Post by Zodiac on Mar 31, 2007 15:25:31 GMT -5
ok heres the first part of it and i hope it's liked.
The Hunting of the Hunters
In a time when demons and angels, Vampires and Lycanthropes, there was chaos, endless chaos. The upper world, Tegnokula was ruled by the king of the other one, the underworld. Humans were nothing but tools to use in slavery and feeding. The king stayed in the underworld and his generals ruled in Tegnokula. They had the keys it was them that held the power and them who could enter the underworld through means of the gate in which the Guardian of the underworld, Makeatutara. Even after death there was no peace for once you finished in one world you went to the other. Life was the only thing important to humans then nobody cared about this person or that person, only for themselves. The people had lost hope of ever escaping from the King and his minions until one of their own turned on them. His name was Altus, one of the kings’ generals, turned on his own kind. With his swords and his powers given to him bye the king. He Defeated the Guardian Makeatutara and sealed off the immortals in their hellish realm for all time. That is until now.
Ithlan wandered the sewers looking for what should have been the entrance to the empty mall. By now the Twin Swords he had at his right hip were starting to hurt. Now how was he supposed to use an entrance when it wasn’t where it was supposed to be? Ithlan Looked at the solid brick wall and glared. “COME ON, SOMEONE, ANYONE, OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR” he shouted. He was getting very frustrated with this wall and not to mention what he was going to do to the person that had told him about it. He turned and looked around for anyone that might no something and felt stupid right away. He was in a bloody sewer who in their right minds enters a sewer, especially alone. I would he thought that’s why I’m standing in some ones’ year old waste! How had he gotten himself into this he thought what insanity had driven him to enter a friggen sewer just to enter a mall! He was getting angrier and angrier every waking minute. “If this door doesn’t open soon or if Fleece doesn’t get here soon I’m going to rip out my eyes and feed them to a werewolf!” he said almost wishing he could. Then from out of no where a voice called “will you stop you whining that’s all you do whine, whine, whine get a grip on yourself”. The voice was Fleece who as usual had been late and was now making him even angrier. ”What took you so long?” He Snapped at her. “Oh calm down Ithlan, it’s not like you’ve neve… wait never mind you’re always on time, how boring” Fleece replied with the usual shot at him. “Hahaha very funny, now that you’ve had your laugh will you please open this damn door?” he pleaded not wanting to stand in the muck anymore. “Oh fine, you fine spoil sport” she said then turned to the wall. After a few minutes of looking at it she push a brick in here and one there. A grinding sound came from inside the wall and Fleece stepped back. “Are you happy now” she teased.
and keep in mind i wrote this in an hour.
The Hunting of the Hunters
In a time when demons and angels, Vampires and Lycanthropes, there was chaos, endless chaos. The upper world, Tegnokula was ruled by the king of the other one, the underworld. Humans were nothing but tools to use in slavery and feeding. The king stayed in the underworld and his generals ruled in Tegnokula. They had the keys it was them that held the power and them who could enter the underworld through means of the gate in which the Guardian of the underworld, Makeatutara. Even after death there was no peace for once you finished in one world you went to the other. Life was the only thing important to humans then nobody cared about this person or that person, only for themselves. The people had lost hope of ever escaping from the King and his minions until one of their own turned on them. His name was Altus, one of the kings’ generals, turned on his own kind. With his swords and his powers given to him bye the king. He Defeated the Guardian Makeatutara and sealed off the immortals in their hellish realm for all time. That is until now.
Ithlan wandered the sewers looking for what should have been the entrance to the empty mall. By now the Twin Swords he had at his right hip were starting to hurt. Now how was he supposed to use an entrance when it wasn’t where it was supposed to be? Ithlan Looked at the solid brick wall and glared. “COME ON, SOMEONE, ANYONE, OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR” he shouted. He was getting very frustrated with this wall and not to mention what he was going to do to the person that had told him about it. He turned and looked around for anyone that might no something and felt stupid right away. He was in a bloody sewer who in their right minds enters a sewer, especially alone. I would he thought that’s why I’m standing in some ones’ year old waste! How had he gotten himself into this he thought what insanity had driven him to enter a friggen sewer just to enter a mall! He was getting angrier and angrier every waking minute. “If this door doesn’t open soon or if Fleece doesn’t get here soon I’m going to rip out my eyes and feed them to a werewolf!” he said almost wishing he could. Then from out of no where a voice called “will you stop you whining that’s all you do whine, whine, whine get a grip on yourself”. The voice was Fleece who as usual had been late and was now making him even angrier. ”What took you so long?” He Snapped at her. “Oh calm down Ithlan, it’s not like you’ve neve… wait never mind you’re always on time, how boring” Fleece replied with the usual shot at him. “Hahaha very funny, now that you’ve had your laugh will you please open this damn door?” he pleaded not wanting to stand in the muck anymore. “Oh fine, you fine spoil sport” she said then turned to the wall. After a few minutes of looking at it she push a brick in here and one there. A grinding sound came from inside the wall and Fleece stepped back. “Are you happy now” she teased.
and keep in mind i wrote this in an hour.
