Topic: The Sacred Woods of Silvernarion
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Fri 01/09/09 01:27 PM
Edited by smiless on Fri 01/09/09 01:29 PM
CONTENTS

And so it begins….

1. Sudden Adventure
2. Falcon Powers
3. Banned from Home
4. An Unlikely Group
5. Cursed Decision
6. An Unexpected Visitor
7. Sinatorium
8. Billibon’s Escape
9. Good Intentions
10. The Last Demon War
11. Failed Reverse
12. Shopping Galore
13. Dwarven Trouble
14. Dark Tower
15. Pirate’s Plunder
16. Quick Death
17. The Storm
18. The Council
19. Bored Warrior
20. The Power of Deceit
21. The Prophecy Begins
22. The Harpies Curse
23. Minotaur’s Rage
24. Cherryblossom’s Rescue
25. The Bandit King
26. Bitter Lessons
27. Hungry Wolves
28. The Cave of Morash'itar
29. The Barbarian Welcome
30. The Sacred Woods of Silvernarion

Epilogue


And so it begins . . . . . .

The only thing moving in the vastness of the high edged mountains is a dark figure that rides on a snarling dire wolf. The area is a barren place, dead of trees; the wind whispers among the rocks, as the sudden roar of a dragon flies high above causing a avalanche at a nearby mountain. The beast struggles to reach an immense snow covered black wall. Sharp edged engraved symbols adorn the cave, which is partially camouflaged by a thinly sheeted waterfall.

The black wrapped figure cowls against the chill winds urging his beast to press forward through the freezing snow storm. It only scowls and retaliates before falling on its stomach exhaling its last breath. Without concern he gets off it and walks inside the cave unaffected by the brief icy water dripping down his hood. Inside the cave, he continues to follow the tunnel that rapidly descends deeper into the mountain.

Hollows of blue glowing stalagmite lay in the shadows where the rock walls meet boulder strewn floors adding to the difficulties to move ahead. Eventually he stops at an ancient statue that blocks his way. It suddenly moves raising its scimitars towards its newcomer.

“Sanaaalikonum,” whispers the dark figure as the stone guardians lowers its weapons and moves to the side. The mysterious figure walks pass the guardian quickly before it blocks the caves entrance once again.

The dark figure descends deeper into the cave as his thoughts trouble him. His recent actions had contributed to a major shift in the lands, which will begin a mass war between surface dwellers and the underworld. He knows that the time has come where only the strongest will survive the turmoil’s of destruction and death. It will not be long when life as one knows it will be changed dramatically in favor for an ancient civilization that has waited patiently to dominate the surface.

There will be a time when life will end to all those who have despised his race, yet although his actions give him an unusual guilty conscience. He knows that his race is violent and aggressive by nature, yet he feels oddly different then his people’s natural characteristics.

Why does he feel guilty of his actions? Why does he rather seek for a peaceful resolution between the surface dwellers and his race?

Why does he get disgusted with the world he grew up in and the creatures that live in it?

He shakes his head from such weak thoughts and continues to descend deeper down a tunnel. He knows his attitude must change quickly to survive the evil dwellings of his world as he finally reaches a new opening.

His mind shifts as he smells the foul stench of the first underworld victims. He slowly unsheathes his glowing scimitar entering a den of hobgoblins gathered together to feast on the remains of a once elderly weak hobgoblin.

It is a traditional practice of their kind to remind themselves to never tolerate the weak. With disgust the dark figure dashes quickly at the vile creatures slashing their necks. He watches as they hold their throats shocked at the sudden attack gurgling and drowning in their blood.

They eventually slump over as the dark figure then turns and descends deeper down the tunnel. He walks past them unconcerned. There will be at least another dozen of these weak creatures to slaughter before he makes it back to his home. Hopefully one will be closer to his home so he can feed it to his pet basilisk. His journey has been interesting as he sheathes his weapon and moves rapidly.

He knows his master awaits him wanting to know how successful his adventure has been. The time will be soon when his race will once again roam the surface lands like they did thousands of cyclones ago.

If you enjoy this then continue to chapter 1 here - http://mingle2.com/topic/show/195568


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Tue 06/16/09 12:39 PM
Very good readflowerforyou

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Tue 06/16/09 01:58 PM
Whoa and WoW! Riveting! I can't wait to read more! You Rock, LiL Bro!!

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Thu 06/18/09 10:34 AM
Edited by darkowl1 on Thu 06/18/09 10:36 AM
quite an awesome read, my friend! thanks for the invite! very well written...drinker drinker drinker

easily pictured as well.....

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Wed 07/01/09 08:09 PM
Thank you very much! Your input means alot to me.drinker

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Tue 07/28/09 09:55 PM
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Sun 08/02/09 09:12 PM

CONTENTS

And so it begins….

1. Sudden Adventure
2. Falcon Powers
3. Banned from Home
4. An Unlikely Group
5. Cursed Decision
6. An Unexpected Visitor
7. Sinatorium
8. Billibon’s Escape
9. Good Intentions
10. The Last Demon War
11. Failed Reverse
12. Shopping Galore
13. Dwarven Trouble
14. Dark Tower
15. Pirate’s Plunder
16. Quick Death
17. The Storm
18. The Council
19. Bored Warrior
20. The Power of Deceit
21. The Prophecy Begins
22. The Harpies Curse
23. Minotaur’s Rage
24. Cherryblossom’s Rescue
25. The Bandit King
26. Bitter Lessons
27. Hungry Wolves
28. The Cave of Morash'itar
29. The Barbarian Welcome
30. The Sacred Woods of Silvernarion

Epilogue


And so it begins . . . . . .

The only thing moving in the vastness of the high edged mountains is a dark figure that rides on a snarling dire wolf. The area is a barren place, dead of trees; the wind whispers among the rocks, as the sudden roar of a dragon flies high above causing a avalanche at a nearby mountain. The beast struggles to reach an immense snow covered black wall. Sharp edged engraved symbols adorn the cave, which is partially camouflaged by a thinly sheeted waterfall.

The black wrapped figure cowls against the chill winds urging his beast to press forward through the freezing snow storm. It only scowls and retaliates before falling on its stomach exhaling its last breath. Without concern he gets off it and walks inside the cave unaffected by the brief icy water dripping down his hood. Inside the cave, he continues to follow the tunnel that rapidly descends deeper into the mountain.

Hollows of blue glowing stalagmite lay in the shadows where the rock walls meet boulder strewn floors adding to the difficulties to move ahead. Eventually he stops at an ancient statue that blocks his way. It suddenly moves raising its scimitars towards its newcomer.

“Sanaaalikonum,” whispers the dark figure as the stone guardians lowers its weapons and moves to the side. The mysterious figure walks pass the guardian quickly before it blocks the caves entrance once again.

The dark figure descends deeper into the cave as his thoughts trouble him. His recent actions had contributed to a major shift in the lands, which will begin a mass war between surface dwellers and the underworld. He knows that the time has come where only the strongest will survive the turmoil’s of destruction and death. It will not be long when life as one knows it will be changed dramatically in favor for an ancient civilization that has waited patiently to dominate the surface.

There will be a time when life will end to all those who have despised his race, yet although his actions give him an unusual guilty conscience. He knows that his race is violent and aggressive by nature, yet he feels oddly different then his people’s natural characteristics.

Why does he feel guilty of his actions? Why does he rather seek for a peaceful resolution between the surface dwellers and his race?

Why does he get disgusted with the world he grew up in and the creatures that live in it?

He shakes his head from such weak thoughts and continues to descend deeper down a tunnel. He knows his attitude must change quickly to survive the evil dwellings of his world as he finally reaches a new opening.

His mind shifts as he smells the foul stench of the first underworld victims. He slowly unsheathes his glowing scimitar entering a den of hobgoblins gathered together to feast on the remains of a once elderly weak hobgoblin.

It is a traditional practice of their kind to remind themselves to never tolerate the weak. With disgust the dark figure dashes quickly at the vile creatures slashing their necks. He watches as they hold their throats shocked at the sudden attack gurgling and drowning in their blood.

They eventually slump over as the dark figure then turns and descends deeper down the tunnel. He walks past them unconcerned. There will be at least another dozen of these weak creatures to slaughter before he makes it back to his home. Hopefully one will be closer to his home so he can feed it to his pet basilisk. His journey has been interesting as he sheathes his weapon and moves rapidly.

He knows his master awaits him wanting to know how successful his adventure has been. The time will be soon when his race will once again roam the surface lands like they did thousands of cyclones ago.

If you enjoy this then continue to chapter 1 here - http://mingle2.com/topic/show/195568













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Mon 09/07/09 02:57 PM
do you have a writers blog where you post your chapters or writings?

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Tue 10/27/09 09:20 PM

do you have a writers blog where you post your chapters or writings?


Hi there! No I don't have anykind of writer's blog. This is actually the first place I posted my work. Now I have actually completed the whole novel and put it in a pdf file.

If you want a free copy of the whole book then just email me for it.

cheers,

Johndrinker