Xewleer

sad and short... Grammar is on the edge of bad and I can't make heads nor tales of the story, sorry. It's not very good.

He watched as the world that he knew so well dissolved and was replaced by another world. He knew instinctively that it was the Earth of his history books, with it's two main land masses and numerous islands, with a great sea whirling among it all, yes, that was once home. "The world was prospering, so that war disappeared and democracy prevailed on Communism and Tyranny, so that there was peace. In fact, peace was destroying the morals and the statutes that had been set up in their fore father's time. This is roughly two thousand years ago. One man tried to destroy it all, so that the people of the world could grow strong again, and he nearly succeeded..." The screen faded to black and their appeared a mobile-suit, of an ancient design, Havan noted, that was standing in flames, with tanks and bodies strewn about it like the debris from a crater. The suit turned and walked off, with little regard to what was about it. "He fought and fought, but no one changed, the world was still soft. He won, and as he finally arrived at his sought destination, they arrived." The scene changed while the voice talked showing a faceless man walking up stairs to a door, which had a pedestal in front of it, and a crown on the pedestal. Reaching for the crown, the man looked up, and saw a great space ship, sending hordes of fighters down. His eyes, though devoid of personality, hardened and he took the crown and shook it at the sky. "End of prologue, will continue in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1..."

4032.122 ANC (After Ninth Cataphract) In the schools of Kun, students are often thrown in together according to their likes and dislikes. It is not uncommon for those delinquents to band together to fight against those they dislike, and same for other such cliques as the Knowledge Focused Students, who are uncommon, or the Pugnacious Fighters, according to how the teachers are inclined to name them. The Knowledge Focused Students were not inclined to fight so much as to strategise or learn about histories. The wars that Kun nearly constantly fought against the Ashmen, Tarags or other nations were meticulously picked over and improved, so that other student groups would get assistance from them in their battle-centric needs. Teachers usually give such students free reign over their studies and classes. One such student, known as Havan, was very history minded. He would spend hours and hours reading books and watching history videos to the point that no other student in his school was so knowledgeable about history as he was. Finally, his teacher discovered him rooting through the collection of video-usbs, trying to find one that he had not already perused several times. The teacher had one left, it was a rather old one, back in the time when the video-usb technology had just begun and 3-d animation was at it's height (for that time). It was the story of the beginning of Kun, and the world that existed before theirs. It had Montags and space-ships and a host of other things that were not seen normally by anyone outside of the science labs. The student plugged it in without hesitation, he had eight hours of school to kill and he would relish watching such a movie.

Since everyone's mostly figured it out (that I know, anyway...) Gil Colin Graham, By Xebn Xocnil Xewleer Prologue It was the time beyond the Age of Piracy, the last few great pirates, notably Cran Delor and Rafeal, were all that remained of that chaotic time. The country of Archadia was more powerful than it ever had been, Achadia city spread slowly over the face of the nation, already covering more than 1/5th of the land mass. But that still left a good portion of the land for small rural towns and forts that dotted the landscape at intervals, and it was from there the armed forces of Archadia got the majority of their recruits. In one town, there was a merchant, and he had a family, the Graham family. They were not rich, but were well respected, especially the merchant's son, Gil Colin Graham, but for a slightly different reason. He was the leader of the teenagers, the recruiter stationed at his town made sure that he was on good terms with him, after all, he was proper leadership quality, diplomatic and top of the sword play club, with an excellent work-ethic to boot, a recruiters dream. He was, however, something of a wanderer, going on journeys on the slightest impulse, definitely airship marine quality. The attack on the town came, as it should, without warning. Rafael sacked the town and killed the inhabitants indiscriminately, there were no survivors. Gil Colin Graham had been shoved into a closet by his mother, who, before she could also hide, was killed, and his father suffered the same fate. He grew up and joined the Airship marines, and became a lieutenant. His first real mission began soon after his promotion. His captain was tough as diamonds, with barely any of their luster. He hated Gil Colin Graham with extreme prejudice, but then again, he hated all those lower in rank than him indiscriminately. He assembled the team for the mission, and stood in front of them. Even though he hated every single one of them, he would lead from the front. "Alright you stinking maggots! Our mission is this, the pirate, Cran Delor, one of the last true pirates left, has made a strategic mistake that we WILL take the advantage of. In the northern mountains between ourselves and Windbloom, our spy in his ranks has reported that he will taking only a few friends and crossing into our border to see what the defenses are like in a certain town. Now, we WILL be working with a small fleet of airships, they WILL be attacking the Deloran." The Captain looked over his team, the lights made his scars stood out. Anyone who had been with him for any real amount of time knew the story of each and every visible one. He had killed many enemies of his country, and had nearly been killed by more than his share of them. "Lieutenant Graham! You WILL take ten handpicked fighters and attack from behind. We WILL stop his airship, you WILL attack from behind by blowing a hole in it." He looked around at them, not for moral support, they had better darn well understand it. He took long enough then nodded, while saluting. They stood and saluted back. leaving. Lieutenant Graham waited until all but the Captain had left. "I know you want me dead. But I'll disappoint you." Well, long story short, he did disappoint the Captain, but the Captain was much to dead to be disappointed at all. Cran Delor, the object of the attack, was killed by Graham himself. And, as a reward, he was given promotion to Commander. The Admiral, a rather large man, who had a jolly way about him, sent him on his next mission. To protect the diplomat sent to the country of Cameo, to reevaluate and update the treaty according the changing times. Sounds deceptively easy. - Story starts in true earnest the next chapter!~

He could help his mom make Borscht! Gah ha ha ha! Anyhoo... I wish I had a book that could teach me to do stuff like that...

is there a specific font you want, like the one you already have on there? could you give me the dafont link? I am afraid I don't know it, if you can't find one that looks similar, just use something that looks orderly (not all over the place) and readable. Thank you! I've been busy in the real life and can't concentrate.

Dramatic chapter today. Chapter 5 Simoun's farm, the next day. Simoun Simula was making a much needed break at her family's farm. Her father was away, but her mother was in. The farm was a medium sized establishment, much within the means of the Simula family. The dirt was good, crops grew nearly year round, until harvest time they were quite empty, but Simoun's brother, Matthias, could be seen walking through the fields, watching for any crop hazard. Phillip and Gregor, opting not to meet the family, stayed with the ship, enjoying alcoholic beverages and arguing amongst themselves. Everything was going well, until there was a knock on the door. A man in military dress uniform, a Carnelian captain, came in. He looked at them both, then spoke to them. "I assume I am talking to Mrs. Simula, would you prefer to be alone? It is very bad news." "I would prefer her to stay if you please... Wha... what is the bad news?" "Your son, Tomos Simula of the S-class Black Ops, is not classified as Missing in Action. I cannot tell you particulars, but he was on a mission in Willowscent, pursuing a pirate gang. I'm sorry, but please accept the fact that it could be worse out come. I shall take my leave then, you will receive his personal affects soon. I have to go to the other twelve families." The pair were silent. "I'm very sorry. If its any consolation, he was very favorably looked on by his commanders, if he had lived, he would have gone very far." Simoun finally found her tongue. "Leave us alone, there is nothing you can say anymore. Please... leave. She's just lost her firstborn son." The military man bowed and left a card on the table. Turning his back, he left the two distraught women. Passing Gregor and Phillip, who were waiting for him to leave, he turned. "Tell me... have you ever told someone, that someone they love has died?" "No, we haven't." "This is my first time, them not crying was more than I could ever understand. The old Colonel back at HQ said the first time I do this would be the hardest. He was right." He turned away and entered his transport. When he was out of sight, Simoun came out of the house. She, who normally was bright and cheerful, wiped a tear away. Placing her hands on her two crew-mate's shoulders she gave one, great heave and the tears fell for a second. But they stopped, and were replaced by her accustomed hard glint. "Were going to Willowscent. Were going to find what SOB killed my brother and turn him into something that is most definitely not human. What are you waiting for..." "You have a death grip on our shoulders." She let go with a jolt and they ran up into the ship, and began to prep it for launch. Maria Simula, Simoun's mother, ran out, tears streaming down her face. "Please! I don't want another child to die! You know Tomos was my favorite son, but my only daughter too!?! Please!!" Simoun walked up to her mother. "I left worry at the door of my heart when I began to be a pirate. I haven't told you yet... but it is true. I have killed people. I have stolen many things, I have become what you taught me not to do. Please, don't hurt me." Phillip stuck his head down. "Captain! We've got to leave, the Swell is in our favor!" Maria fell to her knees... Matthias, though she loved him, was a simpleton, Alex, though she loved him, was greedy, Tomos was dead, and her only beloved daughter was a pirate captain. She felt very overwhelmed, and for the first time in a while, wished that her husband was holding her. She made a sharp breath, she had nearly lost him too. Simoun turned on her, steeling her heart as much as possible. She walked up and did not look back. Phillip and Gregor kept their respectful distance. Simoun wordlessly turned her ship on and passed into the swell. The Seven Swells are the name for the atmosphere on the world. It starts with the air currents on ground level, then passed onwards, getting more violent. As such, it is nearly impossible for large ships to go up too high, as well as being able to see many stars. Small ships, like Simoun's can get in and out of the Fourth Swell, going higher is nearly impossible for any long amount of time. But, if the fourth swell is at your back, for nearly any distance traveled, the time is a fraction of what it would normally be. Simoun landed in Willowscent, and set about finding her brother.

Ello, Shivers... anyhoo... I'd like to mess with my sig, I was wondering if you could add this to my signature (the knight) "Guardian of the Library" somewhere and to the right of my name (Xewleehr) If you feel that I need to give more info, do tell, also, if you feel that it would not be aesthetically pleasing to add more, do tell.

Bumping, because that Xebn Xocnil characters has a darn good story.

Really, I'll check him out, the Xebn Xocnil guy, right? Anyhoo... SKILL! NEED PERMISSIONS ON SITE PLOX!!!

Taps fingers together... Excellent...

Whoa! That sounds interesting... which story is Star Conquest?

Hmmm... You are successful because of your optimistic view on life... Yet my pessimistic and dark view of the world-system grants me success... fascinating... Not bad, but it would help if you separate the paragraphs with an enter-strike.

I don't like many kinds of poetry... :XD: But fortunately, the kind of poetry you have written is one of my favorites!

Pretty good beginning, I could almost feel the forest and hear the hellhound. Very nice! =D>

Don't worry, its better than a "meh" But not an "S-class" story,

So, you have returned... mmm... Ku ku ku ku ku ku ku... Anyway, really glad to have you back! Edit: Okay then, lets get to the brass tacks. Please take it to a Microsoft word with a spell check, then run spell check to correct your errors. (not that many, but too many for me to go through it systematically)

Nice, I took it as soon as was feasibly possible, and I like the cover art, though, I never imagined that he had a hat.

Aw forget Project Onyx, I'll post the next chapter. Simoun, Sephira and Simca, with their respective crews, examined the base. There was nothing to hint at what Kuze's objective was. That man was thorough, no doubt about it. Five minutes were more than enough to take everything he needed. Gregor Melancthon, Simoun's second-mate, found a survivor among the wreckage, but they could get nothing from him. They split up. At the smoldering gates, with there backs to the ravaged base, the three captains held a conference among themselves. Simca: "They sure did a number on that place, didn't they?" Simoun: "Those poor people, pity we couldn't discover anything useful." Sephira: "No matter, we know its in Arcadia, my Network will at least discover what kind of information they were looking for." Simoun: "We don't need to know what it is, just what Delor is doing. This cannot be ignored!" Sephira: "Yes yes... I suggest we all go undercover, the World-government Forum will discover our presence here. Simca... no needless death." Simca: "That's no fun..." The three turned from each other and left. Simoun's ship lifted up last. Simoun sat there for a moment, life was bad now that pirates were being treated more than nuisances. Life could only get worse until those that were demons in human form were all killed, Delor... She growled at the thought before starting to take off. -Willowscent- An exiled wanderer, exploring the craggy Narthus/Willowscent border breathed in the foul air. There had once been great industry here, no doubt, and something to scavenge as well. Ooohh... a fresh wreck, perhaps there was food or some useful thing he could trade. But a moment's exploration was all that was needed, that ship was almost certainly Carnelian. And it was shot down. He examined the dirt around the downed airship, thirteen army boots, the rest were definitely Willowscent militia grade combat shoes. He shuffled away from the mess, whoever had taken the ship's crew could be back. -Arcadia military headquarters- Shayne Revelin played again with his good friend, he was enjoying this one. Feeling very relaxed, they chatted until the final few moves, where Colonel Raething asked him what was on his mind. "Those bounties for those three female pirates are too high, you'll drain the countries collective resources, and besides, they didn't even attack the base, Delor's crew did. (oooh... Check!)" "I have it planned." "Beware of unexpected things, I've seen everything, or, think I have. (Again, Check) and yet there is always something that surprises me. Surely, Shayne, there is more to see." "We'll see... Checkmate." "Heh, still can't win. Anything I can do? I'm in between assignments." "Please, I would like you to inspect our maximum security prison in Arcton, if you find it lacking, I will send resources to make it more inescapable." "Very well... Almost forgot! The Carnelian military ambassador told me to tell you they failed. I have no right to question you, but I think you should do something about this to the families, we could blame it on Delor!" "No, Willowscent. They're doing something for sure. We cannot possibly move, I will say that they are Missing in Action over Willowscent pursuing a pirate gang." "Good plan, I'm off, here's the list of dead. I noticed that one of them has the same last name as Simoun Simula." "No connection, please leave, I must have peace." Colonel Raething bowed and saluted, he shut the door firmly behind him. Shayne Reveling was tall and had a body that no man would envy, though he was very fit. His eyes clouded over with thought and he went into a mode of extremely fast thinking. His hair became shaggy where it once was neat. His disheveled appearance became apparent when he left his train of thought. He still could not properly think of what to do.

That's correct, I generally read and comment on most things, as I am on for nearly 30% of my day (here and elsewhere nearly constantly) I often see things, many, strange things. Anyway... Welcome to the Library!

It's very hard to follow in the beginning... much too disjointed.

Heavily edited...

... Its generally considered good form here to actually have a story in your first post.

Pretty good. I liked it. Anyway, how about this guy. Vanderbilt. Age: 20-ish General facts on life: Not the smartest guy, but he isn't an idiot either. He just wanders around. He's got the character shield, which means he can't be killed by much, also, various things try to attack him, but fail in humiliating and funny ways, however, they return from their debacle unharmed. He also is rather weirded out by most stuff, and, if he tries, can be a chick magnet. He runs into vampyres a lot (winks) but has yet to have had his blood drank. This should provide a character for you to have fun with!

The accent is American, That's how I would describe it, its not really something I have the proper Vocab for, its all in the nuance.