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--- Chap.1. Preparations ---

 

 

 

Long ago, in the Ancient Kingdoms of Opal, to the imperial city of Istandiir, capital of the beautiful province of Achenlor, lived a young boy, Anaël. His dearest wish was to one day become a great knight, but he came from a humble family and lived in the shopping districts of the imperial city, and, if we followed the book of the ways and customs in force in the Realms, only persons of noble rank were eligible for this long-desired title, unless truly exceptional circumstances.

His father, an upholsterer, earned his daily bread honestly, and worked hard to feed his entire family. Anaël had two older brothers, Arwin, and Ebell, who helped their father at work, the mother had died giving birth to her little sister, Yiniel. She had long curly blond hair, the color of the wheat ripened in the sun, as his mother once, she was the spitting image with his angel face. The similarity between Anaël and his little sister was such that one would have thought they were twins.

 

Situated in a beautiful natural setting and surrounded by a lush emerald green forest, the City of Istandiir was magnificent. Considered the most beautiful jewels of the kingdom, it stood proudly to the sky and stretched majestically out of the side of a large fault rock, with, on his right, the Aden river jumping from the cliff top in multiple waterfalls, forming an impressive wall of water nearly a half mile away. This part of the untamed river plunged into an estuary located in the west, below the capital, formed by its junction with the Scinian Sea and its nice sandy beaches. Defended by an incredible succession of towering white stone walls and a network of fortified towers ending in points, its graceful architecture consisted of a mix of imperial and Elven style. Huge arches stylized and finely decorated, where flocks of passerines flew *, completed the gather and consolidate everything, forming a beautiful maze made of stone, marble, stained glass and shrubs to complete this great work.

The districts which made up the entire city spread over several levels, according to a specific hierarchical order, depending on the prominence and social situation of its inhabitants. They started from the bottom of the cliff, by a series of terraced buildings, to finish in points with the high towers of the Imperial Palace, which peaked on the top. Not far from the palace and its private gardens, reserved to the Court of the Emperor and Empress, was a splendid green park where it was good to stroll in any hour of the day, or even to wander randomly in the night to satisfy a bit more romantic encounters. Then came, surrounding the park of their inescapable presence, the city's universities and worship, the main market square with its shops, and finally, the great arena for games and entertainment. It was good to live in this wonderful city, and the entire population was happy to share this privilege daily.

 

The Elves and the Imperials had finally learned to live together in harmony and peace, and such as great builders, they were able to enjoy each other and benefit from their respective cultures, so different but oh so complementary. The capital of Istandiir became a symbol of the peaceful co-existence of the two races.

 

Oh sure, it has not always been peaceful in the Realms. It took a lot of time, determination and sacrifice to achieve this result, and go through so much suffering, too. There have been many periods of unrest, when Opal, in flames, was a land where the Lords of Old Provinces were fighting among themselves to extend their conquests and consolidate their political power. Then came the Great Wars of Vorian **, the darkest period in the history of Opal. That was more than 2000 years, while the men began to found their empire, uniting their powerful armies and seeking new lands and riches to exploit, in order to quench their thirst for expansion and thus to impose their domination over other peoples of the Ancient Lands.

They found themselves facing a fierce and bitter opponent who initially did not interfere, or only very little, about the affairs of human civilization, only sporadically engaged in trade with the emerging Empire, except with the adventurers hungry for sensational and... reckless enough... or so foolish as to dare to approach them. These people full of mysteries, who have developed their culture at a high and sophisticated level, were exceptional fighters, wielding weapons and magic to perfection. We called them the peoples of the Original Earth, Elves.

Today, survive only a few traces and vestiges of these wars, the only witnesses to this troubled period, scattered here and there, in countries almost forgotten or erased from the memory of Men. And nobody - not even the Elves, dares to mention, or even whisper the names of these ancient cities, castles in ruins, lost sanctuaries, sacred places, or profane graves, which still exist, places full of mysteries and lost forever, bearing the traces of ancient civilizations, with so much sacrifice, suffering and bloodshed. Yes, no one, in all Kingdoms of Opal, dares to speak for fear of arousing a vengeful spirit, malefic guardian, or other custodian of evil coming from the depths of Ages.

 

But let us leave aside the bad memories and ghosts from the past and let us look at the events here because, on this day, the concerns of residents of Opal were all other...

 

The family home of Anaël was facing south, neither too far nor too near the waterfalls of the river Aden, which allowed to admire them without being bothered by their rumblings. And when the sun was setting on the horizon, ending his round to the sea, everyone could enjoy the magnificent view from the terrace garden, surrounded by lawns and flower beds. Anaël loved coming here, because the view there was exceptional. He missed no opportunity to come and lean against the railing, to contemplate the work of this so generous nature that he worshiped, and so to breathe clean air, subtle blend of woody fragrances and scented spray changing by the softness of the seasons. Large millennia trees swayed lazily in the breeze, spreading their branches and leaves to the blue sky, iridescent by hours, a typical quality of Opal. These ancient guardians served as a refuge for a multitude of colorful birds that sang and flew towards the clouds, sometimes by whole bands, in a constant movement back and forth. Large waterfalls were dancing on the cliff, twirling on the rocks as they met them, jumping from one to another to break out in sheaves like a firework, forming clouds of tiny droplets which unfurled in the air to the rhythm of the light wind, and came to land near the boy, like the caress of a loving mother, leaving a cooling sensation on his hands and face. Air, water, mineral and vegetable mingled subtly, yet unified, rocked to the rhythm of a beautiful symphony.

 

Anaël turned around, happy to observe the beautiful city of which he was the special guest, and where he was born fifteen years ago that. He was proud of this town and also the family home where he lived: a beautiful house that belonged to his family for generations, built when the first imperial merchants came to settle in Istandiir, marking the beginning of unification with the Elvish civilization. The house was located in the shopping districts, halfway between the districts of Port and Lower Town, and the richest neighborhoods of the Upper City, which could be considered beneficial because it allowed easy access to all parts of the capital, without having to cross over its entire length. Picturesque half-timbered house in imperial style, partly adjacent to the rockface - which gave it an undeniable style, it was built on three floors, neither too large nor too small and pleasant, warm and functional. From his position, from the terrace, the young boy could see his father's workshop, which was opposite a large courtyard between the two buildings. This green space landscaped gardens were dedicated to both play and relaxation, thus making the whole family delight, but also that of passersby stroll from there, according to their outings...

 

After being steeped in images and sensations of the world that Mother Nature has been kind enough to offer him, Anaël focused on another task, as important as the previous one, and oh how inspiring: unsheathe his fabulous wooden sword, and go slay the way the first beggar who introduces himself, and dare him to block the road leading from the terrace to the interior of Family Home - an area hitherto untouched, as fiercely and valiantly defended by the impetuous boy. Only the brothers "The Tub" and "Thumper" a very dangerous pair of great two-legged creatures, have dared and still dare to oppose him, leaving the outcome of the battle quite uncertain. But the worst, most terrible of all, as yet unbeaten so far, was ... "The Great Distracted"! Anaël was helpless in this top-notch fighter. Really, these three gave him much trouble. But, shh! The mere mention of their names made them appear. So ... Caution!

 

- "Anaël!"... (Here they are!)... "Anaël! Finally you're here!"... (Alert!)... "Father is looking for you everywhere!" worried Arwin and Ebell, the two elder brothers.

- "I..." (Attack!)... "I'm coming!"... (At the enemy!!)

- "Anaël! What were you doing during all that time spent outside! " roared a stentorian voice.

- "I..." (The Great Distracted!!)... "Forgive me, Father."

- "Come on, Anaël! Hurry up! It almost seems that you forgot what day it is!" said the father with a firm and authoritative voice, which was rather unusual for him. This man, known for his magnanimous and gracious nature, showed clear signs of impatience. The tension was palpable. Something special was happening, because in normal times, he used more tact in how to educate his four children: "It is time to prepare! And therefore let your brothers alone with your wooden sword, Anaël! You'll end up hurting you with that! "

- "All right, Father." Anaël nodded, leaving, but against the heart, his favorite toy at the foot of his bed.

 

Authoritarian father's face showed the concern as and as time progressed. But the feverish atmosphere that hung in the family home was tinted with joy, because it was THE big day. All these great people ran in all directions while they were busy, going up and down the large wooden staircase leading to upstairs, in a back and forth move on the edge of hysteria - but controlled hysteria, of course, for a family accustomed to more tranquillity in other circumstances. The family ended to prepare, while not skimping on a concerted effort.

- "Daddy, Yiniel still put her dress on backwards." growled a voice of a boy, lost in all this tumult.

- "I-did-it-on-purpoz'!." laughed the little sister, while hopping like a little chip that could not keep up.

- "Me, I can not find my shoes..." worried Anaël.

- "You do not make it easy task, my kids," said the father, "go help your little sister!" Then, while fixing his collar, doing his best to rule a semblance of order: "Come, it's time to go, we'll be late! Ah, if only your mother was there to help..."

- "But, father?" asked Arwin, the eldest child.

- "Yes, What's up. Something wrong?" said the father, raising his eyebrows, looked surprised.

- "You put your work shoes on!?" noted Ebell, very puzzled, pointing his finger toward the object in question.

 

All eyes were fixed on the anatomy in question. Nobody moved, it was as if time had stopped, the space of one second. But the silence was soon broken by the mocking laughter of children, now echoing throughout the household. The father, surprised, remained banned.

- "Egad! You're right, kids!" he said with undisguised amazement, staring at his feet.

Then her face ornamented with a broad smile: "What I'm distracted, anyway..."

The father hastened to complete his work by rising shiny boots, a black real looker, and, in the opinion of all, more suited to keeping the harmony of its great days. Satisfied with the result, he continued:

- "That's better now! Are you ready to go?"

The children answered all together, in insisting on the length of syllables:

- "Yeees! We are reaaady!"

- "So, if you do not mind: forward!" Then, pulling his hat well back feathers on his head: "And the last to cross the threshold of the door... will return the dishes!"

 

Motivated by this challenge a bit improvised, the children tumbled in the main room, only too happy to take this opportunity! They crossed it in one go, and somehow crossed the threshold of the door, under the amused gaze of their father, who remained a little behind - on a voluntary basis, as already guaranteed to be the lucky winner. And after all these efforts, which still made sure to close the door behind them, the little band, spirited, was finally able to survey the levels of the lower city, by holding hands and singing of joyous choruses loudly. The crowd outside thronged the narrow streets that crossed the city, weaving, trying to find the best way to avoid large aisles crowded with people. To see them like that, they were so much so that, seen from above, one could imagine having to deal with a beleaguered anthill, all excited by the arrival of some malevolent giant relentlessly teasing it with his stick.

 

The entire population was eager to win the place where the event took place in the upper part of the city...

 

 

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(*) Passerine, a genus of sparrow birds of the New World.

(**) Vorian Pass, located between the highest mountains of the Kingdom of Opal, the only gateway between the Ancient Valley of Aden, north-east, and the Original Land, south of Opal. Was the scene of the bloodiest battles during major wars, hundreds and hundreds of thousands died there, leaving, according to legend, the land forever imbued with the blood of the brave.

 

 

 

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  On 7/3/2010 at 7:23 PM, Fifoo said:

--- Chap.1. Preparations ---

 

 

 

Long ago, in the Ancient Kingdoms of Opal, to the imperial city of Istandiir, capital of the beautiful province of Achenlor, lived a young boy, Anaël. His dearest wish was to one day become a great knight, but he came from a humble family and lived in the shopping districts of the imperial city, and, if we followed the book of the ways and customs in force in the Realms, only persons of noble rank were eligible for this long-desired title, unless truly exceptional circumstances.

 

His father, an upholsterer, earned his daily bread honestly, and worked hard to feed his entire family. Anaël had two older brothers, Arwin, and Ebell, who helped their father at work, the mother had died giving birth to her little sister, Yiniel. She had long curly blond hair, the color of the wheat ripened in the sun, as his mother once, she was the spitting image with his angel face. The similarity between Anaël and his little sister was such that one would have thought they were twins.

 

Situated in a beautiful natural setting and surrounded by a lush emerald green forest, the City of Istandiir was magnificent. Considered the most beautiful jewels of the kingdom, it stood proudly to the sky and stretched majestically out of the side of a large fault rock, with, on his right, the Aden river jumping from the cliff top in multiple waterfalls, forming an impressive wall of water nearly a half mile away. This part of the untamed river plunged into an estuary located in the west, below the capital, formed by its junction with the Scinian Sea and its nice sandy beaches. Defended by an incredible succession of towering white stone walls and a network of fortified towers ending in points, its graceful architecture consisted of a mix of imperial and Elven style. Huge arches stylized and finely decorated, where flocks of passerines flew *, completed the gather and consolidate everything, forming a beautiful maze made of stone, marble, stained glass and shrubs to complete this great work.

 

The districts which made up the entire city spread over several levels, according to a specific hierarchical order, depending on the prominence and social situation of its inhabitants. They started from the bottom of the cliff, by a series of terraced buildings, to finish in points with the high towers of the Imperial Palace, which peaked on the top. Not far from the palace and its private gardens, reserved to the Court of the Emperor and Empress, was a splendid green park where it was good to stroll in any hour of the day, or even to wander randomly in the night to satisfy a bit more romantic encounters. Then came, surrounding the park of their inescapable presence, the city's universities and worship, the main market square with its shops, and finally, the great arena for games and entertainment. It was good to live in this wonderful city, and the entire population was happy to share this privilege daily.

 

The Elves and the Imperials had finally learned to live together in harmony and peace, and such as great builders, they were able to enjoy each other and benefit from their respective cultures, so different but oh so complementary. The capital of Istandiir became a symbol of the peaceful co-existence of the two races.

 

Oh sure, it has not always been peaceful in the Realms. It took a lot of time, determination and sacrifice to achieve this result, and go through so much suffering, too. There have been many periods of unrest, when Opal, in flames, was a land where the Lords of Old Provinces were fighting among themselves to extend their conquests and consolidate their political power. Then came the Great Wars of Vorian **, the darkest period in the history of Opal. That was more than 2000 years, while the men began to found their empire, uniting their powerful armies and seeking new lands and riches to exploit, in order to quench their thirst for expansion and thus to impose their domination over other peoples of the Ancient Lands. They found themselves facing a fierce and bitter opponent who initially did not interfere, or only very little, about the affairs of human civilization, only sporadically engaged in trade with the emerging Empire, except with the adventurers hungry for sensational and... reckless enough... or so foolish as to dare to approach them.

 

These people full of mysteries, who have developed their culture at a high and sophisticated level, were exceptional fighters, wielding weapons and magic to perfection. We called them the peoples of the Original Earth, Elves. Today, survive only a few traces and vestiges of these wars, the only witnesses to this troubled period, scattered here and there, in countries almost forgotten or erased from the memory of Men. And nobody - not even the Elves, dares to mention, or even whisper the names of these ancient cities, castles in ruins, lost sanctuaries, sacred places, or profane graves, which still exist, places full of mysteries and lost forever, bearing the traces of ancient civilizations, with so much sacrifice, suffering and bloodshed. Yes, no one, in all Kingdoms of Opal, dares to speak for fear of arousing a vengeful spirit, malefic guardian, or other custodian of evil coming from the depths of Ages.

 

But let us leave aside the bad memories and ghosts from the past and let us look at the events here because, on this day, the concerns of residents of Opal were all other...

 

The family home of Anaël was facing south, neither too far nor too near the waterfalls of the river Aden, which allowed to admire them without being bothered by their rumblings. And when the sun was setting on the horizon, ending his round to the sea, everyone could enjoy the magnificent view from the terrace garden, surrounded by lawns and flower beds. Anaël loved coming here, because the view there was exceptional. He missed no opportunity to come and lean against the railing, to contemplate the work of this so generous nature that he worshiped, and so to breathe clean air, subtle blend of woody fragrances and scented spray changing by the softness of the seasons.

 

Large millennia trees swayed lazily in the breeze, spreading their branches and leaves to the blue sky, iridescent by hours, a typical quality of Opal. These ancient guardians served as a refuge for a multitude of colorful birds that sang and flew towards the clouds, sometimes by whole bands, in a constant movement back and forth. Large waterfalls were dancing on the cliff, twirling on the rocks as they met them, jumping from one to another to break out in sheaves like a firework, forming clouds of tiny droplets which unfurled in the air to the rhythm of the light wind, and came to land near the boy, like the caress of a loving mother, leaving a cooling sensation on his hands and face. Air, water, mineral and vegetable mingled subtly, yet unified, rocked to the rhythm of a beautiful symphony.

 

Anaël turned around, happy to observe the beautiful city of which he was the special guest, and where he was born fifteen years ago that. He was proud of this town and also the family home where he lived: a beautiful house that belonged to his family for generations, built when the first imperial merchants came to settle in Istandiir, marking the beginning of unification with the Elvish civilization. The house was located in the shopping districts, halfway between the districts of Port and Lower Town, and the richest neighborhoods of the Upper City, which could be considered beneficial because it allowed easy access to all parts of the capital, without having to cross over its entire length.

 

Picturesque half-timbered house in imperial style, partly adjacent to the rockface - which gave it an undeniable style, it was built on three floors, neither too large nor too small and pleasant, warm and functional. From his position, from the terrace, the young boy could see his father's workshop, which was opposite a large courtyard between the two buildings. This green space landscaped gardens were dedicated to both play and relaxation, thus making the whole family delight, but also that of passersby stroll from there, according to their outings...

 

After being steeped in images and sensations of the world that Mother Nature has been kind enough to offer him, Anaël focused on another task, as important as the previous one, and oh how inspiring: unsheathe his fabulous wooden sword, and go slay the way the first beggar who introduces himself, and dare him to block the road leading from the terrace to the interior of Family Home - an area hitherto untouched, as fiercely and valiantly defended by the impetuous boy.

 

Only the brothers "The Tub" and "Thumper" a very dangerous pair of great two-legged creatures, have dared and still dare to oppose him, leaving the outcome of the battle quite uncertain. But the worst, most terrible of all, as yet unbeaten so far, was ... "The Great Distracted"! Anaël was helpless in this top-notch fighter. Really, these three gave him much trouble. But, shh! The mere mention of their names made them appear. So ... Caution!

 

- "Anaël!"... (Here they are!)... "Anaël! Finally you're here!"... (Alert!)... "Father is looking for you everywhere!" worried Arwin and Ebell, the two elder brothers.

- "I..." (Attack!)... "I'm coming!"... (At the enemy!!)

- "Anaël! What were you doing during all that time spent outside! " roared a stentorian voice.

- "I..." (The Great Distracted!!)... "Forgive me, Father."

- "Come on, Anaël! Hurry up! It almost seems that you forgot what day it is!" said the father with a firm and authoritative voice, which was rather unusual for him. This man, known for his magnanimous and gracious nature, showed clear signs of impatience. The tension was palpable. Something special was happening, because in normal times, he used more tact in how to educate his four children: "It is time to prepare! And therefore let your brothers alone with your wooden sword, Anaël! You'll end up hurting you with that! "

- "All right, Father." Anaël nodded, leaving, but against the heart, his favorite toy at the foot of his bed.

 

Authoritarian father's face showed the concern as and as time progressed. But the feverish atmosphere that hung in the family home was tinted with joy, because it was THE big day. All these great people ran in all directions while they were busy, going up and down the large wooden staircase leading to upstairs, in a back and forth move on the edge of hysteria - but controlled hysteria, of course, for a family accustomed to more tranquillity in other circumstances. The family ended to prepare, while not skimping on a concerted effort.

- "Daddy, Yiniel still put her dress on backwards." growled a voice of a boy, lost in all this tumult.

- "I-did-it-on-purpoz'!." laughed the little sister, while hopping like a little chip that could not keep up.

- "Me, I can not find my shoes..." worried Anaël.

- "You do not make it easy task, my kids," said the father, "go help your little sister!" Then, while fixing his collar, doing his best to rule a semblance of order: "Come, it's time to go, we'll be late! Ah, if only your mother was there to help..."

- "But, father?" asked Arwin, the eldest child.

- "Yes, What's up. Something wrong?" said the father, raising his eyebrows, looked surprised.

- "You put your work shoes on!?" noted Ebell, very puzzled, pointing his finger toward the object in question.

 

All eyes were fixed on the anatomy in question. Nobody moved, it was as if time had stopped, the space of one second. But the silence was soon broken by the mocking laughter of children, now echoing throughout the household. The father, surprised, remained banned.

- "Egad! You're right, kids!" he said with undisguised amazement, staring at his feet.

Then her face ornamented with a broad smile: "What I'm distracted, anyway..."

The father hastened to complete his work by rising shiny boots, a black real looker, and, in the opinion of all, more suited to keeping the harmony of its great days. Satisfied with the result, he continued:

- "That's better now! Are you ready to go?"

The children answered all together, in insisting on the length of syllables:

- "Yeees! We are reaaady!"

- "So, if you do not mind: forward!" Then, pulling his hat well back feathers on his head: "And the last to cross the threshold of the door... will return the dishes!"

 

Motivated by this challenge a bit improvised, the children tumbled in the main room, only too happy to take this opportunity! They crossed it in one go, and somehow crossed the threshold of the door, under the amused gaze of their father, who remained a little behind - on a voluntary basis, as already guaranteed to be the lucky winner. And after all these efforts, which still made sure to close the door behind them, the little band, spirited, was finally able to survey the levels of the lower city, by holding hands and singing of joyous choruses loudly.

 

The crowd outside thronged the narrow streets that crossed the city, weaving, trying to find the best way to avoid large aisles crowded with people. To see them like that, they were so much so that, seen from above, one could imagine having to deal with a beleaguered anthill, all excited by the arrival of some malevolent giant relentlessly teasing it with his stick. The entire population was eager to win the place where the event took place in the upper part of the city...

 

 

---

(*) Passerine, a genus of sparrow birds of the New World.

(**) Vorian Pass, located between the highest mountains of the Kingdom of Opal, the only gateway between the Ancient Valley of Aden, north-east, and the Original Land, south of Opal. Was the scene of the bloodiest battles during major wars, hundreds and hundreds of thousands died there, leaving, according to legend, the land forever imbued with the blood of the brave.

 

 

 

.../...

 

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Fantastic story! Some parts, I will say, need some support, but over all you did a great job. I'm not sure I'm following where the story is heading, but perhaps it's too early to get an idea. Usually its a good idea to hint what the story is about in the first chapter so not to confuse your readers. I'm not sure if this is the end of the first chapter, but it's just a suggestion, do what you feel is right.

 

I like that last part where you made the story really feel like one, where you put the definitions of Passerine and Passe de Vorian. Very thoughtful for your readers, you'll become a master in no time! :thumbsup:

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  On 7/3/2010 at 7:55 PM, Keanumoreira said:

Fantastic story! Some parts, I will say, need some support, but over all you did a great job. I'm not sure I'm following where the story is heading, but perhaps it's too early to get an idea. Usually its a good idea to hint what the story is about in the first chapter so not to confuse your readers. I'm not sure if this is the end of the first chapter, but it's just a suggestion, do what you feel is right.

Thank you, Keanu, for your encouraging comments. Some small details concerning the conduct of the story without revealing the fall, the hero of history sees his life's flash at the end of the prologue. Each chapter of the story is about the eventful moments of his life, from his childhood until his... suspense! :biggrin: Thus, the story evolves to its final outcome.

 

  On 7/3/2010 at 7:55 PM, Keanumoreira said:

I like that last part where you made the story really feel like one, where you put the definitions of Passerine and Passe de Vorian. Very thoughtful for your readers, you'll become a master in no time! :thumbsup:

When I read the works of JR Tolkien, I was surprised by the wealth of details given by the author in his books. Far from me to pretend to get to the ankle of the great master, but I think it's a good way to improve the story and gives a near real impact on it, and, hopefully, allows best player immersion.

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  On 7/4/2010 at 9:02 AM, Fifoo said:
  On 7/3/2010 at 7:55 PM, Keanumoreira said:

Fantastic story! Some parts, I will say, need some support, but over all you did a great job. I'm not sure I'm following where the story is heading, but perhaps it's too early to get an idea. Usually its a good idea to hint what the story is about in the first chapter so not to confuse your readers. I'm not sure if this is the end of the first chapter, but it's just a suggestion, do what you feel is right.

Thank you, Keanu, for your encouraging comments. Some small details concerning the conduct of the story without revealing the fall, the hero of history sees his life's flash at the end of the prologue. Each chapter of the story is about the eventful moments of his life, from his childhood until his... suspense! :biggrin: Thus, the story evolves to its final outcome.

 

  On 7/3/2010 at 7:55 PM, Keanumoreira said:

I like that last part where you made the story really feel like one, where you put the definitions of Passerine and Passe de Vorian. Very thoughtful for your readers, you'll become a master in no time! :thumbsup:

When I read the works of JR Tolkien, I was surprised by the wealth of details given by the author in his books. Far from me to pretend to get to the ankle of the great master, but I think it's a good way to improve the story and gives a near real impact on it, and, hopefully, allows best player immersion.

 

You'll get no argument from me. :thumbsup:

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  On 8/15/2010 at 2:35 PM, Keanumoreira said:
  On 8/15/2010 at 6:17 AM, species5478 said:

Fifoo...I didn't know you could write!

 

He does now; I'm one of the people who encouraged him to post in the Garden. :happy:

 

OH...so you scout talent too?Are you Fifoo's manager? LOL...

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  On 8/15/2010 at 4:11 PM, species5478 said:
  On 8/15/2010 at 2:35 PM, Keanumoreira said:
  On 8/15/2010 at 6:17 AM, species5478 said:

Fifoo...I didn't know you could write!

 

He does now; I'm one of the people who encouraged him to post in the Garden. :happy:

 

OH...so you scout talent too?Are you Fifoo's manager? LOL...

@ Keanumoreira by "encouraged" you don't mean a swift kick in the round end of the back? I hope not.

:unsure:

I like the detailed description of it all most. It is fun to read because, in my opinion Fifoo has a full structured world in the head and can bring it to a written form to the reader. Very impressive!

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