When I'm 85, life will be fairly simple. Why, you ask? Well that is because I planned ahead! When I was young I realized that I wanted to travel the world and so I saved money from my job every week. I now have an insurmountable amount of money and have so much to do!
I never had children because, to me, they are moreso a burden than a blessing, especially in the present times. I had married a beautiful and lovely woman and since that day we have gone on trips every summer. When I retired, my wife and I have been in constant travel.
I have seen Ecuador, the Pyramids, Mt. Everest, the Stonehenge and so much more. Right now I am in the Sahara desert and exploring the different lengths of the desert. In a typical day of me as an 85 year old I plan on not having a typical day. Every day in my life is meant to be unique and filled with adventure. Travel and death defying experiences are what make life fun. Who has the right to say that we can only have fun in our early years? Life is fun and so sitting around, watching TV and eating pills every 2 hours is not living life anymore. It is just living.
I can't wait to be old, because that is when I will have the most adventure and when I will be truly living the life I have always wanted.
~~ I actually want to do this... except I plan to travel a lot more when I am older
-Dave
6/4/10
4/15/10
Life
Mark was here
Do not leave
Be there to win
Patriots only
Only at the pitstop
Unlock your furture
To a boring career
Friday April 16th, 2010.
~~Yay for weird poems!!!!!!
-Dave
Do not leave
Be there to win
Patriots only
Only at the pitstop
Unlock your furture
To a boring career
Friday April 16th, 2010.
~~Yay for weird poems!!!!!!
-Dave
4/4/10
Prologue
As I said I would post a rough draft of the prologue to my book. Hopefully you enjoy it.
Notes:
This happens 3000 years before the main plot
Mainland- Tirion (Teer- EE- On)
Creature- Tipon (Type- ON)
Beogres- A mix between a troll, giant and an ogre from the north (Bay-Og-Rez)
Hell- Charan (Ka-Rawn)
Demon King-Prrtag (Purr- Tawg)
His feet pounded the earth beneath him. The grass was as green as an emerald since it was mid-summer. Aside from pounding of feet, all he could hear were the tweets of birds up above. Everything seemed so peaceful and so tranquil. He knew this was not to last for he was marching to war. Jorgul was marching to a battle with a large force of Tipon. Tipon were large beats with one mission set in their minds from birth. The destruction of all living things in the world, even themselves once their mission was accomplished. A massive Demon King named Prrtag created them. This Demon King was slain by a paladin of Taben fifty years prior but his abominations remained to wage war with everything alive. Jorgul was an Orc, which was one of the most hated creatures in all of Tirion but in this war even the most hated became allies. This war was coming to an end for there was only a single Tipon fortress left but it was the very place where they were created so long ago. Jorgul scratched his head from under his black helmet wondering if his group was the suicide run or the main force for both offensive forces stretched for miles. The great force knew that they would win this battle but the question they all had was at what cost to their own army. Would it come down to the last man or would only a couple score falling under the poison swords of the Tipon?
The army soon became more aware and alert as the plant life started to die and the animals stopped making their woodland sounds. They eventually realized they were close as the plant life just suddenly came to a halt and all that was around them was a barren wasteland. Not even the ground was alive for it had been scorched to a black crisp. This ensured no living thing could ever come back to this place after the Tipon, victorious or not, have been wiped out. The army saw the fortress coming into their sights and saw no major battle before them and that was when it hit them… this was the suicide force. The men started panicking and losing their nerve as soon as they realized this … almost all of them began to shift backwards, even the bravest of Trolls. They pressed on reluctantly anyways hoping that the main force would arrive before their lives were taken. They were now three bow shots away from the stronghold. The question of how well this battle would go still hovered in all of the soldiers’ minds. The very next step they took gave them their answer. Fire leapt from the ground, arrows flew out from nowhere and Tipon started rising from cracks in the ground. This brought great fear to the army but they knew that if they ran they would meet the same fate they would if they pressed on. Jorgul took out his double hatchets and yelled to his battalion, “ Press on through the flames you cowards! Fight for the beautiful land you call home! Let that be your motivation for this fight!” The men charged through the flames unscathed. Just as Jorgul suspected, the fire was only an illusion to weaken the Tipon’s enemy’s spirits. More Tipon rose from the great crevices in the ground and attacked Jorgul’s troop. They were giant, muscular horned beasts with eyes as yellow as the sun.
At last, contact was made with Jorgul’s troop and the Tipon force. The Tipon, as usual, handled their poisoned scimitars. This time though Jorgul was taken by surprise for there were also larger Tipon bearing poisoned flails and poisoned adamantine bow and arrows. Ten of Jorgul’s men were cut down from one of the giant Tipon and his flail. Jorgul rushed up and drew a black dagger from his side and threw it straight at the head of the beast, and then slashed heavily with his twin hatchets as soon as he got close enough. The Tipon raised his flail to strike and Jorgul knew that if he blocked he would surely be flown to the other side of the battle from the sheer strength of the grotesque creature. So instead he ducked down and right after jumped up and made a double uppercut with his hatchets starting at the beasts chest. The Tipon stumbled back and howled as orange blood poured from the wound. While his enemy was caught off his guard Jorgul jumped up and slashed at the beast’s neck and sure enough the beast fell and died where he, moments before, stood.
Jorgul looked around him and saw his men fighting fiercely showing similar results across the field. He smiled as he felt as though they would utterly destroy the Tipon. Not a second later, he heard a crash. He looked to the far right of the field and saw a gaping hole in the line where a ballista had crashed. The reason it made such an impact was because these ballistae held an explosive concoction inside with two giant flail bearing Tipon ready to spring into battle. Jorgul yelled across the field, “Men watch out for those ballistae! Try and keep away from their blasting area or surely you will meet your ancestors sooner than once thought!” After saying his orders he met two Tipon with poisoned scimitars in one hand and a great shield in the other. He took his hatchet and slashed above him and the other hatchet slashing below him just narrowly deflecting both swords. He twisted his two hatchets out of the lock and quickly ended the life of a Tipon coming behind him. Jorgul then threw a fire potion at the two Tipon. This exploded straight in the middle of the two startled creatures burning them alive. Again Jorgul looked across and realized the tide had stayed the same even though there were major holes in the line everywhere from these great ballistae. The main line of the Tipon had been wiped out almost completely and the soldiers started running and hooting war cries. Suddenly, all hell broke loose as four hundred men from behind were disintegrated in an instant. Jorgul looked ahead to see a new line of Tipon about one bow shotfrom the feet of the fortress, which seemed to be entirely compiled of destruction sorcerers. Lines disappeared every couple minutes as the soldiers ran through traps such as wraith pits to get to these destruction mages. These pits were literally pits with a score of wraith ready to feast on any who were unlucky enough to fall in. As they got closer the Tipon loosed their arrows from the walls of the fortress and catapults and ballistae fired upon the attackers. Jorgul looked around yet again and saw many of his team fall into a giant wraith pit and as he ran by he heard their dying screams. This infuriated Jorgul’s troop to a maximum and they ran even faster through traps and enemy fire. As the great army reached the destruction mages a small line of Tipon swordsmen came out slashing and howling trying to protect the devastating mages from harm as long as they could.
The army’s number now dwindled and could not take much more. Jorgul’s troop of one thousand now numbered only one hundred fifty including himself. The force quickly decimated the line of swordsmen but they had down their job as another 400 men disappeared off the face of the earth leaving their clothes in the wind. The mages saw the coming threat and drew their wands and started aiming fireballs at the upcoming host. Jorgul saw out of the side of his eye one of his lieutenants set on fire and while trying to put himself out fall straight into a wraith pit. Jorgul ran up to a mage and started hacking and slashing at it but the Tipon had physical wards placed around itself that acted as a suit of armour. The Tipon drew a dagger and slashed at Jorgul knocking him in the side. He felt the poison rushing up through his veins and cringed as is edged closer to his heart. Jorgul fought on slashing more fiercely at the Tipon as his adrenaline fought off the deadly poison. This surprised the Tipon and his wards were weaker now his guard was down. Jorgul slashed with his hatchet and felt as if glass shattered with that hit. He knew this meant the wards were gone and it was time for him to be finished with the grotesque creature. He slashed up destroying the wand the creature put up in defence and it released all the magical energy stored inside right in the creatures face. He looked around most of the mages were dead or about to be. He panted and leaned against the wall where he knew the archers or artillery couldn’t reach him. He saw nothing but a few small contingents of men left and after a rough count he felt there was about two thousand left from the thirty thousand strong fighting force.
When all hope of their lives seemed lost he heard a distant sound. He looked down to the end of the valley and realized he was hearing drums. These drums were the drums of the second wave. This was the wave that could end this massacre. He saw men in white armour riding down quickly, mages destroying all openings to the wraith pits, Griffins flying downwards to the field with rocks in hand, and even a few shape shifters running down as massive Mountain Beogres. He wondered why his army was so weak compared to theirs in the manner of the creatures fighting in it. The only useful creatures they had were trolls, the rest of the creatures in the massive fray were orcs, goblins, new human recruits, and a few elven archers. Jorgul looked to the side and saw the small force that he had left all huddled against the wall as well. Apparently he was the only commander worthy left so he took up charge. He raised his hatchet and shouted, “We are not done here yet! So why are you maggots sitting here cowering up against a wall! Pick up your weapons and lets break this gate before our friends get here and if we die in the process know that you will die destroying the biggest threat this land has ever known!” His army still unnerved at the amount of creatures left to fight grudgingly agreed and started making torches to throw at the gate made of dead wood. Jorgul jeered as the fires started, “This will teach them to kill everything that they touch with their damned hands!” Eventually the fire started to spread and they could hear the screams of the Tipon from the other side but the thing that bothered the soldiers is how the Tipon were already retreating.
One field captain took a look into the gate and saw nothing and motioned for the soldiers to advance into the dark fortress. As they moved in they realized there was not one Tipon left. The soldiers started to hear the pounding footsteps of the reinforcement army behind them and so they quickened their pace a little bit to the square so they would gain more prestige from the generals at the head of this mission. As they reached the square Jorgul looked into the pass on the left of the square only to see the Tipon army holed up standing in formation. In front of them was one of the most frightening sights that had befallen Jorgul. It stood seven feet tall with a well-toned structure. It had a spiked armour plate all around its body. From every single seam and crack in this armour flames jutted out, even from the creature’s hand, down and around its magnificent sword. Wherever it took a step a flame jutted out of the earth and stayed there even without needing something to keep it alive. This creature was a hell knight, a minor demon in the ranking from Charan, but in Tirion it was one of the strongest demons you would ever see to have broken the chains that were set on it by the Gods so long ago. He looked straight at Jorgul and laughed, “Well…well…well… the pitiful army of the living world is here to put a stop to my master’s plan for this disgusting place. Even with the second wave of men you have coming here they will be obliterated.”
Jorgul winced at that but took in enough bravery to reply to this hellish demon, “What do you mean? We still have a great number here and with that force twice the larger of yours, you will stand no chance!”
“Are you really that foolish to think that you got here on your own accord? Pah! No you did not, we withdrew our troops very early so that, unlike you, we had the element of surprise!” At this the demon smiled a wicked grin and all of the sudden the screams of valour and victory changed into screams of fear and confusion. Jorgul looked back to see Tipon closing in the square from all directions, Tipon climbing the walls to archery positions and most horrifying of all, his dead comrades rising up and charging at the second wave.
Jorgul could just gape his mouth in awe as he saw this dreadful sight and after a quiet moment, which felt like a lifetime, the knight said, “What do you wish to say before you are sent to torment for all eternity?” Jorgul just looked at him after he recovered from his stupor and laughed. It was now the knight’s turn to be confused.
Jorgul eyed him and said, “I think I’d like to bring some company…” at that he ran up towards the knight while still caught up in his confusion hatchets drawn. With this random charge the rest of the first wave screamed and ran right towards the hell knight at full speed. At seeing this the Tipon looked to the hell knight wondering what they were to do but he just stared at the men charging wondering how could they be so brave. At last he reacted but it was too late for Jorgul and his men behind him had reached the front line of Tipon and just began cutting down the entire force with such speed and determination it rivalled even the skill of himself. At his command, the rest of the Tipon hesitantly started after the army who just took out more than one hundred of their kind in a matter of seconds.
The hell knight looked straight at Jorgul and yelled, “You will be the first to die by my sword!” At this he took a giant leap bringing himself in front of Jorgul in a second and a massive swipe that knocked back five of his comrades away from him. Jorgul didn’t even flinch bringing up his hatchets into a swing from either side at the knight. The knight smiled, leaped above the hatchets and kicked Jorgul straight back. Jorgul rose looking at the knight slowly approaching him then to the open door where the battle raged outside. The second wave was holding their own, but barely since it was now both the Tipon force and the undead army of those who died during the first wave. A couple of shape shifters made a pocket covering each other’s backs and swiping at anything that came near. A group of horsemen were trampling all of the undead soldiers while slicing down anything that was too strong to be taken down just by a horse with their gleaming swords.
He looked back just in time to see the hell knight swinging at him with his massive sword. Jorgul managed to just deflect it off with his hatchet but he could not believe the heat that was being brought from the sword alone. He worked his hatchets fast to try to push the knight back but this creature was just far too skilled and ended up driving him back instead. Jorgul looked over his shoulder to find a way out of this mess and saw a massive Tipon attacking one of the lieutenants. He hurried over to the fight and took the butt of one of his hatchets and smashed the back of the Tipon’s head with it and as the hell knight bore down on Jorgul the Tipon came around axe slashing the knight straight across the abdomen. Blood poured through the wound and the hell knight could only stare in pure amazement at the creature that had just completely and utterly defeated him without even scratching him with one of his hatchets. The knight tried to slash at Jorgul again, but the wound was killing him and he did not have the energy to match the orc’s speed. As Jorgul smacked away the flaming sword with his hatchets the hell knight looked straight up at Jorgul. The knight’s final words were gurgled but still understandable, “I’ll see you back at home fool…” With that the knight’s flames went out and his body went limp.
As soon as the knight died the Tipon looked around confused as if some vital connection was lost to them at that moment. This gave many of the men their chance to finish of the grotesque beasts in front of them. Every single one of the undead fell down into heaps on the ground and the Tipon marksmen lost basically all of their skill in aim. Jorgul watched as the entire Tipon army fell apart at their main and last fortress in Tirion.
An hour later Jorgul’s second officer came up beside him and whistled a sharp note, “Now how the hell did that happen? This army was destroying us and now there is barely a Tipon to be seen…” he said.
Jorgul looked at him and laughed and said, “You haven’t realized yet? The Tipon were always so skillful and intellectual because they had an unseen power guarding them. This time it was this hell knight supplying all of the power but only for this small branch for if he had to control more his magic would be exhausted.”
The officer screwed up his face at Jorgul and asked, “Then how the hell was there an entire empire of the goddamn things?”
Again Jorgul took in a great laughter at his friend’s lack of common sense, “This was only a hell knight, a minor demon by far, but the Demon King Prrtag had an unspeakable amount of power compared to even that knight slain today. When he was slain the armies of the Tipon were already scarce and so we didn’t really notice the shift in the power of their ranks. Now that the last thing holding them together is gone, the Tipon became just another common creature we need to fight every day.”
“I see… then wait… will things go back to the way they were? Since this war started we have gained so much knowledge and prestige! Will we lose it because of men, dwarves and elves not able to keep order with anything like always?”
Jorgul pondered that thought and shrugged, “There is no real way to tell whether or not it will happen but we must just live the life we have as it is.” After a long pause Jorgul looked back at his comrade and started to say, “It’s funny how-” but as he said that a straggling Tipon came up with a mace and crushed in his skull. The second officer watched this in horror and drew his sword, slashed the beast across its chest and the beast was dead.
He looked around for any more stragglers. When he was sure there were no more of the things left, he looked down at Jorgul’s crumpled form and said, “It is funny sir… how cruel this damned world truly can be.”
Notes:
This happens 3000 years before the main plot
Mainland- Tirion (Teer- EE- On)
Creature- Tipon (Type- ON)
Beogres- A mix between a troll, giant and an ogre from the north (Bay-Og-Rez)
Hell- Charan (Ka-Rawn)
Demon King-Prrtag (Purr- Tawg)
His feet pounded the earth beneath him. The grass was as green as an emerald since it was mid-summer. Aside from pounding of feet, all he could hear were the tweets of birds up above. Everything seemed so peaceful and so tranquil. He knew this was not to last for he was marching to war. Jorgul was marching to a battle with a large force of Tipon. Tipon were large beats with one mission set in their minds from birth. The destruction of all living things in the world, even themselves once their mission was accomplished. A massive Demon King named Prrtag created them. This Demon King was slain by a paladin of Taben fifty years prior but his abominations remained to wage war with everything alive. Jorgul was an Orc, which was one of the most hated creatures in all of Tirion but in this war even the most hated became allies. This war was coming to an end for there was only a single Tipon fortress left but it was the very place where they were created so long ago. Jorgul scratched his head from under his black helmet wondering if his group was the suicide run or the main force for both offensive forces stretched for miles. The great force knew that they would win this battle but the question they all had was at what cost to their own army. Would it come down to the last man or would only a couple score falling under the poison swords of the Tipon?
The army soon became more aware and alert as the plant life started to die and the animals stopped making their woodland sounds. They eventually realized they were close as the plant life just suddenly came to a halt and all that was around them was a barren wasteland. Not even the ground was alive for it had been scorched to a black crisp. This ensured no living thing could ever come back to this place after the Tipon, victorious or not, have been wiped out. The army saw the fortress coming into their sights and saw no major battle before them and that was when it hit them… this was the suicide force. The men started panicking and losing their nerve as soon as they realized this … almost all of them began to shift backwards, even the bravest of Trolls. They pressed on reluctantly anyways hoping that the main force would arrive before their lives were taken. They were now three bow shots away from the stronghold. The question of how well this battle would go still hovered in all of the soldiers’ minds. The very next step they took gave them their answer. Fire leapt from the ground, arrows flew out from nowhere and Tipon started rising from cracks in the ground. This brought great fear to the army but they knew that if they ran they would meet the same fate they would if they pressed on. Jorgul took out his double hatchets and yelled to his battalion, “ Press on through the flames you cowards! Fight for the beautiful land you call home! Let that be your motivation for this fight!” The men charged through the flames unscathed. Just as Jorgul suspected, the fire was only an illusion to weaken the Tipon’s enemy’s spirits. More Tipon rose from the great crevices in the ground and attacked Jorgul’s troop. They were giant, muscular horned beasts with eyes as yellow as the sun.
At last, contact was made with Jorgul’s troop and the Tipon force. The Tipon, as usual, handled their poisoned scimitars. This time though Jorgul was taken by surprise for there were also larger Tipon bearing poisoned flails and poisoned adamantine bow and arrows. Ten of Jorgul’s men were cut down from one of the giant Tipon and his flail. Jorgul rushed up and drew a black dagger from his side and threw it straight at the head of the beast, and then slashed heavily with his twin hatchets as soon as he got close enough. The Tipon raised his flail to strike and Jorgul knew that if he blocked he would surely be flown to the other side of the battle from the sheer strength of the grotesque creature. So instead he ducked down and right after jumped up and made a double uppercut with his hatchets starting at the beasts chest. The Tipon stumbled back and howled as orange blood poured from the wound. While his enemy was caught off his guard Jorgul jumped up and slashed at the beast’s neck and sure enough the beast fell and died where he, moments before, stood.
Jorgul looked around him and saw his men fighting fiercely showing similar results across the field. He smiled as he felt as though they would utterly destroy the Tipon. Not a second later, he heard a crash. He looked to the far right of the field and saw a gaping hole in the line where a ballista had crashed. The reason it made such an impact was because these ballistae held an explosive concoction inside with two giant flail bearing Tipon ready to spring into battle. Jorgul yelled across the field, “Men watch out for those ballistae! Try and keep away from their blasting area or surely you will meet your ancestors sooner than once thought!” After saying his orders he met two Tipon with poisoned scimitars in one hand and a great shield in the other. He took his hatchet and slashed above him and the other hatchet slashing below him just narrowly deflecting both swords. He twisted his two hatchets out of the lock and quickly ended the life of a Tipon coming behind him. Jorgul then threw a fire potion at the two Tipon. This exploded straight in the middle of the two startled creatures burning them alive. Again Jorgul looked across and realized the tide had stayed the same even though there were major holes in the line everywhere from these great ballistae. The main line of the Tipon had been wiped out almost completely and the soldiers started running and hooting war cries. Suddenly, all hell broke loose as four hundred men from behind were disintegrated in an instant. Jorgul looked ahead to see a new line of Tipon about one bow shotfrom the feet of the fortress, which seemed to be entirely compiled of destruction sorcerers. Lines disappeared every couple minutes as the soldiers ran through traps such as wraith pits to get to these destruction mages. These pits were literally pits with a score of wraith ready to feast on any who were unlucky enough to fall in. As they got closer the Tipon loosed their arrows from the walls of the fortress and catapults and ballistae fired upon the attackers. Jorgul looked around yet again and saw many of his team fall into a giant wraith pit and as he ran by he heard their dying screams. This infuriated Jorgul’s troop to a maximum and they ran even faster through traps and enemy fire. As the great army reached the destruction mages a small line of Tipon swordsmen came out slashing and howling trying to protect the devastating mages from harm as long as they could.
The army’s number now dwindled and could not take much more. Jorgul’s troop of one thousand now numbered only one hundred fifty including himself. The force quickly decimated the line of swordsmen but they had down their job as another 400 men disappeared off the face of the earth leaving their clothes in the wind. The mages saw the coming threat and drew their wands and started aiming fireballs at the upcoming host. Jorgul saw out of the side of his eye one of his lieutenants set on fire and while trying to put himself out fall straight into a wraith pit. Jorgul ran up to a mage and started hacking and slashing at it but the Tipon had physical wards placed around itself that acted as a suit of armour. The Tipon drew a dagger and slashed at Jorgul knocking him in the side. He felt the poison rushing up through his veins and cringed as is edged closer to his heart. Jorgul fought on slashing more fiercely at the Tipon as his adrenaline fought off the deadly poison. This surprised the Tipon and his wards were weaker now his guard was down. Jorgul slashed with his hatchet and felt as if glass shattered with that hit. He knew this meant the wards were gone and it was time for him to be finished with the grotesque creature. He slashed up destroying the wand the creature put up in defence and it released all the magical energy stored inside right in the creatures face. He looked around most of the mages were dead or about to be. He panted and leaned against the wall where he knew the archers or artillery couldn’t reach him. He saw nothing but a few small contingents of men left and after a rough count he felt there was about two thousand left from the thirty thousand strong fighting force.
When all hope of their lives seemed lost he heard a distant sound. He looked down to the end of the valley and realized he was hearing drums. These drums were the drums of the second wave. This was the wave that could end this massacre. He saw men in white armour riding down quickly, mages destroying all openings to the wraith pits, Griffins flying downwards to the field with rocks in hand, and even a few shape shifters running down as massive Mountain Beogres. He wondered why his army was so weak compared to theirs in the manner of the creatures fighting in it. The only useful creatures they had were trolls, the rest of the creatures in the massive fray were orcs, goblins, new human recruits, and a few elven archers. Jorgul looked to the side and saw the small force that he had left all huddled against the wall as well. Apparently he was the only commander worthy left so he took up charge. He raised his hatchet and shouted, “We are not done here yet! So why are you maggots sitting here cowering up against a wall! Pick up your weapons and lets break this gate before our friends get here and if we die in the process know that you will die destroying the biggest threat this land has ever known!” His army still unnerved at the amount of creatures left to fight grudgingly agreed and started making torches to throw at the gate made of dead wood. Jorgul jeered as the fires started, “This will teach them to kill everything that they touch with their damned hands!” Eventually the fire started to spread and they could hear the screams of the Tipon from the other side but the thing that bothered the soldiers is how the Tipon were already retreating.
One field captain took a look into the gate and saw nothing and motioned for the soldiers to advance into the dark fortress. As they moved in they realized there was not one Tipon left. The soldiers started to hear the pounding footsteps of the reinforcement army behind them and so they quickened their pace a little bit to the square so they would gain more prestige from the generals at the head of this mission. As they reached the square Jorgul looked into the pass on the left of the square only to see the Tipon army holed up standing in formation. In front of them was one of the most frightening sights that had befallen Jorgul. It stood seven feet tall with a well-toned structure. It had a spiked armour plate all around its body. From every single seam and crack in this armour flames jutted out, even from the creature’s hand, down and around its magnificent sword. Wherever it took a step a flame jutted out of the earth and stayed there even without needing something to keep it alive. This creature was a hell knight, a minor demon in the ranking from Charan, but in Tirion it was one of the strongest demons you would ever see to have broken the chains that were set on it by the Gods so long ago. He looked straight at Jorgul and laughed, “Well…well…well… the pitiful army of the living world is here to put a stop to my master’s plan for this disgusting place. Even with the second wave of men you have coming here they will be obliterated.”
Jorgul winced at that but took in enough bravery to reply to this hellish demon, “What do you mean? We still have a great number here and with that force twice the larger of yours, you will stand no chance!”
“Are you really that foolish to think that you got here on your own accord? Pah! No you did not, we withdrew our troops very early so that, unlike you, we had the element of surprise!” At this the demon smiled a wicked grin and all of the sudden the screams of valour and victory changed into screams of fear and confusion. Jorgul looked back to see Tipon closing in the square from all directions, Tipon climbing the walls to archery positions and most horrifying of all, his dead comrades rising up and charging at the second wave.
Jorgul could just gape his mouth in awe as he saw this dreadful sight and after a quiet moment, which felt like a lifetime, the knight said, “What do you wish to say before you are sent to torment for all eternity?” Jorgul just looked at him after he recovered from his stupor and laughed. It was now the knight’s turn to be confused.
Jorgul eyed him and said, “I think I’d like to bring some company…” at that he ran up towards the knight while still caught up in his confusion hatchets drawn. With this random charge the rest of the first wave screamed and ran right towards the hell knight at full speed. At seeing this the Tipon looked to the hell knight wondering what they were to do but he just stared at the men charging wondering how could they be so brave. At last he reacted but it was too late for Jorgul and his men behind him had reached the front line of Tipon and just began cutting down the entire force with such speed and determination it rivalled even the skill of himself. At his command, the rest of the Tipon hesitantly started after the army who just took out more than one hundred of their kind in a matter of seconds.
The hell knight looked straight at Jorgul and yelled, “You will be the first to die by my sword!” At this he took a giant leap bringing himself in front of Jorgul in a second and a massive swipe that knocked back five of his comrades away from him. Jorgul didn’t even flinch bringing up his hatchets into a swing from either side at the knight. The knight smiled, leaped above the hatchets and kicked Jorgul straight back. Jorgul rose looking at the knight slowly approaching him then to the open door where the battle raged outside. The second wave was holding their own, but barely since it was now both the Tipon force and the undead army of those who died during the first wave. A couple of shape shifters made a pocket covering each other’s backs and swiping at anything that came near. A group of horsemen were trampling all of the undead soldiers while slicing down anything that was too strong to be taken down just by a horse with their gleaming swords.
He looked back just in time to see the hell knight swinging at him with his massive sword. Jorgul managed to just deflect it off with his hatchet but he could not believe the heat that was being brought from the sword alone. He worked his hatchets fast to try to push the knight back but this creature was just far too skilled and ended up driving him back instead. Jorgul looked over his shoulder to find a way out of this mess and saw a massive Tipon attacking one of the lieutenants. He hurried over to the fight and took the butt of one of his hatchets and smashed the back of the Tipon’s head with it and as the hell knight bore down on Jorgul the Tipon came around axe slashing the knight straight across the abdomen. Blood poured through the wound and the hell knight could only stare in pure amazement at the creature that had just completely and utterly defeated him without even scratching him with one of his hatchets. The knight tried to slash at Jorgul again, but the wound was killing him and he did not have the energy to match the orc’s speed. As Jorgul smacked away the flaming sword with his hatchets the hell knight looked straight up at Jorgul. The knight’s final words were gurgled but still understandable, “I’ll see you back at home fool…” With that the knight’s flames went out and his body went limp.
As soon as the knight died the Tipon looked around confused as if some vital connection was lost to them at that moment. This gave many of the men their chance to finish of the grotesque beasts in front of them. Every single one of the undead fell down into heaps on the ground and the Tipon marksmen lost basically all of their skill in aim. Jorgul watched as the entire Tipon army fell apart at their main and last fortress in Tirion.
An hour later Jorgul’s second officer came up beside him and whistled a sharp note, “Now how the hell did that happen? This army was destroying us and now there is barely a Tipon to be seen…” he said.
Jorgul looked at him and laughed and said, “You haven’t realized yet? The Tipon were always so skillful and intellectual because they had an unseen power guarding them. This time it was this hell knight supplying all of the power but only for this small branch for if he had to control more his magic would be exhausted.”
The officer screwed up his face at Jorgul and asked, “Then how the hell was there an entire empire of the goddamn things?”
Again Jorgul took in a great laughter at his friend’s lack of common sense, “This was only a hell knight, a minor demon by far, but the Demon King Prrtag had an unspeakable amount of power compared to even that knight slain today. When he was slain the armies of the Tipon were already scarce and so we didn’t really notice the shift in the power of their ranks. Now that the last thing holding them together is gone, the Tipon became just another common creature we need to fight every day.”
“I see… then wait… will things go back to the way they were? Since this war started we have gained so much knowledge and prestige! Will we lose it because of men, dwarves and elves not able to keep order with anything like always?”
Jorgul pondered that thought and shrugged, “There is no real way to tell whether or not it will happen but we must just live the life we have as it is.” After a long pause Jorgul looked back at his comrade and started to say, “It’s funny how-” but as he said that a straggling Tipon came up with a mace and crushed in his skull. The second officer watched this in horror and drew his sword, slashed the beast across its chest and the beast was dead.
He looked around for any more stragglers. When he was sure there were no more of the things left, he looked down at Jorgul’s crumpled form and said, “It is funny sir… how cruel this damned world truly can be.”
4/2/10
Reasons for Spreckening Zee Angaleesh
Heres how I got to my realization I wanted to become a writer and go into English at McMaster but starting now to then.
10. Accepting my entrance into McMaster for English
9. Applying to McMaster for English
8. Being told the financial difficulties that come along with moving away
7. Beginning to write my book
6. Realizing that I could write these books and I could finally exert my passion for this genre
5. Reading R.A. Salvatore books
4. A book love story began with fantasy novels and I
3. Reading my first fantasy novel, The Lost Years of Merlin by T.A. Baron
2. Moving on to Mystery Novels
1. Beginning to read Dr. Seuss books
10. Accepting my entrance into McMaster for English
9. Applying to McMaster for English
8. Being told the financial difficulties that come along with moving away
7. Beginning to write my book
6. Realizing that I could write these books and I could finally exert my passion for this genre
5. Reading R.A. Salvatore books
4. A book love story began with fantasy novels and I
3. Reading my first fantasy novel, The Lost Years of Merlin by T.A. Baron
2. Moving on to Mystery Novels
1. Beginning to read Dr. Seuss books
From the End to the Beginning
Yet another blog post to do with my Writer's Craft course and our writings in class. In two posts I will post the prologue to my book even though it does need some editing. For now let me satisfy your reading pleasures with this story.
Let's go back to the start. Although looking back, it seems like the end...
My father had just died, my mother was in a coma from shock, my house was under reconciliation and my husband was divorcing me. I was in such a depression I forgot to hire a lawyer for my court case and so I faced my former husband's ruthless lawyer on my own.
I lost nearly everything, but the one thing that I truly cared about. This one thing was my son. Jacob was my little star and so he managed to make me smile even under the current circumstances. I loved him to pieces but since he was only four I think he loved me as much as he did his little toy wrench.
One day as we went down to the grocery store to get food I was throwing the food in a basket to throw out my frustration. For some strange reason Jacob noticed this and said, "Mommy, let's search for cookies like detectives!"
I smiled and said, "Alright my dear little Watson let's look for clues!"
As we finished up I grabbed my depression pills and headed to the checkout. We took the city bus to our crusty apartment building up to Rm 143. I took a look at the lock and realized it was already open. I opened the door and saw an odd old man staring out the window. "May I help you?" I asked him, not with fear but with sheer curiousity.
He looked back at me and said, "Mrs. Jennings, I know you have gone through a lot in the past month but believe me, it is not as bad as it seems." I wondered what he was saying and apparently that was obvious because he continued on saying, "I was a friend of your father's and I promised him that if anything should happen to him I would look after his family."
I was electrified with so much happiness that I began to cry. Jacob tugged on my pant leggings and I became much more alert. "Are you serious? Or is this just some cruel joke?"
He laughed a heartily laugh that someone who is anything but bad could use, "My dear lady," he stated, "this is no scandal! I am moving you and your darling little son into my mansion and I have hired the best doctors to tend to your dearest mother. Don't worry, everything will be all right."
This was the beginning of the not so bitter end. Jacob continued to make me smile until the end of my days, my mother made a full recovery and lived until she turned 93 with my loving step-father, the old and wonderful man who took care of us. I officially loved life again. Clearly you'd feel the same had you been there at the beginning of the end
Let's go back to the start. Although looking back, it seems like the end...
My father had just died, my mother was in a coma from shock, my house was under reconciliation and my husband was divorcing me. I was in such a depression I forgot to hire a lawyer for my court case and so I faced my former husband's ruthless lawyer on my own.
I lost nearly everything, but the one thing that I truly cared about. This one thing was my son. Jacob was my little star and so he managed to make me smile even under the current circumstances. I loved him to pieces but since he was only four I think he loved me as much as he did his little toy wrench.
One day as we went down to the grocery store to get food I was throwing the food in a basket to throw out my frustration. For some strange reason Jacob noticed this and said, "Mommy, let's search for cookies like detectives!"
I smiled and said, "Alright my dear little Watson let's look for clues!"
As we finished up I grabbed my depression pills and headed to the checkout. We took the city bus to our crusty apartment building up to Rm 143. I took a look at the lock and realized it was already open. I opened the door and saw an odd old man staring out the window. "May I help you?" I asked him, not with fear but with sheer curiousity.
He looked back at me and said, "Mrs. Jennings, I know you have gone through a lot in the past month but believe me, it is not as bad as it seems." I wondered what he was saying and apparently that was obvious because he continued on saying, "I was a friend of your father's and I promised him that if anything should happen to him I would look after his family."
I was electrified with so much happiness that I began to cry. Jacob tugged on my pant leggings and I became much more alert. "Are you serious? Or is this just some cruel joke?"
He laughed a heartily laugh that someone who is anything but bad could use, "My dear lady," he stated, "this is no scandal! I am moving you and your darling little son into my mansion and I have hired the best doctors to tend to your dearest mother. Don't worry, everything will be all right."
This was the beginning of the not so bitter end. Jacob continued to make me smile until the end of my days, my mother made a full recovery and lived until she turned 93 with my loving step-father, the old and wonderful man who took care of us. I officially loved life again. Clearly you'd feel the same had you been there at the beginning of the end
Its going to be a party party
When I think of a party I would love to have with friends I would think a party in a basement playing board games etc. would be amazing. When thinking of a party that I would want to have with people I don't know I would think a beach party would be quite amazing. Now who exactly would I invite to such a party? Only the coolest people in the world of course!
My ten favourite people in the world that I would invite, in no particular order, are.
1. Greg Nori- Lead singer of Treble Charger and he also happens to be my one and only idol in the world.
2. Matthew Good- Most underappreciated musician in the world and to have a conversation with him would be heart-stopping.
3. Jon Stewart- Hilarious and an extremely savvy man when it comes to politics
4. Yahtzee Croshaw- A game reviewer, but he really is hilarious and would be interesting to talk to
5. Dave Grohl- Lead singer of the Foo Fighters and former drummer of Nirvana, who wouldn't want to have him at a party!
6. R.A Salvatore- One of the greatest fantasy writers of all time.
7. T.A. Baron- The reason I've fallen in love with fantasy.
8. Mr. Powles- That guy has to be my favourite teacher I have ever had and probably the most intelligent as well.
9. Ian VanDuzer- The kids my best friend, my wing man and so much more. A party without him would not be a party at all.
10. My girlfriend- She is the world to me and so I think I should definitely bring her along: ).
My ten favourite people in the world that I would invite, in no particular order, are.
1. Greg Nori- Lead singer of Treble Charger and he also happens to be my one and only idol in the world.
2. Matthew Good- Most underappreciated musician in the world and to have a conversation with him would be heart-stopping.
3. Jon Stewart- Hilarious and an extremely savvy man when it comes to politics
4. Yahtzee Croshaw- A game reviewer, but he really is hilarious and would be interesting to talk to
5. Dave Grohl- Lead singer of the Foo Fighters and former drummer of Nirvana, who wouldn't want to have him at a party!
6. R.A Salvatore- One of the greatest fantasy writers of all time.
7. T.A. Baron- The reason I've fallen in love with fantasy.
8. Mr. Powles- That guy has to be my favourite teacher I have ever had and probably the most intelligent as well.
9. Ian VanDuzer- The kids my best friend, my wing man and so much more. A party without him would not be a party at all.
10. My girlfriend- She is the world to me and so I think I should definitely bring her along: ).
The Tops
Every media made thing has some classification to it. Five classifications that I will explore using my favourite of each are as follows:
Literal
- A book called Tulipomania has to be the best Literal media influenced object I have ever witnessed. This is because the style of the writing and the history behind the crazed tulip fad is so delicious that it makes me want to go back into the Medieval Netherlands and devour some tulip bulbs myself.
Emotional
- Something that has made me feel strongly about a subject is a movie called Tru Confessions. It was when I was between the ages of 10-12 and it is about a girl with a mentally challenged brother. The struggles and the idiocracy of the people towards the mentally challenged is almost unbearable to comprehend after watching this movie. It definitely changed my views upon how we should treat these people.
Moral
- Under this I really can't choose a media source alone and so I will choose one entire company based on creating morals for children. This company is Disney. Every Disney cartoon is made to outline a moral and that moral is shot straight into our face.
Symbolic
- I would have to say when looking for something symbolic I look towards the musician Matthew Good. Every single one of his songs has to be symbolic and filled with such meaning that it blows the mind. Matthew Good is the master of symbolism and hidden meaning and there is no doubt that he will continue to be a master until the end of his days.
Hyperbolic
- The greatest hyperbolic thing of all time, in my opinion, has to be Monty Python and the Holy Grail. The sheer ridiculousness of everything in that movie and over exaggeration of every character makes it into one of my favourite movies of all time.
Literal
- A book called Tulipomania has to be the best Literal media influenced object I have ever witnessed. This is because the style of the writing and the history behind the crazed tulip fad is so delicious that it makes me want to go back into the Medieval Netherlands and devour some tulip bulbs myself.
Emotional
- Something that has made me feel strongly about a subject is a movie called Tru Confessions. It was when I was between the ages of 10-12 and it is about a girl with a mentally challenged brother. The struggles and the idiocracy of the people towards the mentally challenged is almost unbearable to comprehend after watching this movie. It definitely changed my views upon how we should treat these people.
Moral
- Under this I really can't choose a media source alone and so I will choose one entire company based on creating morals for children. This company is Disney. Every Disney cartoon is made to outline a moral and that moral is shot straight into our face.
Symbolic
- I would have to say when looking for something symbolic I look towards the musician Matthew Good. Every single one of his songs has to be symbolic and filled with such meaning that it blows the mind. Matthew Good is the master of symbolism and hidden meaning and there is no doubt that he will continue to be a master until the end of his days.
Hyperbolic
- The greatest hyperbolic thing of all time, in my opinion, has to be Monty Python and the Holy Grail. The sheer ridiculousness of everything in that movie and over exaggeration of every character makes it into one of my favourite movies of all time.
The Encounter
Last Sunday I had a traumatic experience...
I was on a hike one day during this past summer. It was one of the most beautiful days that entire season and nothing seemed like it could go wrong. I was with my friends Daniel and Steven. We planned on going along this trail until we reached 'The Drop'. The Drop is not the actual name of this cliff it is just a name me and my friends gave it because of the certainty of death if you managed to fall off.
We made jokes as we plodded along the dirt trail. We made distinguished landmarks so we could find our way back. One such landmark was the Grim Reaper tree. The tree had a jutting out piece that looked like a hood and inside the 'hood' was a horribly disfigured face. To top it all off there was a hooked branch sticking out right beside the tree to make the look even more effective.
After passing the Reaper tree we came to a rock. This rock is henceforth known as Happy rock. Apparently some people passing the rock noticed its circular shape and decided to carve a happy face into it. Steven, when smiling, resembles the rock so much that we had to turn it into a landmark. We carved two angry eyebrows into the rock before we left as to add to the masterpiece.
Our third and final landmark before The Drop was The Trip. This is just a piece of the trail where it is almost impossible to not trip over the ground. First Steven tripped over a stick jutting out, then Daniel tripped over a random pot hole in the trail, then since I dodged all obstacles Daniel and Steven, as a team, forced me to trip.
There it was. The Drop was in our sights. Steven and Daniel took it slowly up to the cliff, but I, in my excitement, ran up to the top.
Crash!
I bumped into something and the next thing I knew all I heard was a distinct, "Ahh!" Apparently what I bumped into was another person and that person was now hurdling to their inevitable doom. I looked down in shock as Steven and Daniel walked up beside me.
Crunch!
Steven and Daniel looked at me and simultaneously said, "David! What the hell did you do!?" I, still with my mouth agape, just looked down in disbelief.
Daniel then put his hand on my shoulder and said that, "We should leave, no one will find out..." Steven then nodded his head and both of them pulled me along. As we passed The Trip none of us tripped. As we passed the Happy rock there was bird feces all along the face except for our addition. As we passed the Reaper tree we noticed that a woodpecker had taken a liking to the face. Our favourite spot and our landmarks had all been destroyed by a single encounter.
Daniel and Steven told me not to add this into my blog but I feel that if I don't the justice to this man will not be served. So I shall post this in full knowledge of the consequences. Today I had an encounter, this encounter ended in the result of a lost life. I am sorry...
I was on a hike one day during this past summer. It was one of the most beautiful days that entire season and nothing seemed like it could go wrong. I was with my friends Daniel and Steven. We planned on going along this trail until we reached 'The Drop'. The Drop is not the actual name of this cliff it is just a name me and my friends gave it because of the certainty of death if you managed to fall off.
We made jokes as we plodded along the dirt trail. We made distinguished landmarks so we could find our way back. One such landmark was the Grim Reaper tree. The tree had a jutting out piece that looked like a hood and inside the 'hood' was a horribly disfigured face. To top it all off there was a hooked branch sticking out right beside the tree to make the look even more effective.
After passing the Reaper tree we came to a rock. This rock is henceforth known as Happy rock. Apparently some people passing the rock noticed its circular shape and decided to carve a happy face into it. Steven, when smiling, resembles the rock so much that we had to turn it into a landmark. We carved two angry eyebrows into the rock before we left as to add to the masterpiece.
Our third and final landmark before The Drop was The Trip. This is just a piece of the trail where it is almost impossible to not trip over the ground. First Steven tripped over a stick jutting out, then Daniel tripped over a random pot hole in the trail, then since I dodged all obstacles Daniel and Steven, as a team, forced me to trip.
There it was. The Drop was in our sights. Steven and Daniel took it slowly up to the cliff, but I, in my excitement, ran up to the top.
Crash!
I bumped into something and the next thing I knew all I heard was a distinct, "Ahh!" Apparently what I bumped into was another person and that person was now hurdling to their inevitable doom. I looked down in shock as Steven and Daniel walked up beside me.
Crunch!
Steven and Daniel looked at me and simultaneously said, "David! What the hell did you do!?" I, still with my mouth agape, just looked down in disbelief.
Daniel then put his hand on my shoulder and said that, "We should leave, no one will find out..." Steven then nodded his head and both of them pulled me along. As we passed The Trip none of us tripped. As we passed the Happy rock there was bird feces all along the face except for our addition. As we passed the Reaper tree we noticed that a woodpecker had taken a liking to the face. Our favourite spot and our landmarks had all been destroyed by a single encounter.
Daniel and Steven told me not to add this into my blog but I feel that if I don't the justice to this man will not be served. So I shall post this in full knowledge of the consequences. Today I had an encounter, this encounter ended in the result of a lost life. I am sorry...
Regarding my next post
My next post is another story to do with my writers craft course but my explanation is separate so I can hide that is in fact not true.
2/18/10
2/17/10
Finding long lost Treasures in a Grain of Sand
In my writer's craft course I am currently taking in high school. We were asked to make a short story using our teacher's desired beginning and ending. She would also, randomly, write words on the board and proceeded to say that in our next sentence we needed to add in that particular word. After twenty minutes of writing, here is the result of such an exercise.
You would never have guessed what happened when I went to go beach combing the other day… I woke up at 6 a.m. as if it was any other day. Suddenly the phone next to my bed began ringing. I went over to the phone and said, “Hello? Who’s calling?”
“You know…” said the voice on the other line.
“No I don’t! You better tell me who this is right now or this conversation is over!”
“Take a look at the photograph beside your bed.” the voice replied again.
I looked behind myself at the desk where a photo of a couple sailing happily resided. This photo was one of my former wife and I. The only reason that she was former was because twenty years ago she was brutally murdered. As I was about to reply, my iPod from across the room began to sound off the song that was playing when I walked into our house to find my wife’s body. I should have taken that as a sign of the terrible day that was to come, but foolishly I did not. I went back to the phone and said with a stuttering voice, “Who the hell are you?”
“Go do what you usually do and you will know…” the voice said aggressively as the line cut out. I went over to grab some grubby clothing to put on, and did not bother to shower since I was extremely scared as to what was happening. I went over to my doorway, and hurriedly put on my bright blue shoes. When I walked out I realized I forgot to grab my keys, but thankfully I forgot to lock the door as well. I then opened the door and looked to the left where I found my keys on the shoe rack. I went down the street at a running pace, but was soon distracted by a McDonald’s. This was not because I was hungry, which was true at the time, but because there was a man in a black coat staring straight at me.
I went up to him and asked, “Are you the one who called me? And if so why go through this fuss?!”
He looked me deep in the eyes and said, “Yes…” he then proceeded to pull out a gun and say, “and to finish the job.”
That was the day I died and it was probably much more outlandish than most deaths you would hear about in your local newspaper… and I swear to you, that is exactly how it all went down.
-Dave
You would never have guessed what happened when I went to go beach combing the other day… I woke up at 6 a.m. as if it was any other day. Suddenly the phone next to my bed began ringing. I went over to the phone and said, “Hello? Who’s calling?”
“You know…” said the voice on the other line.
“No I don’t! You better tell me who this is right now or this conversation is over!”
“Take a look at the photograph beside your bed.” the voice replied again.
I looked behind myself at the desk where a photo of a couple sailing happily resided. This photo was one of my former wife and I. The only reason that she was former was because twenty years ago she was brutally murdered. As I was about to reply, my iPod from across the room began to sound off the song that was playing when I walked into our house to find my wife’s body. I should have taken that as a sign of the terrible day that was to come, but foolishly I did not. I went back to the phone and said with a stuttering voice, “Who the hell are you?”
“Go do what you usually do and you will know…” the voice said aggressively as the line cut out. I went over to grab some grubby clothing to put on, and did not bother to shower since I was extremely scared as to what was happening. I went over to my doorway, and hurriedly put on my bright blue shoes. When I walked out I realized I forgot to grab my keys, but thankfully I forgot to lock the door as well. I then opened the door and looked to the left where I found my keys on the shoe rack. I went down the street at a running pace, but was soon distracted by a McDonald’s. This was not because I was hungry, which was true at the time, but because there was a man in a black coat staring straight at me.
I went up to him and asked, “Are you the one who called me? And if so why go through this fuss?!”
He looked me deep in the eyes and said, “Yes…” he then proceeded to pull out a gun and say, “and to finish the job.”
That was the day I died and it was probably much more outlandish than most deaths you would hear about in your local newspaper… and I swear to you, that is exactly how it all went down.
-Dave
2/10/10
These Books are meant for Eating:D
Books are for eating and eating is for books... wait.. that makes no sense.... but ya! As already stated I love to read and I love to read sooo much that I want to eat my books! The key word in that sentence is WANT! I'm not some huge fat monster coming to eat paper and covers! I just love the books I read so extremely fantastically much that they're something so good for me I need to eat them to survive...not literally of course. There are also books that NEED to be burned, blown up, rampaged on by gorillas, shot into space, and, for the purpose of this blog, eaten because they are so extremely terrible! My list will consist of six books since I had to include one extra to my original idea of five books, not that you would know that I planned that particular number.
1. The first book I would eat is probably the one I love the most. This book is also on the display picture of my blog. The Lost years of Merlin is such an amazing text (as are the rest of the series which consists of five books total) because of its way to bring someone into its genre. This was the first fantasy book I read and it turned out not to be the last. It's almost seamless transition from normal to mystical, it's new creatures with all of their strange qualities, and its choice of a hero is impeccable!
2. The second book I would eat would be another book I love! I would not eat this book for knowledge or for creative successes, I would eat it because of its amazing storytelling that immerses you so much into it that you feel as if you are watching a high budget movie such as The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. In fact I would love to eat the entire series, consisting of over 20 books (all of which I have read), because it is not the particular book it is just the author R.A. Salvatore. The book in question I would love to eat would be Homeland but the series it is a part of is called The Legend of Drizzt. This series goes on almost flawlessly throughout with highly descriptive action sequences and events of which all impact the story in a large way whether it be in short term or long term. Due to Salvatore's amazing storytelling skills I read all of this series within 6 months and only during work and an hour before bed every week.
3. My preference in genre, as you can probably note, is fantasy but you do not need to have over the top fantasy in order for it to be a great fantasy book. My next book is a great example of this. It mostly follows a medieval style war in the Middle Eastern setting but there is one bit of magic that it introduces, and that is a magic that is connected by your spirit and the element of nature's spirit you are trying to connect your magic to whether it be air, fire, rock, or water. Hilari Bell's concepts and amazing storylines in Fall of a Kingdom and the rest of the Farsala Trilogy are the farthest thing from cliche.
4. There is also one other form of fantasy. This form is historical fantasy and it is seen in the novel Arthur: The Seeing Stone. The series goes on through a life of a noble during the middle ages named Arthur. It uses so much history to make the characters flare into life and also uses the mythical story of King Arthur to create the fantasy aspect of the story. The Seeing Stone in the books is used to show the story of King Arthur and in so the book accomplished an amazing device especially since it was given by a man named Merlin who is the only person that is seen inside the stone that is from Arthur's real life.
5. Now for two books that are of the category of which need to be eaten since they are so terrible. The first book needs to be eaten because it completely changes an age old legend, but not for the better. Twilight takes the traditional vampire and turns it into a sparkling, loving creature instead of the bloodthirsty killing machines we are used to. It also, in later books, does this to werewolves. This book is the love of all preteens and of those who dislike the traditional telling of what a vampire is since they think it is 'icky'. This book is something that does not teach you to read better, something that has a breathtaking storyline, or something that changes your life in some way. This book is just fluff; crap.
6. The final book is a biography. This book is all about the Montreal Canadiens; a hockey team. That along makes Hundred Years of Glory a terrible book. The Montreal Canadiens are disgusting and so their biography about their 'Hundred Years of Glory' would be as well. A great book though would be about the amazing and beautiful team that is the Toronto Maple Leafs. This final book is eaten only because a friend of mine. You know who you are : P.
-Dave
1. The first book I would eat is probably the one I love the most. This book is also on the display picture of my blog. The Lost years of Merlin is such an amazing text (as are the rest of the series which consists of five books total) because of its way to bring someone into its genre. This was the first fantasy book I read and it turned out not to be the last. It's almost seamless transition from normal to mystical, it's new creatures with all of their strange qualities, and its choice of a hero is impeccable!
2. The second book I would eat would be another book I love! I would not eat this book for knowledge or for creative successes, I would eat it because of its amazing storytelling that immerses you so much into it that you feel as if you are watching a high budget movie such as The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. In fact I would love to eat the entire series, consisting of over 20 books (all of which I have read), because it is not the particular book it is just the author R.A. Salvatore. The book in question I would love to eat would be Homeland but the series it is a part of is called The Legend of Drizzt. This series goes on almost flawlessly throughout with highly descriptive action sequences and events of which all impact the story in a large way whether it be in short term or long term. Due to Salvatore's amazing storytelling skills I read all of this series within 6 months and only during work and an hour before bed every week.
3. My preference in genre, as you can probably note, is fantasy but you do not need to have over the top fantasy in order for it to be a great fantasy book. My next book is a great example of this. It mostly follows a medieval style war in the Middle Eastern setting but there is one bit of magic that it introduces, and that is a magic that is connected by your spirit and the element of nature's spirit you are trying to connect your magic to whether it be air, fire, rock, or water. Hilari Bell's concepts and amazing storylines in Fall of a Kingdom and the rest of the Farsala Trilogy are the farthest thing from cliche.
4. There is also one other form of fantasy. This form is historical fantasy and it is seen in the novel Arthur: The Seeing Stone. The series goes on through a life of a noble during the middle ages named Arthur. It uses so much history to make the characters flare into life and also uses the mythical story of King Arthur to create the fantasy aspect of the story. The Seeing Stone in the books is used to show the story of King Arthur and in so the book accomplished an amazing device especially since it was given by a man named Merlin who is the only person that is seen inside the stone that is from Arthur's real life.
5. Now for two books that are of the category of which need to be eaten since they are so terrible. The first book needs to be eaten because it completely changes an age old legend, but not for the better. Twilight takes the traditional vampire and turns it into a sparkling, loving creature instead of the bloodthirsty killing machines we are used to. It also, in later books, does this to werewolves. This book is the love of all preteens and of those who dislike the traditional telling of what a vampire is since they think it is 'icky'. This book is something that does not teach you to read better, something that has a breathtaking storyline, or something that changes your life in some way. This book is just fluff; crap.
6. The final book is a biography. This book is all about the Montreal Canadiens; a hockey team. That along makes Hundred Years of Glory a terrible book. The Montreal Canadiens are disgusting and so their biography about their 'Hundred Years of Glory' would be as well. A great book though would be about the amazing and beautiful team that is the Toronto Maple Leafs. This final book is eaten only because a friend of mine. You know who you are : P.
-Dave
2/5/10
The 25 things I love to write about
People love writing about one thing more than anything else. Any guess as to what that thing is? It is themselves! We as a whole love writing about us and letting everyone know who we are and what we are about! So in reality every single one of the things I love to write about is a key part of who and what I am. So let's get started shall we?
1. I love love love love looooveeeee writing about fantasy because you get to create your own world where ANYTHING can happen.
2. I love writing about history. This is strange but it is sooo interesting in the sense that you get to describe all of the battles and societal struggles that happened and even have your own take on the matter.
3. I love writing about friendship because it is the thing, next to family, that keeps us from falling apart time and time again.
4. I love writing about criminals because their plans are so intricate and almost, if not really, perfect
5. Going hand in hand with the previous point, I love writing about serial killers and murderers because they are geniuses for the most part. They just crossed the border from genius to insanity.
6. I love writing about nature because nature is just tossed aside as unimportant and terrible nowadays. This is in the sense that whenever you hear about nature on the prime time news it is about the natural disasters and whenever nature activists are on the news it is because they did something such as prevent a building from going up or have broken the law in some way.
7. I love writing about political issues because these arguments are never ending and are so important to our success as a civilization.
8. I love writing about my philosophies because philosophies are what make us think. What is the meaning of life? Is there life after death? These questions are ones that cross almost every human being's mind at some point in their life.
9. I love writing about fictional disasters in the sense of an action movie such as one that you would see in Die Hard.
10. I love writing about someone that eminates me because that helps me grow and realize what I really am like according to the situation.
11. I love writing about random thoughts because when you just write down your thoughts as they come to your head you end up having the strangest and most enlightening conversation you would ever have.
12. I love writing about space because it is so infinite that anything can happen there and there are so many theories about it that the thinking never ends.
13. I love writing about school because there are tons of issues that can occur such as break-ups, prom, and big games.
14. I love writing about work because people do the strangest things at work and people also have lost their minds because of it (going postal).
15. I love writing about books I have read because you find things out about the book you never would have found out without writing about it first.
16. I love writing about music because every song have a ton of different interpretations and can have such a huge impact on the world.
17. I love writing about the capitalist structure that we have here because it is filled with corruption and conspiracy theories.
18. I love writing about video games, not because they are an entertainment but because I love analysing them as to why the developers did what they did.
19. I love writing about the change in technology because it has been making us lazier and lazier as the years have gone on.
20. I love writing about the new generations that are coming along because they have changed so much. For example most people drink by the time they are 11-12 now from my experience with children while in my generation it is 14-15.
21. I love writing about change in style because that eminates the mood of the world at the time. For example right now a lot of people are dressing in the scene style and gangster style because the world is going through a hard time and people do not see that changing for a while to come.
22. I love writing like a journal because it makes you think about how much of a useful day you have spent instead of doing things such as talking on MSN all day.
23. I love writing about other writers because they are going through the same decisions I am attempting to make and their choices define them as a person.
24. I love writing about disasters that happen around the world because they shape what happens next. Such as the current issue of Haiti.
25. I love writing about celebrities because they are always in the spot light and in so they have the most interesting conspiracy theories about them.
I know you are wondering; how can you love to write about all these things? Well, the answer is that I just love writing.
-Dave
1. I love love love love looooveeeee writing about fantasy because you get to create your own world where ANYTHING can happen.
2. I love writing about history. This is strange but it is sooo interesting in the sense that you get to describe all of the battles and societal struggles that happened and even have your own take on the matter.
3. I love writing about friendship because it is the thing, next to family, that keeps us from falling apart time and time again.
4. I love writing about criminals because their plans are so intricate and almost, if not really, perfect
5. Going hand in hand with the previous point, I love writing about serial killers and murderers because they are geniuses for the most part. They just crossed the border from genius to insanity.
6. I love writing about nature because nature is just tossed aside as unimportant and terrible nowadays. This is in the sense that whenever you hear about nature on the prime time news it is about the natural disasters and whenever nature activists are on the news it is because they did something such as prevent a building from going up or have broken the law in some way.
7. I love writing about political issues because these arguments are never ending and are so important to our success as a civilization.
8. I love writing about my philosophies because philosophies are what make us think. What is the meaning of life? Is there life after death? These questions are ones that cross almost every human being's mind at some point in their life.
9. I love writing about fictional disasters in the sense of an action movie such as one that you would see in Die Hard.
10. I love writing about someone that eminates me because that helps me grow and realize what I really am like according to the situation.
11. I love writing about random thoughts because when you just write down your thoughts as they come to your head you end up having the strangest and most enlightening conversation you would ever have.
12. I love writing about space because it is so infinite that anything can happen there and there are so many theories about it that the thinking never ends.
13. I love writing about school because there are tons of issues that can occur such as break-ups, prom, and big games.
14. I love writing about work because people do the strangest things at work and people also have lost their minds because of it (going postal).
15. I love writing about books I have read because you find things out about the book you never would have found out without writing about it first.
16. I love writing about music because every song have a ton of different interpretations and can have such a huge impact on the world.
17. I love writing about the capitalist structure that we have here because it is filled with corruption and conspiracy theories.
18. I love writing about video games, not because they are an entertainment but because I love analysing them as to why the developers did what they did.
19. I love writing about the change in technology because it has been making us lazier and lazier as the years have gone on.
20. I love writing about the new generations that are coming along because they have changed so much. For example most people drink by the time they are 11-12 now from my experience with children while in my generation it is 14-15.
21. I love writing about change in style because that eminates the mood of the world at the time. For example right now a lot of people are dressing in the scene style and gangster style because the world is going through a hard time and people do not see that changing for a while to come.
22. I love writing like a journal because it makes you think about how much of a useful day you have spent instead of doing things such as talking on MSN all day.
23. I love writing about other writers because they are going through the same decisions I am attempting to make and their choices define them as a person.
24. I love writing about disasters that happen around the world because they shape what happens next. Such as the current issue of Haiti.
25. I love writing about celebrities because they are always in the spot light and in so they have the most interesting conspiracy theories about them.
I know you are wondering; how can you love to write about all these things? Well, the answer is that I just love writing.
-Dave
2/4/10
The Beginning
Hey, my name is Dave and this is a blog about anything. Seriously! It's a place where I come to talk about issues that I find interesting (and hopefully you too!), write little blurbs about life, and maybe even a story or two (fictional of course).
I'm a tall, lanky, blond hair, blue eyed Polish kid from Canada. I love to live life to the fullest (not by getting drunk every weekend though>.>) and make sure everyone around me is as positive and bright (in the sense of happiness; I'm not a narcissistic person!) as I am. I love to read anything good but I have the preferred genre of Fantasy. I love to read so much that it has inspired me to create my own novel. I am currently writing a Fantasy based book myself and hope to have it published within the next year or two. Since I know you may ask, I may post some of the beginning chapters on this blog. I'm also very interested in movies as well as popular video games but this is not to say I have no life whatsoever. I also love playing volleyball, baseball and (with my friends) football. I also work as a lifeguard and in so accomplish a ton of swimming. I am someone who would, when given the choice, rather go outside with a friend along a trail than stay inside talking on MSN with a friend as to how much of a loser Billy is. Music is a huge part of my life. It is in the fact that whenever I do my homework, go on a walk by myself, am doing anything in my house by myself, or read in my room I am always listening to music. One last little blurb about me (I know you'll want to know more;) ) is that friends are #1 to me because they provide so much support and understanding towards any situation you get yourself stuck in.
Hopefully you will like this blog as much as I like writing it but only time will tell.
-Dave
I'm a tall, lanky, blond hair, blue eyed Polish kid from Canada. I love to live life to the fullest (not by getting drunk every weekend though>.>) and make sure everyone around me is as positive and bright (in the sense of happiness; I'm not a narcissistic person!) as I am. I love to read anything good but I have the preferred genre of Fantasy. I love to read so much that it has inspired me to create my own novel. I am currently writing a Fantasy based book myself and hope to have it published within the next year or two. Since I know you may ask, I may post some of the beginning chapters on this blog. I'm also very interested in movies as well as popular video games but this is not to say I have no life whatsoever. I also love playing volleyball, baseball and (with my friends) football. I also work as a lifeguard and in so accomplish a ton of swimming. I am someone who would, when given the choice, rather go outside with a friend along a trail than stay inside talking on MSN with a friend as to how much of a loser Billy is. Music is a huge part of my life. It is in the fact that whenever I do my homework, go on a walk by myself, am doing anything in my house by myself, or read in my room I am always listening to music. One last little blurb about me (I know you'll want to know more;) ) is that friends are #1 to me because they provide so much support and understanding towards any situation you get yourself stuck in.
Hopefully you will like this blog as much as I like writing it but only time will tell.
-Dave
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