles of King Fuinur with a smirk. Eventually I was reduced to just trying to find my team.
My suggestions are the same as what I mentioned at the half-way point, and the same as everyone else's: bigger teams, smaller game.
-Maril
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Deserves death! I daresay he does... And some die that deserve life. Can you give it to them?
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