Hello yall!
The rewrite of Top The Tower is nearing eligibility for Rising Stars main list. We're number 46 on Fantasy Rising Stars right now!
Theres still roughly 200 followers (53 favorites), that haven't moved to the new story page. I would greatly appreciate any help you can provide in climbing that hill!
Also, plans are in the works to release slice of life chapters starring side characters (Pin Beard and Glimmin being two of them) on Patreon. For each of the first 10 reviews the revised version receives, that mention the original version, between tonight and end of night Monday the 8th of January, I'll release one of those chapters to Royal Road.
I greatly appreciate all of the support so far.
Thank you all so much!
Adrum
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Top The Tower: Tarot, Travel, Paint and People [Slice-of-Life Adventure]
Ablee Urough, the rebellious daughter of a tyrannical warlord, has spent five long years locked in a cell, surviving on scraps and bitter resolve. Her father force-fed her the Painter’s Ambrosia—the food of the gods—hoping to mold her into the ideal tool. Instead, she’s spent every waking moment practicing her powers toward one goal: escape.
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With Ambrosia letting her transform her surroundings into paint, Ablee can turn walls into curtains and even her fists into stone. Her chance finally comes when she creates a living painting—a rippling veil that might just lead to freedom. Her goal? Escape the keep, gather a crew, and beat her father to the top of The Tower.
What to expect:
- Inventive, magical world-building
- A diverse, quirky crew of protagonists
- A determined MC who grows stronger every step of the way
- A pocket-dimension village that grows alongside the crew's travels
- Morally good but snarky vibes
- Poker with a priest for a magical artifact?
- A life of death Soap-box race?
- Musical flashbacks?
Revised Chapter 1 Sample:
"I sat against the wall of my cell with my knees to my chest. Cold air wrapped around my shivering form. "D-damnit..." I cursed myself.
My escape attempts had all failed. I'd lost my "privileges" to a cot, a coat, anything I could use to try and break out. Now, I had stone walls, shackles, and a barred window that welcomed the winter wind like an old friend.
"Gli-Glimin!" my teeth clattered as I shouted to my guard and caretaker, "I'm turning icy blue in here; better stop me, or I'll paint my shackles in that blue and shatter them!"
I looked down at my trembling hands and wished that was how my Ambrosia worked, but it wasn't. Glimmin was well aware I couldn't paint the cold iron of my shackles, that the liquid would bead and drip off them like water off oil. If it hadn't, I'd have coated them in paint pulled from my bread provisions and slipped out of them long ago.
The wind whistled through my window; the sight beyond it both excited and taunted me. The Tower, that titanic, white-stone monolith that rose into the clouds. It was wreathed in the electric blue light of the ley lines that snaked across its form. It was my father's greatest ambition. Topping The Tower.
I would beat him to it."