Greetings to the Royalroadl community,

It has been a while and I extend warmest greetings.

To be honest, I didn't believe I would be writing again. In the past year, I have barely touched upon any of my previous stories. I felt that they just did not possess the life they once had. IN the past year, I have grown as a person. Transitioning from grey days, my relationship with the Lord has progressed. Everyday seems to be filled with color, vibrancy, even though my surroundings have not changed much at all. What has changed is myself. I was rather apprehensive about writing this story because my previous story "Towards the LIght" ended upon a rather sour note. I destroyed the character progression because I wanted it to go somewhere. I was focused upon the distant heights that I forgot to be content where I was. I rushed the story and ultimately toppled everything I had built. I had almost killed the character I had once created. Then, I realized that God is the best author, the best storyteller. He created everything did he not? He moves with perfect grace and his story and plan is so intricate. Besides omnipotence, I realized as an author, I had fallen short of one particular aspect. I didn't truly love my characters. My love for them was not deep. I wanted them to be perfect and happy, without real hardship. But that's not the way the world works. Inside, without God, we are all broken and calling out for help. Thinking up this story, I thought deeply about it and decided to make Nimbus very much like me. He can't see color in his life, because he does not know the joy of doing something for someone other than himself.

Another aspect I realized I was lacking as an author was character progression. IN my previous story, I had made the blunder of throwing away all the progress the character had made to take it in a new direction. Mortified by the comments, I tried to hurriedly patch up this mistake in the following chapter. The rest was downhill from there and I ended the story faster than I wished. I had such grandiose plans for Abrum. He would eventually become Abruham, father of the Night, where he would reconcile his actions with his conscience, and lord over the races of the night with benevolence. Yet, I made the severe mistake of trying to transition Abrum's class and race much too abruptly, shattering the previous hardwork of the protagonist. Then, I decided to rush the character progression, making Abrum destroy a city when there was anotheroption. I put the blood of a nation upon his head when there was clearly another option. I killed millions of lives with a brutal world transfer that was ultimately unnecessary. I planned to heap all the guilt upon Abrum, and he would be the savior, the sacrifice. But Abrum was Jesus, he was just a man. And I realized in that instance, I am an author. I am fallible. Yet anything I say in a story goes.

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As an author, I am not infallible. I wish to open this story to the public to share happily, because I truly love these characters. I love Nimbus Clearsky, the protagonist. I love dearly the sweet grave keeper. I want to love my characters and I want the best for them. I want to see them grow. I want to protect them. I will give them hardship so they may become stronger. I ultimately wish them the best.

This is not my official return to Royalroadl, since I do not know where this story will progress past a certain point, and I will not plan past that certain point, lest I repeat my mistakes. This is just a story that I have come to love as it has been rewoven.

This is the story of the kindest Necromancer, and the painting of a a gray heart.

If the possibility intrigues you, I would be honored to have company upon this journey.

Thank you.

Warmest Regards,

Mad Jester