NOVEL NEXT Poll - Next Series
In about five weeks RR will be reaching the end of B3 of Magelord, completing the starting trilogy. I'm tentatively naming it Foundation. As the name indicates, I have many more plans for the series. As I mentioned to my patrons, it's just not making enough for me to pay the bills.
With Magelord wrapping up, it's time for the poll for what I'll be writing next.
This poll is on Patreon too, if you really want to weigh in. All votes on Patreon will count as triple a vote on RR.
All of these have their plots fleshed out, so any that gets enough votes will likely make its way to the page for at least one book.
Poll will run until the 13th, at which point, I'll start the next series.
Legend of the Duskwalker:
Post Apoc, System Rescue LitRPG. Archer/trap/stealth MC with strong steal from the rich, give to the poor, anti-establishment vibes
...Synopsis...
It all started with a single spark.
A single flicker within the void, ever expanding.
So was our universe born.
When the first incursion was detected, it was little more than such a spark, a single point of interest to an otherwise distracted humanity. A few enterprising souls noted this tiny break in the fabric of reality. And, as we are so prone to doing, we poked it with a stick. One made of fragments of electrons, a genius creation of thousands of brilliant minds, building upon the backs of thousands more, but a stick, nonetheless.
That stick poked a hole they couldn't close. In a single night, Europe was overrun. The rest of the world didn't last much longer.
The apocalypse was a bad time for most people. For Dax Hawke, it had its ups and downs. Despite being born in an era of unending entertainment, Dax had always preferred the company of his own mind and the movement of his own body.
Parkour, freerunning, cementsurfing, being a motherfucking ninja.
Whatever it was called, Dax had embraced it well before his friends had shown him the videos, and the apocalypse had only given him more reason to move.
It had kept him alive when the monsters had come through the broken holes in reality, canceling college. Kept him free, when the military rolled in, enslaving those who turned to them for protection. Kept him sane as he explored the ruined city, his only company the woman's voice on the other end of his malfunctioning radio.
Somehow, he'd managed to survive long enough to hear that fateful message echo through the air, reaching him and the remnants of humanity.
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"We are sorry for your loss. We offer what we can. It is not enough."
"It never is," Dax had whispered back.
When he went to investigate, Dax was caught by small minded men. Intent on punishing him for refusing to submit, they destroyed his legs, leaving him for dead. In those final moments, the radio sparked once more.
"If anyone's out there, please help! They're outside… oh god, please."
To his surprise, Dax Hawke reached inside and found the will to go on. Not for himself, but for the woman who'd kept him sane. He would take the tools provided by the System and prove that even the most wounded of birds…
Could become Legend.
Ark, Orphan to Archmage:
Timeloop, Native MC on other world, native system, rags to riches, morally grey mc
...Synopsis...
The orphanage was Ark's life. And the littles were the most annoying part of it.
Still, when a mage came along and stole all the littles away, Ark did what he always did. He took care of the problem.
Except, as Miss Tuther had told him a hundred times, interrupting a mage in the middle of their ritual could have disastrous consequences. With a newly awakened mana-core, stuck inside a time-loop that reset every time he died, Ark was up against the greatest challenge of his life.
And if that wasn't bad enough, he had to learn to read.
The NEMESIS System:
Urban fantasy & sci-fi. Symbiote with a System in a small midwest American town. Cautious MC
Supervillain vs supervillain vibes. No heroes here, though MC isn't evil
...Synopsis...
Being a janitor wasn't the worst job. It had decent hours, solid benefits, and let Thorn pass the days in relative peace.
About as good as an ex-con like him could hope for.
That all got thrown out the window when he was exposed to a symbiote. It offered incredible strength, speed and most importantly, the ability to restore his crippled hand. However, it came with a cost. Thorn needed to subdue the symbiote before it turned him into the sort of monster that gave ex-cons like him a bad name.
As the cherry on top, the head scientist at Exogen, the company that created the symbiote, wanted it back. And he wasn't concerned with the state of the host.
Over The Edge:
Cyberpunk litrpg, idealistic mc in a gritty world. Phantoms of other characters showing up as part of the training/System
...Synopsis...
Miko's life was going nowhere fast.
Which wasn't to say he didn't have dreams. His best friend Kami would say he had too many of those. Especially for an orphan boy growing up on the streets of Sodom and Gomorrah, the Twin Cities.
That all changed when Miko stumbled into an exchange between a low ranking corpo and one of the nomads who ran the wasteland around the Twin Cities. The stumble was rather literal, Miko knocking the merchandise to the floor, activating it.
After the smoke cleared, he found the device damaged beyond repair, both the corpo and the nomad dead at his feet.
Even as guilt wracked him, words flashed across his cortex, ones that were entirely new. The EDGE realm-warping nano-tech now stood ready.
He'd inherited more than a few burns and bad dreams.
He'd inherited a future.
Isekai eh:
Canadian from northern British Columbia gets isekai'd into a ringworld with magic and monsters.
...Synopsis...
Jed grew up wrestling grizzlies, building custom cars and debating theoretical physics.
A modern day Northern Canadian.
That was before he plummeted out of a moving airplane and discovered a gateway in an ancient catacombs buried in the Swiss Alps.
Within, he solved a riddle thousands of years old, earning him a one-way ticket to the world of Nym, a ringworld larger than hundreds of Earths, all of it controlled by a great overarching system.
Greeted by the friendly locals, everything seems great at first. However, the Architects are dead, warp-demons pray at the edges of the ring, and the God-Empress of man seems to have gone mad.
Jed only had one thing to say in response.
Isekai-eh, motherfuckers.