Giving my self a break from shaden at least for now. So heres this, inspired by a paintign and a song.
He lay next to her on the bed, she in his arms, his body curled round hers protecting her from the world. He could feel the heat of her, feel her soft pale his in his hands, fell the pressure of her body against his. He lowered his face into her hair breathing the scent in deeply, filling his head with lust for her. The room was semi dark, the night natural black disrupted by the moonlight that spilled through the windows, her skin glowed in that twilight, he kissed her head, and relaxed. The feel of her wrapped in his arms made him feel completely safe, as if she would never leave and be his forever.
She shifted he held his breath guilt at waking her flooding him; she muttered something then returned to her rest. The candle that was by the bed guttered and was then extinguished the sulphurous smell mixing with the scent of her body.
He could hear nothing in the dark, even the brightly lit street outside was quiet, as if in respect of her rest, the world slept as she did, she commanded a legion of souls, his most of all yet he resisted her spell of sleep so he could lie here now watching the slow rise and fall of her breast and feel the beat of her heart. He kissed he again, and slept.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Shaden IV
This won't be as long as my others but i wanted to show the side of stories you don't usually read as it detracts from the action. (p.s. thanks to 'El Bownes' for the idea of where to go next)
Also to the right is another link to a friends Rpg site. All are welcome to join and its free. Just design your character and get going. I'm on there under my usually 'Citizen Williams' guise. Hope to see you on there.
Danyla sobbed in the quiet dark of the bedroom. Her face was shrouded in the mask of mourning, so none could see her tears nor the red marks that streaked her face. The body of her husband lay in the next room on the table, his neck twisted a sickening angle.
The guilds hired muscle of house Mari had cleared the house of all valuables, her husband had been a good man but now he was dead and that meant she was destitute. The local harima had coem to see her already, adding to her tears, for she was young and not unattractive and he could get a good price foir her body. She moved to the kitchen of her cosy little town apparment a took a thick bladed knife from the rack.
No one was around to hear the sharp gasp as the blade pierced her flesh and no one heard the grate of metal on bone or the whimper as she fell to the floor. The blood pooled around her, drowning the tear she'd let fall to the floor, in an ocean of crimson.
Also to the right is another link to a friends Rpg site. All are welcome to join and its free. Just design your character and get going. I'm on there under my usually 'Citizen Williams' guise. Hope to see you on there.
Danyla sobbed in the quiet dark of the bedroom. Her face was shrouded in the mask of mourning, so none could see her tears nor the red marks that streaked her face. The body of her husband lay in the next room on the table, his neck twisted a sickening angle.
The guilds hired muscle of house Mari had cleared the house of all valuables, her husband had been a good man but now he was dead and that meant she was destitute. The local harima had coem to see her already, adding to her tears, for she was young and not unattractive and he could get a good price foir her body. She moved to the kitchen of her cosy little town apparment a took a thick bladed knife from the rack.
No one was around to hear the sharp gasp as the blade pierced her flesh and no one heard the grate of metal on bone or the whimper as she fell to the floor. The blood pooled around her, drowning the tear she'd let fall to the floor, in an ocean of crimson.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Shaden III
Yeah I know I said it'd be posted last week but the computer was free so I typed this up aswell. The glossary follows which gives you a the names of the guilds and what their responsibilites.
Kasimo followed the young merchant down the stairs; keeping to the shadows his foot steps muffled b the hick carpet that covered the cut stone floor.
The sunlight shone through the open door, dazzling the prey who stopped and rubbed his eyes Kasimo was close now. But the merchant started walking again ad now he was in the brightly lit street. He swore under his breath and slid his daggers into his sleeves. The red and purples blades were well known unlike his face.
Many believed the blades to harbour demons, where as in reality the blades got their distinctive colours from minerals added by the smithy at the Mage School, who had added the minerals to make the metal stronger and stay sharper.
Kasimo had been raised by the Mages since he was twelve, when he had been surrounded by the bodies of five guild debt collectors who had killed his father. He had been taken to the mage’s island by other guild members, as they made the assumption the way he could have killed the five men was by using magic.
They had been wrong; Kasimo had killed the men with his bare hands, striking each in a pressure point with enough force to kill.
Kasimo had a natural aptitude for war, once the mages realised he was useless as far as magic was concerned, they had arranged for tutors in different disciplines of war to train the young boy, by seventeen he could learn no more. That was three years ago, in that time he had been dispatched by the guild to kill, for many different reasons; he had killed merchants, ministers and would be rebels. All had fallen to his blades. Thanks to him the archipelago was kept quiet and the guild in power.
The merchant turned a corner into a darker street, Kasimo glanced around the corner, the street was empty, the cobbles carpeted in a thick layer of excrement and filth. It was too easy he sheathed his daggers then began to run.
The merchant heard the sound of feet and turned but saw nothing, then a shadow sprang from the wall then all was black.
The merchant unconscious Kasimo broke the merchant’s neck with a twist of his arm, opened the man’s mouth and put a small meal disk, the guild s calling card, inside. He pulled his hood about his face and began to walk back to the guild hall.
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Fumi: Dragon: Run The Mage School
Ekri: Strok: Diplomacy
Shoku: Bull: Farming
Fuku: Tiger: Warriors
Leku: Lion: Law
Nema: Boar: Smiths
Raki: Rat: Sanitation
Tomic: Eagle: Hunters
Aracna: Spider: Architects
Mari: Mantis: Money Lenders
Skeri: Scorpion: Subterfuge(spies)
Each house also has a symbol.. i've yet to design these but i will soon and they will be posted along with the map of Shaden.
Kasimo followed the young merchant down the stairs; keeping to the shadows his foot steps muffled b the hick carpet that covered the cut stone floor.
The sunlight shone through the open door, dazzling the prey who stopped and rubbed his eyes Kasimo was close now. But the merchant started walking again ad now he was in the brightly lit street. He swore under his breath and slid his daggers into his sleeves. The red and purples blades were well known unlike his face.
Many believed the blades to harbour demons, where as in reality the blades got their distinctive colours from minerals added by the smithy at the Mage School, who had added the minerals to make the metal stronger and stay sharper.
Kasimo had been raised by the Mages since he was twelve, when he had been surrounded by the bodies of five guild debt collectors who had killed his father. He had been taken to the mage’s island by other guild members, as they made the assumption the way he could have killed the five men was by using magic.
They had been wrong; Kasimo had killed the men with his bare hands, striking each in a pressure point with enough force to kill.
Kasimo had a natural aptitude for war, once the mages realised he was useless as far as magic was concerned, they had arranged for tutors in different disciplines of war to train the young boy, by seventeen he could learn no more. That was three years ago, in that time he had been dispatched by the guild to kill, for many different reasons; he had killed merchants, ministers and would be rebels. All had fallen to his blades. Thanks to him the archipelago was kept quiet and the guild in power.
The merchant turned a corner into a darker street, Kasimo glanced around the corner, the street was empty, the cobbles carpeted in a thick layer of excrement and filth. It was too easy he sheathed his daggers then began to run.
The merchant heard the sound of feet and turned but saw nothing, then a shadow sprang from the wall then all was black.
The merchant unconscious Kasimo broke the merchant’s neck with a twist of his arm, opened the man’s mouth and put a small meal disk, the guild s calling card, inside. He pulled his hood about his face and began to walk back to the guild hall.
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Fumi: Dragon: Run The Mage School
Ekri: Strok: Diplomacy
Shoku: Bull: Farming
Fuku: Tiger: Warriors
Leku: Lion: Law
Nema: Boar: Smiths
Raki: Rat: Sanitation
Tomic: Eagle: Hunters
Aracna: Spider: Architects
Mari: Mantis: Money Lenders
Skeri: Scorpion: Subterfuge(spies)
Each house also has a symbol.. i've yet to design these but i will soon and they will be posted along with the map of Shaden.
Shaden II
OK this is the next part of what i started last time. I also metioned something else i was writng last time as well theres a link on the tool bar to the right of this called creativity unleashed. even though i say it my self its good its three of us and we're on part 30 atm.
any way heres the next bits soem words i use in this have replaced englih ones and i'll post a glossary with the next piece. well thats it for now the next part should be up early next week as its just waiting to be typed.
Farren was a merchant, a good merchant, he never cheated his patrons nor did he fail on his payments to his brokers. He was also a gambler, a bad gambler. It was this reason that he found him self in a reception lounge of minister Talen’s home. Minister Talen was a member of the guild and as such he had to the power to grant Farren the loan he needed.
The guild was the ruling force in the Shaden Isles, the guild hall stood on Shimoa, the lone mountain that rose above the only city on the isles, Wenham. The city had grown from the mountain in the middle of the main island of the archipelago, but had grown so large that it reached the east coast, where it had merged with the small port towns there.
The Guild was a collection of the twelve houses that ran the Shaden isles, each house controlled a part of the Archipelago’s society and those who were members of a house were viewed as higher than others. Farren was not in a house.
The figure who sat on the chez lounge before him was a tall thinly built man, a member of the Ekri, and like that bird he carried him self with a dignified grace.
A retainer greeted him and announced him to the minister, who stood and walked towards him.
‘I have heard of your plight why should I help you?’ His voice was too calm, too matter of fact for the young man who broke into tears.
‘I’ve been a fool lord I ask only for a chance to repent my mistakes.’ His voice shook with sobs.
‘How Do I know you will not continue to gamble? You already owe guild agents a considerable sum.’
The merchant looked away shamed knowing he could not change; he blushed and looked back to the taller man, ‘I am sorry for wasting your time.’ He bowed and left, tears still running down his face. The tall minister sighed, the man did indeed owe the guild a great deal and there was nothing he could do the guild had spoken.
He turned and sat on a nearby sofa, near the great window that made up one wall of the chamber. A shadow fell over him, ‘Lord Gellet has decided that the man dies.’ The shadow inclined its head and turned away. He half turned, ‘Make it quick.’ He stared blank eyed out of the window. It was sad that in the archipelago money was more important than people.
any way heres the next bits soem words i use in this have replaced englih ones and i'll post a glossary with the next piece. well thats it for now the next part should be up early next week as its just waiting to be typed.
Farren was a merchant, a good merchant, he never cheated his patrons nor did he fail on his payments to his brokers. He was also a gambler, a bad gambler. It was this reason that he found him self in a reception lounge of minister Talen’s home. Minister Talen was a member of the guild and as such he had to the power to grant Farren the loan he needed.
The guild was the ruling force in the Shaden Isles, the guild hall stood on Shimoa, the lone mountain that rose above the only city on the isles, Wenham. The city had grown from the mountain in the middle of the main island of the archipelago, but had grown so large that it reached the east coast, where it had merged with the small port towns there.
The Guild was a collection of the twelve houses that ran the Shaden isles, each house controlled a part of the Archipelago’s society and those who were members of a house were viewed as higher than others. Farren was not in a house.
The figure who sat on the chez lounge before him was a tall thinly built man, a member of the Ekri, and like that bird he carried him self with a dignified grace.
A retainer greeted him and announced him to the minister, who stood and walked towards him.
‘I have heard of your plight why should I help you?’ His voice was too calm, too matter of fact for the young man who broke into tears.
‘I’ve been a fool lord I ask only for a chance to repent my mistakes.’ His voice shook with sobs.
‘How Do I know you will not continue to gamble? You already owe guild agents a considerable sum.’
The merchant looked away shamed knowing he could not change; he blushed and looked back to the taller man, ‘I am sorry for wasting your time.’ He bowed and left, tears still running down his face. The tall minister sighed, the man did indeed owe the guild a great deal and there was nothing he could do the guild had spoken.
He turned and sat on a nearby sofa, near the great window that made up one wall of the chamber. A shadow fell over him, ‘Lord Gellet has decided that the man dies.’ The shadow inclined its head and turned away. He half turned, ‘Make it quick.’ He stared blank eyed out of the window. It was sad that in the archipelago money was more important than people.
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