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got the same thing...with hotmail...
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Interesting IMO
@Dnas : I like your idea
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Well, we're moving out people
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Now since I am going to have Arielle and the other Hunters (who were under Orome) act as scouts...
I'll need to introduce you 2 characters, they are to be the leaders of the 10 Maias in the 20 who were under Tulkas.
Morendacil [Victor over Darkness ]: Who has already been introduced...
Calamelda [Friend with Light]: slightly inferior in power compared to Sauron (but remained hidden in the mass because she never needed to use that power) (yeah, she's my favorite in that group and no, she won't use that power unless really necessary)
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May he rest in peace
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Yiuel's drawing are pretty good indeed
(he even did one, stylised of course, of me and shykre 
)nice coloring Argalius...you should learn to draw
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Take your time chadeous, it'll stay there
I got a comment from Yiuel, so I edited the text a little so that the Head Knight wouldn,t give the impression he came from nowhere
and a few little inconsistencies were corrected as well
If you guys ever see a flaw somewhere tell me
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After the agreement of the council all the 25 took flight while the Rekigerians prepared themselves for a possible war.
As giant eagles, they flew very high in the sky, appearing only as normal birds to those on the ground. They made it just to the outside of the border then advancing a bit, to what seemed to them as a reasonable distance to conquer at first. That scouting took them a day at the most and by the time they came back part of the Rekigerians were already ready to move out. The 5 spoke to the leaders of that force while those in the 20 that had been under Tulkas (
) prepared for combat themselves. The remaining of the Black Wolves would strictly act as spies (
)unless there was a great need. Such a plan would work to the best of their advantages.With chance, Sauron would be too busy with Eonwe to notice their little advance here...anyway, with more than 25 Maias, they could easily overwhelm his magic.
And all began to march.
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ditto what Yiuel said...
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Thanks for the comment
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gonna post soon
btw, you can check out the story I finished, it is called : The Wizard's Death Plain
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Didn't know if it was the appropriate forum to do so...but here goes... ENJOY
WARNING : CONTAINS VIOLENCE...MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS. edited the red since CelticWolf at Phoenix told me that some people can look at red because of medical problems.
Lossalota looked at the vast plain, the stench of blood released by the earth was the only thing that remained of the massacre that had undergone here, a thousand years ago. That and the memory. Four armies had clashed together and fallen. No man, beast or any other creature had survived. It had left a deep mark on the land, so deep that no one dared to venture through it as much by respect of the dead as for the fear they had of a curse.
Yuler – “It’s a pity, flowers flourished here before. Now it’s just a wasted plain. “
Lossalota – No one would like to eat crop fed on blood. Even washed by the rain, it still lingers in the soil.
Y (with a slight smile)– You are right, as usual.
Knight (worried) – You think he’ll try and wake them ?
Y – There are enough souls erring around here, even so long after the fight. They haven’t found any peace and although their bodies have dispersed themselves, the skeletons can still be raised from the earth.
L (resolution on her face) – We must be ready. He will try, I have no doubt in my mind, and many will answer his call.
K – But why?
L (thoughtful) – They want to win. This fight ended in a tie. Because of him, but they don’t know it, the only thing they have known is passing from life to death in matter of seconds. The horror of the massacre haunts them.
Y – Let’s go home, he will not try tonight nor tomorrow. Not until the migration. I know that much.
L (looking at Yuler) – Home, will we have a home after this?
Y – Thrive on hope, not despair.
They turned back and mounted on their horses. Responsibility leaned heavily on their shoulders.
L – It will not happen another time.
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Year 1. A year marked by the rise of the Goddess Khammÿlie in the Pantheon. But also a year of great sorrow, for the plague had pained both the elves and the humans. A cure had been found 8 month later by the elves. But not soon enough to prevent many Lords from loosing their consort or children or even to save themselves. Thus, many countries had been left without any guidance and the ones who had survived didn't have enough strength to ensure peace throughout their land. Some saw advantages in the death of their neighbours, so they kept the cure for themselves and waited until their enemy died. Realising this, elven groups were dispatched throughout the Earth to help those in need and bring peace back to the lands. Some succeeded, others didn't and a few were destroyed by greedy opponents who didn't want peace to occur ( warlords mainly captured them so they could sell it themselves. It was in that time, that Lossalota was born. In her early years, she had to deal with the hatred of the humans for the superiority of the curing the elves provided. Certainly, a cure shouldn't have brought any anger, but for the humans, it was something which rendered them jealous. For not only did the elves enjoy a long life, but they had the blessing of the gods. It didn't matter that they had suffered casualties as the humans had suffered them, but only the fact that the elves had used the cure on themselves before distributing it out to the rest of the world. Upon this hatred, an alliance was formed, against the elven kind. Many assaults occurred and a great many deaths, unrelated to the plague. Fearful, the elves retreated from the land. Behind their great walls, they were unable to understand why and could only seek one solution to end that : if not to their liking, it would be satisfying for Men A great battle was to be done in a plain. A battle after which there would be only one winner...if the humans won, the elves would never be free again, but if the elves won, there would be peace and the trade would continue. And unfair bargain some would say, but the elves were desperate for peace, and tired of seeing their family die because of a foolish belief. The King of that time, blessed by the Sun, Asuy selected the plain. Then ordered one thousand of his elves, to accompany him. The Men, lead by Wurhio, were about 10 thousands...
Facing such odds, it was clear that the elves would loose, if a miracle didn't occur. They looked at the battlefield with empty eyes and an aching heart, before long, they would all be dead and the elves reduced to slaves. Asuy jumped on his white stallion and forced him into gallop toward the middle of the field. He stopped, facing Wurhio.
Asuy - You cannot be serious attacking us with 10 times our forces !
Wurhio - You didn't specify how many men I could bring.
Asuy - I said a reasonable force.
Wurhio - It is my reasonable force.
Asuy - You ask too many to loose their lives.
Wurhio - There won't be many lives that I loose. You, will loose yours...
Asuy returned to his side of the plain as disappointed as ever by those Men he had thought wiser. Determination in his eyes, even if certain death awaited him. He gave the signal and both sides approached each other slowly. Some men couldn't face the elves, and the sad look upon their face and turned around...to wait on the edge of the plain. 1000 lives were spared that way. Wurhio thought not much of it, since he still had an overwhelming force compared to the elves. Suddenly, as he was looking at the sky, he heard the cry of a bird. A strange firebird. I whirled around the battlefield, looking at each camp it seems and uttering the same cry over and over again. The Sun itself seemed to be weeping for both his people and the humans, foolish humans, who only wanted to believe what they wanted to believe. The elves stopped on their side, admiring the bird, it gave them courage, and with no more restraint, they launched themselves at the humans. In the seconds that ensued, Wurhio and his men remained still, impressed by the courage their enemy had. Then, they too started running toward the elves. They clashed in the middle of the plain, blood splattered everywhere, guts were spilled, horrifying vision for those who had never seen combat. The armies stepped over those who had fallen, or were wounded, thinking about only one thing, destroying the enemy. The elves held their ground overwhelmed as they were, the noble resolution they had gave them strength. Their family was counting on them to return, not to fail in the least. When the first line of warriors finally fell, arrows were launched into the air, from both camps.
A & W - Shields !!
The soldiers lifted the shields in the air to block the arrows falling from the sky. Some hit them anyway. But the men, were surprised once more as a new serie of arrows flew through the air just as they had lowered their shields. On the elven side, cheers went up as they saw more of the humans crumple, bleeding, dying. Another 500 of them also fled the battlefield. The army of Men, once composed of 10 000 men, was reduced to a mere 5000 the dead and the dying excluded. But on the elven side, even if their defence held, and they were far more skilled in war, only 600 of them remained. The tide turned, the men, regained courage when they saw the small force that was left. They plunged again at their enemy. Slaying them. Asuy felt his eyes fill with tears each time one of his kin went down. He called forth his god, invoking its magic like only a king could do. The god answered. And a large sphere of fire ignited in the middle of the men, destroying a quarter of the battlefield, and 2000 men within it. But with only 475 left, they were still overwhelmed. Asuy decided it had gone too far and tried for the last time to end it, he called forth the holder of the banner who lifted the cease fire. Both camp stopped, observing truce, and Wurhio advanced through the lines.
W - What is the meaning of this?
A - This battle has no meaning. It isn't good for either our people. And will only bring pain to those who survive it.
W - You want it to stop?
A - There is no reason why it can’t. We're both sensible persons, you know what is best as do I, for your people and mine.
W - Yes, I know what is best.
At that second, he struck his dagger into Asuy's heart. Asuy looked at Wurhio, surprise and pain in his eyes, he coughed out blood.
A - Why ? he asked in a breath.
W - Your death is what will bring defeat to your people. There will be no more loss from our side. Wurhio turned his blade, ending it. “That’s what’s best for Men”.
He was wrong. On the edge of the plain, a young elf stood looking at the battle, looking at her father glimmering in his white robe. She had seen him stop the battle and watched carefully what was happening. As Wurhio trusted his dagger through her father's heart. She knocked an arrow to her bow. The elves started retreating, pursued by the men. Lossalota jumped on her white horse. She held the bow and the arrow in one hand and the neck brush of the horse in the other and made him run. Once she was close enough, she aimed carefully, and loosened her arrow.
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Lossalota woke up sweating heavily. She had dreamed again of this awful day. Yuler entered the room quickly.
Y - Are you alright?
L - Nothing but a nightmare. It happens often these days. Do not be troubled.
Y - I could be a premonition of some sort.
L - Nothing but a dream, I dream about that day.
Y - What was it like?
L - You really want to know?
Y - I want to know what happened from the moment you entered the battle.
L - If you wish to know...
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(this time, Lossalota does the narration from her point of view)
I was standing atop my mount, thinking about only one thing. To kill before being killed, to end this battle in our favour. I had seen my father die at the hands of the treacherous @#$% Wurhio. And I couldn't let that unpunished. As my horse was running toward the middle of the plain, I struggled a bit to find my concentration. Then, I knocked an arrow aimed and let it fly. I couldn't see the result immediately, but as Wurhio turned toward me, I saw surprise on his traits. He held his throat in both hands, for I had aimed directly between the two plates of his armour and my arrow had struck truly. He too, crumpled down, his life flowing from him at the same speed as his blood. My mare continued to run towards the soldiers. Everyone had stopped dead in their tracks. They were looking at me, looking at Wurhio, not understanding exactly what had happened. I took that time to arrive beside my father. I took him in my arms, but it was already too late, his empty eyes seemed to look past me, right into the sky, where the firebird still flew. I let him down then, gently, my white dress now covered in his blood became some sort of banner for my people. They left out fear and despair, placed their fate in me and before the men were out of their stupor, they cut them down, one by one. We gained the upper hand, my sword was quickly stained. Those intelligent enough to recognise the elves' anger fled in terror. But this time, none escape, none of any camp. For at that moment, He appeared.
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Y - It was Him ?
L - Yes, dear friends we were before the plague. He had gone away to study and I foolishly believed he would stay the same.
Y - You were wrong...
L - Dark arts can change even the purest of hearts. When he came back, only power devoured him, and I couldn't help him.
Y - What did you do?
L - I left him alone, thinking that maybe it could change. He would change back in time. But a few days later, I was certain; there couldn't be any other option for him but evil. And there wasn't any other option for me but to kill him.
Y – Why is that?
L – He had killed his mother and father in some sacrificial invocation, that, I couldn’t forgive. So I set off with my sword clear of it’s scabbard. Off to his place.
Y - A wizard is hardly touched by any physical weapons.
L - I tried anyway, I gave him a scar and he gave me one too, the same.
She passed her fingers on that scar, it run from the left side of her neck, right under her ear, all around to her right shoulder. It had been a deep one, fatal, if not healed immediately. But he had healed her at the same time as he, because of their "past friendship".
Y - So, what happened?
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L - He descended in the middle of the plain. He was floating above the ground, but when he touched it. It sent a wave of flames...a circle that kept growing and growing. Until no one in either army was alive. Except those who had already gone.
Y - But you were there...
L - I was. One soldier, a personal guard of my father, he jumped in front of me, covering me. I closed my eyes and only felt the intense heat. I had burn marks for days, but I was very lucky or so I think, for when I opened them again, all I saw was a black corpse still standing. I tried to touch him and he turned to dust. His flesh did anyway, the bones, hadn't been touched. I cried out. And He turned towards me.
Y - Did he tell you why?
L - He only told me to keep away from this place, which he needed it for later, much later...then he told me he was glad I was there. So I could understand how foolish my people and Men had been. And so I could witness his rise to power. I didn't understand. It's like I was deaf to his words, although I could clearly hear him. He walks towards me and I used my sword again, regardless of the consequences. I cut his shoulder, blood flowed out of his wound, and he laughed at me, a horrible laugh, and took hold of my hand. My sword fell. I should have killed him with my bare hands, had I the force and the courage to do so, but I had none.
Y - What did he do?
L - He strengthened a bond between us two, it took a couple of seconds, I only stared at him, and then, he was gone...like he hadn't been there. But the fresh blood on my neck proved the contrary.
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L-The remaining horses, were on the edge of the forest. Mine had had the same fate as all the men and elves in the plain. “Lossalota took a break and added thoughtfully” To this day, I don't understand how the wave, even with the shield of flesh made by that guard had missed me. Some others should have survived, but there were none. “Lossalota then returned to the subject” I jumped on the nearest horse and started my way back to the palace. One week from there. I do not recall details perfectly, but I remember some of the men who had fled. They gave me provisions and wished me luck. I guess the massacre had marked them, they were after all not so strong as they had believed and perhaps there was also a lot of good in them. The road on the way back home was not so hard, but my blade was stained with drops of blood and I had no arrows left when I got home. Although it had mostly been from hunting, it had both tasted human and elven flesh, that of those who had thought they could take advantage of a lone fighter. I arrived at the city gates, completely exhausted, the doors weren’t open, unusual for us, since we welcomed strangers. I yelled at the guards towards in the common tongue, they replied with smooth words I knew well. “You are not here to order us human!” I called back at them, this time in elvish: “I need to see my mother; it is a sad day for our people.” They seem to hesitate, but they didn’t open the door. So I got back to the woods, making camp not far from there and I waited.
Y – You will tell me the rest of it later. What I want to know is what does the bond do?
L – He told me, in my dreams, if he was cut, I was cut. Not in the same place but along that scar. The more serious it would be, the more that scar would open itself and let out my blood and life as well.
Y – Is it the same for him?
L – No, if I am cut, he is safe, if I die, he is free. That’s the reason why he put it in place, so I felt forced to remain alive to stop him, maybe to burden him. The bond still works, sometimes, I wake up and my throat is covered by blood.
Y – That’s why you wear a red collar all the time? I thought it would be so. If people noticed your link, they’d probably try to kill you.
L – That’s why I killed my mother, because it was either that or to lose my own life and I’m not ready to die yet. I will regret it my whole life, I have betrayed my people and committed treason, and it is his fault and he must pay.
Her scar started bleeding a little. Lossalota winced and grabbed the leather collar on her desk and Yuler got up to help her. She looked at him, a fearful look in her eyes.
Y – It is early. You think he’s already started? The migration is not supposed to happen before a week or so...
A guard burst into the room, ending all doubt.
Guard – Yuler, it had started...THE MIGRATION! A messenger has just arrived from the plain, he is there...
L – Thank you. *The guard departed. * It is time, it’s been a thousand years now, the souls are ready for his guidance.
She opened her closet and got out a box. In it, carefully wrapped in silk, were a scabbard and a sword both stained with blood. She took the sword carefully and poured water over it. The blood started boiling then disappeared. She did the same for the scabbard. Yuler looked at her eyes, green eyes full of sorrow; she looked back at him nodding as if she was answering a question.
L – This is the blade I used on the battlefield; it is also the one I used to cut him. It will remember his flesh and blood and that of all of those it slaughtered on the plain. My fate is sealed now. I cannot escape it and He cannot.
Y – You’re planning to kill him?
L – Yes.
Y – Yet you know a weapon cannot touch him.
L – Yes.
Y – You need me to give something to that sword.
L – Yes. I have learned from you the white magic what I needed to counter most of his. But I need something that will cut through his shields, a bit of Black Magic you know of it.
Y – You know what will happen if you kill him.
L – The threat will be ended and peace will return.
Y – I meant for you.
Lossalota looked at him, with a face he had never seen before, her eyes turned to cold ice, her emotion did not show when she pronounce those words.
L – Then, I will die.
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They went, accompanied by the most fateful of their warriors. Just in case there would be a battle to be won. He was there; standing in the middle of the plain like it belonged to him. On her horse, Lossalota was shaking. He hadn't changed one bit throughout the years, he was still as she remembered, before the training which had changed him. The wind billowed hard, harder than any other day, for The Migration was starting and the souls were slowly passing by, creating that wind. She could see them, hundreds, thousands, millions of them all passing by towards the other realm at the end of the Earth. But those in the plain were still anchored there, screaming and crying in their despair because they could not join, they could not escape that curse which was upon them. The company approached him slowly. At one point, they were forced to dismount, the terrified horses refusing to advance further.
He was smiling, sadly it seemed, though Lossalota couldn't see the reason why. His face was still the same as last time, without the scars his practice normally ensured. He was looking towards the sky, where no clouds floated. Only the white glimmer of the souls was visible in it, and surprisingly, none of them stopped to yell or scream at him although it was supposed to be the case. Each migration brought back the souls of those persons you had killed, and often they tried to confront you with that reality. Lossalota had learned to ignore it and dismiss those screams as nothing more than whispers.
Yuler - Go get him, he is not aware of us yet!
Lossalota - He is, look there.
She pointed toward a small feline lying at the feet of her master. It was glaring at them intently, daring them to approach. Lossalota signalled for her men to advance quickly before the souls were able to take a physical grip on reality. If that happened before they were able to reach Him, all He would have to do is release them and direct those angry soldiers towards her and the others. They followed Lossalota closely until she signaled to the Head Knight to stop and let her go alone with Yuler. They got pretty close to him when startlingly, he spoke:
H- I knew we would meet again, in the end.
L- Why are you here Merthan?
M- To complete my task as you know.
The words seemed louder than they should have been although they were carried by the wind. He cut his palm, smiling as he saw her grab her own throat, her fingers quickly turning scarlet.
L- Are you trying to cower me into running ?
M- I know I can't, else, you wouldn't have survived all those years.
L- What are you doing then ?
M- The Awakening requires blood, lots of it, mine, but also yours.
He chucked and extended his hand pointing at her in an imperative gesture.
M- Come my dear friend. You know you will die on this journey.
L- You will die with me.
M- I died already, long ago, when I understood the Dark Arcanes.
L- You will pay for it *she yelled* The death of those you loved, the death of these people and of my mother!
M- The death of your mother was not of my doing. Only you took that decision. You could have let her kill you.
L- And let you live and create Hell? Sacrifices must be made to ensure peace. This was one of many.
Yuler stepped in front of her, facing her. They were, but a few steps away from Merthan, but it didn't seem to bother him.
Y : We are in front of him, finally. I have done my part, your sword will cut, go to him, and do your will and due. Farewell.
Lossalota : Farewell. I hope we meet again.
Yuler : In this world, it may be sooner than later.
Yuler closed his eyes. No tear went out, no face showed up. He went back, slowly. Lossalota was in front of Him. She remembered at last all the pain she felt, all the suffering she had had to endure. All the suffering done to their people, she wanted to avenge those deaths, she wanted to kill Him.
Merthan did not avoid the blow, the sword struck quickly cleanly through him. It was not yet a fatal blow, but at the amount of blood that poured out of the gash she had made, if he didn't do anything, he would die within minutes. Lossalota collapsed on the ground beside him, her own blood mixing with his, the scar on her neck now completely opened. In the fuzz of her head, she heard the souls screaming at her and laughter, a horrible laughter.
“You won’t be able to free them little mage. They are mine only mine.”
“They are not, and I’m not dead yet. Why did you manipulate her into thinking…”
“It is what us Dark Mages do best…you are a shame to all of us.”
“It was never my intention to apply all the Dark Arcanes, but only to understand their vileness and power. You, you learned the White Magic to trick her.”
“Then you are a fool! But that strong soul of yours will be useful anyway.”
Lossalota raised her head and looked under her. No blood spilled from the wound on her neck anymore, it only stained the sand. She was empty of life and in the same time, full of it. Yuler was standing there, in front of her, with empty eyes, like those of a wicked monster. Beside her, Merthan was straining to keep control of the waves of souls... his own blood continued to flow slightly but he too, was going to die.
M – I need your help Lossalota. You may never have believe me before, but I’m not your enemy. The enemy is one who was close to you.
L – Am I…dead?
M – This is the day of migration… no one dies today, but tomorrow it will end, one way or the other.
The blood had stopped flowing, and he too, was supposed to be…dead. Lossalota looked once again at Yuler, searching confort, but there was no one in that body who could answer her questions.
M – He is still there, but so absorbed he will not hear your words my dear. He is fighting me for the control of my soul, and yours and all of theirs (he pointed to the emerging souls of the plain).
L – I don’t understand, I don’t understand, I DON’T UNDERSTAND!
M – That day, a thousand years ago, it was he whom you saw that threw the fireball, then it was me who calmed the storm and placed a shield to protect the souls that he had trapped in the soil of this plane. You then directed your anger toward me and I never wanted to explain myself, but it is the truth.
L – We are dead anyway.
Y – I am not, and I will give you back your life!
His eyes had regained their color and he was looking at her with softness but also resolution. Merthan, his hands still extended, held back a soft cry and kneeled on the ground.
Y – Come with me, we shall rule the land!
L – What do you mean? I have no desires to rule, I want people who are free!
Y – You fail to understand that you have no choice in the matter, once this day is passed, you will die and then be by my side for all eternity.
Lossalota understood all too clearly what had transpired in that sentence. It made her remember how much he had insisted for her to do things “for the good of the people”…things that in her own desire of vengeance, were okay and acceptable. Also, how he had strengthened her desire of vengeance with everyday that passed by. It all made sense in her head, her death and that of Merthan, her father had said before that they had the strongest souls he had ever encountered before. Yuler had used everything she knew against herself. In a way, oh so subtle, that she hadn’t realised it. She tried to refocus, but the world was getting dimmer and dimmer, souls started talking to her, surrounding her.
M – Stop this Yuler, don’t make her fall into the darkness. Please.
Y – She is only going with the flow of souls. In the following minutes, the sun will set and the day will end, and you, along with her, will falter.
M – I’ve freed enough souls by now; you won’t have the power you wanted to have.
Y – I will have two wondrous souls to keep by my side and torment all day. That will be enough.
L – You WON’T have them! *she lifted her head, the cloud of spirits turned around her head and disappeared, the wound on her neck closed as did the one on Merthan, she seemed to regain her wits* We are bringing you with us.
As Merthan released the last of the souls in the plain, to follow the great Migration, Lossalota grabbed Yuler by the throat and squeezed the life out of the mage, too unprepared to react. He shook and struggled to break her grip, then in a last attempt, sent a wave of black magic. Lossalota fell back and looked at him. Yuler laughed.
Y – I have won, I’m not dead and the sun is going down! The migration is over!
M – Are you so sure about that?
As the sun set, the two bodies fell down on the ground as the magic left the land for another thousand years. Yuler continued to jump up and down, laughing at his fortune. When a sword struck through his heart from behind and ripped him open. The Head Knight of Lossalota gave a contemptuous glance at the mage, before removing the blade and cleaning it on his robes, he had been so sure of his victory his shield had dropped. The body of Yuler decomposed and soon was only dust, his own soul, running after the others. Then, two glimmering silhouettes appeared in front of the army that had followed them there.
L – I am sorry for all this.
HK – Don’t worry, we know the truth now.
M – The souls of this plain are gone now. Soon, the nature will take back what is hers and there will be green here again.
L – I need you to liberate all those people I imprisoned unjustly; I need you to lead the people in a new era of freedom.
HK – You will not be forgotten.
M – We will be, in time, but the war that was made here one thousand years ago must not. It must remain a lesson for all who live, that betrayal and vengeance may only lead to more bloodshed.
L – Please ask all the people’s forgiveness for what I’ve done.
HK – They will forgive. Go in peace.
The two souls disappeared then, a quiet smile on their faces. The bodies were brought back to the castle and where they received a decent burial. On what was left of Yuler’s body, a stone was place, with an inscription for the dead there never to be forgotten. Peace came back to the land and lasted as long as eternity.
The End
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heya Helldog
nice to have you here -
awww
*hugs Tim* thank you -
3950
50 to go...and reach 4000
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Wierd... we never kiss ... or well, i dont kiss, i get kisses often, on the chik (Or whatever how that word is ...) but i never give them. Dont know why, im more of a hugging guy
*Gives Akya another great Norwegian hug*
Hmm, have to be careful not to get beaten up by her boyfriend i guess ...
it's cheek
and don't worry about one simple hug
anyway, shykre isn't a jealous type...I hang out with guys all day lolon the 122 persons in electrical and info engineering, we are 7 girls...
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Wierd... we never kiss ... or well, i dont kiss, i get kisses often, on the chik (Or whatever how that word is ...) but i never give them. Dont know why, im more of a hugging guy
*Gives Akya another great Norwegian hug*
Hmm, have to be careful not to get beaten up by her boyfriend i guess ...
it's cheek
and don't worry about one simple hug
anyway, shykre isn't a jealous type...I hang out with guys all day lolon the 122 in electrical and info engineering, we are 7 girls...
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@Akya
Yeah I was in the same situation yesterday
Well I only needed to make a program that did some basic math calculations based on input from the console, so not hard. I hope it'll get a bit harder though, maybe we can switch
They promised us it would get a lot harder
maybe I'll post it in the homework forum by then...*gets back to reading 200 more pages of the C++ manual*
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how many people have gmail ?
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you bring a good point there Curu.
Maybe (like he said) only the amount of rep that changed...not who had rep changes....
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So, who's posting next ?
I know there is alot coming up...and I'm stil waiting anxiously to post...
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I think people get tired (Not girls i think) of my hugging,
Maybe especially girls get tired of your hugging
Well, NO girls get tired of my hugging, of course not!! Who wouldnt want a hug, or 10 by me??
me
j/k we like ya ZeZar *hug*@Argalius : At least...only the Americans
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I don't think the people with a decreased rep would like it published...
but I think the others would like it...
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Finished my first code with C++ today.
I know the first thing I did was READ the information my teachers gave me
Then, I followed the instructions they had written
-open new workspace
-open new file
-open new project...etc
and then built a pseudocode to be later adapted in C++
once I knew that was okay, I wrote the code.
I never thought it was that hard before...I mean, today, with the final debugging I ended up at some point with 300 errors
because of one silly overall mistake.
Yet Another French Topic
in Introductions & Off-Topic Discussion
Posted · Edited by akya
Very difficult to translate... here's my try
and the original song...