Apparently after so long Fal here finally submitted his post. Its quite long. Apparently there are gonna be more posts in future about the adventures of this group. Yea.
You all know how everytime a guest speaker posts i tell you all in advance that it has nothing to do with me?
It applies alot more now. I have NOTHING, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, to do with this. See Fal was so kind to do a post and i really should not edit the contents or not post it so... remember if someone needs to be killed for this, get him =D.
It was white all around them. Fal Ohmsford took out a pair of shades from his windbreaker jacket and put them on. Fal, Locky, Zac, Banes and Zharlez stood on a cliff overlooking the serenity of the Alpine Mountains.
Fal unsheathed a long narrow sword. The ancient runes carved on the side of the blades depicted the stories of those who once wielded the legendary sword.
Fal uttered the ancient seals that would unlock the hidden secrets behind the mysterious weapon: κοτόπουλο ρύζι
Light burst forth from the sword. The heavens seemed to open… the dimension barrier ripped open before the party. The air around them was heavily distorted, and time seemed to be at a standstill.
‘Let’s go.’
They stepped through the gateway, and the opening to the Shannara realm closed behind them.
‘Where are we (puns intended)?’ asked Zharlez (puns intended).
‘We are in the link between the different dimensions (puns intended). Whenever we speak or do an action, the words ‘puns intended’ will appear in brackets (puns intended). Please don’t ask why (puns intended)’, explained Fal (puns intended).
‘Why can’t I ask why (puns intended)?’ Zharlez asked (puns intended).
‘Because it’ll cause the STUPID WORDS IN BRACKETS TO APPEAR (puns intended)!!!’ exclaimed Zac (puns intended).
‘Oh, I see… (puns intended)’ Locky said (puns intended).
‘Can we go now (puns intended)? I’ve enough of this (puns intended).’ Fal led the way down the narrow path, towards a tiny source of light at the end (puns intended).
At the end of the passageway, there was a door that stood slightly ajar, shedding light onto the otherwise dark corridor (puns intended). One by one, they stepped through the door (puns intended).
/* comment line: for those who use dev c + + you should understand. A comment line does not affect the programme you are writing, but it just tells you what the programme or coding does. So this comment line aims to explain to you what goes on in the shadowy realm of Punnara (pun intended). The catch-phrase ‘(puns intended)’ will no longer appear, as this is Punnara, and we, being kind members of the public, would like to help you save your time, which you should now be using to study for the End Of Years examinations. Oh, by the way, you have been warned, brothers. Warner brothers (pun seriously intended).
Zharlez awoke with a start. He looked around him. Locky, Banes and Zac lay at his sides. The grass they were lying on felt soft, and the clouds lay motionless in the sky. Zharlez felt a soothing calm easing through his body. Banes sat up beside him.
‘Nice place, eh?’ Banes asked.
‘Yea…’ Zharlez replied, his voice drifting off as he glanced across the horizon.
‘Do you miss her?’ Banes asked, in a small low voice, looking hard into Zharlez’ eyes.
‘I still cry every night’, Zharlez barely dared to reply even his best friend, the only one who understood how it was like as the only Druid left standing, or rather, sitting now on the soft, luscious grass.
A shadowy figure approached them. On closer inspection, it seemed to be Fal. Fal threw off his thick bloodstained overcoat. In his gloved hands he held a sachet and a small crystalline vial, filled to the brim with a silvery liquid.
‘Where did you go?’ Banes asked, looking up.
Fal handed Banes the sachet and the tiny vial. ‘Here, I collected these while you were still stirring.’
Banes opened the sachet. It contained a few beautiful, white flowers that gave off a wondrous scent. ‘What are these?’
‘These are flowers from the Angelic Betrayal plant. They only bloom naturally in the Punnara dimension. When the flower is ground and mixed with the contents of that vial, it is rumoured to be able to bring a lost soul back’, Fal told them.
‘What’s in the bottle?’ asked Zharlez, tilting it slightly from side to side.
‘Blood from a silver dragon’, Fal said, glancing at his blood stained cloak. ‘I had to search for several days, killing a few other dragons in the process. It seems that silver dragons are very rare, even here, in Punnara.’
Zharlez looked up, startled. ‘Several days? Have we been sleeping for that long?’
‘Well, I guess you could call it jet lag’, Fal joked.
‘Does this mean we can resurrect Levia?’ Zharlez asked, seriousness creeping into his voice.
‘I’m betting on it’, Fal said.
‘Betting on what?’ Locky asked, apparently awoken from his sleep.
‘Fal gathered some flowers and dragon’s blood. It apparently has the ability to bring back lost souls’, Banes explained.
‘Oh my goodness! Really? Great going, guys!’ Locky exclaimed, as he leaped up in excitement.
‘So can you tell us why we are here again?’ Banes asked.
‘Drongy’s eagle has revealed itself. It usually resides under Drongy’s golf buggy, but became hungry after its master’s death, and began destroying nearby villages in search of food’, Zharlez explained. ‘It has a magic feather down that resists magic attacks and even weapon damage.’
‘However, this magic down can be shattered with the combined power of the seven powerful Arks of Legends. These artifacts were last used in battle against Guan-Lin-The-Ultra-Man. Six were then hidden in various locations in the Punnara realm so they could be easily retrieved whenever needed. The last Ark of Legends, the Valiant Lineage, was passed down to me by my grandfather, the guardian of the dimensions’, continued Fal.
‘Where do we start, then?’ Zac asked, stirring from his sleep.
‘Here’, Fal said, gesturing around them.
The grass rustled in the wind. Fal drew his sword. Dark clouds gathered overhead. Lightning flashed before them.
A long, polished oak staff materialised from thin air and glided into Zharlez’ hands. The ancient runes carved into the wood shone brightly in the darkness that encircled them. Lightning flew from the end of the oak staff, and the sky cleared instantaneously.
‘Onerous Equity, the staff of lightning’, Fal recited.
The oak staff felt light in his hands. A long narrow blade sat and the end of the staff, and the magic artifact glowed with a mysterious light.
‘What’s next?’ Zac asked.
‘It’s getting dark. Let’s camp for the night’, Locky suggested.
The rest of the evening was uneventful, and night fell. Night in Punnara was nothing like in the Shannara realm. A cool wind blew across the fields, and there was an unsettling silence. Zac sat before a miniature stove, positioned above a few pieces of burning coal. A brilliant scent wafted from the champagne-coloured draught in the stove.
‘Is it ready?’ Banes asked in a low voice, from behind Zac.
‘It’s nearly done.’ Zac gave the potion a final gentle stir.
The potion shimmered lightly and turned into a bright shade of scarlet Zac lifted the stove and poured the contents into a diminutive vial.
‘Who is taking this potion back to Shannara?’ Zac asked, lifting the vial to his eyes and examining the contents closely.
‘Zharlez’, Fal said, reappearing from the shadows. ‘He has recovered one of the Ark of Legends, combined with his high levels of skill, he should be safe.’
Zharlez walked over, taking the vial from Zac. He was robed in clean, white overalls. The staff rested in his gloved hands, still emitting a radiant glow.
‘I’m ready’, he said.
Fal created an opening in the dimension barrier, and Zharlez stepped in, the gateway vanishing after him.
Fal sheathed his sword. ‘Let’s rest for today.’
* * * * *
Zharlez stepped into the Shannara realm. It was still night. Moonlight shone vibrantly through the trees. He was at the right place.
Zharlez walked through the trees. The yielding grass muffled his swift steps. He knew where he was headed; he had been here before.
A giant oak loomed before him. He broke into a run.
A young girl lay slouched in the cool shade of the colossal entity. Her face was pale and colour had faded from her lips. Even so, her beauty still reached out to those around her.
Zharlez knelt down before her, retrieving the vial from his pocket. Crimson burned from within the unseemly brew. Zharlez uncorked the vial, trickling the potion slowly through her lips. Zharlez watched with an unrepressed anxiety.
Her eyes flicked open. She was still frail, but Zharlez watched as the draught rapidly restored her energy.
As she sat up slowly, her striking eyes met Zharlez’.
Zharlez knew this was going to be an unforgettable night.
- To Be Continued -
You all know how everytime a guest speaker posts i tell you all in advance that it has nothing to do with me?
It applies alot more now. I have NOTHING, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, to do with this. See Fal was so kind to do a post and i really should not edit the contents or not post it so... remember if someone needs to be killed for this, get him =D.
It was white all around them. Fal Ohmsford took out a pair of shades from his windbreaker jacket and put them on. Fal, Locky, Zac, Banes and Zharlez stood on a cliff overlooking the serenity of the Alpine Mountains.
Fal unsheathed a long narrow sword. The ancient runes carved on the side of the blades depicted the stories of those who once wielded the legendary sword.
Fal uttered the ancient seals that would unlock the hidden secrets behind the mysterious weapon: κοτόπουλο ρύζι
Light burst forth from the sword. The heavens seemed to open… the dimension barrier ripped open before the party. The air around them was heavily distorted, and time seemed to be at a standstill.
‘Let’s go.’
They stepped through the gateway, and the opening to the Shannara realm closed behind them.
‘Where are we (puns intended)?’ asked Zharlez (puns intended).
‘We are in the link between the different dimensions (puns intended). Whenever we speak or do an action, the words ‘puns intended’ will appear in brackets (puns intended). Please don’t ask why (puns intended)’, explained Fal (puns intended).
‘Why can’t I ask why (puns intended)?’ Zharlez asked (puns intended).
‘Because it’ll cause the STUPID WORDS IN BRACKETS TO APPEAR (puns intended)!!!’ exclaimed Zac (puns intended).
‘Oh, I see… (puns intended)’ Locky said (puns intended).
‘Can we go now (puns intended)? I’ve enough of this (puns intended).’ Fal led the way down the narrow path, towards a tiny source of light at the end (puns intended).
At the end of the passageway, there was a door that stood slightly ajar, shedding light onto the otherwise dark corridor (puns intended). One by one, they stepped through the door (puns intended).
/* comment line: for those who use dev c + + you should understand. A comment line does not affect the programme you are writing, but it just tells you what the programme or coding does. So this comment line aims to explain to you what goes on in the shadowy realm of Punnara (pun intended). The catch-phrase ‘(puns intended)’ will no longer appear, as this is Punnara, and we, being kind members of the public, would like to help you save your time, which you should now be using to study for the End Of Years examinations. Oh, by the way, you have been warned, brothers. Warner brothers (pun seriously intended).
Zharlez awoke with a start. He looked around him. Locky, Banes and Zac lay at his sides. The grass they were lying on felt soft, and the clouds lay motionless in the sky. Zharlez felt a soothing calm easing through his body. Banes sat up beside him.
‘Nice place, eh?’ Banes asked.
‘Yea…’ Zharlez replied, his voice drifting off as he glanced across the horizon.
‘Do you miss her?’ Banes asked, in a small low voice, looking hard into Zharlez’ eyes.
‘I still cry every night’, Zharlez barely dared to reply even his best friend, the only one who understood how it was like as the only Druid left standing, or rather, sitting now on the soft, luscious grass.
A shadowy figure approached them. On closer inspection, it seemed to be Fal. Fal threw off his thick bloodstained overcoat. In his gloved hands he held a sachet and a small crystalline vial, filled to the brim with a silvery liquid.
‘Where did you go?’ Banes asked, looking up.
Fal handed Banes the sachet and the tiny vial. ‘Here, I collected these while you were still stirring.’
Banes opened the sachet. It contained a few beautiful, white flowers that gave off a wondrous scent. ‘What are these?’
‘These are flowers from the Angelic Betrayal plant. They only bloom naturally in the Punnara dimension. When the flower is ground and mixed with the contents of that vial, it is rumoured to be able to bring a lost soul back’, Fal told them.
‘What’s in the bottle?’ asked Zharlez, tilting it slightly from side to side.
‘Blood from a silver dragon’, Fal said, glancing at his blood stained cloak. ‘I had to search for several days, killing a few other dragons in the process. It seems that silver dragons are very rare, even here, in Punnara.’
Zharlez looked up, startled. ‘Several days? Have we been sleeping for that long?’
‘Well, I guess you could call it jet lag’, Fal joked.
‘Does this mean we can resurrect Levia?’ Zharlez asked, seriousness creeping into his voice.
‘I’m betting on it’, Fal said.
‘Betting on what?’ Locky asked, apparently awoken from his sleep.
‘Fal gathered some flowers and dragon’s blood. It apparently has the ability to bring back lost souls’, Banes explained.
‘Oh my goodness! Really? Great going, guys!’ Locky exclaimed, as he leaped up in excitement.
‘So can you tell us why we are here again?’ Banes asked.
‘Drongy’s eagle has revealed itself. It usually resides under Drongy’s golf buggy, but became hungry after its master’s death, and began destroying nearby villages in search of food’, Zharlez explained. ‘It has a magic feather down that resists magic attacks and even weapon damage.’
‘However, this magic down can be shattered with the combined power of the seven powerful Arks of Legends. These artifacts were last used in battle against Guan-Lin-The-Ultra-Man. Six were then hidden in various locations in the Punnara realm so they could be easily retrieved whenever needed. The last Ark of Legends, the Valiant Lineage, was passed down to me by my grandfather, the guardian of the dimensions’, continued Fal.
‘Where do we start, then?’ Zac asked, stirring from his sleep.
‘Here’, Fal said, gesturing around them.
The grass rustled in the wind. Fal drew his sword. Dark clouds gathered overhead. Lightning flashed before them.
A long, polished oak staff materialised from thin air and glided into Zharlez’ hands. The ancient runes carved into the wood shone brightly in the darkness that encircled them. Lightning flew from the end of the oak staff, and the sky cleared instantaneously.
‘Onerous Equity, the staff of lightning’, Fal recited.
The oak staff felt light in his hands. A long narrow blade sat and the end of the staff, and the magic artifact glowed with a mysterious light.
‘What’s next?’ Zac asked.
‘It’s getting dark. Let’s camp for the night’, Locky suggested.
The rest of the evening was uneventful, and night fell. Night in Punnara was nothing like in the Shannara realm. A cool wind blew across the fields, and there was an unsettling silence. Zac sat before a miniature stove, positioned above a few pieces of burning coal. A brilliant scent wafted from the champagne-coloured draught in the stove.
‘Is it ready?’ Banes asked in a low voice, from behind Zac.
‘It’s nearly done.’ Zac gave the potion a final gentle stir.
The potion shimmered lightly and turned into a bright shade of scarlet Zac lifted the stove and poured the contents into a diminutive vial.
‘Who is taking this potion back to Shannara?’ Zac asked, lifting the vial to his eyes and examining the contents closely.
‘Zharlez’, Fal said, reappearing from the shadows. ‘He has recovered one of the Ark of Legends, combined with his high levels of skill, he should be safe.’
Zharlez walked over, taking the vial from Zac. He was robed in clean, white overalls. The staff rested in his gloved hands, still emitting a radiant glow.
‘I’m ready’, he said.
Fal created an opening in the dimension barrier, and Zharlez stepped in, the gateway vanishing after him.
Fal sheathed his sword. ‘Let’s rest for today.’
* * * * *
Zharlez stepped into the Shannara realm. It was still night. Moonlight shone vibrantly through the trees. He was at the right place.
Zharlez walked through the trees. The yielding grass muffled his swift steps. He knew where he was headed; he had been here before.
A giant oak loomed before him. He broke into a run.
A young girl lay slouched in the cool shade of the colossal entity. Her face was pale and colour had faded from her lips. Even so, her beauty still reached out to those around her.
Zharlez knelt down before her, retrieving the vial from his pocket. Crimson burned from within the unseemly brew. Zharlez uncorked the vial, trickling the potion slowly through her lips. Zharlez watched with an unrepressed anxiety.
Her eyes flicked open. She was still frail, but Zharlez watched as the draught rapidly restored her energy.
As she sat up slowly, her striking eyes met Zharlez’.
Zharlez knew this was going to be an unforgettable night.
- To Be Continued -