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T.F.D: Chapter 18Two weeks laterT.F.D: Chapter 18 by *The-Monoblos
Acton Marrahabarran, King of Raddalost through right of conquest, stood in the bowels of his fortress in the marshes. He stood in the torture chamber. With him were two torturers, each arguing over which method to use first, and also the unlucky victim. The man was currently out cold from previous torture methods. As it was he was now pinned to a rack unknowingly awaiting something to happen.
The man had been extradited from Giusu’Nieri in the dead of night, his property seized and all his worldly assets under Acton’s watchful eye. The man was the second reason that Acton was here. Acton guessed he had a little
T.F.D: Chapter 17 The air between the two cultists felt stale. Neither looked at the other, each completely set in their vision directly forwards. Each view set on the cobbled road at their feet. Technically the road was at the horses feet and the cultists feet were on saddles but it mattered little.T.F.D: Chapter 17 by *The-Monoblos
Lira smiled, as did Freitzen. They rode parallel to one another, six feet or two metres apart. The distance between the two had not changed all day. It had not changed the day before or even the day previous to that. Lira did not care and Freitzen did not care either. It looked a little monotonous but, especially on the road, neither wanted to talk to each other
T.F.D: Chapter 15 Mírérne and Harral crept back up the stone spiral stairs. Mírérne had entirely forgotten about the two dark and ethereal shades guarding the entrance into the manor. He suddenly wrenched out a hand, flicking it up towards Harral directing him to come to a stop. Seeing the curiosity on his friends’ face Harral dropped back. Mírérne silently crept up the last few stairs by himself.T.F.D: Chapter 15 by *The-Monoblos
He squatted on the very top of the stairs by the hidden trapdoor. He raised an arm to his face and scratched his chin. The two shades were still in the doorway just in front of him. It was like they hadn’t even
T.F.D: Chapter 14 Mírérne yawned and sat up in bed. It was a nice comfortable bed that he had rented from one of the inns. He had his own room to go with it and everything. The room was lavish, shelves of books enticed him, piquing his interest. And a window overlooked the lake. The most lavish thing however was a large water clock facing the bed. Mírérne looked at it: it was almost midday.T.F.D: Chapter 14 by *The-Monoblos
He blinked and rubbed his eyes. He had been following the Mise-En-Cors girl almost all night. He knew who she was and had been making subtle hints at who he was, knowing as he did that she knew she was being followed. He thought he’d brea
T.F.D: Chapter 13The chamber seemed both small and crowded with two people looking into the small unwashed bowl: especially two people of the stature which did stand in the room. Lira had poured the water into the bowl and set it down on the table. Freitzen had murmured the brief incantation setting his magic to work in the bowl. Each of them took interest in the bowl and tried to peer directly into its contents.T.F.D: Chapter 13 by *The-Monoblos
The water rippled every so often from Freitzen’s power, showing the current events of the world, re-showing some events which had already happened over that of current issues aswell. The magic used to enchant the water was one of the only spells in which words were used as a change to mind commands and instinct. It was one of the only spells not used in a fight, and thus there were no assailants to worry about knowing what any attacker would do, not that it meant anything of course.
The water in the bowl currently shifted what it was showing. It tapped into the mind of someone who was wh
T.F.D: Chapter 12 Three days after the events of the usurping of the Valiquen throne.T.F.D: Chapter 12 by *The-Monoblos
Water rocked the small rowboat this way and that in the choppy winds. Mírérne tried to hold his breakfast in as he tried to row upwind through the treacherous river. Looking behind him Mírérne could make out flags and towers high above the rocky outcrops in the river. It seemed that not too far away now was the town of Giusu’Nieri. Mírérne wondered to himself what he might find there.
Mírérne continued to concentrate on his rowing. Cutting through the howling win blaring into the back of his hair Mírérne aimed to tack through the water and out into the bay where with luck the rowing would be easier going. The rowing was hard work and made the commander sweat but knowing Harral was somewhere in town made Mírérne push harder, work for each metre he made.
His pack was wet from the waves overlapping into the small
T.F.D: Chapter 11Acton Marrahabarran let his head roll around freely inside his helmet. He had his eyes closed and wasn’t looking at the road ahead. The horse he was riding was trotting along keeping much to the same pace as many other of the horses that the soldiers were riding.T.F.D: Chapter 11 by *The-Monoblos
He opened his eyes. His vision was blurry, the visor made it difficult for him to see but was a personal design. Instead of having one singular horizontal strip over his eyes the visor was made up primarily of two small eyeholes, fitted to Marrahabarran’s own eyes. There was some blackness around his peripheral vision but for the most part he had good vision. Backing this up were a number of very thin vertical lines from the tip of his nose down to his chin giving Marrahabarran space to breath freely and not get the helmet stuffy like many other visors. Once again these were fitted specifically to Acton himself. The whole helmet in fact was fitted entirely to his specifications: it kept his neck free and loose but
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 nC.O.W: Chapter 4 by *The-Monoblos
C.O.W: Chapter 5 It 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 feelC.O.W: Chapter 5 by *The-Monoblos
C.O.W: Chapter 6 Two 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 waC.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
C.O.W: Chapter 8 Herrier 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 wisC.O.W: Chapter 8 by *The-Monoblos
C.O.W: Chapter 9 Today 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 d
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 l
C.O.W: Chapter 11 Aurum 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, burningC.O.W: Chapter 11 by *The-Monoblos
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T.B: Chapter 8The city of Mise-En-Cors.T.B: Chapter 8 by *The-Monoblos
Mist hung in the early morning air and a breezing whoosh of air hit Harral like a rock. His horse trotted closer towards the gate before him in the distance; from the gate people were slowly walking out to head for the fields. He himself had just left a small wooded area outside the city and was happily nearing the entrance. Márriére dozed in the horse next to him to which he held the reins making sure it didn't turn tail and run off. He still felt relatively sleepy after a long night but had gotten up early enough to enter the gates before a major swarm of people blocked his way. Two guards blocked the wa
T.B: Chapter 9Slowly the soldier moved across the bridge, careful of his surroundings, as he made his way towards the hunting guild. The king had seen a need for it even before the Valiquen regent had brought its existence into questioning. Though, all said and done, he was still wary of Vernan for knowing about the guild's anyway. Vernan had in fact seen one being made when he was in Valiquet and liked the idea of it, only good thing from Valiquet he said. As the Drár–Krogír-Norné were attacking everywhere after the battle of Galamar the Valiquen regent had created a guild for fighting them. Volunteers from all across the northern kingT.B: Chapter 9 by *The-Monoblos
T.B: Chapter 10Marsolai Havrason turned and kicked down a door, looking backwards at his group of ragtag followers, one of which getting close and throwing him a sword which he promptly caught heading inside the gatehouse. Five guards looked around, taken by surprise as the aging soldier walked forward, followed every step of the way. Two men rushed out either side of Marsolai, engaging their targets granting Marsolai the liberty of the final kill. What had been a riot originally had escalated and, now, it was all out city warfare as far as Moss had been concerned. Moss himself was now entering the gatehouse behind his elder after setting some men up outsidT.B: Chapter 10 by *The-Monoblos
T.B: Chapter 11Lira felt something hard slam into her lip. Cursing under her breath she moved her hand up to her mouth. Upon touching her lip she realised it was as she'd suspected. Wiping blood off from her lip was not something Lira liked doing to say the least. To her it practically stank of failure to be bleeding, especially when from her angle everything looked so dire yet should be so much better.T.B: Chapter 11 by *The-Monoblos
Lira knew she should have been able to kill Alistair Mann. She knew she should have checked for cultists in the area. She knew she should have ticked off all those things good trained assassins did. She knew she was getting older, getting a little too hasty
T.B: Chapter 12Freitzen Gradish walked slowly towards the throne room of the palace, trying to avoid eye contact with as many people as he could. It had been about ten minutes since he had left Marlina to die by the assassin's hand. He hadn't thought that anyone would hear her death cries but he had forgotten about the pain that would befall Lira when he had left the area. Though he didn't know if anyone had heard it was better to be safe than sorry and assumed for the palace to know, by the end of the day, that the queen was dead.T.B: Chapter 12 by *The-Monoblos
Stepping into the throne room he looked around. Over fifty people usually mulled around in a mindless wash throughout the room
T.B: Chapter 13Tris picked his way through the undergrowth at the very top of the hill. He looked first and the surroundings and the landscape around him then second at the men who followed behind him. If he were to describe the heat he would say warm; definitely not a place where crops could be grown easily but at the same time it wasn't desert's such as Kaern. They hill that he and his bodyguard stood on was, he hoped, the second last line of hill's before the cliff-face up ahead. He could see at least one more line of hills and hoped that it was the last. His hair was tied back in a ponytail as it now was but sweat still dripped off his brow in the warmT.B: Chapter 13 by *The-Monoblos
T.B: Chapter 14"Can't rightly say what time he came in here, but he was definitely pissed" came a voice and Moss turned around. The brothel's Madame looked back at him, pointing towards where Marsolai lay slumped against a table. "I figure the tavern kicked him out for being drunk and he came in here as most do. I just forgot about him, though my girls were definitely interested in him, stopped more than a couple of people robbing his unconscious body" she chuckled and looked at Moss who walked up to her, drawing her in to give her a kiss.T.B: Chapter 14 by *The-Monoblos
"I never expected to see you here Murrier. I thought I left you safely back in Valiquet but here you are". Murrier loo
T.B: Chapter 15Harral continued to watch the fleeing soldier as he crept along behind him slowly. It seemed that the entire city had vanished indoors and the weather had definitely taken a turn for the worse, though probably not the cause of it. After trudging through fifteen minutes of dire weather Harral watched the soldier bend down to a gutter in the road and prise it open with his hands – did he know he was being watched? Carefully Harral shrank back to behind a wall where he turned around his head to watch. It didn't take long for the man to disappear and pull the grate back over his head. He waited for about half a minute to give the man some tiT.B: Chapter 15 by *The-Monoblos
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T.F.D: Chapter 6Two dark, dank walls lined the cavern to either side of Lira. Moss and lichen hung down from the roof of the cave and a few droplets of water dribbled quietly to themselves from numerous stalactites. Lira took in a breath and stepped further into the cave.T.F.D: Chapter 6 by *The-Monoblos
The entrance, just behind her, did not look bright in the dull overcast weather. The waterfall obscuring the cave entrance blocked almost all sunlight in. The water had been cool and refreshing though after the long hike and the pool would have been serene on a better day.
Without any form of conventional lighting the depths of the cave did not look any better. There were no torches or oil lanterns placed in nooks or cranny’s that Lira would have liked, or at least if there were the cold harsh wind had long since blown them out. It was also possible that Freitzen had not yet arrived to light them. The wind ruffled her trouser legs making them stick to her body using the cold water to do so. Katisch was by far in a worse state t
T.F.D: Chapter 7Dust picked up behind the horses hooves. The dust didn’t settle, instead lingering in the air just inches above the hard, coarse sand all around. It was still too low for anyone to start coughing desperately from it and too high to go unnoticed.T.F.D: Chapter 7 by *The-Monoblos
A horse-drawn carriage sped through the dust, dispersing it and forcing it to settle to the side of the vehicle. The carriage was armoured, and following the armed cavalry scouts just up ahead which had created the original cloud.
Inside the carriage a man leaned forward. A thin golden band rested on his dark skinned forehead and robes fluttered down to the wooden carriage floor. The man wore the robes of a monarch, a king and the crest of the Harrillen sovereignty.
Marsolai, still leaning forwards in the carriage, brought his hands together in front of himself and clasped them tightly. He looked at his hands and grimaced: they were old hands. He peered around the carriage, at his armed bodyguards and then at the window in the side wall.
T.F.D: Chapter 8It was dark inside the room. Keila couldn’t hear anything other than her own heavy breathing. Suddenly, somewhere in front of her, someone lit a candle. Keila smiled, happy to see some light, and slowly began to walk towards the candle. She was in the great library at the palace in Valiquet, completely alone. Cyran was asleep in his cot and her guards had been told to wait outside the room.T.F.D: Chapter 8 by *The-Monoblos
She was dressed in a silk nightgown which fluttered neatly near her legs. Anticipating what was about to happen she wore nothing underneath. Nobody stood at the table where the candle was lit but a shadow could be seen off to the side, ever present and lurking: Lord Chiente’s shadow. Keila smiled knowing just that he was around. The man’s policies were not nice but he was a good politician, these midnight meetings did a lot to make Keila feel better at court.
A few rolls of parchment had been left on the table by the side of the candle, a note was attached. A few of my friends
T.F.D: Chapter 9The graveyard was quiet, even with the burning buildings to all sides of him. Mírérne had climbed over the collapsed buildings and trees to get into it. Now he knelt before the graves of his parents with a tear rolling down his cheek. There was nothing he or anyone else could have done. That just made it worse, that just made what he had to do about it so much more impossible.T.F.D: Chapter 9 by *The-Monoblos
The grave robbers had to pay for robbing his mothers grave. The Sahagin had to pay for destroying Las Meneton. Vernan Dunst had to pay for bringing this on everyone. Anger consumed Mírérne to the brink that it was all he thought about. Even though it was he who was going after Harral to get help in getting justice over Moss’s death he now needed Harral’s help to keep his mind calm.
The sun hung deeply in the sky and thin lines criss crossed its orange centre as it began its descent to the horizon far below. The air also took a different feeling as dusk grew closer. M
T.F.D: Chapter 10A sandstorm whirled past a dull and heavy face. The man was malnourished and looked to have been travelling for days on end, all without rest. For as long as the sandstorm had been whirling around the man he had worn a scarf wrapped up around his face. The storm seemed to have been following him for two days now without rest. It made the going easier but the man had travelled through sandstorms before. This one was different.T.F.D: Chapter 10 by *The-Monoblos
Instead of raising sand all being at the same speed and whipping it across the desert this sandstorm centred on the man, as he were walking in the eye of a storm in a tornado, deathly calm. The calm gave the man a sense of unease, almost like somebody else was following him, or tracking him. Whoever it was could be leading him to them. The man had been fleeing an area for weeks now; he did not want to go back like a dog answering its master’s call.
The wanted to know where he was going, but for that he needed to take his scarf off. Would the focus of the sto
T.F.D: Chapter 11Acton Marrahabarran let his head roll around freely inside his helmet. He had his eyes closed and wasn’t looking at the road ahead. The horse he was riding was trotting along keeping much to the same pace as many other of the horses that the soldiers were riding.T.F.D: Chapter 11 by *The-Monoblos
He opened his eyes. His vision was blurry, the visor made it difficult for him to see but was a personal design. Instead of having one singular horizontal strip over his eyes the visor was made up primarily of two small eyeholes, fitted to Marrahabarran’s own eyes. There was some blackness around his peripheral vision but for the most part he had good vision. Backing this up were a number of very thin vertical lines from the tip of his nose down to his chin giving Marrahabarran space to breath freely and not get the helmet stuffy like many other visors. Once again these were fitted specifically to Acton himself. The whole helmet in fact was fitted entirely to his specifications: it kept his neck free and loose but
T.F.D: Chapter 12 Three days after the events of the usurping of the Valiquen throne.T.F.D: Chapter 12 by *The-Monoblos
Water rocked the small rowboat this way and that in the choppy winds. Mírérne tried to hold his breakfast in as he tried to row upwind through the treacherous river. Looking behind him Mírérne could make out flags and towers high above the rocky outcrops in the river. It seemed that not too far away now was the town of Giusu’Nieri. Mírérne wondered to himself what he might find there.
Mírérne continued to concentrate on his rowing. Cutting through the howling win blaring into the back of his hair Mírérne aimed to tack through the water and out into the bay where with luck the rowing would be easier going. The rowing was hard work and made the commander sweat but knowing Harral was somewhere in town made Mírérne push harder, work for each metre he made.
His pack was wet from the waves overlapping into the small
T.F.D: Chapter 13The chamber seemed both small and crowded with two people looking into the small unwashed bowl: especially two people of the stature which did stand in the room. Lira had poured the water into the bowl and set it down on the table. Freitzen had murmured the brief incantation setting his magic to work in the bowl. Each of them took interest in the bowl and tried to peer directly into its contents.T.F.D: Chapter 13 by *The-Monoblos
The water rippled every so often from Freitzen’s power, showing the current events of the world, re-showing some events which had already happened over that of current issues aswell. The magic used to enchant the water was one of the only spells in which words were used as a change to mind commands and instinct. It was one of the only spells not used in a fight, and thus there were no assailants to worry about knowing what any attacker would do, not that it meant anything of course.
The water in the bowl currently shifted what it was showing. It tapped into the mind of someone who was wh
MH:Chapter 24 The sun dawned a blood red dawn, the day ahead would be as bloody as the last, the only good thing was that Ulfgar would be hopefully arriving sometime to assist in the fight. Lornin was still by her brothers body in his blood, now with her weapons at the ready she was prepared to fight. Nerrin entered the guilds main chamber from one of the many dorms the guild had with his breakfast and weapons. He'd been up all night with Berren, they were going to hunt down and kill the Chameleos and damn the consequences. Artal and Jerrenost would make their way slowly up to the palace and secure it. 'There's a couple of Rajang in the arena nearby if yoMH:Chapter 24 by *The-Monoblos
MH:Chapter 25 Ulfgar woke, the bed sheets now getting on his nerves. He and Jerrenost had been in the fort for a week now and still nothing worth troubling the guild. He wondered how Marinie was doing back in Horrenheim, she was now three months pregnant, he missed her very much. Jerrenost too missed Katie, though he did not admit it Ulfgar could see it troubled him. Ulfgar still wondered what they were doing there, there had been no Lao Shan Lung since they'd arrived and they suspected the same for a while yet. Nerrin was still in Dondruma (they'd been sent home with wounds so they could heal; each preferred hunting to sitting in bed no matter how goodMH:Chapter 25 by *The-Monoblos
MH:Chapter 27 What had he done? Savalin felt worse than bad about himself, what he'd done was unbearable and, thinking of the consequences, it could only get worse. He had broken his vow, he would never again see the one he loved, even when he was dead. The girl didn't seem to care, she had loved every second of it. He put his head in his hands and looked over at her sleeping, naked, body. He needed to get of wherever he was, presumably the girls house – he could remember leaving the springs massage room and going somewhere. He quietly put on his clothes so as not to wake her, in doing so he inadvertently made enough noise for the girls mother downsMH:Chapter 27 by *The-Monoblos
MH:Chapter 28 Nerrin lit the torch for the pyre. The second pyre, one for each week, and already half the company were dead, hopefully the rest had toughened up enough to survive the rest of the job, there was now only Nerrin, Lornin, Artal, Berren and two others left alive from the original band. Fortunately the civilians had now entered the surrounding villages and the job was miraculously near done. But of all people not Rylan, why Rylan? he wasn't even armed. The Chameleos had to die, not just for this but for Sigmund also. He would not let it torture Minegarde anymore. In front of him the flames began to rise up in front of him. The civilians behindMH:Chapter 28 by *The-Monoblos
MH:Chapter 29 The emotions swept through Nerrin like nothing he had ever felt before, Lornin had sacrificed herself so that he could live, he didn't even know how long he'd live for at this rate, the Chameleos that had killed his hunters was once again taunting him. This was the third time he'd faced it down and he still couldn't get even a strike in on it. What made it worse for him was that even Lornin, a bloodlust hunter who devoted her life to killing, could not hold her own against it. There was nothing he could of done, nothing he could do now, it was hopeless to even try. Nerrin was so far depressed he'd even forgotten the campaign and that they hMH:Chapter 29 by *The-Monoblos
MH: Chapter 30 There was a knock on the door, neither herself nor Ulfgar was expecting anyone today though that said she at least got Sofie to see who it was. Marinie of course being three and a half months pregnant couldn't move too far before it came a strain. The felynes were very helpful, indeed if they weren't there she didn't know if she'd be able to cope. Ulfgar offered to help whenever he could too, he was however, at this moment, out on a contract. Who was at the door surprised her, it was Jerrenost. 'Is Ulfgar in?' he asked 'the counciMH: Chapter 30 by *The-Monoblos
MH: Chapter 31Ulfgar moved over to the velociprey's body and picked up his hunting knife again, it could aid him in the fight to come. The Kirin was battered from the previous encounter, its horn haven been destroyed it also sported a scorch mark from where the lightning ignited to produce the fire that had momentarily burned, it was effectively now a far stronger and far healthier Kelbi. It charged forward forcing Ulfgar to draw his katana earlier than he would of perhaps liked. He was unable to bring it down on the Kirin straight away but at least he now had it out ready for the fight. As the Kirin began to charge him again Ulfgar, weirdly at first, chopMH: Chapter 31 by *The-Monoblos
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A sharp, loud, rumbling noise shot through the room infuriating the only person awake at this early hour. Tris grumbled in his sleep as Keila raised her elbow behind her into his ribs putting a stop to his snoring abruptly. After a minute however it was back. Keila rammed her elbow into his stomach again and succeeded in drawing another snort from him. She picked up her arms and, placing one of them on his shoulder, pushed T |
| 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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Donate  EDITING: 10 points for one chapter 25 points for two chapters 50 points for 4 chapters 100 points for four chapters & above, for any of these just note me the chapters and I'll send back the proof-read products. Expect a maximum of 3 days to get them back depending on the chapter length and frequency of grammatical problems also taking into account when I am readably on the site, thankyou. |
 Just to let you know - if you're here to comment 'thanks for the fav, view, watch, whatever' - DONT DO IT. It's incredibly frustrating, blocks up my inbox a little & will undoubtedly be marked as spam before too long. The comments I want to see here are critique or someone asking for a critique. People who do it WILL be blocked from this page WITHOUT FAIL. If you think you are special and this doesn't apply to you then you are WRONG and an ever bigger fool than I anticipated. Get the idea people! |
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