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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
|Act 2 expected later in the year.|
C.O.W: Chapter 21"The first thing you should know Herrier about the situation back in the city is the name of the new guard captain put down to hold the slums in check. He's from the palace you see, a name you'll undoubtedly recognise captain Datria". Herrier looked up as soon as he heard the name. Datria. So the bastard had risen in rank had he? Now he was more than just a bodyguard to the princess; the last time they had met had got him reprimanded by commander Moss and a slap across the face from the princess which had stung for days. But Datria wasn't a fool, he knew the slums were dangerous, he'd have to be taken down very carefully.C.O.W: Chapter 21 by The-Monoblos
"We need a decoy then" Herrier said. "Lure him out into the slums, get him back to the Silver Chalice brothel and I'll kill him myself in single combat. But what to use as an acceptable bait? We can't just attack a brothel, he probably won't know about it and won't give it much thought either".
"He visit's us regularly at the barracks" Senra butted in but Herri
C.O.W: Chapter 22Tris knelt down on one knee, keeping the one knee up with his sword sheathed to it. His eyes stayed fixed on the mysterious thug whilst he used his peripheral vision in the darkness to first pick up the shackles and then, put his right hand through them. Holding the left one in place for him he repeated the process, when done lifting both arms up in the air. At that the thug moved in, still with the crossbow aimed to Tris's chest in one hand. With his other hand, his left hand, he tightened the screws on the shackles until it reached the point of just cutting into Tris's skin. Tris found however that he could still manuever his hands to a degree and he guessed that his opponent wouldn't pull an attack on him, in fear that Herrier would kill him for doing his work first. Tris stood up slowly and the thug raised an eyebrow, hastily the man raised his arms up high and sent them crashing into Tris's back flinging him onto the floor with his face down. This allowed Tris to see the thug cleaC.O.W: Chapter 22 by The-Monoblos
C.O.W: Chapter 23He raced along the tunnels, zipping through them with the help of the map he'd looted from another dead thug's corpse. In his left hand he held a torch, lit and burning happily to itself. The map also lay in his left hand. In his right hand was, outstretched, his steel broadsword. He only had three more turns to go until the passage ended, one right, then a left, then a final right for about two hundred metres according to the map's scale. Making the first of these turns he scooped up wet mud as he sprinted in the incredibly little armour he wore. Wooden pillars with torches on lit the way as this was one of the passages still outside the city gates. Wooden planks, in places, lined the ground, but the mud from up above had fallen down many a time for people to care about. Even from here, he could smell the river in the distance; it stank. In fact it didn't just stink at absolutely undeniably unfathomably stank. It was like all the sick in the slums, all the blood, all the diseases, theC.O.W: Chapter 23 by The-Monoblos
C.O.W: Chapter 24Herrier's corpse stank at Tris's feet, his blood sticking to the death weapon of his sword. The death wound was plainly obvious, he had been dismembered. His head lay facing up at Tris in what could be clearly seen as a sense of anger. Herrier had probably thought himself invincible Tris mused He certainly wasn't expecting me. He sighed and allowed himself to relax just a smidgen as the soldier cut apart the other thugs who had been inhabiting the room. Behind a line of armoured pikemen commander's Moss and Havrason had seen Herrier's last moments. After not knowing it to be him at first they gathered and stood behind Tris's back, not recognising himself, as they saw the results of the nights work. Datria, Moss picked up on, was dead. He cursed, how now was he going to manuever the situation around Keila when he had to complete a full report for the king.C.O.W: Chapter 24 by The-Monoblos
"Justice is sweet commander Moss" Tris said out loud, Moss not recognising his voice putting him at risk of suspicion to the army le
C.O.W: Chapter 25 It had been weird, Moss thought, as they had came through the slums back to central district. They hadn't seen a single soul as they'd crossed the distance to the gates. It was scary almost, what if the revolution had broken past the gates? He looked around at the remaining soldiers he moved through the city with; he decided that every single one of them was ripe for a promotion, he would see it happen if he had to but first the king had to be aware of what had happened and he had to find what positions were open, surely fights had emerged with captains dying across the city. True to the message he'd received the night before the guardhouse had sunk into rubble by the gates and, as the convoy noticed, he had to explain to Tris. They'd been talking the entire distance; Moss had found that it soothed his nerves. Tris had wanted to know what had changed in the decade he'd been away. In return Moss had not yet had a chance to listen to Tris's story but he figured that if Tris hC.O.W: Chapter 25 by The-Monoblos
C.O.W: Chapter 26Tris, whilst he was pulling himself out of the bath water, heard a sharp rap at the door. Brilliant he mused the best possible timing. He looked at the clock and saw that it was after ten of the clock at night so, ironically, it actually would be the best possible time because at this time almost everyone was free to walk around doing whatever they so wished. Tris only hoped that meant go to the closest tavern so he could go aswell, not come to his new house and force him to be formal in greetings. He quickly robed himself and. Rushing down to the door with a towel over his hair so that he didn't splash water over his new floor he opened the door. Outside stood the king, queen Gaila, princess Keila and commander's Moss and Havrason, not to mention a bodyguard of ten men that even Harral thought was a bit over the top by any standards.C.O.W: Chapter 26 by The-Monoblos
"My we come in?" the king asked politely and, no matter how much Tris wanted to say 'No, I've just got out of the bath' to the king he knew the correct a
C.O.W: Chapter 27The great battle of the fields of Galamar city, early spring of the three hundred and fifty third year, sixth era of the world.C.O.W: Chapter 27 by The-Monoblos
'Hell's wall' was an underestimate. Ten minutes to dawn and arrows flew through the air, blackening out the last of the moon's dregs of light. It seemed like the blackest of blacks and then, after what seemed an eternity of waiting, it hit. Over five dozen soldiers howled out in pain and, across the line, it was clear why. Arrow's pierced into people's bodies in every possibly conceivable place; one man had lost an eye where he lay dead and another's claim of fighting two days with a shaft through his testicle hadn't worked. One man had become something of a pincushion. He'd been killed in the first incoming volley with a single arrow through his intestines. As the soldiers on the wall found themselves regularly without shields they picked up whatever they could, including the bodies of the poor corpses. He now had five arrows embedded in various places
C.O.W: Chapter 28Tris awoke, knowing not how long it had been since the last thing he remembered. The last thing he could remember was the world being turned on its head as a Drár-Krogír-Norné had came out of seemingly nothing almost ending the lives of every man on the fields around Galamar. It hadn't felt like it was actually possible there was some sort of warped reality that the world had reverted to making no-one safe from anything. He felt like it was more than just Drár that was loose in the world now. He felt there were other things aswell, lurking, in their own habitats. He could remember thinking that something was building from out of the clouds above Galamar but what? Whatever it was couldn't be good. Tris also thought he felt something nearer to him. Then he remembered that he'd crashed into ancient tombs, could something possibly be raised up from the dead? He didn't trust his thoughts on the matter and looked around in all directions for a light. It was so darkC.O.W: Chapter 28 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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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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