|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 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
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
|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).
Grey CoatsI am small, I am strange to the road with clumsy footworkGrey Coats by aRedPaintedHeart
I am a lone traveler though not a drifter by trade
I am abstract, the wind does not know me
From a small home far behind, distance measured by days
But the way the wind speaks, it's captivating, invigorating
The warmth of the air as it moves through my hair and the way it tastes, it frees me
Now I am who I am somewhere and I will find me
This road I travel on, I don't know where it goes
But in my heart I hear it
So sweet like audible honey, edible tone
What is this sound
Surely she is not running away from me
Swiftly follow through the trees to the clearing
What is this, lured to an old woman
Have I been mislead, she runs down her perch
Hiding her head in the river
I fear we're not alone, federated with wolves
They come gritting and showing their teeth
Forty-two yellow songs
They hum, singing what men don't teach; a song of my destruction
Pawing and biting at my heels, they sing
Climbing up my stone stacked esc
Too Different To Be DifferentAmongst the freaks I'm differentToo Different To Be Different by TheRebelPhoenix
And in the different, I stand out
In societies eyes, a people I'm without
Even in the groups I hang, they have life as well
But me? My minds always in a world of hell
Everything I see, the actions I commit
It's all part of fiction, a world I submit
I can try to act normal
And I can try to befriend
But in the obsessed I'm the worst
My addiction has no end
What more can I do?
I can't change who I am
Am I forever destined, to be socially damned?
You Dont Have to ListenI cried over you that night. I know. It was stupid. Such a typical hormonal thing for a teenage girl to do. It wasn't the end of the world, you're just some stupid teenage boy, and I never expected this to go anywhere but I couldn't help but hoping.You Dont Have to Listen by CarolynNocturnal
No. That first month, we were fine; easy. We hugged a couple of times, you'd walk me to class, and whisper me goodbye where no one else would hear. Nothing too special, or out of the ordinary. And there's no telling how many times I was tempted to kiss you on your cheek, just once something enough to make you blush, but not enough for you to respond. You were too shy for things like that. You even invited me to your end of the year Orchestra Concert. I went, of course. Probably just because I was curious as to how that dark tux would contrast with your pale skin and bright, hazel eyes.
The last day of school was full of goodbye hugs, and 'call me's and 'I'll miss you's and that blank, unimpressed look on your face as I nervously mutte
The Problem with FictionIn a small basement room isolated from the rest of the world, a boy sits in silence, holding a book. Though curled up comfortably, he cannot relax, so enthralling is the story. His eyes jitter back and forth as he devours each line. Emotions play across his face as he lives through every moment of the plot, as he inhabits every character.The Problem with Fiction by Seltivo
The many hours that tick by do not see the boy so much as squirm. He is lost to a world of poetry and fiction, partaking in adventures incomparable to anything so mundane as reality. He journeys through fantastic realms, kept company by heros and cowards, jesters and villains alike. And though but a figment of his overly dextrous imagination, in this moment they feel more real to him than anyone he's ever met.
But all too soon, the story ends. The back cover closed, his world tumbles and shatters around him. With trembling hands, he sets the book aside and stands. He tries to ignore the painful nostalgia building in the back of his mind as he stumbles
|These could be from my 'world building', 'prints' & 'lierature' sub-sections of the favourites. The main faves folder goes without saying really. If you think you deserve to be here put up a link to it on the side and I will see where it fares amongst my faves.|
|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)
Current Residence: York, North Yorkshire, England, United Kingdom, Europe, The World, Milky Way, The Universe ... you get the idea|
Favourite genre of music: 'old/classic' rock
Favourite photographer: Anyone who doesnt constantly shoot naked girls for publicity
Favourite style of art: Literature is an art form
MP3 player of choice: ipod
Personal Quote: isn't life shit
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