|Act 2 expected later in the year.|
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 11Aurum Borealis: the sky of burning lights. Or rather it wasn't the lights that burned, it was the sky itself, all across the known world. Across the kingdoms, on one night of the year, it lit up to celebrate new beginnings and remember what was over the past three hundred and sixty five days. The fire always started off burning green and, from the dead of night, midnight, began the cycle. At dawn, all across the kingdoms, the sun was believed to burn the rays in some parts of the world, others believed that it showed the flames in their full glory and turned them a deep scarlet red. Tris didn't know what he believed, only that a red, burning sky made him think about a failed human psychology and made everything else in sight look red too. Then at dusk, the end of the day, when the temperature cooled the rays turned an ice cold blue and continued to shine, moving across the sky in elegant, slow movements. Both at the start and at the end of the day and dusk and dawn these events were spC.O.W: Chapter 11 by The-Monoblos
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
|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).
MH - Spirit of the West FinaleSpirit of the West FinaleMH - Spirit of the West Finale by TehCapn
The seven hunters rushed through the forest. The river could be seen ahead of them, its surface gleaming in the sunlight. A clearing rest straight ahead and that was where they intended to make their stand.
Lavins concerns about getting the Suzakus attention were misplaced, for they could hear the cry of the beast behind them. The bird was making it easy for them, they hoped. When finally they came to a stop, Jedas quickly turned and whipped out his bowgun.
Duck, the gunner said as he loaded his heavy bowgun.
What? Lelani questioned.
Trust me, just duck, Jedas replied as he brought his gun up to aim.
Before she could protest more, Enoka grabbed Lelanis shoulder and pulled her down. Jedas fired his water shot, which blasted the Suzaku with a hiss of steam and a shout of pain, but still the bird kept coming right at them. Again the gunner fired
MH - Jarick's PathJaricks PathMH - Jarick's Path by TehCapn
The sounds of battle were quickly drowned out once Jarick moved deeper within the main tower. Not much had changed from the structure those seven years ago, except that the normally bustling tower was now filled with an utter silence. Unlike the secondary tower, which had a straightforward, spiraling stairwell running up it, the main tower was practically a series of maze-like hallways, with only certain rooms having steps to a higher level. Jarick tried his best to remember the exact path needed to reach the High Council Chamber near the top, but he found himself backtracking more than once.
When at last he reached near the middle of the tower, where things grew less complicated, he found two recently deceased bodies. He could tell by the armor that they had been Arbiters, but who had killed them? One lay on his stomach, his back tore open, while the other was still pinned to the wall by a massive hammer. &
MH - Erona's Ghosts FinaleErona's Ghosts FinaleMH - Erona's Ghosts Finale by TehCapn
The hunters reached the top of the length of stairs to find themselves in a large flat, the tower looming not too far away to the northwest. To the right of the tower, standing next to another set of descending stairs was a man with a large nose and gray hair. He had in one hand an ancient looking book and in the other a shimmering sword.
"So we finally get to see your face, Remonche," Rukasu growled, taking aim on the hawkish man.
"It's over, we've killed your pets…" Aramis added.
"I know very well what has transpired," Remonche snapped, raising one eyebrow curiously as a grin slid across his lips. "And I can guarantee you that it is hardly over. In fact, it has just begun."
"Five on one; even you can't beat those odds," Bokaru said matter-of-factly.
Remonche chuckled and raised the book in his left hand to present to the hunters. "You'd be surprised," he countered.
"Why'd you do it?" Valin demanded.
The steel dragonThe elder dragon attacks...The steel dragon by schnappie
The dew was on the leaves and birds were singing in the mountain town of Pokke. As Raptor woke up his piggy grunted. He grabbed some food and put it in his 'unusual' pets dish and went outside. He found total chaos. Wrecked houses, injured villagers and pillaged stands. "THE WIND DRAGON IS UPON US!" He heard someone yell... He knew what monster he was dealing with... Kushala Daora, a elder dragon with the element of the wind. Never had he fought nor seen one but reports indicated it was a savage and brutal opponent. He turned as the guild master ran to him and requested him to slay the mighty dragon. He couldn't refuse and the reward was not bad... He nodded as he accepted and went to his house to prepare for a climatic battle, like the village of Pokke had never seen before. As he went through his items he took out a old favourite of his, the powerful Black Ruiner Sword. It was made from materials he salvaged from the ancient castle of Schrade where one of
Monster Hunter:Falcon CH.1PrologueMonster Hunter:Falcon CH.1 by baka-saru89
The world spun.
He gasped for air, but his lips would not open for all the dried vomit that sealed them. Within the vortex of his vision, he could see rows of teeth, dripping with saliva, glistening within a set of jaws that anticipated the meal to come. Behind the hungry grimace wagged a spiked tail, glistening with a cocktail of poison and blood his blood; and, those spikes seemed to blind him as the sun reflected off of that mixture now coursing through his veins. His stomach tightened, and the sun shone through the jungle canopy burning his skin. The solar heat mated with his cold sweat to create just one more unpleasant pain, and his vision began to blur. He couldnt hear the roar of the fern green monster he couldnt hear the rage the malice the triumph no he didnt want to hear it. Instead his ears were burdened by an incessant ringing preceded by a throbbing, which resonated together to sound like a gong. There in that twist
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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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Favourite style of art: Literature is an art form
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