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Date Posted: 15:33:21 04/17/03 Thu
Author: Snow Lepard
Subject: Re: Writing Fun!
In reply to: reah 's message, "Re: Writing Fun!" on 10:44:35 04/16/03 Wed

>On one dark stormy night in the middle of January the
>elderly man was hunched over on his walking stick
>dreaming about the old days when he was a young
>warrior in Dereth, when suddenly he was approached by
>a tall man wearing a long black overcoat. The tall
>mysterious man with the unseen face peered down and
>the warrior wearily asked, "have you come for my
>life?" The dark figure made no sound, but raised one
>arm slowly towards the old man. A sound came on the
>wind wispering... "your life or your soul choose as
>you will", lightning forked in the sky striking the
>ground around old campaigner. The warrior cowered and
>said nothing as he stumbled backwards into a massive
>oak tree. Finding he could back no further, the
>warrior raised his hands to shield his face and saw
>that the man that had been standing there was no
>longer there but he felt anew he looked at his hands
>and all the old scar's of age and war were gone. He
>realized he had been give a second chance ,but at what
>cost?!?! He left this area wandering aimlessly
>muttering to himself "Why, To what end and what is the
>cost?" A sudden dred filled him as if he knew that his
>new found youth and strength meant a new war was
>developing in Dereth. Who gave him this gift, and what
>was his role in the coming battle? He knew he must
>find the answers to these questions but first he had
>to prepare himself for the upcoming war as he knew
>that he would be needed. He slowly started to work his
>way towards home, hoping that his old armor would
>still be servicable. While hiking his way northward he
>noticed that even the land had changed. Towns were
>constructing large walls to protect their homes, and
>farmers were salvaging what they could from their
>crops. Knowing he needed to defend these helpless
>souls, he ran home to find his armor where he had left
>it in it secret place in the yard. He got it out to
>find it old and half destroyed, but some nagging
>feeling in the back of his head told him to put it on.
>He put it on and it instantly became new, shining like
>the sun and stronger than any other metal ever made,
>and light as a feather. He then travelled to his old
>friend's house to see if the same oddities had
>happened to him. As he neared his friend's yard he
>grew suspicious and slowed his pace. He could hear
>weapons being tinked and strange noises that couldn't
>possibly be coming from humans. He sneaked up to the
>fence, looked over and gasped... there before him
>cloaked in dark sinnester looking robes with hollow
>faces hovering around his friend who was hanging like
>a puppet on a string. Noticing his friends armor was,
>as his own, bright shiney as it had been renewed with
>a life force strong in its intensity. His friend,
>however much to his dismay, had the look of shear
>terror and forbidding doom masked on his face. Frozen
>by his own fear, he realized what the tinking and
>metallic noises where. It was coming from a perticular
>nasty looking weapon scraping and lightly tapping on
>his friends armor, weilded by the largest of his
>captures. Knowing at that moment, he had little or no
>time to react, his impulsive warring nature over came
>good judgement, with nostrils flaring and a taste of
>copper in his mouth he ran into the middle of the
>group with his sword drawn and his heart set to do
>what was needed to save his friend. He slashed at the
>first and largest in the group removing his armor.
>Holding the sword, he did a spin cutting him in half.
>He then turned to see the other two, who were no
>longer surprised, and instantly reliazed this was
>going to be a horrible battle. His friend, who had
>been released from the string, regained his own sword
>and was beside his friend, men-at-armors once again.
>They ready'd themselves to fight this to monster's
>when suddenly an arrow came flying from over the hill
>landing between the to men and monsters, and a fire
>arc came flying over as well. Five others of the
>friends came over the hill. In a brief instant, time
>stood still the seconds turned to hours, our warrior
>mentally flashed back to a time of old, as of a
>brigade of mercenary warriors harden by many battle
>fields littered with fallen commrades both dead and
>dying. Most, not knowing why they were fighting and
>dying other than, simply, as a warring nation,fighting
>is what they did and the life and death trials were
>just a by-product of how they lived their lives. They
>lived to hear his battle cry resonanting across the
>battefield indicating the "THE BATTLE IS OURS FOR THE
>TAKING FIGHT ON MY BREATHERN IN ARMS AND YOU WILL
>TASTE THE SWEETNESS OF VICTORY". Our warrior snapped
>back in an instant, on hearing his voice bellowing
>that battlecry of old. A smile crease his lips as he
>recognized the five that now stood with him as some of
>his most trusted and loyal field commanders, that had
>been rallied by his all to familiar battle cry. His
>sense of good fortune was short lived, as he soon
>realized that good fortune had also smiled on the evil
>darkness that now surround the seven warriors. As he
>wiped the sweat from his eyes, the clarity of what he
>saw shook him to the core and the hair on the back of
>his neck stood at attention as he look to the horizan
>and as far a he could see was the hills and valleys
>being consumed with a mass of undulating crawling
>blackness of pure evil coming down to give him the
>fight of his life. As his comrades at arms stood
>waiting just as he was, he realized that this was not
>going to be easy. As they stood surrounded the lead,
>he assumed from his size and walk of athourity, came
>toward him. The monster asked, "Who is your leader?".
>Our hero stood taller letting his sword falter just a
>little and said," I am. Who might you be?" "I am the
>leader of my tribe and i come to give you this one
>warning. Move your puny fellow humans from this place
>or be wiped out." "And why should we move out?! It is
>you who have come to our home." The massive monster
>just burst into what could be called laughter. "What
>does it matter puny human?? Be gone!" The monster
>raised his arms and what seemed to be in a flash of
>light, his world turned to darkness. He awoke with a
>start, drawing his sword, completely disoriented.
>Gaining his bearings, he noted that his fellow
>comrades were with him in a field, rain pouring down
>with no monsters in sight. But this didn't look like
>his homeland. The warrior who had been strung up at
>the house, his friend was already awake, sitting on a
>large rock and seemed to be in deep thought. As our
>warrior approached, the friend said, "These monsters
>have the upper hand.... they have special magic...
>what are we going to do now?" .... "We are going to
>do what we do best. Find out where we are and how to
>get back to our homes." As his other comrades awoke
>one by one they started to relize that there
>surroundings where nothing like there home. It was
>barren, the rain seemed to have a slight sting to it,
>and the air smelled of death and smoke. As the rain
>bounded they moved towards what seemed to be a light
>way in the distance, but as they grew nearer it
>appeared the light was coming from what appeared to be
>a city, or what was left of one. Bodies littered the
>ground and almost every building was either burned to
>ashes or buring. All but one. This building had a
>magic feel to it. As they grew nearer to it..our warrior noticed the pristine appearance of the seemingly untouch structure standing alone surrounded by a wasteland of total distruction.
He approached the huge gated door with a great deal of trepidation as he reached out to touch the door a voice behind him reminded be careful. He turned to ackowledge the voice with a nod of agreement only to turn back around to see his hand disappear before him. Feeling no pain with a puzzled look on his face he reached even futther in to touch the door. Thinking he should have already touched the door less than half an arms length away as more of his arm disappeared the further he reached. All of a sudden he felt something grab his hand a was pulling him in, fighting only briefly seeing it was futile to resist he was pulled into the what appeared to be a vapor like barrier, free of any elemental or sensual anomalies he imerged into a great valuted room.
The pressures on his hand and arm gone now as he notice the slight pressure now in the middle of his back. Wheeling around taking a fighting stance to defend himself, he noitced his weapon had been removed and a crystal sphere had taken its place. Full of colours and warm to the touch a voice emanated from it,"prepare yourself for it is your destiny to mend was has happen here today, look up and find me as I have been deemed your counsul for the journeys you are to undertake". Our warrior slowly gazed upward to find he was staring into the eyes of a ......

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>On one dark stormy night in the middle of January the
>elderly man was hunched over on his walking stick
>dreaming about the old days when he was a young
>warrior in Dereth, when suddenly he was approached by
>a tall man wearing a long black overcoat. The tall
>mysterious man with the unseen face peered down and
>the warrior wearily asked, "have you come for my
>life?" The dark figure made no sound, but raised one
>arm slowly towards the old man. A sound came on the
>wind wispering... "your life or your soul choose as
>you will", lightning forked in the sky striking the
>ground around old campaigner. The warrior cowered and
>said nothing as he stumbled backwards into a massive
>oak tree. Finding he could back no further, the
>warrior raised his hands to shield his face and saw
>that the man that had been standing there was no
>longer there but he felt anew he looked at his hands
>and all the old scar's of age and war were gone. He
>realized he had been give a second chance ,but at what
>cost?!?! He left this area wandering aimlessly
>muttering to himself "Why, To what end and what is the
>cost?" A sudden dred filled him as if he knew that his
>new found youth and strength meant a new war was
>developing in Dereth. Who gave him this gift, and what
>was his role in the coming battle? He knew he must
>find the answers to these questions but first he had
>to prepare himself for the upcoming war as he knew
>that he would be needed. He slowly started to work his
>way towards home, hoping that his old armor would
>still be servicable. While hiking his way northward he
>noticed that even the land had changed. Towns were
>constructing large walls to protect their homes, and
>farmers were salvaging what they could from their
>crops. Knowing he needed to defend these helpless
>souls, he ran home to find his armor where he had left
>it in it secret place in the yard. He got it out to
>find it old and half destroyed, but some nagging
>feeling in the back of his head told him to put it on.
>He put it on and it instantly became new, shining like
>the sun and stronger than any other metal ever made,
>and light as a feather. He then travelled to his old
>friend's house to see if the same oddities had
>happened to him. As he neared his friend's yard he
>grew suspicious and slowed his pace. He could hear
>weapons being tinked and strange noises that couldn't
>possibly be coming from humans. He sneaked up to the
>fence, looked over and gasped... there before him
>cloaked in dark sinnester looking robes with hollow
>faces hovering around his friend who was hanging like
>a puppet on a string. Noticing his friends armor was,
>as his own, bright shiney as it had been renewed with
>a life force strong in its intensity. His friend,
>however much to his dismay, had the look of shear
>terror and forbidding doom masked on his face. Frozen
>by his own fear, he realized what the tinking and
>metallic noises where. It was coming from a perticular
>nasty looking weapon scraping and lightly tapping on
>his friends armor, weilded by the largest of his
>captures. Knowing at that moment, he had little or no
>time to react, his impulsive warring nature over came
>good judgement, with nostrils flaring and a taste of
>copper in his mouth he ran into the middle of the
>group with his sword drawn and his heart set to do
>what was needed to save his friend. He slashed at the
>first and largest in the group removing his armor.
>Holding the sword, he did a spin cutting him in half.
>He then turned to see the other two, who were no
>longer surprised, and instantly reliazed this was
>going to be a horrible battle. His friend, who had
>been released from the string, regained his own sword
>and was beside his friend, men-at-armors once again.
>They ready'd themselves to fight this to monster's
>when suddenly an arrow came flying from over the hill
>landing between the to men and monsters, and a fire
>arc came flying over as well. Five others of the
>friends came over the hill. In a brief instant, time
>stood still the seconds turned to hours, our warrior
>mentally flashed back to a time of old, as of a
>brigade of mercenary warriors harden by many battle
>fields littered with fallen commrades both dead and
>dying. Most, not knowing why they were fighting and
>dying other than, simply, as a warring nation,fighting
>is what they did and the life and death trials were
>just a by-product of how they lived their lives. They
>lived to hear his battle cry resonanting across the
>battefield indicating the "THE BATTLE IS OURS FOR THE
>TAKING FIGHT ON MY BREATHERN IN ARMS AND YOU WILL
>TASTE THE SWEETNESS OF VICTORY". Our warrior snapped
>back in an instant, on hearing his voice bellowing
>that battlecry of old. A smile crease his lips as he
>recognized the five that now stood with him as some of
>his most trusted and loyal field commanders, that had
>been rallied by his all to familiar battle cry. His
>sense of good fortune was short lived, as he soon
>realized that good fortune had also smiled on the evil
>darkness that now surround the seven warriors. As he
>wiped the sweat from his eyes, the clarity of what he
>saw shook him to the core and the hair on the back of
>his neck stood at attention as he look to the horizan
>and as far a he could see was the hills and valleys
>being consumed with a mass of undulating crawling
>blackness of pure evil coming down to give him the
>fight of his life. As his comrades at arms stood
>waiting just as he was, he realized that this was not
>going to be easy. As they stood surrounded the lead,
>he assumed from his size and walk of athourity, came
>toward him. The monster asked, "Who is your leader?".
>Our hero stood taller letting his sword falter just a
>little and said," I am. Who might you be?" "I am the
>leader of my tribe and i come to give you this one
>warning. Move your puny fellow humans from this place
>or be wiped out." "And why should we move out?! It is
>you who have come to our home." The massive monster
>just burst into what could be called laughter. "What
>does it matter puny human?? Be gone!" The monster
>raised his arms and what seemed to be in a flash of
>light, his world turned to darkness. He awoke with a
>start, drawing his sword, completely disoriented.
>Gaining his bearings, he noted that his fellow
>comrades were with him in a field, rain pouring down
>with no monsters in sight. But this didn't look like
>his homeland. The warrior who had been strung up at
>the house, his friend was already awake, sitting on a
>large rock and seemed to be in deep thought. As our
>warrior approached, the friend said, "These monsters
>have the upper hand.... they have special magic...
>what are we going to do now?" .... "We are going to
>do what we do best. Find out where we are and how to
>get back to our homes." As his other comrades awoke
>one by one they started to relize that there
>surroundings where nothing like there home. It was
>barren, the rain seemed to have a slight sting to it,
>and the air smelled of death and smoke. As the rain
>bounded they moved towards what seemed to be a light
>way in the distance, but as they grew nearer it
>appeared the light was coming from what appeared to be
>a city, or what was left of one. Bodies littered the
>ground and almost every building was either burned to
>ashes or buring. All but one. This building had a
>magic feel to it. As they grew nearer to it..our
>warrior noticed the pristine appearance of the
>seemingly untouch structure standing alone surrounded
>by a wasteland of total distruction.
>He approached the huge gated door with a great deal of
>trepidation as he reached out to touch the door a
>voice behind him reminded him be careful. He turned to
>ackowledge the voice with a nod of agreement only to
>turn back around to see his hand disappear before him.
>Feeling no pain, and a puzzled look on his face he
>reached even further in to touch the door. Thinking he
>should have already touched the door, less than half an
>arms length away as more of his arm disappeared the
>further he reached. All of a sudden he felt something
>grab his hand and was pulling him in, fighting only
>briefly seeing it was futile to resist he was pulled
>into the what appeared to be a vapor like barrier,
>free of any elemental or sensual anomalies he imerged
>into a great valuted room.
>The pressures on his hand and arm gone now as he
>notice the slight pressure now in the middle of his
>back. Wheeling around taking a fighting stance to
>defend himself, he noitced his weapon had been removed
>and a crystal sphere had taken its place. Full of
>colours and warm to the touch a voice emanated from
>it,"prepare yourself, for it is your destiny to mend
>was has happen here today, look up and find me as I
>have been deemed your counsul for the journeys you are
>to undertake". Our warrior slowly gazed upward to find
>he was staring into the eyes of a ......


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