here i sit, watching my dog while everyone else is elsewhere, when i get the amazing idea to tell everyone that i will be going on vacation. besides spending two weeks in horrid wilderness, i must see some of my family members, including 2 of my cousins. i am mostly writing this so as to not forget all the great things i have to do...
-pack
-write out assassin's promise [so i can put it on here and work on it during vacation.]
-gather up a collection of my favorite books so as to read them over the next two weeks.
last but not least
-get alot of posts in so you guys will not miss my musings.
well i've got to go, dearest minions.
Manin, Wyrda, Garjzla,
Asiat Averas
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
k, i've got to stop this!
well, i'm sorry again...
Adala is the same
Dianna is the same
It's really OwEn of Foxtown
and Helios the Bard is now OFFICIALLY Sir Raphael the Bard.
[just remember that all of these names are subject to change.]
Den is now Isaac. and NO Isaac is not the first son of the Great Queen Adalia.
[just saying i've watched p&p ten times now I <3>
long ago, dear minions, Adalia was but a royal girl. the prince, who would become king, [this might be the only racy part in the entire book!]. Adalia and the King's fathers were coniving bastards [it's true...] and they gave the two a love potion. THIS potion sent them into a maddening frenzy in which Adalia's first son, Keith, was concieved. He was illigitimate and, therefore, not the rightful heir. To spare their son from the brute force of the world, they gave him to another royal woman who had just lost her son, even though the son had a twin, to child's cough.
Keith grew well, but Keith's adopted father hated him. The son that died was his favorite, but he decided that Koln, his other son, would recive his attention. Keith became Keith-oak. Keith-oak became the love of Kate-lynn's life.
NOW do you see where i've made all these connections???? I'M AWESOME!!!!
otho, my minions,
A.A.
Adala is the same
Dianna is the same
It's really OwEn of Foxtown
and Helios the Bard is now OFFICIALLY Sir Raphael the Bard.
[just remember that all of these names are subject to change.]
Den is now Isaac. and NO Isaac is not the first son of the Great Queen Adalia.
[just saying i've watched p&p ten times now I <3>
long ago, dear minions, Adalia was but a royal girl. the prince, who would become king, [this might be the only racy part in the entire book!]. Adalia and the King's fathers were coniving bastards [it's true...] and they gave the two a love potion. THIS potion sent them into a maddening frenzy in which Adalia's first son, Keith, was concieved. He was illigitimate and, therefore, not the rightful heir. To spare their son from the brute force of the world, they gave him to another royal woman who had just lost her son, even though the son had a twin, to child's cough.
Keith grew well, but Keith's adopted father hated him. The son that died was his favorite, but he decided that Koln, his other son, would recive his attention. Keith became Keith-oak. Keith-oak became the love of Kate-lynn's life.
NOW do you see where i've made all these connections???? I'M AWESOME!!!!
otho, my minions,
A.A.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
heheheheheeeeee
i cannot believe that i am so strange. after my recent reading of Eragon [OMG i luv that book] i've decided that instead of my usual end-of-the-post greeting of 'saranam', i will change it to:
Manin, Wyrda, Garjzla, [Memory, Fate, Light]. i do hope that you like it. maybe it will have more luck than saranam. i will use that or otho which means faith. i shall leave you to choose.
Manin, Wyrda, Garjzla/ otho,
[and due to my writer's block] ikonoka togira [that is my pen name when i've writer's block. it means the whole who is cripple]
PS it works don't it?!
PPS you need to leave a comment w/ ur preference on M.W.G./otho descision.
A.A.
Manin, Wyrda, Garjzla, [Memory, Fate, Light]. i do hope that you like it. maybe it will have more luck than saranam. i will use that or otho which means faith. i shall leave you to choose.
Manin, Wyrda, Garjzla/ otho,
[and due to my writer's block] ikonoka togira [that is my pen name when i've writer's block. it means the whole who is cripple]
PS it works don't it?!
PPS you need to leave a comment w/ ur preference on M.W.G./otho descision.
A.A.
Monday, June 23, 2008
k everyone..... srry.
i'm sooooo sorry everyone... but Adala said that she didn't want to be in such a sexual book sooooo.....
I've cleaned up Assassin's Promise and shall be delivering it soon. the plot is more Pride & Prejudice, which is my fav movie btw.
Adala - a twenty yr old assassin who is in the process of finishing the required five yrs of being an assassin before she can retire.
Dianna of Dale - you didn't meet her yet but she comes from a long line of prefessional bodyguards. Dianna and Adala were the closest of friends before Dianna went to train to be a bodyguard and before Adala was trained as an Assassin.
Owin of Foxtown - Owin is a distant relative of the King. He is about Adala's age and adds a very big spin in the romantical wave of Adala [though he does not actually fall in love with her and Adala falls in love with ONLY one man.]
Helios the Bard - a royal bard who actually comes from the royal family. Helios was invited to the baptism of the Great Queen Adalia's first son [or is he...?] who is named Den [subject to change... suggestions welcome]. Helios is the Darcy figure of the movie whereas Adala is Lizzie.
Anyways...
THE END till i actually have this done.
saranam,
A.A.
I've cleaned up Assassin's Promise and shall be delivering it soon. the plot is more Pride & Prejudice, which is my fav movie btw.
Adala - a twenty yr old assassin who is in the process of finishing the required five yrs of being an assassin before she can retire.
Dianna of Dale - you didn't meet her yet but she comes from a long line of prefessional bodyguards. Dianna and Adala were the closest of friends before Dianna went to train to be a bodyguard and before Adala was trained as an Assassin.
Owin of Foxtown - Owin is a distant relative of the King. He is about Adala's age and adds a very big spin in the romantical wave of Adala [though he does not actually fall in love with her and Adala falls in love with ONLY one man.]
Helios the Bard - a royal bard who actually comes from the royal family. Helios was invited to the baptism of the Great Queen Adalia's first son [or is he...?] who is named Den [subject to change... suggestions welcome]. Helios is the Darcy figure of the movie whereas Adala is Lizzie.
Anyways...
THE END till i actually have this done.
saranam,
A.A.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
The Sir Panther Chronicles: Desrtoying the Garden of Eden
[Chapter 1] Silent Moments and Black Knights' Arrows
Sir Panther sat in the shadow of a large oak chewing silently on a piece of grass. His horse, shadow lingering with his smoke presence and deep brown eyes; as much as Sir Panther loved torturing the King, he did not want to fight any longer. After all, it was him fighting alone. The king had ended the war through tyranny. Sir Panther never wanted to fight again.
He decided that the next reliable farmer that he crossed paths with, he would ask the way to Bluestone Abbey. There he would enjoy old friends, good food, being called his real name, Luke, and harsh manual labor that he loved to do. There was also the promise of Rebekah who was by far the biggest reason for Sir Panther ever coming home.
Sir Panther started chewing on a small hunk of bread, this was one of the silent moments that he seldom indulged in, for more reasons than one. Silent moments such as this brought up his never forgotten past: the History of the Lost Brothers.
Sir Panther saw a rabbit spring forth and, with a flick of his wrist, he plucked its raged body out of the air as a falcon would a pigeon. Most would say that Sir Panther had too much flexibility and that he paid too much attention to little things. He was too quick and sometimes that was a bad thing. No sooner had he touched the animal than had he realized that its body was mangled by a Black Knights’ arrow.
You could tell for it was pitch black and a white dove’s feather adorned the end. Sir Panther dropped the dead rabbit and lead Shadow into the darkness. Black Knights’ arrows were poisoned and the rabbit lasted only minutes. The Black Knights usually killed small animals for spot and deer for meat. The only killed men for money. The Black Knights were vile excuses for men. They had destroyed entire villages with their greed, and the King hadn’t lifted a finger about them.
The Black Knight responsible for the rabbit’s death came into view. He was followed by one fellow Knight and two black horses. They were fat and drunk. Not much else could be said for the common Black Knight: they were fond of women, drinks, and food, but Black Knights were deadly because, as is common knowledge, even a stupid, drunk man can kill another with an arrow.
The two Knights took a heavy log, chopped it, and built a great fire. The grand fire roared as the Black Knights go so drunk that they could hardly stands. Minutes afterward, they were sleeping off their mead.
Sir Panther climbed soundlessly onto Shadow’s back and while Shadow waited for Sir Panther’s signal; a Black Knight strung his arrow and aimed. Sir Panther grew uneasy and he turned around, just to make sure that the Knights were still asleep. He heard a whistling. An arrow, pitch black with a white dove’s feather plunged itself deep in his right shoulder.
Sir Panther knew he was lucky. If he had not moved, the arrow could have hit his chest, or worse, his heart. Fire and ice surged through his body. The poison made itself known rather than staying hidden. Sir Panther’s breathing was heavy and his hands were slick with sweat.
Dark pools of red, the exact color of red roses, bloomed over his shoulder and black shirt; the blood slowly drip-dropped unto Shadow, turning his grey body red. Sir Panther passed out thinking of red roses with veins of black and of his beloved Rebekah, and his secret past of the History of the Lost Brothers.
Sir Panther sat in the shadow of a large oak chewing silently on a piece of grass. His horse, shadow lingering with his smoke presence and deep brown eyes; as much as Sir Panther loved torturing the King, he did not want to fight any longer. After all, it was him fighting alone. The king had ended the war through tyranny. Sir Panther never wanted to fight again.
He decided that the next reliable farmer that he crossed paths with, he would ask the way to Bluestone Abbey. There he would enjoy old friends, good food, being called his real name, Luke, and harsh manual labor that he loved to do. There was also the promise of Rebekah who was by far the biggest reason for Sir Panther ever coming home.
Sir Panther started chewing on a small hunk of bread, this was one of the silent moments that he seldom indulged in, for more reasons than one. Silent moments such as this brought up his never forgotten past: the History of the Lost Brothers.
Sir Panther saw a rabbit spring forth and, with a flick of his wrist, he plucked its raged body out of the air as a falcon would a pigeon. Most would say that Sir Panther had too much flexibility and that he paid too much attention to little things. He was too quick and sometimes that was a bad thing. No sooner had he touched the animal than had he realized that its body was mangled by a Black Knights’ arrow.
You could tell for it was pitch black and a white dove’s feather adorned the end. Sir Panther dropped the dead rabbit and lead Shadow into the darkness. Black Knights’ arrows were poisoned and the rabbit lasted only minutes. The Black Knights usually killed small animals for spot and deer for meat. The only killed men for money. The Black Knights were vile excuses for men. They had destroyed entire villages with their greed, and the King hadn’t lifted a finger about them.
The Black Knight responsible for the rabbit’s death came into view. He was followed by one fellow Knight and two black horses. They were fat and drunk. Not much else could be said for the common Black Knight: they were fond of women, drinks, and food, but Black Knights were deadly because, as is common knowledge, even a stupid, drunk man can kill another with an arrow.
The two Knights took a heavy log, chopped it, and built a great fire. The grand fire roared as the Black Knights go so drunk that they could hardly stands. Minutes afterward, they were sleeping off their mead.
Sir Panther climbed soundlessly onto Shadow’s back and while Shadow waited for Sir Panther’s signal; a Black Knight strung his arrow and aimed. Sir Panther grew uneasy and he turned around, just to make sure that the Knights were still asleep. He heard a whistling. An arrow, pitch black with a white dove’s feather plunged itself deep in his right shoulder.
Sir Panther knew he was lucky. If he had not moved, the arrow could have hit his chest, or worse, his heart. Fire and ice surged through his body. The poison made itself known rather than staying hidden. Sir Panther’s breathing was heavy and his hands were slick with sweat.
Dark pools of red, the exact color of red roses, bloomed over his shoulder and black shirt; the blood slowly drip-dropped unto Shadow, turning his grey body red. Sir Panther passed out thinking of red roses with veins of black and of his beloved Rebekah, and his secret past of the History of the Lost Brothers.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
It's a Record!
my my, i am excited.
I, Asiat Averas, proudly present my 31st post [which is to be made right after this...]
well, stay tuned for here it comes...
saranam,
A.A.
I, Asiat Averas, proudly present my 31st post [which is to be made right after this...]
well, stay tuned for here it comes...
saranam,
A.A.
Monday, June 16, 2008
one question.
tis i, and i've only one question...
is there a reason no one's leaving any coments?
srry, it just occured to me that i've no clue what to write about unless those comments pop up.
oh well, minions.
saranam,
A.A.
is there a reason no one's leaving any coments?
srry, it just occured to me that i've no clue what to write about unless those comments pop up.
oh well, minions.
saranam,
A.A.
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