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The New World: Chapter 6“A murder of the first degree”The New World: Chapter 6 by The-Monoblos
The month of August, year 1048 of the 2nd era, the grand city of Vimé, the capital city of the empire of the old world, and home to the Emperor.
Manuss looked into the faces of those gathered in the small room above the square in which Gimignano was being taken away after killing Mikke just moments before; Hassan and Lentz Allarror, Rolunn de Tchekkov, Zainsurra Sybban, Felde Grana, Rommun Pellinor and Bron de Terre.
“Hassan, Lentz and Rolunn, you’re with me. We’re going to move fast and light. Zaubsurra, Felde, Rommun and Bron; get back to the ship as fast you can, prepare her for cast off. As soon we four are done in the palace the city’s going to be swarming with soldiers.”
“Manuss” Hassan interrupted him, “don’t worry; we all remember the plan.”
The month of July, year 1047 of the 2nd era, in an abandoned house in the grand city
The New World: Chapter 5“A meeting with a battle surgeon”The New World: Chapter 5 by The-Monoblos
The month of March, year 1048 of the 2nd era, in the grand city of Rialto in the old world.
Gimignano squeezed the shot glass in his hand as hard as he could. It broke under strength and splintered into lots of little glass shards. The rest of the whisky dribbled out to the bottom of his hand and dripped to the floor.
He hurled the rest of the whiskey bottle into a wall at the far end of the room and stormed towards the front doors of the bank.
“Where are you going!?” Giorgio shouted after him. He did not get an answer and the door slammed loudly shut behind Gimignano as he left the building in a rage.
Giorgio was silent for a long time. He sat in his cushioned chair with half a shot glass left of whiskey looking at a painting which hung underneath the second floor balcony.
“The three horse-men of the apocalypse, and the one horse-woman” he remarked. [“Mae'r tri ceffyl-ddynion o'r Apo
The New World: Chapter 4“A meeting with Giorgio Farradan”The New World: Chapter 4 by The-Monoblos
The month of January, year 1048 of the 2nd era; on a bank of the south Daroline River, close to the town of Suralla.
A body washed up on the riverbank. Two more followed within a minute. A crow fluttered down onto the muddy bank from the top of a small outcrop of rock. It had been following the bodies for a few minutes now. A small soft-shelled crab which had made the riverbank its home quickly scuttled out from underneath of the bodies.
Two of the bodies were in body bags, though the bags had themselves been torn to shreds upon slamming into the river at tremendous speed from high up in the air. The third body had not however been placed in a bag.
Then, quite suddenly, as if out of nowhere, something happened. The third body, the one by itself, twitched. The crow was sure it twitched, and looked at it intently. Then it twitched again. The crow did not like that the body was twitching. It had been planning to peck th
The New World: Chapter 3“After the murders”The New World: Chapter 3 by The-Monoblos
The Month of January, year 1048 of the second era; Suralla
Gimignano sat on the stone spiral steps which lead up into the pulpit inside the small chapel. He held his head in his hands and, not for the first time of late, lay silent and mournful.
The door from he had entered the holy building was narrowly ajar and the faintest glimmers of the suns morning light were just creeping through.
There was nobody else in the chapel with him.
There had in fact been no-one with him, watching vigil as he claimed he was doing, throughout the night. He knew, inside, that he was not watching a vigil – he was just trying to get as much time to himself as he could.
The chapel was, all said and done just a simple, rectangular, brick building with no windows on one end of a small road. The tiled roof pointed upwards and was held up by wooden slats and a great deal of mortar – it was not too different from any other building in Suralla.
The New World: Chapter 2“The new continent & Her people”The New World: Chapter 2 by The-Monoblos
The month of January, year 1048 of the second Era; Suralla.
The sun hung low in the air. Outside the town of Suralla a carriage slowly crept towards one of the steel portcullis gatehouses into the city. The gatehouse was flanked by two, three-storey circular towers with coned roofs. The walls were built from a mix-match of stone mined from the north of the region, in the middle of the marsh where the Daroline River flowed down from the mountains. The slate tiles would have been transported in from the south, from Renn, in exchange for large amounts of money. Most houses in the city of Suralla would be tiled with slate from Renn.
Gimignano lay in the back of the horse and trap, looking up blankly at the golden-orange sky. He did not know that he had reached the town.
As the carriage neared the gatehouse a main in a chainmail hauberk carrying a long guisarme stepped out from one of the towers and walked into the middle
The New World: Chapter 1“At the Mansion House outside Rialto”The New World: Chapter 1 by The-Monoblos
The month of December, year 1047 of the second Era; near to Rialto.
A sparrow chirped in the darkness. It cocked its head to one side and ruffled its wings suddenly before jerking its head back up again and looked out into the dark night sky once more.
Across the canyon, on the face of the other cliff, loomed a grand manor house with many torches lighting it up at each corner. From where the sparrow roosted the entire face of the cliff could be seen. A road, if it could be called such, wound down the side of the cliff eventually meeting with the main highway to the city of Rialto at the mouth of the canyon below. At that intersection a blockade had been put into place, and from there a queue of four or five dozen grubby, dirty townsfolk were gathered. None of them were ever going to get in to the event at the manor looking as they did.
From the mouth of the canyon a dark figure slowly emerged; a horse clip cloppi
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C.O.W: Chapter 13Five guards made the roadblock through the pass, unfortunately they weren't from Harrillen and had raped the last group of women to try and pass through. Bandits, it was clear. Another two scores of them lay in wait on either side of the road and a further ten were behind them, else the refugee's would have ran in other directions long ago.C.O.W: Chapter 13 by The-Monoblos
Herrier cursed; first he had gotten mixed up with the refugee's, then he hadn't been able to escape and now he was in the middle of more bad luck. Luckily for him Stella had stayed hidden throughout, maybe she knew better than to show herself at this time, he certainly hoped for his sake that that was the case.
The roadblock was placed around a big building which sat tall and daunting in the pass, so close to the border he searched his mind in case he knew it then it came to him. It was one of the manor houses along the border, the family name didn't either come to mind, or matter for that reason; he didn't know them and they were probably dead alre
C.O.W: Chapter 14Herrier heard a scream, he had gone no further than one hundred metres down the road when he saw it. Three bandits and two refugee's stood in the middle of the road about twenty feet in front of him. Two of them he noticed, Ryna and the bandit he had been talking with. The third he assumed was 'the boss' which had been mentioned. The one who Herrier thought was the boss was clapping his hands slowly and didn't look too happy with the destruction of his makeshift brothel. This made Herrier smile. Ryna was groping a blonde woman whom he had stripped naked, she was pretty maybe he would have to take her away from Ryna for himself. The girl's blonde hair went no more than halfway down her back. The other man was holding a refugee who was exuberantly declaring he was right.C.O.W: Chapter 14 by The-Monoblos
"I told you, I told you" he said time and again.
"So you did" the bandit holding him said.
"So, can I go now, now that you've seen I was telling the truth?" he added in, practically begging. He looked towards the
C.O.W: Chapter 16 Bells chimed in the background declaring the lateness of the night. Datria was indeed scared as he looked up at the guild, towering before him against the darkness of the night sky. He wore his chainmail and royal guard tunic, customary of one in his position for outside the palace walls. His broadsword hung loosely at his belt, a sign of his uncomfort. Guild guards waved him across the bridge, expecting him. As the second group of guards waved him past the gate he tried not to look up at the huge building fearing it would take his mind away from what he wanted it on. As Datria gave in and looked up at the guild quarters he thought about how much it take his breath back. Like the walls surrounding it the guild building itself was made from granite. Sheets of metal protruded from its walls at abstract positions, it was strangely alluring and exotic to Datria. Putting out of his head how fortunate he was to ever see past he walls the captain forced himself to drop his head agC.O.W: Chapter 16 by The-Monoblos
C.O.W: Chapter 17"Court dismissed!" the king roared angrily, looking at Datria "are you sure?" The captain nodded. "We will not convene again for two days!" he shouted to the assembled nobles, shocked by the turn of events.C.O.W: Chapter 17 by The-Monoblos
"Moss has already gone to get the military, four scores of fully armed troops, he said he was getting Havrason to blockade the bridge across with the same amount again. I suggest we get another four scores in the palace and double the patrols all across the city". The king nodded to his advisor to get it done, who had not heard what happened, though had heard what to do.
Moss ran up behind them with the news that the soldiers were outside. "Stick to defending Keila, if killing Gleeson is a diversion to attempt a strike on royalty then she is a target" the experienced battle commander said in a low voice. Datria nodded as Moss continued "best to keep the facts to ourselves, do not let anyone know!"
A severed head lay on the table, barely recognisable as the lord Gleeson's. Four tal
C.O.W: Chapter 18Moss sat slumped on the wall of the guild's rose garden, shirt off, while an army healer tended to him, putting bandages around his back and strapping his head up tight where it had struck the ground. Harondor was cursing violently to himself as he moved around the garden, protected within the lines of soldiers surrounding them. Two scores of men had rushed over from the central district, joining with the score at the guild gates to make a combined bodyguard of sixty men. If what happens up there, happens down here now, then they don't have a chance, and neither will we Moss though but dammit, what was that up there. He looked back up at the hole in the tower and sighed his head. The cotton the medic was pushing against the back of his head stung as it met the wound a sure sign that there was a good deal of blood. No-one was talking about the actual incident, everyone wanted to get the king away from the guild as soon as they could. One of the sergeants had thought it best to maC.O.W: Chapter 18 by The-Monoblos
C.O.W: Chapter 19A charred smell of something long burnt to the ground lingered in the air, as if an unclean bit of smoke desperately needing to be fanned away. Tris swept his hand through the air to draw in a breath that was not filled with dirty air clogging his lungs up. He had been told this path was one of the only safe ones out of the country, and the only one going to where he wanted Valiquet. Tris doubted that.C.O.W: Chapter 19 by The-Monoblos
His horse stood quietly to his side, nibbling away happily at the bag of oats given to it by Tris. Tris himself knelt beside one of the bodies; a slim figure that had been dumped on top of the burnt out building. The building still stood tall for well onto its third floor, a manor house maybe? he thought. The area closer to him had fallen on the ground in a mess, the body had been dumped on top of it and it had less burn marks, implying that it had been killed somewhere else and dumped on the burning building.
Stripped naked she was outstretched against a wooden door. Tris had see
C.O.W: Chapter 20 It had gone mid-afternoon when Herrier and Márriére strolled over a northerly bridge in the slums into what was indeed a small area. It wasn't cramped though, there was only a very little space to have been worked with anyway thus making the area incredibly efficient with space. A wall of granite sat against the back of it in two directions making Márriére think she was in the very north-western corner of the slums. Making a triangle the river flowed between points of the two walls. She had expected it to be muckier, dirtier than what she saw but then she realised then that the current was coming from the other districts and the river hadn't picked up the bad standard of living yet.C.O.W: Chapter 20 by The-Monoblos
It had taken a long two hours walk from the gate to get here, 'a sign of how big the city was' Márriére thought if this was just slums so far. Although it had gone midday the sun shone far harder, far more penetrating, than it had done before. Three build
|The Coming of War (2010-2011)|
Originally released weekly over 36 installments for a local magazine to where I live, now exclusive to dA. The first of three novels (of which the second and third are currently in storage on the site).
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|As you may know I moderate for #WriteRoom and have put up many prompts for their visitors to work on. For your benefit here they all are, if any more come aling they shall be added to this here list.|
write a 2,000 word essay on the differences between the words there, their & they're, why? Because you're illiterate
Write a 2,000 word story on a day in the life of a chess piece, any chess piece
Write a 2,000 word story on how aspects of both communism and capitalism could change your life either for the better or the worse
You are in a high class dinner party but, leaving to go the gents room, or the ladies, a chandelier falls on top of you. In no less than 2,000 words describe how you get out of this situation and explain it to the host
You are falling down a never ending sinkhole, not able to get back up ever again in your life. In 2,000 words describe your feelings as you know you will never see your family/friends/loved ones again
You are a giant squid, living in the depths of oceans, one of the top predators in your habitat, but one day you wander away from home and, in 2,000 words, describe how you fare when coming up against other top predators of sharks and man'o'war jellyfish
The Mayan’s believed that the world is due to end on the 25th December 2012 (the best Christmas present ever (sarcasm)) but as all information they held has been destroyed we don't know how it is to happen. In 2,000 words write about the last day of the world
You lie in a bed, freshly cleaned and ready for you but it doesnt feel right, maybe its the countless wires sticking into your arm, the board on your right threatening to flatline or the really obnoxious nurse staring over you since the younger, good looking one went home after her shift finished two hours ago. Face it, you're in a hospital and you don't know what you've got
Squirrels, yes squirrels. The furry little critters, red and grey and killing each other. Recently though they have been fighting a war against the pigeons of the world, going so far as to Kamikaze bomb them from trees. The war between these two creatures, mainly considered vermin is your task to document as the sole thought of it takes up your entire mind. (Prompt added by *The-Monoblos)
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Sentara: Hanging Peace CH1 P2II
50 years later
Drayor was a young Daigen boy, merely eight. His fur was a snow white, save for a light gray streak running down his right arm, and eyes a dark blue.
He and another young Daigen were wistfully play fighting with wooden swords in front of the Church of Ferley. It was the youthful aspiration of most young males to become warriors, to fight on the front lines, be it against the Rouges, Humans, or any other creature that would challenge their honor.
The other Daigen was Dante Cakramo, he was one year Drayor's senior, his own fur was a light shade of brown, his eyes a darker shade. Dante's family linage was comprised almost entirely of warriors, and he looked forward with great anticipation to carrying on that legacy.
The two carried on their reenactment of the fifth war, Dante playing King Mavet, and Drayor a random foe, until the large brass bell ,boasted before the steeple, rang loud enough to be heard in the next village.
Drayor and Dante stopped and watched the double
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