I can't believe I'm saying this, but the two-year anniversary of my Discord server is fast-approaching.
I have wanted to do something special for this. I *very briefly* considered writing a short one-shot of some kind, but time is just not a luxury I am enjoying a great deal of currently.
After a good deal of discussion, myself and some of those who work with me on all of this have decided to do a one-off podcast. Part of this podcast will be a Q&A session. There is temporarily a new channel on the Discord server, but you guys can post any questions you have in the reviews on here, or message me directly. All questions should be sent in by 11:59 PM EST on July 9th. I will avoid answering anything too personal or potentially identifying, but other than that, it is fair game.
There will also be a couple of special guests on here as well, so I hope this serves as something you all will be interested in. It will be posted on the ACI100 YouTube channel on the 22nd of July.
Thank you all for what is now almost two years of this server. It has been a wild ride the whole way and I cannot wait to continue on the journey.
Also, if you would like to join the Discord server, you can actually read the next few chapters of this story right now. The next seven are currently available on my P*T*E*N page. Both links can be found on my profile.
Oh, and because I feel guilty about the disturbance, I have included a brief excerpt from year 3's first chapter at the bottom.
Cheers,
Ace
(This posting will be deleted once it is no longer relevant. Apologies for the disturbance and I will see you in the fall)
June 20, 1993
Weitts Manor
11:54 PM
The night was ironically mundane, given the occasion. By old rights and testaments, this was one of the most auspicious nights of the year, for the stroke of midnight would usher in one of the major solstices. Despite the night's symbolic gravity, however, Magical Britain could not have appeared any more ordinary.
A warm summer's breeze gently whistled across the country whilst a thick layer of clouds obstructed the moonlight that sought to illuminate the lush green land far below.
The world might not have provided the most thematic backdrop, but that didn't mean everything about this night was so mundane.
In one of the most well-secured manors in the world, four figures had just stepped out of swirling emerald fire and into a large entrance hall composed mainly of marble. All four of these individuals wore blank expressions, though tension was obvious in the youngest of the four.