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Right after their meeting, Barros and Yorg moved to a wooden inn. All the tables were empty, except for one, at the back of the room. A dwarf, a man and an elf were seating there. It seems that they were waiting for the druids and his companion, in view of the wine cup putted on the table.
"Take a place Yorg said Barros
- At last !! told the dwarf
- Herzog almost finished a whole barrel continued the man
- Yorg left Bareg a week after all of you. And he travelled faster than you ... answered the druid Yorg, let me introduce Herzog, the captain of Kern Or...
-I'm glad to see the brother of the Lord said the dwarf
-And you already recognised our 2 last companions ...
-Yes, answered Yorg, Baldin, the King of Baering, and Valeer, the King of the elves
-Right so told Valeer
-Alright started Barros,as you all know, the Orc menace is the reason why you are all here. The war is close ... and it will be destructive. Worse than the Great War ... This time, it may no be the men, the dwarfs, the elves and the druids agaisnt the orcs. Only 2 men nations, the dwarfs and I are ready for this war. The elves will stay neutral, and the 2 other men nation will maybe join the orcs, to gain more territory. Without the support of all the non-orcish nations, the war will turn to a massacre ...
-So you're tellig us that all is already lost ? asked Baldin
-No, not everything. The Galigans and the dwarfs are already ready, waiting at the East frontier. And Baldin's men are already moving. But if the Rahimins and the Confederation join the orcs, our army could be surrounded. That's the reason why we have to convince the Rahimins, the Confederation to join our side
-The elves too supposed Valeer
-Yes, the elves too
-But Barros, you know that it is impossible ! said the elf I tried for over a month to convince the council. As the King, I can only bring my personnal army. But 500 men will never be enough ...
Don't worry Valeer answered the druid I choosed all of you because of your abilities. Herzog is a daredevil warrior, Yorg is a skilled ranger, Baldin and Valeer are born leaders. With me, we will be the fives defenders of Belehra. This role was played by the druids, but as you know, I'm the last one. So you will help me. I will grant to all of you a little bit of magic...
-What kind of magic ? asked Yorg
-Protective magic. It will be really hard to kill you, and you will heal faster than usual. And you will not be disturbed by dark magic... We will move tomorrow. Valeer will come with me to convince the Confederation. Yorg, Herzog and Baldin, you will travel to the elves kingdom, with the same task...
-No, not the elves ! Yelled Herzog I can not feel them !
- I don't think that it would be a good idea to send this stinky dwarfs to my kingdom told the elf
- Stop this squabble ! cutted Barros You will have to loose your prejudice for this war.Good luck everybody, and be carefull of the orcs...
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Week No: 33
Theme: Chapter 3
Category: Storytelling
A Summer Afternoon by James Whitcomb Riley
A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze,
With labored respiration, moves the wheat
From distant reaches, till the golden seas
Break in crisp whispers at my feet.
My book, neglected of an idle mind,
Hides for a moment from the eyes of men;
Or lightly opened by a critic wind,
Affrightedly reviews itself again.
Off through the haze that dances in the shine
The warm sun showers in the open glade,
The forest lies, a silhouette design
Dimmed through and through with shade.
A dreamy day; and tranquilly I lie
At anchor from all storms of mental strain;
With absent vision, gazing at the sky,
"Like one that hears it rain."
The Katydid, so boisterous last night,
Clinging, inverted, in uneasy poise,
Beneath a wheat-blade, has forgotten quite
If "Katy DID or DIDN'T" make a noise.
The twitter, sometimes, of a wayward bird
That checks the song abruptly at the sound,
And mildly, chiding echoes that have stirred,
Sink into silence, all the more profound.
And drowsily I hear the plaintive strain
Of some poor dove . . . Why, I can scarcely keep
My heavy eyelids--there it is again--
"Coo-coo!"--I mustn't--"Coo-coo!"--fall asleep!
So… Everyone saw me falling down beasts castle. They collected my body and gave me a proper funeral. What they didn´t know was that I wasn´t really dead. I couldn´t stand the thought of the world having to miss this handsome face. So long before I faced beast in our epic battle, I made sure there would always be a small fragment of me on this planet that would bind me to it. It´s quite dark, they call it a Horcrux. I won´t go into detail to much but it was a royal pain to make one. Since I always carried my Horcrux around my family buried me with it. After a few days the part of soul in my Horcrux left it´s body and entered mine. Bringing me back to life. Now with the power of the crystals I shall bring back some of the people who were laid to rest in the same tombe as me. I will finally have my revenge on Belle and her Beast!
~ Muahahaha Gaston
I suppose the story of my life could be divided into Chapters. Some are longer, some are shorter. The earlier chapters are just brief interludes here and there as I ended up in nearly 20 different countries before I was nine years old. This one is Chapter 7. I’ve jumped ahead a bit in my story telling because this one was a bit more interesting. In fact it was already written up in a book 40 years ago, my Merchant Navy Deck Officer Training Record Book. It was written up by Captains, Chief Engineers, Chief officers with the odd entry by Radio Officers as I completed levels of competency and training for different tasks and responsibilities as an apprentice Navigator and Deck Officer.
So the record book was extremely important and as a new cadet I made a cover for it out of navigational paper to protect it as it accompanied me everywhere we went round the world for over four years. My picture shows how I decorated it with tiny black felt tip profiles of the ships I sailed on. “Sevonia Team”, “Wellpark”, “Loch Lomond”, “Conon Forest”, “Coastal Corpus Christi” and “Nordic Clansman”
I was just 19, n-n-n-n-nineteen, really still a boy, like those who went to fight in Vietnam. Little did I know that my adventures would connect me to Vietnam for another saga. In fact my first act of great responsibility was on Christmas Day, 1977, when I accompanied the Chief Officer on night time bridge watch. I had arrived on the ship in the searing daytime heat in Kharg Island, Persian Gulf, the day before on Christmas Eve after an epic journey from home….no, a nightmare journey on my own from Caithness in the extreme north of dark and freezing Scotland: a five hour train jouney down to Inverness, overnight sleeper to Glasgow, flight to London, brief kip in a hotel at Heathrow, flight to Athens, and then diverted to Tehran on the third night of travelling. From Tehran I caught a flight back to Abadan in Iran, where I managed a few hours sleep in a hotel before catching another flight to Kharg Island oil terminal in the middle of the Persian Gulf.
But the ship was already fully laden with 100,000 tonnes of highly flammable light oil and naphtha and by the end of Christmas Day we set sail for Whangarei in New Zealand. I must admit the ways in which we, as a small contingent of 12 British Officers and cadets, managed to amuse ourselves over extended periods at sea has faded somewhat from my memory, but I do remember I never felt bored, and that alcohol played a significant part in keeping us happy (But I think the adventure and anticipation of what was over the horizon always kept me eager). To those who have lived such a life it will be no surprise that the young Chief Officer I was on watch with had drunk far too much by Christmas night. After all he had worked solidly for three days on cargo loading operations in that heat with no sleep, and with it falling on Christmas had felt he deserved some refreshment and a nap. That meant he fell into a drunken sleep in no time. And so, my first responsibility, with no training whatsoever, was to be in charge of 150,000 tons of floating bomb as it left the Straits of Hormuz behind and headed into the Gulf of Oman. My instructions were simple. Stay awake and if I saw another ship coming our way to try to shake the Chief Officer into life. It was just the start of a chapter of my life that included great travel, adventure, considerable danger and alot of fun, literally all across the globe.
Trip 1: "Sevonia Team" 103,000 tonne dwt oil/bulk/ore carrier. Kharg Island, Iran - Whangarei, New Zealand - San Nicholas, Peru - Pohang, South Korea - Port Dampier, NW Australia - via Cape of Good Hope, South Africa - Gijon, Spain
Trip 2: "Wellpark" 30,000 tonne dwt bulk carrier: Bahia Blanca, South Argentina - Port Elizabeth, South Africa - Kaohsiung, Taiwan - Ulsan, South Korea - Moji, Japan - Kunsan, South Korea - Hong Kong via Suez Canal to Lisbon, Portugal - Rotterdam, Netherlands
Trip 3: "Loch Lomond" 10,000 tonne dwt reefer/banana ship; Long Beach, California - Puerto Armuelles, Panama - Long Beach, USA - Golfito, Costa Rica - Panama Canal - Puerto Limon, Costa Rica - Le Havre, France - Antwerp, Belgium - Rotterdam, Netherlands - Brownsville, Texas - Hamburg, Germany - Gdansk, Poland - Sheerness, UK
Trip 4: " Conon Forest" (Havrais) 28,000 tonne dwt container ship: Tilbury, UK - Pisa, Italy - Suez Canal - Jeddah, Saudi Arabia - Dubai, UAE - Bahrain - Dammam, Saudi Arabia - Kuwait - Le Havre, France - Antwerp, Belgium - Hamburg, Germany - Gothenburg, Sweden
Trip 5: "Coastal Corpus Christi" 340,000 tonne dwt ULCC (Ultra Large Crude Carrier): Loch Striven, Scotland - Lisbon, Portugal - Flushing, Netherlands - Cape Town, South Africa - Aruba, Dutch Antilles
Trip 6: "Nordic Clansman" 248,000 tonne dwt VLCC (Very Large Crude carrier): Palermo, Sicily - Suez Canal - Ras Al Kaimah, / Ras Tanura, bla, bla, bla, Saudi Arabia
OK my mind blurs a bit. One oil terminal or port in the Persian Gulf looked much the same as another. The frequency of docking in European ports became mundane, but it was the long voyages deep into the Southern hemisphere from one side of the South Atlantic through near southern ocean's storms to the other side, and balmy days sailing 16000 km in a straight line across the Pacific, or across the Indian Ocean or South China Sea that gave me life long memories.
If anyone ever said they were thinking of going to sea, for travel, adventure and to explore the world I would say, "Go!" There is no better way to see it. But please, not on a cruise ship.
Non quero entrar. Este inverno ha ser frío dentro e fóra. Hei arder no inferno de todos xeitos.
Díxenche que habería estar aquí contigo, a soas, no momento máis difícil e en tódolos demáis. Ti, eu. A carón do horizonte que non existe.
E imaxino que as pegadas xa foron borradas pola neve que me acaricia, folerpa si e tamén, na pel que deixo ó ar destes días sen luz.
Aquí queda a miña verdade, agora debería marchar máis aló do que esta porta permite ver.
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Noccio and I met up with Alice and the March Hare back at our castle. So glad she listened and stayed inside the castle. I don´t know what I´d do if something were to happen to her. March Hare told us it was time for us to meet the members of the High Supreme Council. He asked for Alice´s help transporting all of us to the Council. When I asked him to elaborate he told us that Alice is a troubadour which means she has the power to create portals between worlds. That means she was speaking the truth about falling through a looking glass and going Wonderland. My parents thought she made the whole story up…
We gathered hands and a flash of bright light appeared and as soon as we could see again we found ourselves in a very well lit round room with stained glass windows everywhere. There was little to no furniture in the room except for a judge bench. Behind the bench were a lot of people. March Hare started speaking. At first he introduced Noccio, Alice and I to the people behind the bench. After that he told us the High Supreme Council consists of beings that exist in more than one dimension at the same time. As long as there are people who believe they exist, they exist and are granted with great powers. As soon as people stop believing they cease to exist. After that he started introducing each member of the council.
From left to right there was Santa Clause with one of his helper elves, Father Time, Cupid, the Tooth Fairy, Old Man Hallow, Mr. Sandman, The Easter Bunny (we´ve come to know him as the March Hare), Mother Earth, the Grimm Reaper, the Creeper, Jack Frost and last but not least their secretary Miss Pennyworth.
The Sandman started approached the bench and started speaking directly towards me. Aurora, you were once under a sleeping spell, a prisoner in my domain of dreams and nightmares. After being freed from that spell by true loves first kiss you did the most unthinkable thing known to magic kind up to day. You cursed the one who freed from the sleeping spell. You cursed your prince. For reasons we do not know and we may never come to understand. Destiny bonded you together, why break that bond? In order for your prince to get his happy ever after, we the High Supreme Council, order you to set him free so he may try to find someone who is able to break his curse through true loves first kiss. Do what is right and you may to find new happiness.
After that the Tooth Fairy approached the bench. We´ve met her before, she goes by the name of the White Witch, the Blue Fairy and one of her other aliases is the Tooth Fairy. She spoke to Noccio. Noccio, a long time ago I gave a tiny little puppet made out pine life and promised him he one day could become a real boy as long as he proved himself to be brave, truthful and unselfish. The puppet earned it to become a boy. The boy grew out to a man and the man turned out to be a lying, selfish coward. I regretted granting you life in the first place, let alone turning you into a real boy. That´s why I turned you back into a puppet and if it wasn´t for Aurora and Alice you would have grown into a nice big tree. You stuck with the two girls, guided and protected them during their travels and you did it all out of gratitude, well at first. You truly are proving yourself to be a real man. Keep impressing me and I might just consider turning you back into a man.
Last member to approach the bench was the March Hare. He spoke to Alice. Somewhere in your parents castle there is a hidden room. It was previously used to store all the spinning wheels in the kingdom to prevent Aurora pricking her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die. Amongst all the spinning wheels there was one other piece of furniture. A throne made out of a single piece of crystal, called the Crystal Throne. It possesses a great amount of magic. The throne works like a scale. If it is seated by someone pure of heart the scale tips towards the side of the good. If the throne is seated by someone with a dark heart the scale will tip toward the dark side. The throne has to be seated at all time otherwise the balance gets lost. Your father traveled the country far wide to search for someone very special to sit on the throne. Eventually he found someone called Humpty Dumpty. A walking living egg. Because it is undecided whether or not the creature inside an egg is good or bad the scale will sit in balance. Meaning everyone gets to choose their own faith and their own path. Once the scale tips to either sides balance get disrupted and only the dominant side will prevail. While each one of royal family went out looking for alliances to help them with the upcoming battle I took Alice on a quest to find fellow Troubadours. It turns out Alice already met three other Troubadours during her travels when she fell through the rabbit hole. Wendy Darling, Lucy Pevensie and Dorothy Gale. We got a completely different task for the four of you.
"I can't believe we bought all this by using our phones, Steve."
"The 21st Century sure is an amazing time, Bucky."
Steven : Kiss her !
Ford : Finaly !
Steven : Everybody stand up and applause Ford and Ashley Ventury !
Charles arrives for his date with Rose, landing gear up high making sure she cannot miss his beautiful blue feet. (Yes, not the best image, but I must be true to the story line and courtship rituals ;) )
“There are so many things Blair doesn’t get about me, so many things she ultimately overlooked, and things that she would never know, and there would always be a distance between us because there were too many shadows everywhere. Had she ever made promises to a faithless reflection in the mirror? Had she ever cried because she hated someone so much? Had she ever craved betrayal to the point where she pushed the crudest fantasies into reality, coming up with sequences that she and nobody else could read, moving the game as you play it? Could she locate the moment she went dead inside? Does she remember the year it took to become that way? The fades, the dissolves, the rewritten scenes, all the things you wipe away—I now want to explain all these things to her but I know I never will, the most important one being: I never liked anyone and I’m afraid of people.”
― Bret Easton Ellis, Imperial Bedrooms
Just going to read a chapter of my current book!
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I love it when a plan comes together! Everyone is doing their best to gather an as big as possible army. Maleficent will be catching a bunch of manbats for aerial attacks. Gaston is awakening the dead in the towns cemetery. Jafar went to a desert valley called the valley of the kings, to awaken some desert mummies. Ursula recruited all the Disney outcasts from the bottom of the ocean for battles on the sea. Hook went back to a cave filled with inferi he once came across and tried to make them obey his bidding. I went to visit a friend of mine who happens to be one of the only female orcs in the world. She is building me an army of orcs. It would go a lot faster if she allowed her daughter to reproduce… With the help of the Crystals she will be able to reproduce much more and much faster. She´ll be so excited when I tell her she is going to be mass producing babies! After that we will finally be able to attack the Royal Castle and get our hands on the Crystal Throne!
So siked, Grimhilde!