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Ednaguy
Supreme Hero
My water just broke! No, wait.
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posted March 04, 2009 10:29 PM |
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Wow!
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"Edna, there's a special, tiny, tiny place in hell, waiting just for you... "
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xerox
Promising
Undefeatable Hero
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posted March 07, 2009 04:01 PM |
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Edited by xerox at 16:09, 07 Mar 2009.
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I have only wrotten one chapter so far.
I try to write atleast 1-2 hours a day but I always forget it or something comes in the way lol.
I cant bother to translate the whole chapter but here is the BASIC synopis/summary which I base the whole book on. Keep in mind that its FAR from finished and like 80% of this will change and be developed with more events etc.
As I write more sub-plots then the synopis will develop and I will have to edit it. So this is very, very basic and will not be very good.
So this is in no way supposed to be a chapter, just a very basic summary of the book SO FAR. These are just the first things I had in mind for the book.
Its a fantasy book SUPRISE! 
And yeah... the Oracle spire is a bit inspired by Saurons tower but I wanted to give a sense that the Snow Elves observed the whole world and knew alot etc. All names are not decided either.
Sceracion
Twin Wars Trilogy
Book 1: The Northlands
The book begins with a prologue starring two muskox-looking humanoids wandering lost in a frozen landscape, on the roof of the world.
They are of the rather primordial Myxx race, and most males live as hunters. The Myxx hunters gets lost from their tribe in a snowstorm while hunting.
The hunters soon find themself hunted by the large and ferocious Renrif Worgs (its Ulv in swedish, an old norse word for wolf, I didnt know what to translate it o in english. Renrif is an anagram of Fenrir by the way).
The Renrif pack hunt them down and they are forced to fight (I really hate writing fight scenes...) .
They almost die and the elder myxx loses his arm.
Suddenly a light flashes in the background and two Snow Elves appears. One of them Snow Elves is a girl named Zelinde. She is a Mage. The other is called Vylthar.
Vylthar takes care of the worgs while Zelinde tries to heal the Myxx - even though she is not an trained healer.
The Snow Elves are the only civilisiation on the north pole of Sceracion. They know pretty much everything and are the masters of the Ley energies - magic in Sceracion.
In ancient time the Snow Elves built a huge spire (the Oracle Spire) to channel ley energies from a powersource underneath the thick ice.
The Snow Elves got their knowledge and power from it. All Ley-lines transfers to this power source. Many Snow Elves have been consumed by the magic they tried to control and look very twisted.
The two Snow Elves introduce themself as diplomats after they save the Myxx. The Myxx tribes are scattered and waging war on each other. The Snow Elves feel that the Myxx should be saved and are watching their progression carefully. The Oracle Spire works like a lighthouse and has will on its own. It sweeps over the planet gathering informaiton. The oracle spire has created avatars of itself to better communicate with the Snow Elves.
After an powerful eartquake the snow elven Archmagi took control over the Oracle Spire and are able to use it as a weapon of mass destruction.
Zelinde and Vylthar travels through the ley-line (aka Teleports) to the Myxxes tribe. But when they are just starting their diplomatic mission there, Zelinde gets a mental message from the Argons and the Elder Council to come back to the Silver City/Spires (which are not silver, but white) as an even more important mission awaits her.
Zelinde leaves the Myxx for the more important mission.
She goes to the inner circle inside the Oracle Spire, which stretches far underground. There she meets the Council.
One of them is a child, a little girl. She acts like an adult and is one of the most intelligent there.
Zelinde comes while the Council are discussing different things they have seen in the future, including a Prophecy which will affect the fate of the world.
According to the Prophecy a Dark Storm will come to devour the world and a lonely man of humanity while stop it.
However recently the humans are seeming to wage a war on their half-giant cousins to the north.
The Snow Elves think the humans will lose and get exterminated. They want to prevent this because of the Prophecy.
Zelinde is sent together with the little girl and a few guards to the wood elven capital Diraliss in the forests of Sylvar to council with the Wood Elves about the Fate of Humanity.
The Wood and Snow Elves dont like each other. While the Snow Elves revere astral unatural energies the Wood Elves base their powers of nature and the elements.
They are the opposite of each other.
The Wood Elves think that the humans must pay their price for their arrogance and face the consequences on their own.
Zelinde thinks it would be a pity to see such an promising race fall. Although they do not agree at this time, the Snow Elves tells them that they will discuss this further in the near future and that they might decide to aid them in their comming struggle.
This is the prolouge and the first chapter.
As you can see, this was very long because I had completed the chapter (except the last part with the Wood Elves).
The rest of the story should be as long as the summary of the first chapter.
Far to the south of the frozen and forsakened wasteland, the Humans that revere the Sun has a wast Kingdom.
There symbol is a cross on a sun with wings on the sides. They are very religious.
The King is young and tradgic. His name is Lethor. When he was young he saw his parents and family die in front of his own eyes by the Nordar half-giants.
Recently Lethor was out on another holiday with his wife. She was mysteriously assassinated and Lethor blames the Nordar to the north.
Lethor doesnt like the half-giants. The half-giants raid small villages and the humans retailates hard.
Lethor suggests to start a war after his wife was asssassinated and a major city was strongly attacked.
One of Lethors lietuants failed him while defending that major city. Lethor wants to see if the Nordar are preparing for war, but he needs a trustworthy and good scout to travel to the Northlands and get a confirmation on that.
As a punishment the lietuants son, Caelst, is forced to travel to the Northlands and scout there.
Recently a series of murders happened in the human capital city of Aebron. Cael manages to catch the murderer, who is an half Nordar and half human. The murderer calls himself Helmar.
He is sent to a prison in the north, in one of the major cities.
But Cael would not go alone to the Norhtlands. He travels to a monastery and a center of sun worship in the south, on the small peninsula of Millfield.
There the monks and priestesses are training martial arts for a new possible war.
The high abbots daugther will travel with Cael to the Northlands. She will attempt to spread the Kingdoms faith and religion there.
Her name is Aela.
As Aela and Caelst travel through the Kingdom up to the border they encounter many things. While visiting one village, they see a sick dying girl with a poor family.
The family begs Aela to help her. The Sun Worship as a big influence of hope and faith here.
The little girl dies but Aela manages to ressurect her by cleansing and binding back her soul to the body.
Caelst remembers this event for a long time and while they stop in a nearby town, Cael takes Aela to a graveyard.
Cael rushes to the gravestone of this mother and asks Aela to ressurect her too. Caels mother died when he was very young and he loved her a lot.
Aela says that the body is old and that his mother has already moved on to the bright "Other Side" (which is not so bright as revealed in the second book when the Worship of Darkness is introducted).
Its very dramatic and Cael cries like a baby.
At the northern most city the two humans meet yet another companion. The serial killer Helmar is familiar with the way to the Nordar capital of Hiemgard.
He has sworn an command word to never hurt Aela and Cael. He will guide through the Norhtlands.
During their time in the ancient forests of the Northlands there are many adventures and Aela fails in spreading religion there, instead she is treated as witch and the group are set in a prison in one of the villages.
But they manage to flee from a sure death when a Snow Elf saves them. Her name is Zelinde from the prologue.
Zelinde quickly gets in conflict with Aela, saying that her people is blind to worship an illusion.
Through her travels, Aela starts to doubt her faith because of all the cruelty she sees and gets in love with Caelst. But Cael also has feelings for the beautiful Snow Elf and its a bit dramatic.
Zelinde tells them that the Priests powers doesnt come from the sun goddess Enaria, but from the Ley lines which shapes the world.
She also tells them of the real reason of the war and that war is part of the human psyhology.
Zelinde reveals that the Snow Elves might decide to help the humans in the near future, but after that the humans would be forced to elect a new leader. Perhaps not a king, but something more democratic although that would probably not work.
Zelinde has to leave shortly because of political discussions back in the Silver City. There is a chapter about this.
As they come closer to Hiemgard they see the Nordar army asembling. Both Aela and Cael now understand that the humans will indeed be crushed. Understanding that trying to talk to the Nordar king would be suicide, they try to flee but they get captured by the Nordar.
Helmar saves them but they agree on that Helmar will pretend that they are his prisoners and go to Hiemgard. There is no return. Helmar takes them to the King... and betrays them.
Back in the Kingdom, Lethor is preparing for a huge battle on the northern front. The Nordar will attack the major city in the north. The humans are losing but before the battle Zelinde particated in political discussions on to help them or not.
They observe the battle. The descion is not clear yet.
At the end of the battle an small force of Snow Elves and a huge "spaceship" made of white stone and powered by Ley energies warps into the battlefield.
The "spaceship" looks kind of like the Protoss carrier from Starcraft.
The Snow Elves save the day, but victory is not completly clear. Lethor kills the Warlord that killed his familiy.
The book ends with Lethor discussing with Zelinde and the Snow Elves. The Snow Elves will teach the humans true magic to aid them against the Nordar.
But far to the east in an ancient forest someone is also carefully obeserving the war which he was successful to start - all to break the Prophecy...
Next book will feature a civil war and has no name yet. Either way, the Humans learn shadow magic and there is war between Priests and Mages. The Kingdom is splitted in half and the focus is not on the Nordar but the civil war (thats why the triology is called the "Twin Wars") which tears the nation apart.
And dont say I ripped off LOTR or Eragon. Its not similar. Some things I have stolen. The Wood Elf capital is a giant tree. The northern major city looks like a mini Minas Tirith + Haven town hybrid and the Oracle Spire is like 25% based on Saurons spire.
The only thing I almost totally got from other sources was the concept of the Oracle spire.
Its Sauron (25%)+ Disneys Atlantis movie (50%) + Warcrafts ley-lines plus Nexuses (25%)
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Over himself, over his own
body and
mind, the individual is
sovereign.
- John Stuart Mill
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phoenixreborn
Promising
Legendary Hero
Unicorn
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posted March 08, 2009 04:10 PM |
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Thank you for participating Xerox. Does anyone have responses to any of the poems/stories that have been posted?
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Bask in the light of my glorious shining unicorn.
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kipshasz
Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
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posted March 09, 2009 10:30 AM |
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A short poem i wrote a couple of years ago, when i was dying of boredom during a lecture.
<lithuanian version>
Atsikeliu is ryto skaudancia galva,
Sveikatai pataisyt kalu alaus stikline
Praplaunu veida drebancia ranka
Ir i mokykla vel tempiu kuprine
<english translation>
I wake up in the morning, aching in my head
I drink a beer, hope to fix my health
I wash my face with a shaky hand
And drag my backpack to the school again
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"Kip is the Gavin McInnes of HC" - Salamandre
"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior
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DagothGares
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
No gods or kings
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posted March 15, 2009 07:42 PM |
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Something I once started...
Also, I'd be interested in what xerox did, but he gave a synopsis, rather than a story, which I would write and criticise.
About the song: it's a bit cheesy, but I just put down here what a young, foolish romancer would put... yay, character and self-identification!
The swift cloak ploughed through the snow, through the harsh cutting wind and through the pelting snow to finally reach the only establishment in sight. It was a sturdy oak structure, with a brick foundation. The robed figure pounded the heavy door with his fist, hoping he’d be heard through the thick wood and the howling wind. While he was leaning against the door, a small silver cross dangled from his neck against his chest. The cloak shook his head slowly, as a big rumble was heard behind the door. It was being unbarred! The man stumbled inside as the door was closed abruptly behind him. The establishment was an inn apparently. The figure lifted his hood and revealed a blaze of fiery red hair. It was obvious he wasn’t from around these parts. The waitress approached the figure carefully. “Do you need something, ser?” She asked politely. The figure gave a very generous smile as he shook of the snow from his mantle. “Why, yes, yes, I do. Give me some of the fine brandy I heard about when I was travelling across the border.” He said grinning. He looked around and saw that the inn was nearly deserted. No surprise, considering the time of year, he thought to himself and went to sit close to the fireplace that was a requirement, if you wanted to keep this place running. He sat down on a wooden chair and closed his eyes to rest up a bit and thaw out.
When he opened his eyes, a sturdy tankard was already placed in front of him. The man didn’t pay much attention to it, as he heard a few fading notes being played on the viola…
He turned around and looked at a man who was dressed in a very light fashion, considering the weather. He wondered where he had heard the song from before. “Excuse me, good man, could you play that song again?” he asked as politely as possible. The man tipped his fine hat and played the viola gently, caressing every note tenderly, before he attacked the song with great vigor, going up and down quickly, striking a strange, energizing tone. Suddenly, the man with the red hair lifted his hand to stop the song. “I’m sorry, but isn’t there supposed to be some text along with it?” he asked in his typical Western accent. The man with the hat smiled and replied: “Yes, but I’ll charge you for that… I am a musician, you know.” The stranger let out a roaring, infectious laughter. The bard smiled uncomfortably, feeling as if he said that it’s cold outside. “But of course!”, the man said. He pulled his hands through his wet hair and dug a silver piece out of his brown pocket and tossed it in the bard’s general direction. The bard picked it up and assumed his natural position to play the viola.
The light-brown instrument was pressed against his neck. He softly stroked the remarkable instrument. There was a strange imprint on the side and the surface, resembling vines crawling up. The stranger glanced at it, but was interested in what the song resembled. “Maybe some of us dun’ wanna hear ‘em weird tones, aye?” A drunk shouted. The bard put down the viola and nodded. “Well, can’t argue with that logic.” He smiled. The stranger frowned and turned to the waitress “Give them one on me, please.”, he smiled his strange smile and put a few coppers in her hands as a tip. The bard got the hint and attacked the song vigorously, until he slowly descend in low, warm tones. He slowed down and finally sang:
Demons and fiends haunt the night
As they creep horribly near
And they give my spirit a fright
As my courage sinks with fear
Now, listen, my lady
Now, listen, dear lady
You charm and you grace me
Would you listen, my lady?
Can I be your lord?
Your voice and your touch
They drive me so crazy
I love it too much
Now, listen, my Lady.
Can I be your Lord?
He abruptly stopped. “This is about as far as I’ve gone. It needs more work.” He said in an apologizing tone. The man didn’t react to what he said, since he was sitting there with his eyes closed. He tapped with his fingers as he heard the symphony continue in his head.
“This sounds like one of the elfen romance songs.” He said.
“That’s because it is! The ‘Hurai Mana’!”, the bard added quickly with a smile on his face.
“I am just creating my own song with the same tones and melody.”
The stranger nodded and smiled after a while. “So I actually met a learned man in the barbaric norths?” he asked.
The bard shook his head. “Not exactly…” He said.
“You’re a traveler, then? You travelled to the elfen lands?”, the stranger asked with a piercing gaze.
“Yes.” He said with a mischievous smile.
The stranger looked at him with a mocking smile. “So, you’re well-travelled, then?” He continued. “I suppose.” The bard said.
The stranger looked pensively for a few moments. The bard started to feel uneasy and put the viola back in a finely decorated chest where it was safe against the harsh climate and it gave him something to do, other than stare at the focused eyes of the red-haired stranger. The burgundy eyes flickered for a moment when the stranger in the brown robes came to a conclusion. “how would you like to be my guide through these lands? Say… thirty-five silvers per day?” he asked. The bard’s eyes widened a bit, but it took him only a few seconds to nod and reply: “Yes, I would like to do just that.” The stranger and the bard shook hands. “I am Martin.” The stranger said with a great smile. “Name’s Robert.” The bard answered. And that’s how Robert, the wandering bard, and Martin, the Pilgrim, met. They agreed to wait until sunrise, before they head of in the vast, cold wastelands of the North.
The next morning, the two of them set out on their journey. Neither of them spoke much, except for the occasional remark about the weather or the route they were taking.
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If you have any more questions, go to Dagoth Cares.
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phoenixreborn
Promising
Legendary Hero
Unicorn
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posted March 19, 2009 02:46 AM |
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Excellent start Dagoth. A nice fantasy feel, a nice opening sketch of the characters. I'd be interested of there is more. By the way are you good at music too?
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Bask in the light of my glorious shining unicorn.
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DagothGares
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
No gods or kings
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posted March 19, 2009 08:00 AM |
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I horribly horribly suck at that, but am taking lessons... If it doesn't work out... Then this story will be considered practice... 
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If you have any more questions, go to Dagoth Cares.
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DagothGares
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
No gods or kings
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posted May 14, 2009 09:38 PM |
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I try something out, it resembles expressionist art a lot.
Rain
Little drops brush past my face
Thunder claps loudly in the skies
Lead coat through rain and wind
Pulling, blinding, suffocating me
Darkness envelops the skies
No one out there, lonesome
Strange comforting, dripping
Tingling sensation in the collar
The neck, the chest, the legs
Drenched by waves of calm
Pleasant drizzling, tickling
The skies are roaring.
Stay here with me...
EDIT: Still experimenting...
Boo
Boo,
I love you
Don’t tell
Anyone
Not even you
I don’t want
You to know
Then we’d both
Know and then
You’d hurt me
And I…
But you…
Boo!
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If you have any more questions, go to Dagoth Cares.
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Cepheus
Honorable
Legendary Hero
Far-flung Keeper
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posted May 14, 2009 09:50 PM |
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Quote:
Sceracion
Plagarism!!! 
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xerox
Promising
Undefeatable Hero
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posted May 14, 2009 10:28 PM |
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You said it was okey ages ago
From the begining it was called Eracion but it sounded like Eraze
So Sceracion it became.
And the main continent is called Aevlon anyway (after Avalon).
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Over himself, over his own
body and
mind, the individual is
sovereign.
- John Stuart Mill
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Cepheus
Honorable
Legendary Hero
Far-flung Keeper
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posted May 14, 2009 10:30 PM |
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I was clearly joking, it is okey by me. I like it.
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xerox
Promising
Undefeatable Hero
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posted May 14, 2009 10:34 PM |
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Also I stole your Snow Elves
Meh, that was just because they are so underused and High Elves are in every single fantasy universe.
Although I still have Wood Elves living in Sylvar and Diraliss...
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Over himself, over his own
body and
mind, the individual is
sovereign.
- John Stuart Mill
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RedSoxFan3
Admirable
Legendary Hero
Fan of Red Sox
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posted May 15, 2009 09:34 AM |
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Here's a poem I wrote in Creative Writing class a few years ago.
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Go Red Sox!
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