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Shadowgale
post Dec 22 2010, 07:14 AM
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Hey, this is a really good read! And it's long, too! Wow. blink.gif

BTW, what are nit-finders?


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Petra Arkanian
post Dec 22 2010, 07:49 PM
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Welcome, Shadowgale! A nit-finder is someone like an editor, who checks for spelling errors, grammatical errors, and things that are completely impossible due to lack of correct spelling! biggrin.gif



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post Dec 23 2010, 12:56 AM
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QUOTE(Petra Arkanian @ Dec 22 2010, 12:59 AM) *



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The man in red squinted and hissed, "Tersus Nex!"

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by the way that the man's hands glowed, I could tell that he was a skilled mage. And 'Tersus Nex' meant 'Clean Death'.



Chilling, powerful line!!!! Your story continues to end powerfully and on cliffhangers - Great Write !!!!


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Petra Arkanian
post Dec 23 2010, 02:08 AM
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PART 12 A

Seth hit the ground with a dull thud.

"You're next!" whispered the man. I narrowed my eyes at the murderer of the boy who had just annonced his unwavering love for me.

"I beg to differ: you are next." Perhaps it was Seth's death, or my anger-management issues, or just pure adrenaline pulsing through my veins, but I next did someothing that I had never been able to do before: I launched myself through twenty uphill meters of air, and onto the man in red's back. And then I broke his neck. 'Ahh, victory is sweet,' was my last sane thought.

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The air seemed thick, pulsating, giving off the appearance that it was alive. It would have been disturbing, had I not been so out of it.

"Kh-eel her!" someone screeched, but they were dead before many of the others could turn around. Something happened then, something rather undescribable; I seemed to glow, and then, little bits of light shot off to the other red-clad followers, who then dropped to the ground, clutching their throats.

I rolled off the altar, dropped to the ground, and ran out, not bothering to loot the bodies of the still twitching followers.

Colours swirled around me, the ground moved, all sounds seemed deep and slow. But I kept running. Running and running, until, somehow, I found my way out. 'Why is this happening?' I wondered. It made no sense. I didn't know him, didn't even like him.

The dark, cold air slapped at my sweat-covered face, but I ran. Ran fast and hard, until I was sure that I could run no more.

"Alex." It sounded like Seth, but he was gone. Dead and gone.

"Alex!" I ignored the sound, knowing there would be nothing.

"Alex, listen to me." The voice was getting on my nerves, so I turned, and there he was. I skidded to a halt. "You're alive?" It was the same question I had asked not hours before, but now it was full of awe.

"I have no idea." This confused me. How could he have no idea about that sort of thing?

"Alex, pay attention."

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Part 12 B, From Seth's point of view.

Alex was staring at me, eyes blank and dead. It frightened me, to see her looking that way. She blinked, and her stance wavered. Then somehow, the toughest person I had ever know fainted. I caught her, marveling at my solid-seeming arms. Her black eyes opened, and she looked at me in wonder.

"Seth." And she passed out again. 'Where are we?' I wondered. It was cold enough to be near Bruma, but I had a feeling we weren't there. Oh, now I remembered. We were just north of Cheydinhal. I began trotting south, hoping I would get there before something attacted me.

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post Dec 23 2010, 02:48 AM
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GAAAAH!!!! Is he like the other followers of Mankar Camoran...can't die, just keeps respawning? GAAAAH! NOT SETH!!!!

Riveting chapter !!!!!


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post Dec 23 2010, 05:08 AM
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Ok, so I'm really bored right now, so I'm gonna break the current tradition and post again.
Plus I gotta really awesome Idea.

PART 13

In Seth's view.

"Are you sure I can't pay you later?" I asked, getting annoyed. I mean, seriously. I looked like an Guard, I walked like a Guard, heck, I probably even quacked like a Guard now, too. But the dumb Inn-keeper just wouldn't let me in.

"I'm sorry, sir," he told me in a deep baritone. "We do not accept payments that way." I scowled, and walked out of the second inn that I'd tried. It was getting late, and Alex still hadn't recovered from her faint. I was sure she wasn't sleeping - her breathing remained irregular - but she didn't seem to be awake, either. I was worried enough to resort to a healer, but Cheydinhal didn't seem to have any. For the thousandth time, I wished that Alex was consious. She would know, heck, she would probably even know the healer's first and last name, and the named of their children, cousins, and uncles twice removed.

"Are you looking for something, sir?" asked a little kid. He had dirt smudged all over his dark, round face, and his blue eyes blinked innocently up at me.

"Yeah, kid. Do you know where a healer is. I need to take my -" I tried to think of a likely relationship for me and Alex, because brother and sister wasn't going to fly - "girl-friend to a hospital or something."

"Yessir. There is one down there, just ask for Janice the Clean." I thanked the little kid and tossed him a copper coin, the last one I had. He caught it, surprised, and looked at me with wide eyes as I walked down the road he had directed me towards.

Janice the Clean (what a weird name) was there, and was also covered in beads, shawls, and tiny bits of glass. I figured that she got that name a long time ago, because she certainly wasn't clean now.

"Let me see her," said the woman with a trilling soprano, which reminded me painfully of Alex's voice. I handed Alex over, and Janice the Clean placed her petite form on a small board. Alex's tiny feet barely reached the end of it. The woman placed a hand on Alex's forehead. Janice's eyes snapped open, wide.

"She is not of this world! She belongs with the Gods!" gasped Janice, her eyes bugging out even more.

"She is an elf! But not of the common kinds. This trance she is in, it is a transformation."


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post Dec 23 2010, 05:09 AM
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Ok, guys. After the next post, I'm moving on to a new thread; this one's getting a little long.


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post Dec 23 2010, 01:43 PM
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It is technically tomorrow yesterday, so, here's the last one, moving on to a different thread after this.

PART 14
In Seth's view.

Alex sat up and blinked. She looked different, different from when I was last awake. Her skin was a shade paler, her eyes and hair were now highlighted with with the opposite's colours - eyes black with speckled bloodred, hair bloodred with highlighted black. And her teeth looked just a tiny bit sharper. She was now too lethal to be lethal, as opposed to a fraction less lethal.

"Seth. How old are you?" She asked gravely. Her voice was a tiny bit shriller, even more soprano than usual. It sounded lovely.

"Ahh. I am sixteen years, two months, and twenty-four days,"I said. She turned her face away from me, and that was when I noticed: her ears were pointy. Less so than the normal kinds of elf, as Janice the Clean had said, but much more than any normal human. I thought back to the other stuff that she had talked about, and remembered what Janice had called her: a rare kind of elf, called a night-elf. They can converse with the Gods,Janice had said, more than other elves or humans. There have been less than ten since the first Septim Emperor. When they bond with another, it is impossible for that other to die. They can form bonds of responsibility, love, or duty. The bravest of Blades were said to have that kind of commitment.

"So it has been three days since you came back to life," said Alex.

"You keep track of time by my age?" Alex shrugged, her tiny perfect shoulders moving up and down in a rhythmic pattern.

"Why are you so small, anyway?" I asked. I had always wondered this, as she was a Nord, but had never been taller than me (a Breton), or, for that matter, anyone else. She was literally smaller than petite.

"I don't know." And then she gasped. Janice came over from her perch in a corner, and said,"It has started."


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post Dec 30 2010, 08:40 PM
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QUOTE(Petra Arkanian @ Dec 23 2010, 07:43 AM) *


"I don't know." And then she gasped. Janice came over from her perch in a corner, and said,"It has started."



A cliffhanger !!!


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