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2XtremeToTake
Promising
Supreme Hero
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posted October 22, 2005 10:57 PM |
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The Legacy of the Shakars
Fallon...come forth and accept your destiny...you know what awaits you...
"no...no...your lying"
I tell no lie, now DO AS I COMMAND!
"never!"
THEN, YOU, SHALL, DIE!!!
*GASP*
Fallon sits up in his bed, sweating profusely, despite the coldness of the night desert. He had been having this nightmare on several occasions the past few months. It had to mean something.
He got up and walked outside, it was cold, so he wrapped his cloak around him. He felt safe here...at least for the moment, however something had been bugging him. The horses and camels had been acting strange as of late. Sheep had been turning up dead left and right, the shepards and stable-keepers were getting worried, at first a wolf or coyote was thought to have been to blame, but the way the sheep were killed, looked to have been done by some ritual sacrifice...he shuddered.
The sun was rising, and he had to go to the market for food at sunrise. He walked over to his fathers hut, to see if he was awake, surprisingly he was.
"Father, I am about to leave for the market, do you require anything else?"
"No..just..be careful, there have been some strange things going on as of late.."
"Yes father, I know...I've had a strange feeling in my heart and mind lately, something is amiss."
"Yes...I shall see you apon your return..."
"goodbye, father"
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I almost had a psychic girlfriend but she left me before we met.
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RedSoxFan3
Admirable
Legendary Hero
Fan of Red Sox
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posted October 25, 2005 09:09 PM |
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Sahir looked out at the group of men standing about one hundred meters away. This is the first time anyone has ever threatened his family.
"The fools," he muttered as he walked out to meet them with four bodyguards at each of his sides. Those who dared threaten him in the past all met ill fates. Only three times in his life has his life ever been threatened.
The first was during his first year as general. In one of his most famous battles, his hired army single handedly held off an army four times his size and eventually routed them. Soon after he paved the way to winning the war for the man who became king. Three months later that king was assassinated along with an attempted assassination on Sahir. He hired his army to seek out and investigate the cause of these murders and eventually found it to be a faction of rebels. Word of their secret encampment in the desert got to Sahir quickly and he retaliated with a surprise attack just before dawn. He had the camp completely surrounded and slaughtered every man taking no prisoners, giving no parley.
From then on only two other fools ever attempted to kill him again. Sahir had suffered only two defeats on the battlefield and both times the enemy tried to rush his camp and kill him. But he and his bodyguards were much stronger than expected. Only one of his bodyguards died. They each killed dozens of men before they were able to make their escape on horseback. But yet again, Sahir exacted his revenge. He rebuilt his armies in secret and personally slaughtered every last man who was responsible for the attempted assassination.
From that day forward, Sahir made sure that he would never lose a battle again. And no one had ever even suggested a threat towards him again. Until now. He looked at them as fools. Once his son was returned to him he would make them pay more than any other he thought.
Fifteen meters now separated Sahir and his enemies. All wore hooded masks that covered their heads in entirety but their eyes. He looked at them showing the most somber face possible. One of the men pulled out a scroll and threw it on the groundin front of Sahir's feet. He bent over to pick it up eyeing them with cold stare as if taunting them to raise their swords. The man who appeared to be in charge stepped forward
"Bring your armies to the place written on the scroll. Those are your orders on where you must attack. You will also find your battleplans on how you will attack. You may not change these plans... otherwise you will be greeted by the head of your son, without his body attached." The cloaked men turned, mounted their horses, and rode off into the desert.
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Go Red Sox!
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Lord_Pc
Promising
Famous Hero
Groin-Grabingly Clever
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posted October 26, 2005 02:01 PM |
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Anuhbar was returning from the market with a small black bag on his waist, jingling full of gold coins with each step. Anuhbar openly smiled and headed towards his palace for a relaxing afternoon
He rounded a corner and there waiting for him in the middle of a main street was one of his spies. the spy stuck his hand infront of his chest and made some intricate gestures with his fingers. Anuhbar immadiatly got the message and headed towards the spy base.
Anuhbar walked at an excelerated pace going through certain houses that were unlocked and avoiding the ones that were. in no more than 10 minutes, Anuhbar had traveled to the spy base and was heading to the dark room.
making his way through the house, Anuhbar was soon joined by another spy who informed him of the captive in the dark room. Anuhbar entered to see the restrained individual. as usuall the captive was in the chair positioned so that the sun shone brightly in his eyes
Anuhbar gave the word and the sunlight was covered. before the mans retinas could adjust and allow him to see Anuhbar stepped infront of the man
after a few moments Anuhbar left the room followed by a spy eager to see Anuhbar's response. Anuhbar sat at a table and poured himself some water and sighed "its not him Amir. get all the spies working on the case in to see that man. then tell them that he has a shorter beard and a longer nose."
Anuhbar consumed the drink and sighed again "my brother has a shorter beard and a longer nose"
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Da-da-dada-HEY-dada-da-da
Two goldfish were in their tank. One turns to the other and says, 'You man the guns, I'll drive.'
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TitaniumAlloy
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Legendary Hero
Professional
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posted October 30, 2005 05:57 AM |
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Tama sat there in the alleyway, watching the passers-by. To them he was a mere cat or rodent, nothing all that conspicuous.
He liked this spot here... it was cool and the shade soothed his essence.
A man came into the darkness and Tama dashed behind a box. He picked up a giant jar of strange fruits, which looked as heavy as a boulder, but he lifted it with ease.
As he carried it out, he began to move slower, and slower, and the people out in the street came to an almost standstill. The sky had stopped moving. Tama tried move, but he was unable. The pat of the man's sandal on the cobblestone street which had finally arrived landed with a resounding ring, even sound travelled slowly.
All Tama could think was
"Not again..." before his essence was contorted, lifted up and swept away from the bustling market which soon faded away into darkness.
As soon as Tama regained conciousness, he immediately regretted it. He was in a candle-lit domed room with large magestic pillars surrounding. It seemed like some kind of temple or... tomb. He tried to get up, to run away, but his struggles were in vain. He was standing in the centre of a large circle inscribed in the ground which was keeping him from escaping at his own will.
A gnarled old man stood before him, wearing elaborate but ragged robes and a magestic grey beard. His skin was wrinkled and his brow deeply furrowed, and his face held an inexplicable expression of ageless wisdom and utter contempt.
"Tama... Do you remember me?" The old man asked, his voice seemed to struggle to escape from his throat but sounded younger than his body gave him credit for.
Tama's body was burning from the summoning. His matter had been physically ripped apart by the spell and torn across the desert into this ancient temple in a fraction of time, and rematerialized in this cruel cag e of ancient magic.
For a while he remained silent, coming to terms with his predicament. Any wonder, he thought, it had been over a thousand years since his last master.
"Nosferatu. How could I forget?" A simple genie of no superior matter should be greatly honoured to be summoned by the likes of the Nosferatu himself. For Tama, this was just another summoning. "What brings you back to undeath?" Tama smiled. He glanced around the room at the intricate carvings and artwork on the walls. Nice place, he thought.
"Last time we met you beat me by pure luck. But now I am the master and you will do as I say, or I will burn your essence to dust. It grieves me to say it, but it is undeniable that I am in need of your service, one not dissimilar to that of last time we met. The Nosferatu said. As he spoke his body seemed to fade away in some parts, his flesh rotted to reveal bone, only to grow back, whole again instantly.
"I see. And this is your tomb? A bit crumbled, but it has been over ten thousand years..." Tama said.
"Yes, ten thousand years since the fall of the Shakar dynasty... and that is why I have called you here.
My rest has not been a peaceful one. Something disturbed me, a great disruption in the balance. They are returning, Tama. The Shakar dynasty is on the rise."
"So the prophecies are true then. What am I needed to do?"
"A heir will come forth to bring about the Shakar dynasty once more. Their armies will be more powerful than ever, but this time I will not lose. My soldiers died in that battle ten thousand years ago, Tama, and nothing can bring them back to life. If we are to win this battle, we need someone to command us.
There is one man, by the name of Sahir Muhummad, who is perhaps worthy of my undead armies.
I need this man, Tama.
I need him dead."
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John says to live above hell.
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2XtremeToTake
Promising
Supreme Hero
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posted October 30, 2005 07:31 AM |
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Fallon wandered into the capital city of Gil-Nowal, heading for the marketplace. Something had changed about this place though, he remembered coming here as a boy, the place would be live with laughter, action and crowded. It seemed slightly more desolate that usual. He approached the marketplace and everyone seemed to be watching him.
Approaching the vendor, he seemed to cower in fear
"What is going on here?"
The vendor was stuttering when he spoke "J-just this morning, the Sultan was found mutilated in his chambers. There was no forced entry or nothing, and it is impossible for a man to have done this to himself. The guards reported having no one shrunk in. However, a straggler claimed to have saw a man leaving the palace this morning. He gave a rather stunningly accurate description of the person leaving, who was covered in blood."
"Oh really? What did he look like?"
The Vendor showed a portrait of the man, who looked exactly like..him...
"P-p-please sir, take what you want, just don't hurt me. I look for no trouble, I'm just a lowly merchant..."
Fallon grabbed a loaf of bread and several flasks of water. He pulled several silver coins down and set them in front of the shivering merchant, he ran to the stables and got on his horse and sped out of the city
what was going on? He had just seen a picture of himself, who was a suspect in the murder of the sultan...
He rode across the desert, heading back to his town when the smell of fire came across his nose. He had a bad feeling about this. Fallon arrived in what was his town to find it nothing but a smouldering ruin. This wasnt the work of the cat-people raiders, no...something else, much more sadistic and evilthan this had done this, for was not only the town no longer there, each and every resident of the town had been severely mutilated beyond reconigtion, and written in human entrails across the villiage hall was "You will accept your legacy"
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I almost had a psychic girlfriend but she left me before we met.
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