Xewleer

You guys have no pride. I didn't even beg once. In fact, higher levels begged from ME...

I'm sorry everyone... the chapter wasn't awesome... So I'll give you this! (Don't worry, the link is safe. I am very cautious with these things!) http://xkcd.com/254/ isn't that just too awesome?

Yeah, I know I could have done it better, but I've been busy... this may be your last chapter for a while. Sorry. 12 days! (until college! Missouri University of Science and Technology baby! I'll come out of there a very wanted man, you know what I mean?)

This does not exist...

If you say so, I'm not gonna talk about it anymore.

And while we sit here and talk, the end times (as prophesied in the Bible. Read Revelations) rapidly approach. The conditions are rapidly being reached. Technology is rapidly enabling that which is our end. Technology will be the thing which heralds our end.

I don't drink coffee. Sorry for my absence. Real life is incredibly busy, and I've got more important things to do. (rather be here though, believe me!) I do write intermittedly, I've got a character who I might introduce, but I am unsure of how to do it... or even whether to do it at all, but I've decided. I mean, Dracon has to get with the rebels somehow? Oh wait... was that a spoiler? Edit: Also, I'm adding something you might enjoy: part of a day of guard training! But I am not finished with the chapter just yet... ahhh... I've ruined my "1337" post count.

Thank you for your comments! They give me energy!

It kind of saddens me, the things you are putting up. I don't like em. Not cause I'm a religious fanatic (which I am) I just don't like the style or most of the messages within them. Humans are bastards (illegitimate sons) That's all there is too it. People only change in the face of some kind of death.

Remember. You cultivate good contacts through honesty and hard work. Work hard and you should have no problems. My family has a saying, it changes from person to person, and this is mine: Learn to dig a ditch and you shall live comfortably. Means: Work hard and you will be content. Take this lesson to heart!

You're 15 and going for a job? I didn't get a job until I was 17... and that job didn't require anything in the brains department. I mean... I'm in the top 10% of the nation in test scores and I only got a job because 1. I was recommended as a hard worker. or 2. they don't really care, just need grunts to make money. Yeah. Good luck kid. Don't forget to milk family contacts either.

I can't explain it in words or on paper... let us see if I can do it Interpretative dance!

well... both actually. I hadn't actually read yours until you asked for clarification.

Actually, I would like to see the prologue written out. You CAN do better.

Hmmmm... I actually like it better in paragraph form... Kinda avant-garde (whatever that means) and very... thoughtful.

Yeah, that's what I based it on.

Chapter 4 They arrived at the Varsuvius volcano after a day of walking. Dracon, known as Douglas to his companions, was still surprised how he had been coerced into this mission. He went with them because Lucrecia said she had a 'surprise' for him if he did... Tempting. What was more worrying was Troy. He was barely sane, and he was obviously a rebel with suspicions of Dracon's true identity. Goodness knows what you can learn when you listen to a human talk in his sleep. He couldn't leave Lucrecia in the hands of this borderline madman. "So... we have to climb this intermittently active volcano... not what I call fun." Dracon said, staring up it's heights. Lucrecia was very positive about it. "Not all the way, silly! We just have to get into that temple near the top! Then we go through it to the lava gem!" She then began walking up the volcano with the other two following. Troy had kept to himself most of the trip, thinking about how to kill 'Douglas' no doubt. The temple was easily reached. The volcano was a human construct, and an amazing feat of engineering; the unusual slope would provide that no lave would flow into the temple, or the path to it, unless there was a massive explosion. The pressure of the lava was carefully controlled so that it could never do that. Dracon knew more about that volcano than either of them. Couldn't they see that this thing was just an elaborate ruse to give rebels hope before yanking it away? You can't make a volcano temple! He wanted to tell them that but he couldn't. They entered in. The temple was still in good shape despite it's four hundred year age. Dracon had a memory going back five hundred years, and he knew that he was older than that, and remembered being on the team that created it of course. It was fairly straight forward, but very long and just plain hard to cross. A lot of magma and bats and a fire king, along with a small amount of fiery minions of a random nature stood in their way. Fortunately for the team, they were all easy kills, except for the fire king, they should be fine. "Alright, if I remember from a book I read, the only thing we have to worry about are pit falls, magma rivers and the Fire King at the end. Everyone got it?" Troy nodded the affirmative. Lucrecia wasn't paying attention and was walking forward. "No! You're... Don't worry Lucrecia! If you follow the tunnel in front of you I'm sure you'll meet up with us toward the end! How do I know? I'm genre savvy! That's why! Genre? Listen! Just get on with it! Okay? Bye! Let this be a lesson to you Troy." Troy was staring at him strangely. "Dracon." "Yes?" No point of denying it. The logical argument Troy had had with himself had kept Dracon up at night and was quite sound. "I'll kill you! My sister stopped me by her presence... but now that she's down there... we can talk plainly." He was drawing his sword. Dracon brought out his saber. "How about a race-fight. First to the end wins. If Lucrecia shows up we stop." "Agreed." Troy ran off as soon as the word left his mouth. Dracon ran after him. The human was an extremely powerful athlete, but he didn't conserve his energy. Well, it was entirely possible that he had the energy to go through without conserving... Dracon picked up the pace. Soon, they were neck and neck, but also in range of each others blade. First they were swinging at each other, just to get the range and flow of the battle. Both their weapons were very close in length, and they soon ricocheted off each other and began to run across the walls. These were very jagged and rough, no big problems for defying gravity. They jumped back to the floor. There were a great many stalagmites on it, most of them could be avoided, but Troy had his own way of getting through things. He, from somewhere, pulled a long, thin club, attached to a chain, and started to swing it, destroying a stalagmite in his way. Dracon felt a pang of envy as Troy tossed the club up and implanted it into the ceiling, he then swung above the lava pit in front of him. Dracon jumped onto the wall and then used his momentum to walk the wall before jumping. Troy was waiting for him. "I'm much more prepared than you are. How have you survived for so long? You must be what, four hundred, five hundred years old, if the histories can be trusted?" "Something nearer to a thousand, but I could just be messing with your mind." He said, panting a little. The heat was starting to get to him. Troy too, by the look of him, and he didn't have the advantage of hundreds of years of physical conditioning. "The next stretch is monster oriented rather than lava pits. We'll have fun." Troy smiled, but his breathing was very ragged. "You gotta take care of that body better, you're not going to live more than fifty years treating it like that." But Troy was already running forward. The first monsters were already heading towards him, they were also the first to be killed as he charged forward, wielding sword and club. Dracon ran up and took a slash at Troy, he blocked it with his club before leaping up and killing a Fire Orc with a single blow. They ran on, killing anything that would get in their way, taking potshots at each other. Eventually, Dracon stopped them, this was where Lucrecia would come up. They had completed the run in only five minutes, killing at least half of the monsters in the dungeon, but all that remained was the dungeon boss. Obviously, no contest would be had with the two of them fighting. "Tie, I suppose." Troy was sitting down, he could barely stand. Heat and exhaustion had taken it's toll. Dracon had discovered that he had been on the go for nearly a week, and to keep up with Dracon, who was certainly at his current fittest, was simply amazing. He would have to ask Lucretia, some time, about his childhood. "When do you think Lucretia is going to pop up?" "Minute or two. You alright? Lucretia won't have an issue, no monsters down there." Dracon said, he was feeling a little nervous. Centuries had passed since his last visit, who knows whether or not the monsters had stayed in their places. Lucretia popped up from a trapdoor dusty and a little cut up. "I realized something while I was RUNNING from monsters and whatever else was pursuing me. WHY DIDN'T YOU GUYS THROW ME A ROPE!?!?!" She said, very indignant and a little angry. "Neither of us have any." Dracon said. Troy was struggling up. He was barely conscious by the looks of him. Lucrecia ran over and used a potion, pouring it into his mouth. She quickly checked his pulse and a few other vital signs. "Again? You'll work yourself to death. That's it, as soon as we finish this mission you are resting, brother, and you aren't going to stop until I can guarantee to myself that you are able to work again." She looked him in the eye. "You understand? Doctor's orders!" She smiled at him. "What were you two doing? Racing? Beating on each other? BOTH?!?" "umm... racing, actually. He suggested it. I can take the boss of this dungeon alone. Stay outside." Dracon walked through the door. Lucretia listened as yells, crashes and the odd explosion rang throughout the cavern. Eventually, Dracon walked out. He was a little scorch, but he was holding the gem proudly. "Brings back memories of my younger years!" He left the gem with Lucretia and bodily lifted Troy up. "SO Sorry to embarrass you... But Let's go." Lucretia wondered at the face of her brother, who was certainly not contemplating anything except physical harm.

Well, not the first two pages, more like age, 6 months? Unless Author's request, where upon we are pmed (A select few: Me, you and a few sundry others as they appear) And put the story under review and judge whether or not the author could, at least, write more for it at least similar quality.

Lady Chey! Hurrah! Sorry to hear about your sister? I hope it is easily curable. Just be careful, medicine that is unnaturally made with unpronounceable ingredients sometimes kill more than the disease itself. My grandma died that way... and she could have survived too, if they hadn't thinned her blood so much. And yes, I have researched into it.

since you want an introduction so much I'll give it to you! And you won't like it either! [hide=]You walk into a room. You've been in this room many times before and have even contributed to it's shelves. At one table is the man known as Xewleer. He is trying to write something, but has writers block. You walk up to him. "Hey! You haven't greeted me yet!" And you slap him on the shoulder. He gets up. "Alright... alright! Howdy!" Suddenly, he knees you in the soft spot! You fall on the ground screaming... then you realize something... that blow was so powerful you will never have children! "I nearly had my plot point! Dangit! It's gonna take me forever to figure it out! Have a drink!" He pours his glass of wine upon your body. He then lights a match. "Welcome ta Hell, kid!" He drops it on your body and it is on fire![/hide] How do yah like them apples? Yeah. Don't ask for that kind of thing again. Word of warning right there. Nah, I'm kidding, welcome to the library! Now then. You're story. It was a pathetic piece of toilet paper compared to your musical crimes. Please. Do better. I do have some constructive criticism: 1. For your musical crimes, try to spice it up. Have new ideas. Have some one go after Rick Astley and ask why this is happening? Or have the main character try to figure out who's doing this. You know detective work. 2. How about something unique and spectacular? Not just: kill everyone in the prison, but more like: Blow up the statue of liberty, and do it CREATIVELY, not just with some c-4 the guy put in an abandoned warehouse. 3. Remember! Music is good for you to listen to while writing! It boosts creativity! I never write without listening to music.

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Chapter 3 The next town was reached without trouble. Dracon learned more about Lucrecia than he cared to learn. Though he retained a few tidbits that interested him. She was 54 human years old, because Half-elfs have great longevity, that was the same as an eighteen year old. Her brother's name was Troy and he had traveled a great deal, despite his twenty human years. He was human, through a quirk of genetics, Elves and humans together can only produce humans or half-elves, while two half-elves can produce, all three kinds. Dracon never knew that before. Also, she was traveling with her brother, Troy, searching for the lave gem when she had been separated and captured before her brother could reach her. She also knew the healing arts but had no combat ability. "Troy keeps trying to teach me... but I still keep messing up. He's banned me from all swords and axes. Pole-arms are sure to be next!" She said, laughing. There was a great deal more, of course, but Dracon soon lost track of all the ins and outs of her family, various things she most certainly did not like and a lot more that might be important later if he could remember it. He paid for two rooms and they stayed the night at the local inn. During the night: Troy ran into Zokaria. The barman was sweeping up broken glass and organs while the barmaid checked the pockets of the dead for coinage. Troy, after rushing in, settled himself down. He sat in front of the bar and waited for someone to serve him. The barmaid finished first and hurried up to him. He reminded her of the previous patron... all cool and hot blooded, but dangerous when pushed. And he is indeed pushed, she could tell, better to make him happy than mad. "Anything I can help you with, sir?" "Yes. Old man, Teleh, selling a half-elf female." The maid knew the story very well. "Oh yes sir! He's dead. And the female was bought by a rich noble or something. Then someone figured out that the guy was a half-elf. Then... well, you're standing in the old man's blood! And he ran off. Didn't see where... too busy running for my life, see?" She said the last bit sheepishly. "So... she's in the hands of a sadistic, homicidal maniac...and purchased like a common... SLAVE!" Troy said under his breath. He got up and turned around, three guards had entered the room. "Don't get in my way!" "You are hereby arrested for sedition and rebellion against our lord, Black Master!" Said the captain of the party. "Surrender or die somewhat horribly!" Troy breathed out fiercely. "Forget this!" He put up his fists and charged the three men. "You'll die for getting in my way!" He headbutted the first in the chest, with such force that the man's heart exploded. The one next to him charged him, but Troy ducked under the man's hay-maker punches and punched, flat handed and upwards, sending his nose's cartilage in to the man's brain. He then punched the third officer's head so hard that the neck broke instantly. Troy breathed heavily for a second, then charged off into the night. He soon picked up a trail of bloody footsteps. Two, in fact, both obviously half-elves. "I'm coming Lucrecia!" He breathed as he ran off into the night. He would kill that Half-Elf! Purchasing his sister! It was unforgivable! Morning: Dracon awoke an hour after the sun rose. It felt good to sleep in. He put on and collected his varied gear, preparing himself for the journey, and shopping, ahead. He had unpleasant memories concerning shopping with females. Half-elfs, having neither the wisdom that comes with immortality, nor the common sense of humans, that comes with the short life-spans, were horrible shoppers, it took years of training to get himself to be able to shop wisely, preparing both for the now and the future. "Good morning! I thought a warrior of your caliber would wake up earlier!" Lucrecia said with a smile, she had been waiting outside the door. She was already wearing the gear he had given her yesterday night. "Do you do this often? Well. Let's go. I saw an adventurer's shop next door. You can't go around wearing my gear. I need it for my own use." He said. He took a calm tone. She surprised him, thank goodness she wasn't a normal half-elf, probably the influence of her brother. "You know when your brother will come for you? Or are you just hoping he'll track you?" "Hoping he'll track me! Don't worry! He's a pretty good guy! I'm sure he won't kill you or anything." She said with another smile. She was chipper in the mornings. Suppose it was a good thing he could take it. "I'll need..." She launched into a list of things she would need. She did know what she would need with no extravagances. YES!!! He nearly cheered but, he was probably overreacting. One shouldn't become biased from your own mother's choices. The store was very well stocked. Dracon would have been interested had he not had better stuff already. Lucrecia had excellent taste, and soon had some very excellent acquisitions. He waltzed over from the barrel of sabers to pay for it when the manager came in. "We don't serve her kind here." He said, narrowing his eyes at her ears. "Get out before I have Trent here toss you out!" Lucrecia was about to say something when Dracon clamped a hand over her mouth. "I'll handle this. I'll bring out the gear soon." Lucrecia took the cue from the tone of his voice and backs out. "Now then." He pulled out a badge. It was small and hidden well, it had a black sun with a grotesque smiley face in the middle. The universal symbol of a servant of the Black Master's empire. "Are you willing to sell these items now?" The manager was completely frightened, those who imitated the badge died some of the most horrible deaths imaginable. No one forged them any more, too much fear. His stance and the fact that he was actually with a half-elf, only ensured his belief in his elevated status. He was still underestimating him, however. "I'll pay for it all, of course... unless you chose to continue to... obstruct me and my mission..." He said this menacingly, thumbing his saber. The man gave him all he wanted to buy. Dracon walked out satisfied. "Thanks for taking care of it... did you kill them? I hope not!" She said, walking towards the inn. "I have to change, wait outside for me! Maybe sign us out or something." Dracon had already done so, but he was sure the hotel man would let them use the rooms again for a day. Meanwhile: Troy ran through the streets. Various signs, namely footprints, led him to the hotel outside. A man was standing outside, his head was covered with a hood, so it was hard to tell his features. "Hey! Seen a female half-elf around here?" The man was dozing in the sun, so he didn't quite here. Troy shook him again. "Hey! Deaf guy! Wake up! Have you seen a female Half-elf around here." The man woke up properly and glared at him fiercely. "And what's it to you!?" He said, grabbing his saber. "You got a death wish for dealing with me like that?!" He was beginning to draw it when Lucrecia left the building. "Troy! You finally found me!" She said, launching herself into her human brother's chest. He held her in disbelief, how'd she get that gear? It was very expensive. She left him and stood next to the stranger, who flipped down his hood and revealed himself to be a Half-elf. "He found me and saved me! Treat him well!" She was holding his hand! "My name is Douglas." He said amiably, no trace of his previous antagonism or violence. "Funny, I recognize you from somewhere else, under a different name perhaps... Troy." The two stared at each other, both forcing their wills upon each other. A fire developed between them. They would have to have a reckoning soon, otherwise their aggression would manifest itself in more destructive ways.

Why? Because I wasn't in the mood, that's all really.

not really. I am the Varrock Library guard. But don't worry, I don't remember what you did, so, you're cool. What anime is your signature from? I say it's School Days or ef, a tale of memories. edit: did research, wrong on both counts... gonna have to tell me.

bilk is a uncommon word meaning: to take through cheating, as in cards. Ex. The crafty gambler was able to bilk the other players of their money. Dear lord... I thought that word was common knowledge... and you knew what perturbation was? And I've used Bilk before too! And what of the story?