The New Dragon Space!!!!: Blog

feb 4/5

Tue, 05 Feb 2008 03:37:31 GMT

http://earthsong.myminicity.com - 35th place in Canada, 1873 pop. 30x30 field,
http://questionable.myminicity.com/ind - 1205 place 80 pop 10x10 field, all houses needs industry
http://lone-dragons.myminicity.com - 1080 place 86 pop 10x10 field, one lake, one mansion, one apartment.
http://divergence.myminicity.com - 784 place 105 pop 10x10 field two apartment building, one shack?, one industry looking building.
http://ponting-tree.myminicity.com - 4740 place 20 pop 6x6 field all houses
http://thiefville.myminicity.com - 18115 place in USA 22 pop 6x6 field one apartment building

feb 3/4

Mon, 04 Feb 2008 02:41:25 GMT

http://earthsong.myminicity.com - 36th place in Canada, 1814 pop. 30x30 field,
http://questionable.myminicity.com/ind - 1359 place 74 pop 8x8 field, all houses needs industry
http://lone-dragons.myminicity.com - 1912 place 60 pop 8x8 field, one lake, one mansion
http://divergence.myminicity.com - 1033 place 87 pop 10x10 field one apartment building, one shack?
http://ponting-tree.myminicity.com - 5091 place 17 pop 6x6 field all houses
http://thiefville.myminicity.com - 18842 place in USA 20 pop 6x6 field one apartment building

day 2

Fri, 01 Feb 2008 18:27:14 GMT

http://earthsong.myminicity.com - 36th place in Canada, 1704 pop. 30x30 field,
http://questionable.myminicity.com/ind - 2072 place 55 pop 8x8 field, all houses needs industry
http://lone-dragons.myminicity.com - 6069 place 11 pop 6x6 field, one lake
http://divergence.myminicity.com - 3096 place 34 pop one apartment building
http://ponting-tree.myminicity.com - 7352 place 7 pop
http://thiefville.myminicity.com - 24176 place in USA 11 pop one apartment building

myminicity stats.

Fri, 01 Feb 2008 03:25:25 GMT

well I've started a game called my mini city and it's fun to watch the city slowly grow and i thought id put daily or close to daily info on my and a few friends cities

http://earthsong.myminicity.com - 36th place in Canada, 1662 pop. 30x30 field,
http://questionable.myminicity.com - 2647 place 42 pop 8x8 field, all houses.
http://lone-dragons.myminicity.com - 6267 place 10 pop 6x6 field, one lake
http://divergence.myminicity.com - 4321 place 21 pop
http://ponting-tree.myminicity.com - 9038 place 4 pop
http://thiefville.myminicity.com 24176 place in USA 11 pop one apartment building

part4

Fri, 02 Nov 2007 14:59:38 GMT

Walking into the kitchen Valla hid a small smile as she stole a small tidbit from under the head cooks nose. "Hello pestin. How goes the preperations for the feast?"

"Not as well as i would of liked but not as bad that we won't be finished on time that is if i am able to keep working." said the slightly overweight pestin. "Now get out of the way or ill make into the roast."

Quickly running out of the kitchen for the clear red eyes of pestin didn't show any glee in that statement Valla ran straight into her fathers back.

"Who dares... Oh valla what are you doing about the halls You are to be with garth are you not?" asked the family patriarch in his deep voice. Leaning down to pick up the girl, his brow lowered in a slight sebreence of anoiyence. Placeing Valla back on her feet Domonic waited for her answer, his brow lowering every second.

"Father I was coming back from the market place with Garth but he had our duties to take care of before tonight of course so he thought it best I come back," valla lied as she keep her head down in all due respect to her fathers known wrath. Of course ill go to my room to get ready for i would never want to have anothing happen because of my ill preparness."

Raising his left eye brow and tilting his head slightly at the outrush of words and the odd way of speaking He could only guess one thing. "daughter just go before anything else happens." Turning his back and walking deeper into the house, his wings brushing the floor and ceiling, Valla could only escape fast enough once she was out of earshot.

Casting her cloak onto the bedside table Valla walked across her chambers to the window. Being underground this was an odd feature in of itself but having father being high in rank in the dark court his house was not a mer cave but a acual building in a large cavern houses some of the more wealthy aristicrates. Brushing her drying hair from her face and sitting upon her window seat valla stares into the void beyond.

The world below, a world made by demons for demons. The sounds of digging, sounds of screaming, the soft sigh of heated gas coming from the lava tubes below caressing past her ruby lips. blackness was all and the only thing keeping it at bay were the nearly insignificate fires here and there, pale light showing a cavern the size even she couldn't guess. each fire a glare upon the momuments to demon kind. Rasha the great first of there kind, enlightend scolar and king of all the world below if only before his brother murderd him. balin the tempter, so called for her had an almost supernatural ability to tempt people to his bidding without then knowing why. Balin had suduced rasha's first wife and had her carry the poison to her dining table. Both were dead within moments, rasha from food posioning and alukra killed by the house guards leaving the kingdom in the hands of a spoiled sacrafont. That the kingdom that Valla lived in was named after the brother and not the first king was no acident but that the kingdom was split into dozens of quizi-military groups after only days of balins reighn began wasn't Those loyal to Rasha Launched a coup in near hours after there kings death.

Demon a word used by a unknown race before writtin word came to the world below having images of a creature who would keep balence for all time. Rasha's First goal was to create a world where all was perfect and that the world below whould be forever. Balin never the brightest didn't have any thoughts of this and used power for powers sake, Twisting the world below into a mixmatch of higher and lower classes, winged red skined demons of high class, the more shaggy animalist demons lower and therefore servants by proxy. Valla having a demon father of the high class and a human mother from the world above fit neither and was outcast.

Wiping a tear from her cheek Valla breathed deeply, casting ehr moping mood from herself and quickly changed into her deep red cloak. mere minutes from her brothers adulthood Valla had hoped to see him and try to reconcile after thier argument but no sound came from behind his doorway and the enternce was blocked.

RITE OF PASSAGE, RITE OF DEATH

"Ladies and felow breathern of balin I welcome you upon this glorous night and thank you for coming to my sons rite of adulthood." Spoke Sir Dominic from his place at the head table, "I for one am happy for ever since my sons birth I had hoped he would one day become a demon of good manners and good looks." Looking to his son and smirk. "I have onyl hope one day he sucseeds in the second." Laughter erupted from the croud, All knowing Sir Dominic to have a slightly odd sense of humour, and if some of the laughter was forced well it was ahrd to tell. "now everyone please enjoy yourselfs to the roast troffles and sweet peat moss but please don't gorge yourselfs for we have the main course in an hour after the ceromony."

Clapping followed the anouncment and many people split off to talk with others or see what other decicases there were. It was a large event though so many people intermixed, listening to remours of the latest raids of the bright world, increases or decrease of favor among the leaders of all balin or even the few reports of sister states. All being common when many demons were in one area at one time.

part 3 (now typing in word so that comp doesn't crash.

Thu, 01 Nov 2007 21:31:45 GMT

Breathing slowly as she crossed the brightly lit waters flipping upon her back with a single shift of her shoulders Valla laughed at the caves ceiling. today of all days to get on her brothers bad side. it wouldn't be to long before the waking hours would be over and her brother would complete his rite of adulthood. Treading water near the cooler center of the underground lake Valla shook her deep red hair from her eyes. another thing she truely hated about her birth mother. all demons have black hair, that is all except her just another thing that pushed her into the freakish section of her world below. Noticing her brooding wouldn't help anything Valla swam back towards the bank, towards the clothes that as a halfling she had to wear so as not arose the more unforgiving nature of her fathers circle. layers upon layers of skirt to cover the fact she didn't have hooves, a clook to cover her ugly hair and the short laughable excuse for horns. covering up finally Valla looked back upon the bright waters and whispered "goodbye friends" for really only the fishes seemed to enjoy her company.

Upon her return to the housing district Valla crouched slightly to give the inpression of a full blooded demon to anyone who passed andeven if no one said a word she knew in the deepness of her heart they knew who she was.

"Did you hear that sir dominics child is passing his test in mer hours?" whispered a tall graceful noble. her Deep red skin bared to all to see to just past her shoulders with her long trailing black hair showering down her back showing her as one in high ranks. Valla Quickly bowed her head in abject fear of discovery, her cloaks hood covering her head all the more.

"Of course everyone will be there who has any taste for his child is a very eligable bachlor and once he passes the test will be free to pick his wife." said another lady of the high courts, the gleem in her eye making Valla nearly nausous.

"Oh jasmean you evil woman. you are 215 years his senior why are you even trying to get his attention?" asked the first woman her laughter sickeningly sweet.

"Well I for one..." the voices finally far enough away not to be overhered Valla took a deep breath in order not to gag. Her brother with that woman "Ick," gaged Valla as she continued up the street to her father's abode, the afor menstioned sir dominic.

Pausing before her fathers door Valla Pushed back her cloak and regarded the two senties gaurding the gate. "Joli, ardon I hope you have had a enjoyable guarding experence?" Two two demon males breathed out deeply with the concentration not to sneer at the pale grub of a lady and then possable death by her fathers hand. Valla smirked as she walked beyond the guard her steps echoing upon the deep red crystals, highly prized for there near blood like color. One of the few things Valla could do to get back at the fates was bug the gate guardmen for they wouldn't dare move a muscle to hurt her by her fathers decree.

Into the garden Valla walked being careful to to damage the fragile crystal tree and bushes making up her fathers current fashion craz. In an hour guests would arive, both noble and servant to possibly the years most awaited celebration. It would be 5 years before another noble male would reach the age of calling and so anyone who was anyone in the high ranks came to show there happiness at garth's adulthood and also to see who garth would take as a wife. would it be a noble woman who would elevate the households posion in the dark court or would it be a lady, of less refined tastes, that would serve garth's every desire. mate's were not always life long due to the longtivity of the demon race but more like chess pieces each one having it's uses but then might be sacrificed if in the position to gain something better in the bargin. Valla herself wouldn't be mated with any demon male, let alone a noble. a cross breed of unknown fertility was at best a plesure slave at worst a sacrifice to a demon god, the only thing keeping her safe her fathers odd relucklence to be rid of her.

Her brother of course being the older, male, full breed, and if the remors were true handsome was fathers favourite. Garth normally flounted this daily but today was different today was the first time he had openly been hostile. Rubbing her shoulder valla had to remind herself of his sometimes short fused temper but open anger at her was highly startling.

She of course would be at the gathering but not at sir domonics table with her brotehr, father, and stepmother. she was to be a servant like always. servants wore cloaks for they were not to be seen nore heard at these ocasions a small blessing to her for that ment she would not be teased or taunted in her familys preence something that had happend in the past.

adding it in chucks becuase of computer crashes.

Thu, 01 Nov 2007 16:16:32 GMT

"I don't think i'll ever understand," Valla sighed. "Tonight is just like tomorrow just like yesterday nothing changes in Balin that hasn't happened before." Valla looked across the dark lake and saw the soft glow of hundreds of lumnesent fish shining across the cave roof. This was her most favorite place in all of the world below. breathing deeply for she knew this would be an argument she looked upon her brother. "Why is today the day this ritural has to comence? your only a few weeks past your 17th birthday, our people live for thousand of years you have so much more to learn dear brother. You know more then I in every accpect but even I know the calling is dangerous."

"What you think I'm not ready?" garth spat. Waving his arms in anoyience. "When the dreams come it is a time of celebration. Yet you sit there saying I shouldn't? Every male and female of our people go through the calling of fire. It is the one and only rite one must finish to be called adult. and yet you say i should be a child for ever?

"No brother you misunderstand, it is only that i worry. you may be older then I but you know you are very rash. You may be hurt. Many have died in the rite and I do not wish you that fate." Valla looked upon her brother and tried to show him reason. "Many adults call fire every day. To light fires, to cook meat. it is a normal thing to do after the first time but that first time is filled with so much expectation that many don't concentrate and end up dead.

"Don't patrinise me little sister. your calling is little over a month away, I bet this is only so you can beat me, if I were to not call fire untill after you, then you would always be the better child of our father."

"Garth! no, I would never do such a thing. IT is only that i worry that we are the only childred of the age of calling. if you were to die I would be...."

"Alone is that what you were going to say? Weak, blind Valla doesn't want to be alone hmm?" Garth turned suddenly and advanced upon the prone woman. "Always so weak, Always crawling upon the tunnels. I had hoped your will would be strong that your disabilities would cause you to grow a tough hide but every day you crawl and you cry. Every day i bring you through the tunnels hoping you would show some shread of our blood. You don't even have fangs but flat dull teeth like Them."

"Brother What are you saying?" Valla gasped leaning back upon the cave floor the rock cutting into her back. "I would never try anything to show you disfavor of our father. You are his son, his heir, I am only a female. Yous one of the most strongest Males of our people I just worry that we shouldn't rush."

Looking down at his sister Garth could feel the instinct in his blood, Her blood wasn't true. of sound of her blood was a discourse of alertanating sounds never in harmony. "Your weak just like your mother."

"My mother has nothing to do with this. this is about you and your life being snuffed out in a blaze of fire. Valla looked away from her brother and looked back across the lake. He wouldn't try something tonight not with all eyes upon his rite of passage in only a few short turnings. She bit her lip once more causing her tears away so not to look even more weak in front of her brother but oh did it hurt. He was her idol. Why couldn't he see past the surface of her pale skin see past her half blind eyes and she her for herself a Demon in her own right.

"See you at home this place is to bright," said Garth as he turned and stalked away his hooves smashing against the delicate crystal floor towards the enterence.

Closing her eyes Valla silently wept, tears long held back coursing down her cheeks. She was a freak of nature Something that shouldn't even of been able to be born. A half breed. Sneering at her 'hands' seeign how they barely were sharp enough to make her own tunnels. The rock and crystal Always cutting into her skin. Never a problem for others of her kind, they had real claws sharp enough to tunnel thier own houses in the living rock. Closing her eyes again she finally got her thoughts under control. Why did Garth have to bring up her mother, It was the last thing she wanted to talk about and he damn well knew it. I Just know he used it so he wouldn't have to talk about his worries of the calling of fire. "You aren't the only one who has fears Garth!" Calming herself again she raised herself off the charp ground and walked towards slight mound near the waters edge. Untieing her cloak from around her shoulders she places the light material upon the mound and procedded to undo her layers of clothing. Getting slightly frustrated with a knoted string she finally cut it with her nails and smiled. well I guess they have some uses. Laying her nultiple layers of fabric down she looked upon the lake with a wide grin. Of all the demon race she was the only one who could swim. Running down into the waveless water scaring untold hundreds of fish Valla finally relaxed. Mussing to herself as she slowly stroked her arms through the water, barely making a ripple as she dived countless times into the cool light filled waters.

to see the sun take two (computer crash i hate you soooo)

Thu, 01 Nov 2007 14:26:41 GMT

sunless skies.

deep in the hills of the north lays a mountain. a mountain so tall and wide that its peak reathches into the clouds. upon that mountain lays a cave. no matter the time of day no light crosses the entence to this hollow. if a man were to glace upon it his eyes would suddenly move to the sky or the snow under his feet no matter his force of will, and no matter how ahrd he tried his eyes would never look upon it again for the darkness in the cave was alive.beyond the darness lay a new world, a world below. the size of the world below was highly abstract with tunnels intertwining, secret passages, and lost passages in the thousands. miles and miles of crystal tunnels, acres of moss covered grottos, and unknown amounts of lava tubes.

"Valla we're going to be late for the opening of the market if you don't hurry up". said the elder as he ran through the tunnels ahead of his sister. his head tilted to the side smirking.

"Very well garth but let us remember that it was you who is the reason for our tardyness today," said valla. slowly walking upon the ground each step puposfully past the next, her hands upon the walls finding her way.

Garth slowed then stoped upon the next raise and looked back watching the slow progress of his sister. "Yes that may be but i will not be the one in trouble now will I?"

Valla bit down upon her lower lip drawing a drip of blood into her mouth. he was right of course, his being fathers favourite. "We are almost there just one more raise and we'll be upon the market square."

Garth raised an his brow for a moment wondering how she new this for they have been jouneying for hours around the world below and tilted his head, yes there was the sound of others up ahead, how ahd she known.. "valla...."

"Moving past her brother, shoving him goodnaturely as she past, valla shook her head knowing what he was about to askand stopping him mid setence. she may be nearly blind in the darkness but that didn't mean she couldn't see the faint outlines ahead of her couldn't hear the noises a thousnad times better then her brothe, counldn't smell the leathery scent of her breathern up ahead.

"we have arived"

A jumble of rock houses and rocky mounds held the market square. IT wasn't even a square percisly more a oblong circle taking the outer walls of the cave into fact and using every inch of space for it's use. Filled almost to overflowing the stalls and mounds were cramed with mushroom sellers, luminesent fishmen and most prized of all the moss growers. Walking down into the throng of bodies Valla had a slight shiver cross her neck, so much heat and so much noise in one place.

Garth drabed her upper arm a little to forcefully draging her along at a faster pace. He had not expected so many people tp show for the moss harvest and wanted his fair share now. Valla followed as fast as she could, the edges of stalls scraping upon her shoulders and sides the cave's uneven survace causing ehr to trip and force herself to speed up to not cause her brothers anoyence only causing ehr to trip once more.

"Ah garth it's so nice to see you," said a moss grower top there right. "I was worried you were to be late again for my produce is nearly all gone."

Garths hand tightened upon his sister for a moment causes a faint bruse to devolop. "no need to worry falkens For I is here and ready to buy some of your Fontinalis antipyretica for our fire display this evening. You do have some?"Garth pondard the tension upon his muscles slowly raising.

"Yes of course it's a fairly common moss," falkens said quickly else he get on the young mans bad side. Smiling slightly to try to calm garths scorn he grabed the correct bin filled with the absorbant moss and held it out. "this seasons harvast was a great sucess just look how thick is it." waiting patiently as garth poked and proded the moss falkens looked upon the other in the group. 'a waste' truely was the only word for her. her skin pale, no sign of any real claws, and if the remours were true her eyes barely usable. "should of been killed when it was born," falkens whispeard under its breath then looked back at his customer smiling once more.

"twenty-six inches square should be enough," garth mussed already thinking about the evening ahead.

poem from a boo boo bear.

Thu, 04 Oct 2007 03:20:19 GMT

It is true you call me boo boo bear,

im hugable squessable and kissable.

i hold you in the deep night,

for thats what i do as your boo boo bear.

you smile and smirk even when you poke,

you tease and laugh even in the bath.

holding hands as we walk on the path,

kissing and holding through the forest.

we chase shadows and step on cracks,

we even spend hundreds on snacks.

holding you close when we are sad,

holding closer when we feel mad.

we are together once and for all,

you and me the boo boo bear.

It's good to give.

Tue, 02 Oct 2007 20:35:18 GMT

Wll I dont feel like I did something stupid so thats a good thing Now all i have to do is figure out is how im going to include all these wacky dares into my story. then again my site is the wacky dragon site so.. ya me.

anyone viewing this site from lloydminster canada?

to the people who come from nanowrimo.

Tue, 02 Oct 2007 07:44:55 GMT

Today i came to think that all was lost. I was tired, sick and have no job to speak of. I feel like i've let the human race down as it were and I'm sorry for that but I have come into some money.. and I think it is a good idea to help something bigger then myself. Today i'll be giving $1000 to the website and i hope, maybe, that while doing this ill meet my humanity again. I wonder what ill feel that split second after I click send on the donating page. if chris reads this "you better use my money wisely!" lol

oh and mom, dad if you read this dont yell at me for wasting $1000 because i dont feel like i have.

Dear Jess,

Sun, 02 Sep 2007 11:33:23 GMT

I had once read that it is good for a novelist to remain light in tone while writing. as such if you cant be light then it is well to be an unreliable narrator. It worked well for Agatha Christie and Dean Koontz. I dont feel that i can be one of those mysterous people. They are as they say in the big leagues while I still haven't hit a single ball or even walked up to the plate as of yet in little leagues. Don't be fooled in my sad witisms or my "going out for a walk".

slight head cold.

Thu, 16 Aug 2007 20:33:17 GMT

well lots of things have happened lately. biggest is that i meet a lovely lady named jess and i think things are going well for us being a couple :)

also im now working and everything is back to at least half normal.

oh and i've desided(with help from jess) to start writing again. oh boy this should be fun lol.

well have a good day yall with i try to get better

whats in a story?

Sun, 15 Apr 2007 10:47:31 GMT

Every person has a story to tell. be it a slice of life, romance, cartoon, comedic,drama, or anything really. so many formats, so many ideas, where to start.

I once thought that "a search for my fathers sword" would be it. it had a plot it had people. deep people full of life. but naw it wasn't my story it was a fanfiction from a video game.

Is there really anything unique in ther world anymore? so many tales, so many stories of high stakes and high losses. heck even half this little write up is quotes from bad movies i've seen over the years.

what can i do thats different?

I dont think i have a single original thought in my head.

What's my story?

later but still the 12th.

Fri, 13 Apr 2007 02:20:16 GMT

ill add more ina bit playing c and c red alart.

April 12 5:09 AM

Thu, 12 Apr 2007 09:45:13 GMT

I't already 3 AM my time 5 AM my parents time O.o ...

I guess what is bothering me is I'm living in a town and i dont know really anyone. I call people leave messages and well nothing. nocall back nothing. Am I really alone? Well I do have a good friend but she lives three hours away and the rest of my friends are either in ontario or british columbia.

Im starting a new job on Monday. should be interesting. I now will count things for a living. O.o

Every couple months I write a little thing on this blog space thingy and every time i think ill do it more often then forget about it for another three months...

I dont know if its worth the effort. Living i mean. Dont get me wrong. I like firefighting. I like breathing. I like reading. I like life. but what is the point?

like they have a computer counting the beer at the store why do they need me to recheck it ... sounds like a wasted position.

Like know im in a job that sells beer to people.. some maybe minors who dont understand that drinking can be harmful... do you really want to wake up and have a guy girl beside you naked that you never met ...

I'm so totally blabing on. one thing to another. Will I get on that fateful fire truck, get to the fire get the SCBA on and then once im in be calm enough to raise my mask off and breath in that black smoke and die at the drop of a hat? more then likely no i wont. ill probably be having to much fun putting the fire out.

Dont worry ladies and gents i dont plan and killing my self that way but well it is floating around in my head.. its floating in most peoples heads i think.. just some see it more often then others.

im being so emo lol

oct 1st

Mon, 02 Oct 2006 03:32:03 GMT

it seems my msn space has changed without my consent. that bites. well ill spend a few days hopefully cleaning it up a bit and im going to rewrite my story. seems a feqw poeple think the begining sucked. well talk to you all later.

april 15 8:54pm

Sun, 16 Apr 2006 00:56:30 GMT

I got eggs. Well these mini picture eggs which on may 1st should hatch :D

the job i thought i would have.. didn't go though. im kinda worried now :(

im bored today. i want to write.. but i have yet that feeling of ok lets write. soon.. soon.

april 4th 2006

Tue, 04 Apr 2006 06:31:05 GMT

its been a few months since i even came to this site. sorry all about that. i wonder if anyone even reads this. it being just my wild ideas for story's and stuff. anyways i just lost my job, and im single and it sucks. but im on track to getting a better job and you never know what might happen in the future.

jan 14th wow

Sun, 15 Jan 2006 02:34:22 GMT

wow its hard to do this every day.. or even every month.

so work is still work... slow and getting worse by the day. inventory augh.

so whats yall?

work

Fri, 11 Nov 2005 21:11:29 GMT

oh the boss is away and im using the company computer hehe.

anyways im very tired so i think ill just go home at the end of shift and sleep. its friday!

a search for my fathers sword part 5

Thu, 10 Nov 2005 02:25:11 GMT

“I knew you could do it,” Blink yelled as she bull dozed Lone into the ground.

“Hey, you were the one who said it was going to be easy.” Robert pushed Blink off of him and stood up wiping the mud from the ground from his clothes. “I have a feeling you’re not telling me something.”

“No…,” Blink could barely contain her excitement for Lone had done something she never thought he could without her help. He won and without a scratch on him too. As Blink stood still trying to seem calm her wings had other plans and were flipping back and forth behind her like a cat’s tail. Blink noticing this clamped down her wings against her back and started walking to the next sign post.

Shaking his head Robert started walking after Blink until they ended at the sign.

Stage 2!
All who pass this point shall be healed of prior injury and given one minute to prepare.
Please note bystanders that this is the last area where bystanders are allowed.

“But I wasn’t hurt,” Robert said looking over at the healer.

“You should be happy most demons don’t make it this far,” blink said while trying to act calm, “And most who do are injured in one way or another.

“So that’s what you were keeping from me hmm?”

“So?”

Smiling Robert walked past the sign and suddenly felt like he was walking through water. A feeling of calm and relaxation seemed to cover his body as he walked further. Just as suddenly the feeling stopped and Robert stood feeling refreshed like he had not just fought one of the hardest matches he had ever done in his life.

Looking back at Blink Robert noticed she was almost bathed in black light. Frowning he tried to reach out to her but felt his hand burn so snatched it back. Blink on the other hand was smiling when she was through her ‘healing’ process and looked happy, that is till she saw Lone’s hand. “Oh sorry, Blink said as she looked at Lone’s hand, “yeah you must not touch the darkness ok demons are healed differently then humans. To you a demons power is dangerous just like to me your healing process is also painful.

Feeling his hand slowly lose the pain because it was only a bare touch and not a direct attack it felt better quickly, Robert looked around wondering what was next. “So do you know who I fight next?”

“No idea but it should be one of two things, one another more harder opponent or two a totally different style of foe to train you in other types of attack and defense.”

“Makes sense,” Robert said as he pulled out his sword and motioned Blink to the edge of the field. “I hope I’ll be ready.”

You will be, Blink thought as she looked around the second field. It was different then the first in only a few ways. It was larger by about 50 percent. Instead of yellow flowers in was blue violets that circle the second training field which of course was encircled by the meadow as far as he could see. As he looked he noted the third post but before he could start walking towards it an arrow shot out and landed three inches from his feet.

“I didn’t miss because I wasn’t aiming at you and if you don’t start watching out for your self the next one will be in your hide!”

Breathing out the air he had gasped in Robert brought his sword to his front and looked towards the voice. In front of him stood a Pumpkin headed scarecrow. In it’s ‘hands’ was a bow and a pack on its back held another dozen arrows. Before it could grab for another arrow Robert planed on attacking.

“No, no, no,” said the Pumpkin as he stood and let Robert crash straight threw him. That is a shadow. “You think I would let myself be here alone against a sword warrior? Are you crazy? Here is where you will lean to evade attacks. Now I have one dozen arrows. Each arrow you will have to evade or at least survive. If you are hit you will lose a potion of your life. First hit equals a eighth, second hit combines the two poisons…, oh yes before I forget each arrow is poison tipped, so as I was saying the second combines with the first and steals a three-eighths of your life in total. The third time you are hit the poison of course also mixes with the first two poisons and saps half of your remaining life and a forth if your unlucky or not quick enough takes the last. Understand…? Let’s begin.”

Robert didn’t like this but what else could he do? Still holding his sword Robert watched the scarecrow for any quick movements. Suddenly I wasn’t there. *twing* Throwing himself to the right Robert saw a pale wooden arrow fly by his face and fly out of the ring and just as suddenly disappear. “One arrow down and eleven arrows to go!”

“Very good you can count,” said a disembodied body, “now then are you ready for the challenge?”

That was the start?

a search for my fathers sword part 4

Thu, 10 Nov 2005 02:24:39 GMT

The Ghostly Sword Times.

The Black Spider has once again proven that he has the most money by going and buying from the ancient relics catacombs a rare human sword of unsurpassed beauty and construction. “This sword may be made by humans over 500 years ago but it was made extremely well even for demons of this century,” said one official who wishes to stay unknown. This sword shall now rest with The Black Spider’s other swords in his collection which now on estimates range from 1000 to 1300 rare or semi rare weaponry. The range of this estimate is due to the fact that The Black Spider continues to buy and find more swords every year yet doesn’t let anyone see his collection.

Robert was slightly interested in this article as he looked over the different swords and other things about the store but then he noticed a picture on the back of the page.

The sword had seen better days, the hilt which used to shine a brilliant white now had a dull appearance, the metal of the sword had minor abrasions and chips were cut into the edges. A few hours with a polishing kit and a cutters stone would of course remove the dullness and once more sharpen the edge but that wasn’t what Robert was thinking for this wasn’t just any rare sword, it was his fathers.

Blink looking over noticed Lone had stopped moving and now stood open mouthed while looking at a picture in a news article. “Hey Lone lets go test out your new sword ok?”

“New sword…,” Robert was not totally aware of being dragged off to the portal room once more for he still was thinking of the edges of that sword, the quality, the craftsmanship. It was maybe the only thing linking him to the world that once belonged to his family and in fact maybe be the last thing of his family still to exist. It was his families and he knew he would have to get it back.

“Lone, you’re spacing out there,” Blink once more resisted the urge to nibble her wing as she got slightly hyper on thinking of going to the training fields. Lone finally looked her way and seemed to come back from where ever he was. “Glad to have you back. Now a few things, first please relax and know that portals are normal and work very well as long as you think of where you’re going, secondly the place we are going is the Training Fields so just keep thinking that over and over, Training Fields. Ok?” With a nod of the head Blink continued. “Depending on where we go in the training fields the monsters we face will get harder. I’ll be there to help you so don’t worry too much. I may be a Gate keeper but all Gate keepers are trained as clerics to heal people when they come back from battles. Once we get there ill explain more so here we go! Training Fields!” The last part f her speech wasn’t directed at Robert at all but the wall which they both faced. The first time she tried to open a portal it didn’t work half because she sneezed but also it wasn’t hard wired and as such had a weak connection. Hard wired portals are so easy to use that non Gate keepers could open them with minimal effort.

A soft blue light slowly swirled across the wall. Slowly it grew and as it did the center seemed to move through the wall and to some distant land. Robert had a bad feeling about this because the last time he used one he was stuck in a limbo for over 500 years but taking a deep breath and thinking ‘Training Field’ over and over in his mind he relaxed and stepped forward.

Green grass covered a meadow for as far as the eye could see and small trees dotted the landscape. A red moon of course cast a soft rosy color over everything but after a few minutes Robert got used to it. “So this is the training fields?”

“Well more or less.” Pointing to a sign Blink kept talking. “Over there is the official start of the fields and where the action is. Now some ground rules. As you know I’m a Cleric style class and as such I have high magic skills and I can heal very well but I Can barely make a dent in butter so this will be your fight understand?” Blushing slightly Blink kicked the ground lightly. “You got the muscles so use them to defeat the baddies and I’ll be there to heal you if you get into trouble. Now don’t worry about dieing because this ‘IS’ a training area for battles and as such the baddies get paid to work here and they are very good at harming but not killing trainees. The first fight will be one on one against a ghost which is a weak monster in the Netherworld. Harm him till he falls or calls ‘Out’ and then we can then move on.” Seeing the look on Lone’s face Blink took a breath. “Demons are not very good with weapon use when they start out as warriors so that is why we use training fields to train them. As a human you’re lucky because humans have an almost inherited technique with all types of weapons, not just swords. Let’s go and start already.”

“Oh,” Robert shrugged his shoulders and walked with blink to the sign post.

Training Area!

All who pass this point shall be considered trainees and as such will be met with force.

If you are a healing bystander please raise hand during fight and attackers will ignore you during match.

Please note after two sessions bystanders will no longer be permitted and as such everyone will be attacked that is in the training area.

Looking at blink Robert shook his head. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea about you coming with me I don’t want you hurt.”

Blink was taken aback. You don’t want me hurt. Humans really don’t think themselves number one all the time, hmm maybe I’ll learn something from him too. “Keep walking and we’ll do fine.”

They walked past the sign and into a small clearing that was surrounded by yellow flowers. The flowers made a circle that was large enough to dodge and fight but not large enough to run. Even Robert would need to show some back bone if he was going to win this fight. Blink quickly raised her hand above her head and moved off to the right and started to get something from her back. She brought forth a mended staff that had seen better and she waited if Robert needed her. Robert on the other hand walked slowly to the middle of the field staying on his side of the circle while bringing out his wooden sword.

A shadow slowly emerged from the ground slowly raising up and taking solid form. A white pasty creature seemed to float in midair. It was small, maybe three feet or less but with it’s flying ability it made up for that. The monster had a round shape to it with a larger roundness near the top for a head with two stick like arms and a tail instead of a lower body. Its body was concealed by a green cloak so only the head, hands and tail were seen not the middle. In its hands were one wooden sword like the one Robert had and also a shield. This would have Robert at a disadvantage.

“Welcome trainee and prepare yourself.”

Monsters can talk! This was too weird. Raising his sword Robert tilted his head and slowly moved forward.

Blink brought her wings around her and as such started to nibble her wing once more. You can do it lone show him what your made of and show me your as good at this then any demon.

The ghost nodded to himself and also raised his sword and moved his shield in front of himself so as to prevent easy hits. Robert wasn’t slow in his attack though and he moved closer, remembering what his father’s arms master had taught him, bringing his sword to the right he slashed downwards.

The battle took longer then expected in both Roberts and Blinks minds. For Robert he was shocked that he was surviving against an opponent with both a sword and shield while for blink she was just stunned for neither warrior had a scratch on him. To tell the truth nine out of ten demons didn’t last long on their first match and most even needed to be brought back to the castle in body bags in order for the castle hospital to revive them.

As the battle was fought about every ten attacks from both warriors the ghost would move away and critique Robert's skills and show him how to improve. “Remember to keep your sword up. Duck when the position will allow you to both go under a sword and score a hit. Always keep moving.” These were a few of the Trainers comments but as the fight went on the comments changed from fighting skills to techniques and then to strategy. “If you give an opponent two ways out of a fight he may choose either and may surprise you while if you give him one way you will always know what will happen next and always will be in control. Always allow a way out for a trapped animal is twice as dangerous then one who believes he can get away to fight another day. Believe in your sword and it will believe in you and treat you well.”

Moving in against Robert the ghost shot a stab towards the man’s stomach. Robert quickly turned to the side and using his sword pushed the ghosts away from his stomach area then turning three-sixty brought his sword to a slash towards the ghosts unprotected back. The ghost then rose into the air like a reverse duck then lowered and used his momentum to try to crush the humans head. Robert barely had had time from his attack to stop his sword from moving further along the three-sixty slash then bring it up to block the ghosts attack.

Robert was getting tired, he was human after all and humans had muscles that got weak overtime. Moving away five steps, breathing heavily he looked at the ghost and was amazed that the creature looked like he did when they started, ghosts had no muscles and didn’t breathe for they already were dead. Gritting his teeth Robert bent his knees and charged. Movingly quickly Robert brought his sword up over his head and as he moved in he brought it crashing down on the ghost then moving past he turned.

Open mouths were an epidemic on this battle for something truly odd had just happened. Blink could only stare as Robert had just run straight at the ghost but as he did a light seemed to cover his sword and also seemed to strengthen his attack. Robert barely could understand what happened as he saw the ghost floating there with a sword half sliced, a shield broken and in tatters and a giant red cross mark across the creatures green cloak.

Looking at his broken sword the ghost simply threw it onto the ground where it disappeared just as quickly as the ghost had appeared in the first place. “Trainee you show promise and what you have just done was learn an attack called a ‘Blade Rush’ now this attack is powerful and it will do you well to use it often and in almost all situations but also understand that this skill is not easy to use for it takes away from your strength. Not your physical strength, mind you, but your mental strength. As you are a warrior your mental strength is low at around a small amount, ten lets say. Your skill when you use it now will use up all ten points each and every time and it takes a few minutes to regain that loss. While you train here remember always to watch your strength usage and never exceed it because your attack will be weak and be easily blocked. Also know that as you gain experience in fighting and battles and if you continue to use your sword you will gain more skills and abilities that will be even more powerful but as a trade off will use up more mental power. Train hard and you will be able to expand your MP potential and be able to use skills more often but for now train human.”

Blink well blinked for she was shocked that the ghost noticed that lone was a human at all. She didn’t realize that having no wings was a dead giveaway.

“As you have shown potential you may pass to the next challenge.” The ghost slowly disappeared and Robert noticed a sign across from him.

a search for my fathers sword part 3

Thu, 10 Nov 2005 02:23:23 GMT

“DEMON!” Lone had once more been shocked but this one wasn’t a small worry about clothing which a man could get used to oh no this was far more… delicate. “Spawn of Satan you’re the one who dragged me from the battle field it must have been you who brought me here to your lair. Do you wish to destroy all mankind?”

“You don’t understand,” Finally letting all the pieces fall into place Blink knew that Lone wasn’t a human of this time but one from many, many years ago who was stuck in the limbo world while the human world became one of knowledge and knew of demon and angels. Just a while ago when the war ended between Earth and the Netherworld an ever lasting peace between both human and demon had been raised. They even had a section of the store called new world corp. in the human world for all their odd demon needs. “
The world as you know it is gone and now demons and humans work together to build a world better for both. Wait and I will show you the world, please just wait.”

This woman didn’t seem to want to kill Robert or cause him harm but the idea that his world of humans was gone and a new world was in its stead frightened him very much. “But… but the world… it’s all gone?”

“Well you can stay here. Prinnies do most of the work and demons don’t really care one way or another. Wait I have just the idea. Let’s go to the shops. They’re open 24 hours a day and you look like a Warrior class so how about we outfit you in some new armor? Oh and your need this,” giving lone a hat to cover his non pointed ears, “better that way.”

This conversation was going way over Robert’s mind but he was now being pushed out the door so he forgot most of it as they walked down a red carpeted hallway. If he was stuck here in this new place for good he as well might try to fit in so he put the odd cloth helmet over his head and walked on. “So you demons don’t eat people?”

“Nope. Well there were a few odd balls but mostly we eat normal demon food such as crockachicken eggs, saber tooth mice meat, other things of the sort. Normal stuff.”

Not knowing if she was joking Robert kept his mouth shut on the matter till they entered the market. Looking to the selection of weapons, armor, and items Robert was well, stunned. Wooden swords? Capes? Where was the chain armor? The plate mail? “Do you not have metal for weapons and armor?

Oh we do but I have very little money and I have no idea your weapon skills so you may slice a hand off with a real sword. Practice and when you are deemed worthy and when we get more cash ill buy you something better ok?” Blink had three pairs of capes and cloaks for herself for her job to look good but Lone didn’t fit her size so she shelled out the money to buy a cloak and two capes and a wooden sword for defense. “Hope you like brown”

Looking at his new armor Robert didn’t all that like he smiled and said thank you to be a gentlemen while thinking that his regular shirt could hold back more weapon hit then this. His eyes traveled along the more ‘expensive’ weapons and lone could barely hold his admiration of the craftsmanship. That’s when he saw an article about his father’s sword… and that’s when this hero started a legend.

a search for my fathers sword part 2

Thu, 10 Nov 2005 02:22:50 GMT

A blanket of darkness was slowly pulled from Robert mind as he was placed back into the world of the living. First thoughts of fear raced through his mind as he remembered the hole in the air that has sucked him from the battlefield. Thoughts of sorrow, of losing his father swelled in his heart as his eyes slowly began to focus. The first thing he saw was a woman who looked maybe 17 standing as far away from him as possible with eyes of brilliant green that were now looking very worrisome.

Lifting his head he felt like his body had slept for a million years… and he wasn’t far off but he didn’t know that yet. Small groans escaped his lips as he moved one arm then the other under his body and slowly pushed his body up and into a sitting position. Feeling like a man who was just hit by a siege engine, Dark Age technology used to break down walls, but feeling no pain just massive discomfort Robert studied the women further.

The woman had a look of a female scholar with glass lenses on her eyes with frames like ones Robert had seen only rich people wear when their eye sight grew bad. She had blue hair which was tailored like in spike like sections from her forehead pushed back to her neck. Her eyes were a shade of green he had never seen before and his eyes were drawn to them most of all. Her small body was colored in a black dress that made Robert almost lose his eyes for no one on her right mind would wear such a scandalous wardrobe. More skin then even a lady going for a swim was shown and his eyes bugged when he could see her stomach which most women would hide.

Being from the dark ages Robert barely saw women wear less then multiple layer dresses even in summer so this girl wearing skin tight leather clothing around her chest and upper legs was extremely shocking. “I’m so sorry my lady but I have no idea how I ended up in this room and it seems I caught you while changing please except my apologies.”

Blink looked at the man she had ported to the castle with wide eyes for she had never seen a human before and he was very different then any male demon she had ever seen.

“Oh my,” Blink said as she hid her wings behind her and pressed against the wall. Looking at the man she noticed many difference from demons. Firstly he had no wings to speak of, either the white feathers of angels or black skin of demons. Secondly he seemed to wear bulky armor most likely due to the fact humans didn’t have regenerative powers. More things seemed out of place such as his blonde hair an extremely rare trait among demons. His eyes though icy held gentleness little cared for most demons. “Oh no I, well what I mean is, its fine it’s just that… who are you?”

Taken aback Robert thought. His father possibly dead, knowing not when or if he would see his family again, having no knowledge of how he even ended up here he took a breath, “My names Lone Dragon but call me Lone. What is yours malady?”

Taking one step forward Blink resisted the urge to nibble her wing and said. “Well my name is blink.” Taking another step till she stood a comfortable distance away she continued to talk. “This room is called the gate room and it’s where people come to go to other areas in the world. This room is part of a building most call the Overloads castle.”

Being new to the Netherworld had an effect on a man. “Gate?”

“Never mind You should get out of here before someone notices.” Grabbing Lone’s arm Blink quickly opened the door and led him down a few stairwells and a couple hallways until she shoved him into her office/room. Being a Trainee she couldn’t afford much in way of furnishings but it beat a lava pool.

The walls were rock as well as the floor. The desk was sheet rock, the ceiling lighted by candles, no window. It was perfect for a demon. It was hell for a man. Staring in shock Robert thought he had just entered a dungeon. A cold feeling passed through his boots and a draft chilled his bones. Shaking his hands over his body to stay warm Lone was getting more relaxed about this whole situation but seeing this woman not care about the cold wearing so little was astounding. “Is this your room?”

“Yup and until we find better accommodations it may as well be yours too.”

a search for my fathers sword part 1

Thu, 10 Nov 2005 02:22:09 GMT

We first come across our hero not fighting monsters and being well a ‘hero’ but instead we find him laying on top of a floating piece of earth surrounded by blue mist and dark shadows. Of the three worlds: the Human World in which he came from, the Netherworld in which most humans believe hell is and Celestia in which a type of heaven may await departed souls, none now hold our hero in their embrace. The area that Robert now resides is a type of boundary between the three and could be called a Limbo of sorts.

On that fateful day when Robert, trying to find his father, found the family sword something happened that shouldn’t of. The powers that be saw the human world had just finished a battle of enormous size and scope. Souls needed to be collected on a scale not seen other then the black plague. Down the line from the powers that be must have been one slightly over worked Death and instead of working hard to collect lost souls and still be unseen by living humans such as all Deaths’ job it decided on opening a portal from the Human World to the Netherworld and just throw the souls through the hole and sort it out later.

This is where Robert comes in, for he was the living soul being in the wrong place at the wrong time that saw this happen and was sucked into the portal with the other more ‘dead’ souls. Death being busy didn’t notice he had just thrown a human body instead of just a soul through the portal and kept working. Normally when a person travels by portal they think of where they are going and go there but Robert was sucked in by accident and as such had no idea what was happening or where he was going. Being in mid transport but not having a final destination is not bad for dead souls because Death normally puts a type of tag on the soul which gives it a destination. Robert being alive and in human form had the slight problem of being alive… and being in human form because living thoughts override ‘tags’ and because Robert had no idea what was going on he didn’t know where to go or that he even had to think of where to go. So of course he ended up in limbo.

Over the years Death had forgotten the single human and as such Robert was lost for many years. Laying on the rock, eyes open but not seeing, alive but not living. Being in a portal his body never aged, his mind stopped working and just slept eternally.

*****

Blink ran through the castle her tiny frame weighed down by books. It was late at night and most demons were sleeping or at their homes. The castle was a public access area for all peoples to be transported from one area to another and also for most public works as the store and waste management.

Blink running to get to her post as one of the Dimensional Gate keepers and of course it being her first day she was late. Turning a corner she quickly ran head first into her superior, the head gate keeper.

“Oh I’m so sorry Please forgive me!” said Blink as she started to pick up her books on cold fission and its effects on gate portals.

Looking down at the girl the Head Gate Keeper closed her eyes, pinched her nose and took a deep breath. “Blink, how many times do I have to tell you, ‘don’t apologize you’re a demon.’” Shaking her head she walked by leaving with a final remark, “the gate is closed at the moment because it’s so late so please tell everyone to wait till morning or use there legs and walk from one area of the world to the next.

“Yes Sir,” Blink said standing up and saluting. Taking her time now because her duties were not needed for gating she grabbed her bags and headed for the gate room. Clicking could be heard as Blink ran up to the door to the gate room opened it then dropped her self on a chair meant for keepers while waiting for portals to be opened. Being a Demon had one nice perk as she wrapped her wings around herself and warmed up. Placing her books down beside her she looked around and saw the place was totally deserted.

Her job as an apprentice Gate Keeper was one of boredom for she had learned the basics of gate theory and was very gifted in her ability to shape tunnels from one area to another but she wasn’t allowed to use them. Only after years of study and watching more experienced keepers work could she master the art of portal making. Oh there were shortcuts of course such as stream lined gates from one area that was used more often to another and as such were hard wired and any body could use those gates of course but to make a new gate to an unknown area was off limits due to unknown elements and oddball world dynamics.

None of this mattered to Blink as she got bored… very easily. Two minutes after taking her post as gate keeper she stood up and decided to open a gate. “Dark and black with hints of grey, take my words and let space sway. Use my power to open a gate, from here to there and change fate. Make one stable and one without pain, make sure it allows people to use without need of a cane. Rip the boundary from one area to another, to see that each becomes like brothers. Hear my call oh space and time, open the portal for this young … AH-CHOO!”

A piece of dust had settled on her nose and as such had made her mss up the calling of the portal…. The portal started as a blue swirl slowly opening like most other portals done yet this one had other plans. A bright flash half blinded Blink as she was thrown by a force from the newly opened portal. Blinking away the white light She barely saw the tunnel stop at a blue like area without any real land mass only floating masses of rock. “Oh oh,” Blink grabbed part of her wing in worry as she saw what appeared to be a man laying on one of those islands of rock. Portals not called correctly or made by hard wired short cuts were by nature very finicky and also had a slight nature to pull people from one area and deposit them in another.

In another flash of light Blink cried out in distress as the portal closed and left her in the room with a man laying face down and barely moving. Nibbling on a tough area of skin on her wing Blink slowly stepped forward and then quickly backed up as she heard a grown from the man. And it wasn’t just a male demon this was a human man. He didn’t seem hurt so blink nibbled away at her wing and waited.

In the upper corner of the room two dark red eyes opened and watched the human slowly come around and wake from his multiple century long sleep. Know this master should. Yes master should know of this human. As quickly as they opened they closed and a darkness faded from the ceiling.

my writing.. oh god no!

Thu, 10 Nov 2005 02:10:53 GMT

yeah ill be putting some of my writing back up on here.. lost my mega cross over which sucks but everything else should be alright.

if anyone has tips, hints, or ideas or ways to improve my writing please email me or write a comment.

oct 26...

Wed, 26 Oct 2005 21:38:10 GMT

ohhh i start this whole darn thing alllllll over again. augh why did i delete it anyways darn streak of not thinking !