Neverstone Cosmology in a Nutshell

Well, folks, now that Book 4: The Voice Highmost is currently in the process of being given a thorough lookings-at by the editors, I’ve come to realize something: this shit’s fuckin’ weird.

Especially in this last installment of the saga, there’s going to be a lot of talk about “The Gallery” and “World-Pillars” and whatnot. Without a little extra help, you’d think you were walking into something the Kingdom Hearts universe would have come up with.

So, here’s the aforementioned extra help.

The way the multiverse is set up is for the following reasons:

  1. So that the Pale Hawk can dip His fleshy little Demiurgic fingers into a bunch of other non-Neverstone stuff that’s in the works, in subtle but extant ways.
  2. To create a structure for the multiverse that’s just as chaotic, flawed, and fundamentally human as our own world. There are gods, but they’re less “I AM THE LORD THY GOD AND I WILL PURGE MY WORLD FREE OF NAUGHTY PICTURES OF GIRLS WITH CLEANSING FIRE” and more “Flustered civil servant who ultimately means well.”

    That last point – if you’ll permit me to speak for a moment not as Ned Caratacus, but as Dave, the guy who invented him – is the only way God could exist that makes any ethical sense.

Now back to my Ned bullshit. Quack, quack, where’s my peas, et cetera.

So let’s dive in. BEHOLD, A MULTIVERSE!

…that requires a little explanation, doesn’t it?

The Gallery: The multiversal hub world. It was never created at any point, it simply is. The Gallery takes the form of wide, open plains, extending for eternity, interspersed with towering columns of black clay.

(Ever been to this area in Dark Souls 1? Same vibe.)

Perception Level: If the Gallery were a building, these would be different “floors.” It’s nigh-impossible to travel between floors.

They’re called “Perception Levels” because if we saw something from a different perception level, we wouldn’t be able to comprehend it in any way that makes sense – or we’d only be able to see it as fictional.

The Neverstone saga takes place entirely on perception level six. Usually, fictional characters are on lower perception levels — but Bighorn Studios’ accidental use of PrometheOS to make a reboot of For The Light! caused a world to appear on the same perception level as Earth.

(Q: “But Ned, does that mean all stories are real in lower perception levels?” A: Not all but lots.)

(Q: “Does that mean the Shrek universe is real?” A: I am legally obligated to neither confirm nor deny. [Meet me in the back alley at 1 AM. Bring an onion.])

(Q: “But me, reading this at home – hypothetically, what Perception Level am I on?” A: Level Seven.)

World-Pillars: The aforementioned black columns. They’re infinitely high and hollow inside. The walls within are lined with paintings. At the bottom of the pillar is the painting for the “root world” from which all versions of that world in questions were born. After that, the rest of the wall is taken up by an infinite amount of paintings, each labeled “Root + (number)” or “Root – (number)”. Each one represents a parallel universe caused by a different decision made by someone or something in the root world.

Pillar Master: The ruler of an individual World-Pillar and all the parallel worlds within. This is usually whoever embodies that world’s concept of godhead. Some Pillar Masters have arbiters of their will (basically angels or “sub-gods”) who help out in individual worlds.

Antegalleria: A space within an individual world-painting that connects to its World-Pillar – and by proxy, the rest of the Gallery. These spaces are often used by Pillar Masters to store their unused content for various worlds – or in some cases, their personal effects and things they borrowed from the Demiurge.

Antegallerian spaces are the Demiurge’s jurisdiction, and coming too close to them without a clear goal often results in a mortal subject’s mind being taken over by the Demiurge. (This, of course, is accidental on the Demiurge’s part.)

Demiurge: The lawful-neutral supernatural being who rules an entire perception level. They usually let individual Pillar Masters take care of their own worlds and only interfere whenever the safety of the Gallery is threatened.

A Demiurge is omnipotent and its authority is absolute. But in order for mortals to have free will, Demiurges take great lengths to limit their own power. (The nature of these limitations is a huge spoiler.)

An individual Demiurge answers only to Demiurges from higher perception levels. This collective of Demiurges is known as the Infinite Hierarchy, because by definition, there’s no one at the top of the pecking order – only higher and higher authority ad infinitum. That way, there’s always someone to hold someone else accountable.

It’s important to remember that the Demiurges didn’t create the Gallery. They are merely stewards of reality – cosmic janitors, if you will – trying to hold the Gallery together.

Zurvan: The inscrutable homeworld of all Demiurges. It’s the only world that exists outside the purview of the Gallery. Very little is known about it except for the following:

1. It’s older than the Gallery (which, as I’ve said, is already eternally old).
2. It’s mostly a dark ocean.
3. The wildlife is exclusively made of these weird little pterodactyl-things called Amphettes. They’re immortal, about the size of a pigeon, and mostly just scream. The Gallery’s full of them, too.

Lostin: The capital city of Perception Level Six. It exists between World-Pillars. The Pale Hawk Himself is the mayor. It’s the multiversal big apple, where wanderers from all over the Gallery gather to mingle and do business with other worlds.

Neverstone Book 4 is with the editor!

Hoo, boy. As of March 1st, the last entry of the Neverstone Saga is currently with the editorial gods of Aethon Books for some good ol’ once-and-twice-oversmanship.

Here’s some sneek peekery, keeping things ambiguous (ofc).

  • The title is “The Voice Highmost.”
  • The majority of action takes place on Earth.
  • Era’s still the main character, but Angel Sanchez’s character arc will be the focus.
  • The gang’s gonna finally meet the mysterious “Pale Hawk” who rules over the multiverse – and whatever you’re expecting of this meeting, I can guarantee you that’s not how it’s gonna go.
  • Yes, Edgar the weasel is still grafted to Ross’s hand. No, he does not shit in Ross’s blood. He’s got a little colostomy bag.
  • Astrid’s simp army would like a word with you…
  • Speaking of the Queen of Night, she’s got a world-shattering secret that not even she knows about…
  • M̸̖̃I̴̩͑S̴̖͆S̸̳̊ ̴̜͌M̴̱̿E̸̲͒ ̶̱̈́Ķ̴̆I̸̟̔D̵̮̐S̵̯̀?̶̥̀ ̷̤͆Ḯ̸̞T̵͖̿’̴̣͠S̶̼̏ ̵͍̾B̶̗͠E̸̮̿E̴̜̓N̶̖͂ ̴̞̋Á̵͈ ̸̬́W̶̝͛H̸͈̀I̸̬̊L̴̗̓É̵͎ ̴̞͌/̴͉̓ ̸̳͑W̸̦͠H̸̝͝E̵̡̾R̴͉̓E̸̟͂ ̶͖͒C̸͍̓Å̵̺N̵͉̓ ̷͖̒I̶̤͑ ̴̩̅E̴̩̒’̶͎̚Ę̵͠N̸͉͝ ̷̥̏B̷̻̚Ȇ̴̥Ġ̴̺Ĭ̴͍N̴̺͒?̵̞͆ ̶͉͝/̷̧͑ ̴͕̈́B̶̖͗U̵̱͐T̵͓͂ ̷̤͐W̶̱̔H̶̥͛Ĭ̴͉L̶̲̎E̵͓̾ ̶̰̀W̵̖͝E̷̜̾’̶̠̾R̶̞̾E̶̳̔ ̶̫̂O̸̤͝N̶̲͘ ̷̣̈T̵̚ͅH̷̦͘E̷͚̽ ̴̬̈S̴̺͌U̴̖͂B̴̬̊Ȅ̵̬C̸̦͋T̴̹͆,̷̧̑ ̶͇̉H̷̥͠Ó̴̤W̸͕̾ ̵̽ͅ/̷̱͝ ̷̦̑Á̵̝B̵̼̈́O̷͇̽U̶̖̾T̶̝̀ ̷̖̉Y̶̹̽Ő̸̩Ȗ̵̙ ̵̣̈́L̸͚̓Ë̷̪́T̸̩̅ ̷̯́M̷̰̿E̵̮̾ ̵̲͆Î̵͉N̶̥͊?̴̬̾!̷̯͝
  • The individual books of the Neverstone quartet were built around themes of “What it means to be a _____.” Lemme fill in the blanks for you…
    Book 1, The Mad Elf: “What it means to be a hero.”
    Book 2, Hero Killer: “What it means to be a villain.”
    Book 3, Noah the Red: “What it means to be a king.”
    Book 4, The Voice Highmost: “What it means to be a god.”
  • I highly suggest having a stiff drink before you read Chapter 22.

And finally, here’s a collage of Neverstone Book 4 with zero context:

Neverstone Book 3: Just A Month Away

As usual, the great Fernando Granea has knocked it out of the park for the cover.

Well, it seems I’m at an impasse. On one hand, I know Book 3 is amazing. On the other, I can’t travel forward in time and steal every tidbit for you about how it’s going to go. It’ll be available on August 23rd and no earlier, so I’m afraid I have no idea what’s going to happen.

…never mind, I just remembered I wrote the damn thing, so I absolutely know how it goes. (Say what you will about a duck that can type — it’s a duck that can commit anything to memory that’s noteworthy. What’s my name, again?)

So, without giving away too much, here’s some little sneakage and/or peekage at book 3, Noah the Red:

  • As the name can tell you, it’s very Noah-centric. Era’s still the main character, but this one is where Noah’s character arc comes to fruition.
  • There’s a reason for the bizarre strength of Noah’s spells like speed buff…
  • Those who liked the cute Era x Liv moments from the last two books are gonna be eatin’ good, I tell ya what.
  • Those who liked the trauma and major character deaths from the last book are gOnNa Be EaTiN’ tOo GoOd I tElL yA wHaT
  • This book is gonna be Gregor Koschei’s finest hour.
  • There’s at least one chapter set on Earth, dealing with Angel Sanchez’s end of things.
  • “Oh, so it turns out Neverstone was cosmic horror the whole time?”
  • L̴̩̠̐O̶̧͉̊̂R̴͎͛̑D̶̝͊ ̵͓͔́̚O̸͚͌̈H̶̪̍R̷̩̊͐T̶͓̟̾A̵͍̰͊Ḭ̶̦̓ ̷̖̹̌̈́P̸̣͈̂͘A̴̜͘Ḻ̴̑͐E̸̙̿͆H̸̡̼͋A̵͔͍̾Ẁ̸̝͔K̴̺̦͝ ̸͖̰̆̍Ù̶̠̈́N̷̢͈͊́Ṡ̸̞͌H̴̨̢͒A̴̰͐C̶̞̜͝K̶͖̟̎̔Ḻ̸͛E̶̮͠S̶̙̀ ̸̟̍̃T̷͕̈I̸̖̘͗M̴̹̟̃̿E̷̥̊
  • A minor antagonist from Book 1 is going to come back for a downright twisted role early on.
  • Yes, that snake on the cover is our old pal Fangzor. No, he hasn’t gotten any less mean.
  • That rifle-toting bunny on the cover is a new party member: Bean, Noah’s clingy robotic plushie.
  • While writing this entry, I nicknamed it the End of Nevergelion.
  • This is the most chaotic entry in the Neverstone series yet.
  • …but not as chaotic as the final entry, the Voice Highmost.

UPDATE: Oh, right, this blog is a thing.

Terribly sorry for the radio silence, friends. I was too busy preoccupied by the fact that a computer doesn’t work like my typewriter; ergo, I’ve spent the past few months angrily bashing my head against the side of this laptop to get the bar to advance to the next line.

It shames me to admit that I was only able to continue my work with the intervention of T̶̨̰̟̟̀̏̉͂͋͑͝͝H̵̥̀͠ͅÊ̷̖͎̪͕̝͎̞̻͊̒͠ ̶̛̼̦̰͍͛͘P̴̙̆Ą̴̝͈͍̪̄͌̒͒͜͝L̵̢̖̩̊̂̏͠E̶̩͙̝̞͑͋̈́ͅ ̸̡͓̦̊́͝H̸̢̹̺̙̗̗̟̓́̍Ã̶̺̥̜̺̘̍̅̔͌͒̚͘W̷͉͓̯͑͛̀̈́͘͘K̶̍͂͒̓͋ͅ while Ḩ̶̬̮͖̗̹̟͊͂̀̓̐E̵͓̱͇̳͕̣͘ was delivering my monthly ration of S̶̲̠̖͂̚͝Ơ̸̜̦̫̘̏͊Ǘ̶̘̣̩̲̤͂͆̓͌̎̀L̷̺̪̥͊̋̓̎͘͝ ̷̛̻̤͒D̶͈̩̠̱͒͂E̶͍̤̼͎͉͉͙̿̈́͝ͅB̴̰̒̎̈́̅̏͐̐̚Ą̵̱̹̰̞̼͛Ṣ̵̌̋͋͋Ȅ̴̡͚̦͒͜M̵̩̪̖͔͚͉̺̀͜͝E̷͖͎̯͓̪̤̅̐͌̾͘̕N̷̹̪̪̬̥͑̔T̵̻̠͖̣̦̄̽͐̕ͅ.

“LORD OHRTAI PALEHAWK UNSHACKLES TIME…”

Needless to say, I’m back in the saddle again. And I’ve got a few updates for you about Book 3, Noah the Red

  • Yes, I have seen the cover.
  • Yes, it is the most power metal shit I’ve seen in my life.
  • No, I cannot show you the cover yet.
  • Yes, Book 3 is coming out soon.
  • No, I have not yet been given the release date.
  • Of the Chosen Three, Noah is the most terrifying force of nature – he just doesn’t know it yet.

Since there’s very little I can tell you in writing, here’s some images, sans context, that might tell you a thing or two about how Book 3 is gonna go.

My opinion of Evangelion can be summed up in three words: Not. Enough. Ducks.

Is this where I put “Hello, World” or some such? Because, at the risk of sounding like I belong in a museum, that feels gauche.

‘Tis I. (Illustration by of David Benson – facebook.com/grandpropaganda)

At any rate, hello, cruel world. The name’s Dr. Nedford P. D. Q. Caratacus, Esquire. Unfortunately, I seem to be another single* white** novelist making his way through the biz.

*(And not ready to mingle – Good Lord, do not Google duck mating habits. Every duckling that ever peeps is the by-product of a broken home. You’ll find more wholesome love stories with Alex DeLarge in them.)
**(Plumage.)

I was, more or less, thrust into the position of author against my will. It all started when I bet a sum of R̵̟̎̓E̸̙͗͝Ą̴̀̇L̷̲̾I̵̿̈ͅT̶͍̐Y̷͔͍͛͑ with a rather unpleasant fella by the name of T̷̞̺̚Ĥ̸̳̔E̷̲̯͝ ̶̠͋P̵͎̔͝Ȧ̷̰͋L̶̰͈͐Ë̷̘́ ̵͚̽̏Ḣ̴̲Ȃ̴̺̿W̷̫̄̓K̵͇̏ on the Cubs losing the 2016 World Series. Naturally, Ȟ̵͙̺̅E̶̱͕̊͝,̴͓̚ ̸̟̀͊U̷̠̳͐̈́N̵̲͙̆̎S̴̛͇̥̀P̵̭̒́E̷͚͍̅Á̵̘K̵̖̮͒̈Ḁ̶̓B̷̠̮̌̍L̵̖͔̆É̵̡̓ͅ ̶̘̄͝A̸̮̳̿N̵̹̑̕ͅD̷͎̲̕͝ ̷̬̭̆̀E̴̪͉͂͂T̵̠̜̒E̶͔͋̿R̶̤̈́Ṇ̶̃͝A̷̞̅̚L̴͉̬̓L̸̛̤͌ͅY̴͍͍̊̃ ̴͚̣͂̈́I̶̭̔͝M̴̛̜̤̅P̶̟̐É̷̖͔͘R̴̼̚Č̶̟E̷͕͛̈I̶͎̭̅͑V̴͇̭̓̓A̷̝͝B̶̹̟͆͗L̷̻̇Ë̸̖̘́̾ ̸̻̿H̴̘̄Ë̵̼ won the bet, and I was forced to observe & record the actions of some chumps over in Luminar.

But as my mother always told me: a Caratacus always finds a way to thrive in his surroundings, no matter how bleak! (She also bit my cousin’s eyes out because she was starving, but that’s neither here nor there.)

I’ll have you know, my family are the proud descendants (don’t ask how, it gets real squicky real fast) of the first-century British king Caratacus. He fought tooth and nail against the Roman Empire in a single mountain encampment, wearing only a blue G-string. Naturally, a neighboring queen narc’d on him, and Caratacus was dragged to Rome in chains.

But he and his family were pardoned by King Claudius and lived in Rome as guests.

Because he asked nicely.

So, in the spirit of that tradition, I have no intention of letting H̵̨̜̏͂Ë̸̤̤́̕ ̷̫̣̀͝W̶̨̟̄H̷̟̤̓̾Ö̷̖́ ̵̤̕H̷̯̹͐̈́Ê̴̺͛Á̸͈̋R̴͉̟̆S̶̛̤,̵̬̪̿͝ ̸̺̅̐B̸̫͑̚U̶̞͒̍Ṯ̶̣͌ ̷̩̚D̴̤̋O̷̢̍̕Ḛ̵͎̽S̸̟̋ ̴̘̀H̸͉̆E̸̫̫͘ ̷̜̲̎L̷̢̯͗̒Ĭ̷͚̙Š̶̱Ṱ̴̎̐E̷͖͌Ņ̸̕?̴̡͑̌?̶̖̕?̷̗͒̾ down!

So, here in my corner of the World Wide Court of Public Opinion, you’ll find the following:

  • A few cobbled-together thinkpieces on this-and-that for publishing & current events.
  • Guides, profiles, artwork, maps, & other lore for the world of my LitRPG saga, Neverstone.
  • Information about new & forthcoming projects from yours truly.

Keep on quackin’, fellow countrymen.