Indiegogo Weekly Update XI

(Gotta love my boss Photoshop Skillzzz…. xD)

Here we are again with another Indiegogo Update!

This week has been a lot of work and a lot of madness, as my brother has moved over to the US to visit the family. Good for him!

Unfortunately, I was not able to get much done for the project, because of helping him out, and still working my butt off at a warehouse… Oh well, bills need to be paid, I guess!

However, this dream will come true!

I would like to thank the following people for already sponsoring in Phase I:

Sven “Tomtaru” Maesen

Jimmy Crispeyn

Stefanie Stouten

Jeroen “Shinny” Boehlé

and Kevin “Nos” Delil

They will have the first sponsor page in the new books! Thank you so much, and know that I’m working hard! Also, these sponsors will receive the mystery gift of Phase I… Ooh what could it be…?

Again, this week, there is no Seisoa Chronicles… However, in celebration of Phase II, I have given everyone on the website, who has already made a profile, access to the Universal Conclave, and The Seisoa Chronicles!

Also, a PDF is available for download, containing the first 7 Episodes, for those who can access it.

Have a great weekend everyone! I cannot wait until the Universal Conclave Video (with music from Walking Horizon) is done! It’s looking epic! I am hoping to get a sample out sometime soon, so Like and Share this message if you ant to see it! Sharing is caring, and we need more people interested for this project to grow!

So, let’s get to it, shall we? Vaya con dios!!!


Phase II (For Book 2)

Hi everybody!

Due to technical difficulties, we will be unable to upload the funds from Phase I at the moment, but we are well on our way!

New video being released of the Universal Conclave has been delayed as well, but I have great news!

We have finally launched the Indiegogo PHASE II Project!

It can be seen here:

Er is ook nieuws over ons vertaling naar het Nederlands, HIER

Have an excellent day, and remember to share, every little bit helps!

Indiegogo Weekly Update X (PHASE II on Monday!)

Wow, what a week it has been!
We have been working like mad here, at The Forgotten Age, trying to get everything in order for the start of Phase II, and I am happy to say that the project will be starting at the beginning of next week!

Along with the start of Phase II, we are also working on the Mark II version of the statuette! More pictures will be available when the project is launched, but here is a sneak peek at what TinkerNos has been up to!


While all of this has been going on, I have been able to produce some more episodes of The Seisoa Chronicles, for those of you that have joined the website. Here is a segment from Episode VII: The Resistance:

“So I left down an alley, to make sure that they didn’t see me. I started playing ‘Arrival,’ the song that draws in those with power, and puts them into a hypnotic state. The only one who responded to the song was this Axson, who turned the corner quickly. At first, I just wanted to ask him about the guard detail of the stock houses, so that I could retrieve our Priest outfits for the mission.”

“Go on,” Atiana responded, impatience in her tone.

“Well, after doing that, he lingered in the hypnotic state for some time. It didn’t seem like the others would have come looking for him, so I asked him why the Priests were visiting Salis in the first place.”



And another segment, from Episode VIII: SKROOM

Stein seemed already proficient in hand-to-hand combat, taking on three mages at a time; deflecting each attack with ease. As Verol flung yet another combatant against a wall, Seisoa absorbed another attack from the electric mage into the void. All the while, the black robed mage watched from afar, letting his soldiers fight for him, seeming to have no interest in the fight himself.

While Atiana had no trouble defending herself against the icy attacks, she yelled to the others, “We will not win this way! We need to double back towards the basement; we need to protect Skroom!”



Monday, we will be launching PHASE II of the Indiegogo Project, along with a shiney new video, to promote the series and the Universal Conclave!
The song we will be using, is from my brother’s band: Walking Horizon.

Make sure to check out their music, and stay tuned for next week, when we unleash the “Power of a Hero,” to make this world a better place for all beings!


Indiegogo Weekly Update IX (Phase II Delayed!)

Hello all!

Here I am, late for this week’s update because of life, liberty, and the pursuit of awesomeness!

Life – Absolute power does not corrupt absolutely, and I am proud to say that I have recently become an uncle! Uncle Z… imagine… but just because I wish to reach the top, it should not keep me from seeing those I care about, and enjoying time with them.

Liberty – I have gone to great lengths to work on the project all this week, including sleeping 2 hours a day (only when my brain gets fuzzy, and not because I want to!)

The pursuit of Awesomeness – Each page needs to reflect perfection, especially on the phase two Indiegogo page. That is why I have been working on The Universal Conclave promotional video, with a song from my brother’s band: Walking Horizon.

The Phase II page will be online next week, and all other things pertaining to it!

I would like to thank the following people for their contributions to The Forgotten Age Trilogy Indiegogo Project Phase I:

Sven “Tomtaru” Maesen

Stefanie Stouten

Jeroen Boehlé

Jimmy Crispeyn

and last but not least, Kevin Nos Delil

As for Phase II, I have made great leaps in promotion as well this week, including a video for my friends, Bee&Kay, and I’ve been working on a magazine article for a friend of mine, a journalist and fellow author: Robin Pannemans, who has created some articles about ayahuasca and the legality, effects, and research of it. It will  be an excellent read, once I am done with it!

With all these things, we will be making Phase II definitely worth the watch!

And finally, I am sorry for having you all wait so long. This brings much shame to my heart; it is not good to keep promises unfulfilled.

My being late means two things, though, and according to the user called Canary’s post:

“1) you get a better product and

2) we meet the high bar we’ve set for ourselves (and that you, as our backers, have a right to expect from us).”

Here is the video I made for Bee & Kay, already a year late or so. The promise has been kept, and if a promise is kept, then other things will take longer, but I do my best.

See you all next week! I do not have a Seisoa Chronicles episode either; but you all know what that means! (TWO NEXT WEEK!)

Enjoy the video, and your weekend!


Indiegogo Weekly Update VIII

Only 24 HOURS to go for this first segment of the Indiegogo Project for The TFA Trilogy!!

It has been a good run, but we are nowhere near our goal! And so, I will be remaking the Indiegogo page, so that we can keep it running! Don’t worry, those who have sponsored will have their contributions added to the new page, so we can keep going!

Help us out at Indiegogo (LINK) and make sure to make those profiles on the website! (LINK)

Here is an excerpt from this week’s episode: Salis Streets!

“A more rational Menak?”

“Intelligence is the highest value among mages. The people think that their leaders will eventually reveal the knowledge of the Cronus Libra to them, after they have translated its messages, like I said before. The idea of a ‘rational Menak’ is the veil that they cast over the eyes of the people, while they sit on their thrones in prosperity, at the expense of the people.”

The musical mage motioned down the street, allowing Seisoa to learn yet another secret of the mages.

There is also a character from the Trilogy, who reappears in this episode, but I cannot tell… don’t want to spoil the surprise!

We also have some new designs for MARK II of the statuettes, which will soon be online for all to see!

Remember, we cannot do this without your help! Stay tuned for more updates, extra details, and an awesome collection of stories and new legends of The Forgotten Age; where legends are made and heroes are revealed!

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Indiegogo Weekly Update VII

One more week to go, and we are nowhere near our goal!

But all is well in The Forgotten Age project, because we are just going to run the promotion for a while longer!
Thank you to all who have helped so far, your belief in the project will not go unrewarded!
Don’t forget to share and get the word out!

The story of Seisoa’s time in Menak has been fun to write, research, and create, so here is a passage from last week’s episode- Descent Into Menak:

“That is much like the Informants in our own country! They also report back to the capitol, once they learn something new or important,” Seisoa exclaimed, reminded of his friend Nayoh, and her birds, “So, the information that they collect is free for all to know, right?”

Immediately after saying this, before Stein could reply with a stern and surprised look, Seisoa knew that his statement, and the way that they operated in Farin was nowhere near the truth of Menak. As far as he could tell, the Priests were not to be trusted, and with each new revelation, rose ever more concern in the conjurer’s heart.

This is starting to get crazy and epic!
In other news,I had suffered a back injury last week, hence the lateness of this week’s post. Once I am able to write the next episode, you can be sure that it will be on here!

Unfortunately, my laptop has broken down, and so, it may take some time before the next episode arrives… after four hours of trying to fix it, I’m at my wits end.. but my tenacity is unwavering!
Never give up, never surrender!

So stay tuned for later this week, when we continue the Seisoa Chronicles, and hopefully can have much better news than today!

Indiegogo Weekly Update VI

First of all, I’d like to give a big shout out of thanks to Sven “Tomtaru” Maesen and Jeron “Shinryuu” Boehle for helping out on the project! We are now up to 6 sponsors, to whom I am eternally grateful!

Unfortunately, there will be no episode of The Seisoa Chronicles this week, because of the holidays! Called my family yesterday (they are spread out across the US and EU :P) And partied hearty with my homies,and again tonight!

However, we’re all in for a treat next week, as Seisoa learns what the people of Menak are going through in next week’s episode:
Episode V: Descent Into Menak
I don’t have a segment, because it’s not written yet xD

A late merry xmas and a premature slappy news year! (I swear that doesn’t happen all the time :p)

Indiegogo Weekly Update V

(For the explanation of these magic types, go HERE)

We still need everyone’s help on the Indiegogo Page!

The holidays are here!

Had my birthday on Wednesday and Thursday, and damn it was a blast! I’d like to thank everyone who helped make it a success, and everyone that sent a message on all that social networking! Even though they are just a few words, I do believe that the wishes are genuine!

Star Wars: The Force Awakens was so epic, I would like to thank JJ for not letting his fellow fans down! Definitely the perfect writer to continue the series!

All that being said, even though I have been busy, I have found time to finish Pandemonium as well! This Star Wars Fan Fiction is to be seen, in full, HERE.
I decided to just put all of the chapters together, but for those who don’t have a lot of time, to read them in succession, click the links below:

Part I                                    Part II                                     Part III

As for The Seisoa Chronicles, here is an excerpt from this week’s episode: Priests and Peasants!

Seisoa was quick to answer, “These people are suffering. Are you blind to their grief? Can you not see that they need food, water, and shelter, just as we all do?
They are not at all inferior to you in any way. Even those you have been hunting, like Stein; they are all your equals! There is no way that you could believe any different!”
Axson just smiled and responded by lifting his right hand, holding an orb of flame, and stating plainly, “Soulfire magic is about how much you know, how accurately you can envision your power to become. Because visualization is key, we will always be better, because we hold the Cronus Libra, and they could never surpass the teachings of Cronus!”
Seisoa’s right hand became a fist, as his left was held up, pointing at the High Priest.
Out of anger and disbelief, he responded through clenched teeth, “That is because you keep the book from them,” then shouted, “That text belongs to the people of Menak, not only a few!”


Yep, it’s getting pretty brutal! I can’t wait till next week, when the battle begins between the Cronus Priests take on the conjurer intruder, and defend their dominion over the citizens of Menak. Been looking forward to a battle of that scale for a long time!


Still recruiting for the Universal Conclave, so anyone who wants to, visit the website, view the mission statement, and if you want to participate, create a profile on the website!

Thanks for reading, and have a great weekend everyone!

Pandemonium (FULL) (Star Wars Fan Fiction) *Exclusive*


“Zahara, where are you going?”
“I just have a feeling that it’s this way, trust me on this!”
Racing across an icy landscape, with a white haze concealing the black, starry skies, a young Twi’lek; a Jedi Padawan fresh out of training, grasped tightly to her brown robe from the inside, trying to keep warm from the piercing wind.
Her shouted assurance was in response to her Master; a Jedi Knight named Jhim Karn, who had decided to trust his pupil’s intuition to find the way back to the Republic base. Following closely, he knew full well that she was taking a roundabout way to get back to their encampment. Read more

Pandemonium: Part III [Conclusion] (A Star Wars Fan Fiction) *Exclusive*

Be sure to read Pandemonium: Part I and Part II!

Battered and beaten, her robes torn throughout, Vi could barely keep her head up, and seemed dazed. Her graceful presence, as Jhim Karn could remember from just earlier that day, had faded almost completely. She was surrounded by the Grey Jedi that had retrieved her, and stood motionless in the middle of the room, just a small distance from Jhim and Zahara.
In the large, round room with an open roof, surrounded by dozens of Grey robed Jedi, Master Karn was down on his knees, his throat still sore from the grip of his Padawan’s Force ability. He was confused, hurt, but knew well how to keep his inner calm during such moments.

“Why would you do this, Zahara?” he asked, making sure his tone was an even balance between overbearing and helpless.

Zahara smiled an unfamiliar smile, then lent down to speak to her old Master, “I want to show you what it is we wish for. I want to show you our power. Even though you betrayed us, it is only through your ignorance that you have done so. I hope that this will show you, that we have an actual goal; a genuine reason to think outside the boundaries that the Jedi have placed for us.”

Behind Zahara, the six Grey Jedi, who had gone to retrieve Vi from the back room, returned to the crowd. They seemed camouflaged, disappearing among the dozens of other grey robes. They left Jhim, Zahara, and a withered, staggering Vi in the center of the crowded room for all to see.
Out of concern for his own well-being, as well as that of Master Vi, Jhim reached into his robes, ever so gently, and subtly activated the communications device that he always kept with him. The message that he broadcast was sent straight to the Jedi Order; a distress signal,  requesting that the others of his Order come to rescue them. Zahara seemed not to notice, and continued her explanation.

“Master, I know that you think that we are cruel, that we are tainted by the Dark Side of the Force, but that is simply not true. Master Gorean only wished for us to continue his work, for to understand the full mystery is the work of miracles. Let me show you.”

Zahara stood up straight, pushing her red and black tentacles back with a swift movement of her head. She looked straight at Vi, and made her approach to the beaten Jedi Master.
Standing next to her subjected superior, Zahara closed her eyes and began to concentrate intensely. Within a moment, before any of them realized, she opened her eyes and laid her hands on Vi, prepared to use an unknown ability.

“Stop!” Jhim commanded, but still choked from beforehand, he was powerless over her actions.

Zahara’s hands began to glow a bright blue, as Force energy could be seen flowing from her, straight through Master Vi’s skin. The bruises started to lose their purple color, eventually fading away into oblivion.
Proficient in the Jedi arts, Karn was taken aback by the scene. He knew that Force Healing was a rare ability, hardly ever seen or used by the Order. Self healing was difficult, and would usually require hours of meditation. Healing someone else was even more difficult, and had only been recorded on occasion. If Zahara had learned this art through her free studies of the Force, it had been an amazing feat, to say the least.

“Vi? Are you alright?” Jhim asked his old friend.

Vi had seemed to be healed, but swayed back and forth for a moment. Foreseeing that she would fall to the ground, Zahara pulled the Master’s arm over her shoulders and set her down safely. The Twi’lek pulled off her robe and laid it over Vi’s body, making sure she was warm and protected.
It seemed that the healing ability had some side effects, which had even surprised Zahara when she blurted out, “Wow, that’s never happened before, maybe we did go a bit rough on her.”

Not fully understanding the situation, Jhim could only pose another question, “Zahara, where did you learn how to do that?”

“The Force can do horrible things, like how we convinced her to come along, but you know that the Force can accelerate regeneration,” she replied in earnest.
Seeing Zahara smile, Jhim quickly recognized the demeanor of the Padawan that he had trained so long ago. He thought to himself, that her mind had not been as vicious and chaotic as he had assumed in the days before. She had just been hiding a secret from him, and from the rest of the council. His fellow Masters would not stand for knowledge of the Dark Side of the Force however, which quickly reminded Jhim about the distress signal that he had broadcast, just moments before.

“Zahara, listen,” he began, his voice tainted with regret, “we have to get out of here. They are already on their way.”

“Who is on their way?” Zahara replied, “Not-”

An immense explosion erupted from the doorway from which Karn had been forced to enter. The few Grey Jedi who stood next to the door were thrown to the ground. The rescue team had arrived, quite a bit sooner than Master Karn had thought or wanted. Before, his distress was pure and real, but now he only wanted to get them all to safety once more.
A cloud of grey dust from the blast filled the room, as lightsabers were activated all around. Blades of blue, green, yellow and purple could be seen all around them, as the hall was invaded by Jedi from the Order. The Grey Jedi’s robes could hardly be seen, but that was no advantage against those who were strong in the ways of the Force.


“Take care of the intruders!” Zahara commanded, then looked towards Master Karn, who was still knelt next to her after the blast, adding, “They must have followed you! You have to leave, I don’t want them to catch you down here. That could be the end of you!”

“No, I’m going to stay right here. My place is with the both of you-”

The Master’s reply was cut short and he was instantly silent, as he saw multiple lightsabers through the dust, in combat or coming closer. A purple blade was closest, surrounded by dozens of battles around them. The clashing of a hundred Jedi weapons permeated what had just before been silent; the buzzing and zooming of clashing blades’ flashing, refracted throughout the dust created by the Order’s entrance.
The Grey Order were not the best trained, nor the oldest or most experienced of Jedi. Before long, the amount of battles had been cut in half, but Karn still remained focused on the purple blade of unknown origin. He sensed a great power wielding it, a power that he had come to know so well.

“Why did they send her? Anyone but her,” he said out loud.

Before Zahara could respond, the buzz of another lightsaber could be heard from behind them. When Zahara and Jhim turned around, they both were shocked to witness that one Grey Jedi, an unknown figure, had stabbed Master Vi’s lifeless body straight through, even through the floor beneath her. She had just been healed, but now, the damage was irreparable. Her life came to an abrupt end, murdered by one of the children that she had so thought to save.

“The Order must die! Our Order will rise!” the young Grey Jedi yelled proudly, contented with his easy kill.

“Vi! NO!” Karn yelled, no longer concerned with his surroundings.
He stretched out his hand and pushed the Grey Jedi to the far wall with such powerful Force, that they could all hear the wall crumble on that side of the room. If he was not dead on impact, he would have surely met his end at the hands of the Order’s onslaught.

For that moment, Jhim had lost his calm, but as a Master of the Jedi Arts, he quickly regained his composure. He turned to the real danger facing them; the holder of the purple lightsaber. Once he had turned around once more, he was terrified that his assumptions were true. A slender, female figure walked towards them, battle ready; a human clothed in the familiar brown, Jedi robe. Her name was An’ya Kuro.
The Order had sent a powerful Jedi known as the Dark Woman; a Jedi Master who was completely dedicated to the Light Side of the Force. She was so committed to the Light, that she had given up her real name in exchange for that very title. This was her way of showing humility, out of respect for the Force itself.
If it had been anyone else; Mace Windu, Master Yoda, Ki-Adi-Mundi, or any of the other Masters of the High Council, the Grey Order might have been spared, or at least captured. The Dark Woman, on the other hand, was only and impartially true to the Light. With her at the helm, anyone with affiliation to the Dark Side, no matter how innocent, would meet their “just” demise.
On her approach, she had the air of brutality and an imposing demeanor.

“Get away from him!” the Dark Woman commanded to Zahara, not privy to the situation at all.

Jhim tried his best to convince her, “It’s not what you think, she’s my old Pada-”

Before Jhim could even utter the words to stop her, the Dark Woman attacked Zahara with immeasurable force. Her purple lightsaber was blocked instantly, and pushed to the side by the younger Twi’lek, wielding her familiar blue-bladed weapon. As they fought, the dust began to settle, and the ground all around them was littered with the bodies of countless Grey Jedi, along with a few from the Order.
Zahara herself had a difficult time keeping the Master Jedi at bay. She lacked the training to defend herself completely, but dodged and ducked away from the Dark Woman’s onslaught. After just a few strikes, the battle was decided.
One opening in Zahara’s defense was all it took, for the Dark Woman to put her to rest. The purple lightsaber went straight through her, cauterizing the wound instantly. The Twi’lek, able to stand for only a moment after being stabbed, fell towards the ground. Master Karn rushed to catch her, before she hit the ground. Silence fell all around them. The battle was over.

“You… see?” Zahara spoke, her last words to her Master, “They can never understand… us. They…*cough*… too… ignorant.”

Zahara’s head fell, as the last bit of life Force left her body. Her corpse went limp, and Jhim sat there, with his lifeless pupil in his arms. Another cold chill ran down his spine; doubling that feeling of loss that he had never felt before. The Dark Woman stood over them, glad to have beaten the leader of, what she thought was, the Fallen Jedi uprising.

“The Sith must never be allowed to return,” the Dark Woman stated, reaching her hand out to Jhim, “This was for the best, now come on. We must inform the rest of the council, just in case any of these monsters managed to escape.”

Holding Zahara’s lifeless body, Jhim felt the lure of the Dark Side more than he ever had. The pull of desolation and failure were continually stronger and more potent, bringing along grief and despair. He only blamed himself for what had happened; for the distress signal, for the treatment that the children had received from the Council, and for the awful turn of events that he had witnessed.
“You don’t know what you’ve done,” he answered Master Kuro, “they were not Sith, they only wanted to learn. They saw the faults in all of us… in the Jedi way of life.”

“There are no faults in the Jedi way of life,” An’ya retorted, extending her lightsaber alongside Jhim’s neck, “or have you also been tainted?”

With thoughts of beauty; memories of past days of peace and tranquility, Jhim muttered the words he had known and repeated so often:
“There is no death, only the Force.”
He grinned, laughed a bit to himself, then let out a, “Hmm…”

The Jedi Master had finally started to understand more of Zahara and the Grey Jedi’s view of the High Council. Those who stood beside Jhim’s old pupil understood that the order and tranquility of the Jedi was founded on principals that were not unlike the Sith in their bipartisan beliefs in the Force. The Jedi were killers to them, just as the Sith; their respective ideals separated only by their perspective.
He began to realize that the first Grey Jedi; the Zabrak whom he had once met on the planet of Ilum, was not wrong. He had sought to learn the entire mystery, while the Jedi kept themselves secluded and ignorant; partial to only a portion of the knowledge that could save so many lives. He looked down at Zahara’s body that he was holding, then over to his fallen friend, Vi. Master Karn felt, for the first time in his life, pure and utter hopelessness.
-Perhaps Gorean was right- he thought to himself, -Zahara’s curiosity, the will of these Padawans… perhaps it is only natural that those who are sensitive to the Force would wish to understand everything about the power that they possess…-

His thoughts were quickly disturbed by Master Kuro; the Dark Woman. With the purple blade of her lightsaber still glowing; leering over him, she insisted on his answer to her question.
“I am not here to play games. Are you with us, Master Karn?”

Jhim could say little, still holding the motionless body of his defeated Padawan in his arms. He was beyond distressed. No amount of meditation would take away the regret… nor the anger.

“The question is,” Jhim began, looking up, “are you against me?”

Quickly and suddenly, he reached out his hand towards the Dark Woman, using the Force to attract Zahara’s lightsaber, left on the ground behind her. While it flew through the air, Jhim pressed the button on the side of the lightsaber with a touch of Force power, revealing the blue blade. The active, glowing weapon streaked through the air, directly towards the Dark Woman.

Anticipating this attack, the sufficiently trained and level headed Dark Woman jumped, somersaulting and making a corkscrew in the air. In one swift motion, the fight was over before it had even began. The blue lightsaber fell to the ground with a clatter, rolling next to the head of Jhim Karn; defender of the Republic, and loyal Jedi Master.

The Dark Woman retracted her lightsaber instantly, as her feet touched down gracefully. The other Jedi that had accompanied her tried to intervene too late, so she held her hand up to stop them from interfering.
She looked down at her friend, her fellow Jedi Master, beheaded by her hand.
It was to be one of the two warriors who would fall that day, and she knew that well. Karn had been eradicated swiftly, along with the Younglings that he had saved, so long ago. Now that the destruction of this “Dark Order” was complete, she felt a pinch of disappointment. There would be no chance for her to discover the reason behind all of the madness.

What she could never know; what made it all the more unsettling, was that she had no idea how or why the students had arrived at that forsaken temple that day. She would never know exactly why the Padawans had assembled; clad in their grey robes in the Underworld of Coruscant. She would later write in her report that they had all fallen to the Dark Side of the Force, including Master Jhim Karn. Even though this was only conjecture, based on the rumors surrounding the once-lost Younglings, she knew of no other reason why they would have been there.
Master Vi, on the other hand, was mentioned to clearly be a victim of their downfall.
“Master Vi had fallen victim to their profanities,” she concluded after further research; once learning that Vi and Karn had been seen together, in the hall of the Galactic Senate just hours before.
Because of her own lack of evidence and information, the Dark Woman, as well as the rest of the Jedi High Council, would never know what turn of events had caused this tragedy. The report, like so many others, would be buried in the Jedi Library’s datacrons, gathering dust alongside Karn’s old Master, Jocasta Nu.

The mystery of Master Karn’s “fall” to the Dark Side would never be solved, but the Jedi who were a part of the pandemonium that day, would never forget the slaughter of far too young, “fallen” Jedi.