I'm still working on this, sorry its taking so long, life has been busy lately.
Here is an example of one of the style I am writing in. Note that there are still some TODOs and WIP notes for myself in here, but it should give you a flavor for what I am aiming for.
Something like this:
Ezarin grunted as he keeled before the monolithic door. His mind focused on every crack as a black shapeless menace poked and prodded at the ward sealing the cracks. The dark void contained within was testing his defenses again. Keeping the ward up was becoming more fatiguing every time the shapeless void stirred. It was learning, toying with, and taunting Ezarin's containment with every moment.
Ezarin shakes his head, trying again to regain focus. A bit of self-doubt started to creep into his mind. A distant voice echoed in the thoughts swirling around him proclaiming, "This is not a battle you can win Ezarin.". Every day that voice was becoming just a bit more pronounced, and today is the day Ezarin might pay it some mind.
With a stoic expression, Ezarin reaches down to a pendent draped loosely around his neck. He grasps it firmly in his palm and takes a deep breath. The shapeless void prodding the ward in front of him was still toying with the defenses but Ezarin had enough concentration in his spirit to turn his focus on the pendent for just a moment.
Just like a simple conjuring spell, Ezarin's mind pierced through the veil of oblivion to open a conduit to the sister pendent, in possession of another powerful mage, Hellester. [ TODO, Intro to Hellester here ].
[ TODO, the story so far dialog goes here, catching Hellester up to the present day. This will also catch the reader up too since they are injected mid-story. ]
Hellester's voice picks up a bit of urgency as the reality of events Shivering Isles sinks in as he says "Is there anything that can be done to completely contain this shapeless chaos?"
Ezarin takes a deep breath and collects his thoughts before he says, "Yes Hellester there is one remaining choice. It is risky but it may work. Seek the journals I have conjured into the candlelit room of the imperial library. You remember the fifth wall in that room?"
Hellester seems perplexed as he asked, "Yes, I remember the fifth wall in that room, but surly no space for any books could fit within what I thought was just a mere divider in the library."
Ezarin's concentration is pulled back to the ward, but after a moment he says, "It is an illusion old friend. The wall contains a small pocket of moonshadow, big enough to store the imperial library. The way will reveal itself under the light of a full Secunda and Masser, a bit of a challenge so deep within the imperial library."
Hellester smiles, "A few well placed portals may shed some moonlight into your moonshadow pocket."
Ezarin says, "I have faith in you old friend.", as the pendent slips from his hand, returning to refocus the ward keeping the black shapeless menace at bay.
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Still much more to come, but what do you think of the writing style so far?