Hey ya'll bloggers. I don't have a snippet this week since I've been working on many other things and filling up my listening library. So I'm digging back in my brain and posting some poetry I did in the past. Hope you enjoy.
INSPIRED IN OCTOBER
Somber the bells on high do ring,
Ghastly the voices of graveyards sing,
A night? A fright? Nay, an eve,
What a sight! Faint hearts grieve,
O'er the lost unhappy days,
Whence embraced by sun's warm rays,
T'were the fools whom daylight shun,
And in moonshadows now do run.
Shuffle off your mortal coil,
Tis a dance to end all toil,
Neath the Starlit, Full-Moon sky,
Watch as thy soul away doth fly,
And in drawing that last breath,
Utter final words in death,
Now ever to haunt those left behind,
Who look about and yet are blind.
Glassy eyes neath heartless skies,
Absence of vital pulse denies,
The hand of life which breath would stir,
In these bones, dead and interred,
Save for one night out of the year,
Nay an Eve, An eve of fear!
When memories dead are seen in glance,
And in the graveyard skeletons dance.
Well hope you enjoyed my space-fillertastic poetry for this week. Perhaps next week I'll have something a bit more interesting.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Snippet #003
The night was chill, and the guard's cuirass, though light in make and metal, weighed on him. He looked out over the unmoving roofs and streets of the cantry. Here and there a wretch or an urching would be thrown from an alley and scurry to some other warm place for the night, but this held not the guard's attention. Occasionally he would gaze to the north and heavenward where the constellation of the Lady Astra shined brightly surrounded by the seven stars that foretold the coming of her chosen. However, this did little to comfort the guard with the moon as it was. The the light of the moon was silver and pale as ever it had been upon it's face was an ominous marking as of a red flame that seemed to flicker to and fro.
"These be hard times, and harder still to come. Mark my words the tear of the Fire Lord marks the moon and no good shall come of this year, nor mayhaps the next," The guard lowered his head and shook it. His faith in the stars of the seven were shaken to the core.
"Have more faith in the light that shines in dark places," another voice said beside him. Another guard had come off his rounds and had climbed to the perch to help pass the time till morning.
"I'd have more faith in the bottle this night for the air is chill and unfeeling," The first guard glared again at the moon and it's flickering mark. Shortly though a bottle was held to him by the other man.
"If the bottle holds your faith then take heart for I was given two this very evening by the Canter himself," The first guard took this offering gladly as the other continued to speak, " 'Share these, Samuel,' he says to me, 'Naught good can come of you driving back the chill only to drown your wits.'"
"So his lordship believes the rumor?" The first guard asks after having imbided a bit from the bottle proferred to him.
"These tales of the a Thieving Fiend come from the Fire Lord's dominion to make off with all the treasure of the land?" The second guard asks, "I asked him that very thing and he says to me, 'There's no harm in caution at the stories you hear,' I can't rightly stand by the tales myself but the Canter is a sly one no doubts there. He takes account for the habit of making a story bigger than what it is so it seems grander. Though in this case it's more so them what was stole from sound less foolish."
"Aye I suppose you're right," The two then sat in silence that lasted no more than half a minute.
A splash of shadow in the night between them, a sense of movement, a figure falling to the roofs below the wall, a glint of gold and red stone, and the image of a man-like figure with what seemed a great long tail trailing behind it's back as it ran. Across the rooftops it bounded at a high speed. It was only afterward that they realized while they witnessed this that their master had ordered the release of the hounds to follow this culprit, whatever his crime and all along thereafter they had heard the baying of those same hounds.
"Perhaps twas not cautious enough," said the first guard.
~~~
A man ran through the cobblestone courtyard of the Canter's palace. All stalwart stone and steel relieved only by glass stained with depictions of bloody worship. Off behind a call rang against the stones of the keep.
"RELEASE THE HOUNDS!!!"
"Dammit, I hate it when they release the hounds," The figure muttered as he reached the wall. As though he were a spider or some other insect he quickly scaled the wall arms and legs moving naturally from grip to grip. He reached the top of the wall. sprang between the two guards, and leapt from it's other side onto the high roofs below and kept running.
Things had gone so well. He'd approached the wall unhindered and unseen. It had been no trouble at all to sneak up the wall and past the muttering, chattering fool at it's peak and down into the grounds. He'd not been sighted entering the keep by the kitchen entrance to which he had acquired a key. It had seemed so easy. He had not counted on, of all things, magic. He had found the trophy he saught. An amulet made of gold and set with a red gem reported to be the very eye of the dragon whose blood had set the foundation for this cantry.
Upon removing it from the neck of the bust that held it the statue had erupted in a deep red flame. It should have been obvious to him that a Canter's treasure would be warded with a spell. It would be long months or long journey before he could sell it now. However, this did not trouble him at the moment. He was fortunate that such a ward did not strike him dead on the spot.
"I'll have to get checked out for curses and the like," he spoke quietly to himself as he ran to elude the hounds. He could outrun them with ease now but their baying drove him mad and when hounds were released it tended to prevent him from popping in for a late pint or taking to a room in one of the inns.
This lot of cannines seemed not to be as eager as some may have been. They let of the chase rather quickly. His mind relaxed after that and he soon found a likely spot to drop from the roof to the streets below.
"These be hard times, and harder still to come. Mark my words the tear of the Fire Lord marks the moon and no good shall come of this year, nor mayhaps the next," The guard lowered his head and shook it. His faith in the stars of the seven were shaken to the core.
"Have more faith in the light that shines in dark places," another voice said beside him. Another guard had come off his rounds and had climbed to the perch to help pass the time till morning.
"I'd have more faith in the bottle this night for the air is chill and unfeeling," The first guard glared again at the moon and it's flickering mark. Shortly though a bottle was held to him by the other man.
"If the bottle holds your faith then take heart for I was given two this very evening by the Canter himself," The first guard took this offering gladly as the other continued to speak, " 'Share these, Samuel,' he says to me, 'Naught good can come of you driving back the chill only to drown your wits.'"
"So his lordship believes the rumor?" The first guard asks after having imbided a bit from the bottle proferred to him.
"These tales of the a Thieving Fiend come from the Fire Lord's dominion to make off with all the treasure of the land?" The second guard asks, "I asked him that very thing and he says to me, 'There's no harm in caution at the stories you hear,' I can't rightly stand by the tales myself but the Canter is a sly one no doubts there. He takes account for the habit of making a story bigger than what it is so it seems grander. Though in this case it's more so them what was stole from sound less foolish."
"Aye I suppose you're right," The two then sat in silence that lasted no more than half a minute.
A splash of shadow in the night between them, a sense of movement, a figure falling to the roofs below the wall, a glint of gold and red stone, and the image of a man-like figure with what seemed a great long tail trailing behind it's back as it ran. Across the rooftops it bounded at a high speed. It was only afterward that they realized while they witnessed this that their master had ordered the release of the hounds to follow this culprit, whatever his crime and all along thereafter they had heard the baying of those same hounds.
"Perhaps twas not cautious enough," said the first guard.
~~~
A man ran through the cobblestone courtyard of the Canter's palace. All stalwart stone and steel relieved only by glass stained with depictions of bloody worship. Off behind a call rang against the stones of the keep.
"RELEASE THE HOUNDS!!!"
"Dammit, I hate it when they release the hounds," The figure muttered as he reached the wall. As though he were a spider or some other insect he quickly scaled the wall arms and legs moving naturally from grip to grip. He reached the top of the wall. sprang between the two guards, and leapt from it's other side onto the high roofs below and kept running.
Things had gone so well. He'd approached the wall unhindered and unseen. It had been no trouble at all to sneak up the wall and past the muttering, chattering fool at it's peak and down into the grounds. He'd not been sighted entering the keep by the kitchen entrance to which he had acquired a key. It had seemed so easy. He had not counted on, of all things, magic. He had found the trophy he saught. An amulet made of gold and set with a red gem reported to be the very eye of the dragon whose blood had set the foundation for this cantry.
Upon removing it from the neck of the bust that held it the statue had erupted in a deep red flame. It should have been obvious to him that a Canter's treasure would be warded with a spell. It would be long months or long journey before he could sell it now. However, this did not trouble him at the moment. He was fortunate that such a ward did not strike him dead on the spot.
"I'll have to get checked out for curses and the like," he spoke quietly to himself as he ran to elude the hounds. He could outrun them with ease now but their baying drove him mad and when hounds were released it tended to prevent him from popping in for a late pint or taking to a room in one of the inns.
This lot of cannines seemed not to be as eager as some may have been. They let of the chase rather quickly. His mind relaxed after that and he soon found a likely spot to drop from the roof to the streets below.
Friday, January 14, 2011
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Okay I wasn't going to post anything but I think I should now... Read and Comment people? You do it all over the net so drop some hate here too.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
CoPS #001
Chronicles of Planet Scottland
Recorded by the Apostle of Doom: Michael of Pudding.
AoD logbook January 11th of the 31st year of Starscream
On this auspicious day I begin my crusade across my beloved Planet Scottland. My purpose is to find the second mightiest metal in all the planet. From this metal I shall forge a scythe that shall serve as a token of the office bestowed upon me by his majesty. He is the Malevolent monarch, the Tyrant of Terror, the Divine Devil, our Grand GodKing: JetstreamX.
As was custom in my former abode of the town of Pudding I begin my journey with naught but a rudimentary weapon and civilian attire. Leaving behind all non-essential provisions and armor so that I may travel with all due haste and discression. I now lay down my pen so that I may actually begin my travels. At midday I shall append an update.
~*.*~*.*~
Midday has reached me and I find myself in the South Peasantry. Home to the smallest, dampest, most dank and uncomfortable basements in all the Planet (Or so the inhabitants would have you believe). Whilst here I lightened my coinpurse by partaking of the town's less reputable markets. After having had my fill and prepared provisions for the road ahead I left the Peasantry and headed toward a ruined fortification from one of the ages of blasphemy.
I need not pen this but for the benefits of those weak of mind and faith in our glorious GodKing I shall. This fortification was the stalwart guardian of those saints who stood against the heretics; for all of the blasphemous strongholds were destroyed after each age of blasphemy and cesspits erected in their place.
Gathering my courage unto me I entered the ruins. The great hallways were light by large running lamps and I marveled that such an ancient fortification should still have the power stores to light its interior. I descended deeper into the bastion of battles past. Within it I beheld the splendor and bravery of those who fought in the name of our glorious majesty and in a certain part of my heart I felt a sorrow that I was not among the warriors to fight here.
After much descent I found myself in a central silo and there made a marvelous discovery. This fortification was one that had served as a construction base where divine weapons were constructed. At the bottom of the silo in a great maintenance bay was a Godhand. These are Mecha whose design was first passed to the saints by our great lord himself. In the long age since the last age of blasphemy their design was lost all but those who learn and reside in the City of Gear. I know little of such divine instruments but on a workbench I found an old logbook. From it I learned the method by which one should pilot such artifacts and append here the note I found most interesting.
Exert from the logbook of Bendrin of the Court of Dr. Pepper
"I, Bendrin of Court, leave this book behind that one of the esteemed officials of our GodKing's Court may find it. My crew of mechanics have labored long and hard preparing this Godhand. Though it is naught but the shell of such a marvelous craft and can serve for little more than transportation we pray that if one of our lord's chosen minions finds it they will deliver it to Gear where it may be outfitted and see the sunlight. It is a foolish request from a lowly peasant mechanic but I pray mercy that this machine inspired by our Lord should see some purpose rather than molder alone in the dark."
End of Exert
Motivated more by desire than by benevolence I must admit I intend to do as the Mechanic asks. This Mecha shall serve to aid in my journey across our GodKing's planet and discover the metal I seek. I shall put down pen and paper forthwith and use this device to fly directly to Gear to have it customized. I shall have to see if I still have my Treasury Identification so that I may pay for the outfitting. What a wondrous journey this shall be!
Recorded by the Apostle of Doom: Michael of Pudding.
AoD logbook January 11th of the 31st year of Starscream
On this auspicious day I begin my crusade across my beloved Planet Scottland. My purpose is to find the second mightiest metal in all the planet. From this metal I shall forge a scythe that shall serve as a token of the office bestowed upon me by his majesty. He is the Malevolent monarch, the Tyrant of Terror, the Divine Devil, our Grand GodKing: JetstreamX.
As was custom in my former abode of the town of Pudding I begin my journey with naught but a rudimentary weapon and civilian attire. Leaving behind all non-essential provisions and armor so that I may travel with all due haste and discression. I now lay down my pen so that I may actually begin my travels. At midday I shall append an update.
~*.*~*.*~
Midday has reached me and I find myself in the South Peasantry. Home to the smallest, dampest, most dank and uncomfortable basements in all the Planet (Or so the inhabitants would have you believe). Whilst here I lightened my coinpurse by partaking of the town's less reputable markets. After having had my fill and prepared provisions for the road ahead I left the Peasantry and headed toward a ruined fortification from one of the ages of blasphemy.
I need not pen this but for the benefits of those weak of mind and faith in our glorious GodKing I shall. This fortification was the stalwart guardian of those saints who stood against the heretics; for all of the blasphemous strongholds were destroyed after each age of blasphemy and cesspits erected in their place.
Gathering my courage unto me I entered the ruins. The great hallways were light by large running lamps and I marveled that such an ancient fortification should still have the power stores to light its interior. I descended deeper into the bastion of battles past. Within it I beheld the splendor and bravery of those who fought in the name of our glorious majesty and in a certain part of my heart I felt a sorrow that I was not among the warriors to fight here.
After much descent I found myself in a central silo and there made a marvelous discovery. This fortification was one that had served as a construction base where divine weapons were constructed. At the bottom of the silo in a great maintenance bay was a Godhand. These are Mecha whose design was first passed to the saints by our great lord himself. In the long age since the last age of blasphemy their design was lost all but those who learn and reside in the City of Gear. I know little of such divine instruments but on a workbench I found an old logbook. From it I learned the method by which one should pilot such artifacts and append here the note I found most interesting.
Exert from the logbook of Bendrin of the Court of Dr. Pepper
"I, Bendrin of Court, leave this book behind that one of the esteemed officials of our GodKing's Court may find it. My crew of mechanics have labored long and hard preparing this Godhand. Though it is naught but the shell of such a marvelous craft and can serve for little more than transportation we pray that if one of our lord's chosen minions finds it they will deliver it to Gear where it may be outfitted and see the sunlight. It is a foolish request from a lowly peasant mechanic but I pray mercy that this machine inspired by our Lord should see some purpose rather than molder alone in the dark."
End of Exert
Motivated more by desire than by benevolence I must admit I intend to do as the Mechanic asks. This Mecha shall serve to aid in my journey across our GodKing's planet and discover the metal I seek. I shall put down pen and paper forthwith and use this device to fly directly to Gear to have it customized. I shall have to see if I still have my Treasury Identification so that I may pay for the outfitting. What a wondrous journey this shall be!
Random Drivel
I feel that two weeks in is a good time to post something more blog-gy in this blog. To that end I am thusly putting down some random drivel. This way I ensure that the interwebian comunity sees me as more than a prose-spewing automaton. I don't see why, however, since I have it on good authority that no one reads blogs anyway... Then again I read blogs so that authority isn't as good as I claim is it?
I shouldn't really care except that this was started as an engine of shameless self promotion. Woops did I actually type that? Well I suppose there's no harm in leaving it there. It's true enough anyway.
So how to continue spewing my random drivel? I could do a bio of myself I suppose... Yeah that sounds fun I'll do that.
Name: NuraMike (So far as you know XD)
Age: None of your business but 20 (almost 21 then I'll stop aging at least mentality-wise)
Gender: Male (Why'd I add this category?)
Eye Color: Blue...Green...Been?...Mostly Blue
Hair Color: Dark brown (Except when wet or oily then its blackish)
Blood Type: No Effin clue
Body Type: Fat-ass(See I'm honest XD)
Bio: I grew up under a rock in the middle of the woods where there was no TV or internet. I went to church twice Sunday and once Wednesday. I went to a Christian school where I was branded the school Satanist because I liked anime and didn't like sports (More the former than the latter). Keeping everything honest I still have some pent up resentment over that whole period of my life. I had very few friends during that time. However, then I graduated from Highschool and went to College where I made more friends in the first week than I'd made in my entire life before. Hence I now have a small social circle who I will now shamelessly promote:
Dashfox1 of the blog Foxfire who also has a DA and whose home website is EmeraldCoastComics.net
AcidNightShade of the blog DeadlyNightShade who also has a DA and is currintly working on two webcomics. I shall hopefully have the URL to later.
CyberoHero who has no blog that I know. He has a DA and is a Paper Mario fan. He is also a Pokemon fan and frequents the Serebii forums as CyberBlastoise. If you go there say YO to him for me. He is working on many fan-based projects. So many that I shall not name them hear.
The Elusive Derek whom I shall only name as that. He has a Facebook and that's all I know for sure. He is, as I've said, Elusive.
rc9000000 whose online escapades I am not, as of now, familiar with other than that he has a Twitter, and I assume a Facebook.
Last but certainly not least is Jetstreamx my GodKing of Planet Scottland. He can be found in many places around the net. DA, ECC, Twitter, etc. Know him and fear the wrath of the Vin-Deisel Powered Laser!
There are others I could name but I know not their online escapades and in some cases I have lost touch with them.
I'll continue this random drivel by bringing attention to two sites I believe need more traffic.
Animelab.com- Specifically the chat [o] which is very empty and lonely of late. I hate to see an old haunt of mine die so miserably and so I ask you to come there. You shall find me under the Nick Rune_Asura most likely.
EmeraldCoastComics.net- I've mentioned it once already but it bears mentioning again. GO! READ THEIR COMICS! ENJOY!
I suppose this is long enough for a piece of random drivel so I thus end it.
I shouldn't really care except that this was started as an engine of shameless self promotion. Woops did I actually type that? Well I suppose there's no harm in leaving it there. It's true enough anyway.
So how to continue spewing my random drivel? I could do a bio of myself I suppose... Yeah that sounds fun I'll do that.
Name: NuraMike (So far as you know XD)
Age: None of your business but 20 (almost 21 then I'll stop aging at least mentality-wise)
Gender: Male (Why'd I add this category?)
Eye Color: Blue...Green...Been?...Mostly Blue
Hair Color: Dark brown (Except when wet or oily then its blackish)
Blood Type: No Effin clue
Body Type: Fat-ass(See I'm honest XD)
Bio: I grew up under a rock in the middle of the woods where there was no TV or internet. I went to church twice Sunday and once Wednesday. I went to a Christian school where I was branded the school Satanist because I liked anime and didn't like sports (More the former than the latter). Keeping everything honest I still have some pent up resentment over that whole period of my life. I had very few friends during that time. However, then I graduated from Highschool and went to College where I made more friends in the first week than I'd made in my entire life before. Hence I now have a small social circle who I will now shamelessly promote:
Dashfox1 of the blog Foxfire who also has a DA and whose home website is EmeraldCoastComics.net
AcidNightShade of the blog DeadlyNightShade who also has a DA and is currintly working on two webcomics. I shall hopefully have the URL to later.
CyberoHero who has no blog that I know. He has a DA and is a Paper Mario fan. He is also a Pokemon fan and frequents the Serebii forums as CyberBlastoise. If you go there say YO to him for me. He is working on many fan-based projects. So many that I shall not name them hear.
The Elusive Derek whom I shall only name as that. He has a Facebook and that's all I know for sure. He is, as I've said, Elusive.
rc9000000 whose online escapades I am not, as of now, familiar with other than that he has a Twitter, and I assume a Facebook.
Last but certainly not least is Jetstreamx my GodKing of Planet Scottland. He can be found in many places around the net. DA, ECC, Twitter, etc. Know him and fear the wrath of the Vin-Deisel Powered Laser!
There are others I could name but I know not their online escapades and in some cases I have lost touch with them.
I'll continue this random drivel by bringing attention to two sites I believe need more traffic.
Animelab.com- Specifically the chat [o] which is very empty and lonely of late. I hate to see an old haunt of mine die so miserably and so I ask you to come there. You shall find me under the Nick Rune_Asura most likely.
EmeraldCoastComics.net- I've mentioned it once already but it bears mentioning again. GO! READ THEIR COMICS! ENJOY!
I suppose this is long enough for a piece of random drivel so I thus end it.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Snippet #002
Vlad's face grew grim and somber in a way that only a man who had seen all his years can manage. With but a motion of a hand he dismissed Natalia and the Dovizio sisters from the room. With slow and somber strides he walked to the Large fireplace and kicked at the coals that had jumped onto the hearthstones.
A few moments of silence dragged by while Ciro remained standing where he had been opposite the desk from a man that had been a mentor to his family for years. Eventually the ancient addressed his young protege.
"Do you know what lies in the heart of man?" He asked staring into the flames.
"I do not claim to," The youth replied in a low and calm tone. One of his hands brushed the place in his side where the sorceror had claimed his prize. The wound could not be seen beyond clothing and bandage and yet it felt bare to the world.
"Gluttony," Came Vlad's answer to his own question, "a neverending gluttony that drives them to consume and destroy until their lives flicker out like a candle at the end of its wick."
"I do not claim right to judge my kind nor to speak for them, but are there not stalwart sentinels here numbered in the hundreds who have pledged of themselves to rebuild the lost world?"
This reprisal seems to please the older man as a trace of a smile shades his lips before it is gone again in the stark reality of their situation.
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So this snippet is a little short this week. Oh well I can't spew fields of mana onto the page every time or else I shall have nothing that is not secret.
A few moments of silence dragged by while Ciro remained standing where he had been opposite the desk from a man that had been a mentor to his family for years. Eventually the ancient addressed his young protege.
"Do you know what lies in the heart of man?" He asked staring into the flames.
"I do not claim to," The youth replied in a low and calm tone. One of his hands brushed the place in his side where the sorceror had claimed his prize. The wound could not be seen beyond clothing and bandage and yet it felt bare to the world.
"Gluttony," Came Vlad's answer to his own question, "a neverending gluttony that drives them to consume and destroy until their lives flicker out like a candle at the end of its wick."
"I do not claim right to judge my kind nor to speak for them, but are there not stalwart sentinels here numbered in the hundreds who have pledged of themselves to rebuild the lost world?"
This reprisal seems to please the older man as a trace of a smile shades his lips before it is gone again in the stark reality of their situation.
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So this snippet is a little short this week. Oh well I can't spew fields of mana onto the page every time or else I shall have nothing that is not secret.
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