|Act 2 expected later in the year.|
The New World: Chapter 6Let it be known that the following individuals are wanted for the heinous crime of regicide:The New World: Chapter 6 by The-Monoblos
Manuss Ofelia, Hassan Allarror, Lentz Allarror, Rolunn de Tchekkov, Zainsurra Sybban, Felde Grana, Romunn Pellinor & Bron de Terre
WANTED ALIVE IF POSSIBLE
Be warned that these men are so called ‘immortals’ – heathens and freaks who delight in making others feel pain. Do not approach unless armed. A bounty of two thousand ducats shall be paid for each conspirator brought to justice.
Imperial proclamation send to all four corners of the earth
One of the many as yet unsolved questions in the history of the imperial navy remains the sudden disappearance of the HMS Grande in 2E.1048 – the HMS Grande was traversing the burning sea when it vanished. Cargo of note: five hundred copies of the imperial proclamation following the assassination of Emperor Victor Francisco. The HMS Grande was the only ship allowed to carry imperial proclamations. Coincidence?
The New World: Chapter 5Victor Francisco’s reign as Emperor over the known world was marred by war. The way is it is remembered; he never lost a war, even though he only fought in one battle. From his own revolt for the throne to defending his throne from revolt in the opening weeks of the year 1048. The man who, today, is never remembered for his role in Victor’s wars though perhaps should be, was Manuss of the House of Ofelia: an immortal.The New World: Chapter 5 by The-Monoblos
Imperial historian Anna Avana
One-hundred years on; The life of Victor Francisco
March, 2E.1048; 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!?
The New World: Chapter 4Rialto has often been referred to as the real capital of the empire of Vimé. The city of Vimé has the courthouses, the archives and the imperial palace for sure but the city of Vimé is a city of officials only. It is a city of fake smiles and fake power.The New World: Chapter 4 by The-Monoblos
It is in Rialto where the true power lies. It is in Rialto where the florins flow freely with the current of the canal, for is it not known that money makes the world go round?
Introduction to a guide on Rialto, published 1E.1045
I remember in 1040, ten imperial florins could buy you a large cake to feed twelve, with your colour of icing and a personal message on the top. And you’d still have enough to pay the baker a tip.
Today, in 1070, ten imperial florins, from the same bakery, would not quite buy you ten thin slices of hard bread and you can bloody well forget about buying any butter to scrape on it.
Notes on hyperinflation
January, 2E.1048; on a bank of
The New World: Chapter 3All crimes are bad. That’s why they’re crimes and that’s why criminals are punished: for doing these bad things. Human nature tells us that some crimes are worse than other crimes and that the punishment for these must be greater. As an example murder is just one ‘greater’ crime. Humanity argues over what punishment to give. And it never seems to be enough. For whatever reason, to some people, the punishment is never enough whether the crime be murder or whatever else.The New World: Chapter 3 by The-Monoblos
A study on the condition of being human
January, 2E.1048; 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.
The New World: Chapter 2Immortal - not mortal - beyond mortality. Humanity was always meant to be mortal, not ‘im’mortal. It is an affront then, that the rulers of humanity are not human but freaks of nature. I say no more. I say let us take our lives into our own, human, hands.The New World: Chapter 2 by The-Monoblos
The Propaganda of Victor Francisco
“Being a human doesn’t come down to how long you live. It comes down to feelings and emotions. It comes down to eating, shitting and fucking. Let us eat, shit and fuck in peace.”
Tancredi of the House of Cavani
January, 2E.1048; 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
|Act 2 expected later in the year.|
C.O.W: Chapter 1Ten Years Later; winter of the year three hundred and fifty two, the village of Darrian. Harrillen side of the border between warring sovereignty states of Harrillen and Sorset.C.O.W: Chapter 1 by The-Monoblos
Smoke filled the sky from torches all over the front line of the war, just five hundred metres away from the small village he was in now. Stepping out of the muddy alley with long, tall, walls into the cobbled street he looked around. It was raining hard and whole scores of people ran through the streets with hoods over their heads or their faces in their arms to keep the water away. As an old nearby man coughed in a deep tone he moved his hand off the mossy and ruined stone wall of a two storey house.
'Hoi!' came an angry shout as he stepped into the road, he had inadvertently walked straight into an armed patrol, swords clinging to their belts, with angry moods due to the unseasonably bad weather. They looked cruel and ready to lash out with any punishment they saw fit. Hastily having to jump out of their way
C.O.W: Chapter 2 He woke, unsure about many things. For one thing Kahlan, the whore, was laid across him as he woke up, completely naked with her arms wrapped around his back. She slept peacefully but it was scary because he remembered from the night before that she had her own bed and that she had been dressed when he had fallen asleep. There was a glass of strong alcohol, some sort of liquor, on his bedside table and he could not remember actually what time he fell to sleep though he could remember trying at every simply every opportunity to come his way.C.O.W: Chapter 2 by The-Monoblos
A second thing was the large piece of parchment that had been pushed under the doorway since he had slept. It had a hastily drawn picture on it with a crude, but resembling, likeness to him on it. It read; fugitive of Darrian village, no known name, age, family or other personal details. Reward for catching alive: one hundred silver pieces, dead: eighty silver pieces. Warning, this man has killed three known men and is the cause of more,
C.O.W: Chapter 4Crickets made sharp, high pitched annoying noises in the background as they slept. They were in a farmer's stable who had been kind enough to lend a place to sleep to a man who had just killed, supposedly, five men of the Harrillen army. Kahlan couldn't stand the constant sound, it got on her nerves and just wouldn't stop. She held her new dress close, she had finally won over Tris after a quarter of hour of arguing and had gained a green silk dress out of the day. Tris was asleep, as was the man who was clearly drunk out of his mind, the drunk snored loudly and seemingly demanded as much hatred of his snoring as the cricket's did for their noise. How could Tris stand the infuriating sound? She knew she could not. She looked over towards the man she had travelled here with, he knew neither where he was going nor telling her where he'd came from. All she knew was that he'd saved her life. Though he slept through the infernal racket in the air around him Tris didn't look like he was gettC.O.W: Chapter 4 by The-Monoblos
C.O.W: Chapter 5It had not been a dream, when Stella woke in the morning, still bound and gagged with blood over her face and much of her body she instantly remembered what she had gone through. She could feel herself moving, yes she remembered she was in some sort of cart, it made little difference though where she was. Life was not worth the time to live any more, it was a cruel world, and to make it worse, she didn't know where the man, Herrier, even came from or where he was dragging her now. She could feel the weight of who knew how many bales of hay on top of her and when she tried to breathe found that she could not. Instead all she could feel in her mouth was dry straw. She spat it out, inadvertently making a coughing noise at the same time, being under all that hay she could not see, nor could she smell anything and she could hear very little, just the sound of gravel underneath the cart as it moved along a stony road. At first nothing happened then, quite some time later, she found itC.O.W: Chapter 5 by The-Monoblos
C.O.W: Chapter 6Two guards accompanied her as she left the palace, Malek and another man whom she knew as Datria. Datria was Rachel's brother and was a good laugh, after finding out that she was to have a bodyguard Keila had made every effort to have a bodyguard she trusted, it was also like that with Rachel. After the incident in the war that they had been through she thought it was only fair that it was the case. Rachel, scared after what happened in the last war, didn't want to lose touch with her family ever again and, with her brothers conscription to the army coming up she thought of a better use for him than going off to get killed. Even after the war had finished the kingdom of Valiquet still out their people into the army once they turned sixteen, revolutionists and marauding gangs roamed free in Sorset and, though many in Valiquet thought it should stay that way, to punish Sorset further, Moss thought differently. If these revolutionists had ever took the throne of Sorset then they would turC.O.W: Chapter 6 by The-Monoblos
C.O.W: Chapter 7 Battle of Gomatz, winter of the year three hundred and fifty two.C.O.W: Chapter 7 by The-Monoblos
'Get to the stables!' Tris shouted at the top of his voice as he turned on the spot and lashed out with his weapon. The broadsword tore through the soldiers chequered red and black tunic and the man crashed to the ground clutching a death wound where his kidneys used to be just seconds before. Sorset arrows whizzed overhead and at the far side of the square four Harrillen defenders dropped dead. Another soldier charged round the corner where a constant flow seemed to emerge from and with an almost vertical cut Tris left a gash on the soldiers face, killing him with a single strike. As the soldier hit the floor with a dull thud more arrows shot through the air, Tris was pulled backwards out of their way by one of the Harrillen soldiers. The Sorset battle line rumbled into a charge and, now within range of the Harrillen archers, they returned fire with vicious flurries of arrows and bolts. Near to where Tris stood
C.O.W: Chapter 8Herrier stormed down one of the main roads in Harrillen, just trying to stay one step ahead of everyone else was beginning to become a bit of a problem. It had Reisern back into the problem after being out of it for the last ten years. His own bad luck now meant that he had also got himself caught up in invasion territory whilst he spurred the horses for his cart to go faster than ever before. The whore would help him get even with everyone though, show that he was not to be troubled with. There was no other way he had told her in the nicest possible fashion, inside he gritted his teeth and thought about the ideas he would do to make her wish she'd never made those mistakes. How dare she stab him, it was unfathomable and not only her but her kind, the other whores, would die aswell in his wrath. He wondered if it was maybe too much to cut her throat and hang her from her neck in such a way that she would bleed out and the noose would not snap her neck instantly for the insult she had cC.O.W: Chapter 8 by The-Monoblos
|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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