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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 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
C.O.W: Chapter 9Today was the day that he left his home, his kingdom, his people, to go to war in an attempt to hold back Sorset from Harrillen. How was he supposed to feel knowing that he might never return? How was anyone supposed to feel? He looked at himself in the mirror and tried to evaluate himself. He was just the same as any other man in reality, yes he was royalty and took the benefits that it gave him but really, truthfully out there on the battlefield he had the same chance of survival as any other person if he wasn't making himself more of a target.C.O.W: Chapter 9 by The-Monoblos
Prince Seneseral cleaned his hands in the washbasin as commander Moss knocked on the door. Seneseral knew it was Moss because he made five knocks that consisted of two short knocks followed by two long knocks and then finally a fifth short knock again. He had been preparing to eat a rather hastily put together meal on his behalf, something that until then he would say would turn out quite well. Seneseral had, of course, forgotten about
C.O.W: Chapter 10 Eve of the new year, three hundred and fifty two to three hundred and fifty three. Outskirt village Marin of the Harrillen palace city.C.O.W: Chapter 10 by The-Monoblos
Tris jumped to one side of the attack narrowly avoiding his assailants big fists by mere inches. Diving in from an almost squatting position and grabbing the back of his attackers face he slammed it into the stone wall of the chimney warming up the room he stood in. Drawing him back Tris watched as blood dribbled from his attackers nose. He slammed the man's face back into the chimney, then he rammed the man's face into it for a third time breaking the man's nose without doubt with a sickening crack that lingered in Tris's memory for a few, rare, seconds. Pulling him slightly back out into the open about a foot or two Tris raised his left hand up and curled it into a tight fist which he used to rub more pain into his attackers wounds as he laid into him inside the house's top floor. He pounded his fist against the man's, now weak, face time an
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
|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)
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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