Premises Broken

An Epic Story does not work well with Comic Books/Graphic Novels. The Epics were auditory in nature. They were, quite literally, told. Comics are primarily visual. The story is seen. Because of this, or perhaps in spite of this, my story can not follow the same structure. At least not without some modification.

Through the process of putting my story into a written format I have been able to observe a pacing error. I had a thought of just having Gregor the Observate narrate over an action scene. I would have him detail some semblance of back story while the action within the panels would be of a gruesome conflict. Neither narration nor action having a direct relation to the other. And while this was exciting to visualise it conflicted with the overall story idea.

Psychological, supernatural, love Epic.

Love - I think this has, and will further be defined in the overall telling.

Supernatural - The creatures and situations in and of themselves will detail this aspect.

Psychological - This I have only alluded at and towards. And, as such, is something that needs to become more central than it has been thus far.

Is Venge just crazy? Is this world that he exists in just imagined? Up to this point it has just been stated that it is all true. In doing so I have missed opportunities to cast doubt on behalf of the reader. Possibly, near the end of the chronicle, I will cast light on the truth.

So then, how to tell a visual story that may be falsely observed? How to tell an Epic visually? I find myself coming back to Gregor but not as a stater of facts as he was previously depicted. He shall instead rejoin with his actual purpose. The storyteller.

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Foreword

My name is, Gregor. I have for you a tale of a remarkable man and his quest to be reunited with his true love. The details of this adventure have come to me through observation and from interviews I was able to get from those involved. Wherever the details have become conflicted I have chosen to use the point of view of this man. You may have already heard of him; The man called, Venge.

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Book 1: Avenge

Chapter 1: A Load Off My Mind

In a forgotten harbor town on the west coast of North American, gunshots and laughter can be heard emanating from the warehouse district. While gunshots and laughter are not unheard of in this part of town around payday, today is not payday. Upon closer inspection, it would appear that warehouse 43 is very active tonight. Word has gotten around that the owner would be there in person to oversee something of importance. And while mob ties have never been proven in court, the presence of the additional goons running about lend some truth to Mario Rossi's being there. Or as most know him...

"Don Rossi," sings a hauntingly sinister voice from within the stacks of crates and containers, "where are your manners? My mistress has bid you to dance and your turn her down?!"

Bullets impact the walls of crates as a shadow streaks past.

"Instead you send these unworthy suitors?"

A running clothesline topples three men who had taken up position behind an overturned, metal table.

"Trust me, Mario, they will each have a turn, but tonight is your dance with Death!"