Darkgod
12th October 2004, 10:22
I hope people really like this story i hope to get it turned into a script and then a film.
In the hearth of Orica the death mountain, raged the anger of TARINGA the Demigod who was cast into Orica by the great gods of the earth. As far as he was concerned it was betrayal by his father Lomi. Who was of the gods who cast him into eternal damnation. He would have been killed if not for him putting a shield around himself yes they underestimated although gods they made a mistake about his power a mistake they would soon wish they hadn’t made. It has been years he has grown weaker and weaker in power and pretty soon he will be consumed by the great power of Orica. But it was here in the river of fire that he made his promise a promise to have his revenge no matter what the cost it was that very thought that kept his power steady soon someone would hear his call someone strong enough to hear such a faint call and when they come he shall be set free and he shall crush all the gods every last one.
When destiny calls one most answer for denying destiny is denying who you are. Abstract by Edam Toromor Wiseman of king Agar the third.
It was a cold and dark night with the breeze whispering a sound that was to faint to be heard and when the only light was of that of the moon on this beautiful night Galen Obard, Raphael little, William Suret, were here to learn the ways of the sword from Master Rico. Come on lads we haven’t got all night faster faster I say. Easy for you to say you lazy old Taro, What was that William said master Rico did I just hear you call me a Taro, No sir I wasn’t calling you a Taro I was saying that I hope there are no Taro about isn’t that right Galen, William looked at Galen with a plea in his eyes, ummmmmmm, That’s right master Rico I think you might have misheard him. Oh well I guess I must have getting old these days you know. Rico Roseinbud although appeared fragile and vulnerable was a Hero of the war of the skies. People always said he flew a winidu like a demon from hell and wielded his sword like it was part of him. Although looking at him you weren’t at fault for thinking otherwise he never seemed to cut his hair or wash it and wore the robes of a commoner in fact Rico never wore anything to give a clue that he was well Rico Roseinbud apart from his sword. As the boys and master Rico approached the hill side relief swept among the boys that the long trek up the hill was over. As the boys put down their swords and armour to take a break Master Rico shouted up up you lazy scoundrels why back in my day I could climb this hill five to ten times and still have energy to duel and I expect nothing less from you three understood, Yes master Rico the boys chanted all together. If you like it say and i will carry on wriiting.
In the hearth of Orica the death mountain, raged the anger of TARINGA the Demigod who was cast into Orica by the great gods of the earth. As far as he was concerned it was betrayal by his father Lomi. Who was of the gods who cast him into eternal damnation. He would have been killed if not for him putting a shield around himself yes they underestimated although gods they made a mistake about his power a mistake they would soon wish they hadn’t made. It has been years he has grown weaker and weaker in power and pretty soon he will be consumed by the great power of Orica. But it was here in the river of fire that he made his promise a promise to have his revenge no matter what the cost it was that very thought that kept his power steady soon someone would hear his call someone strong enough to hear such a faint call and when they come he shall be set free and he shall crush all the gods every last one.
When destiny calls one most answer for denying destiny is denying who you are. Abstract by Edam Toromor Wiseman of king Agar the third.
It was a cold and dark night with the breeze whispering a sound that was to faint to be heard and when the only light was of that of the moon on this beautiful night Galen Obard, Raphael little, William Suret, were here to learn the ways of the sword from Master Rico. Come on lads we haven’t got all night faster faster I say. Easy for you to say you lazy old Taro, What was that William said master Rico did I just hear you call me a Taro, No sir I wasn’t calling you a Taro I was saying that I hope there are no Taro about isn’t that right Galen, William looked at Galen with a plea in his eyes, ummmmmmm, That’s right master Rico I think you might have misheard him. Oh well I guess I must have getting old these days you know. Rico Roseinbud although appeared fragile and vulnerable was a Hero of the war of the skies. People always said he flew a winidu like a demon from hell and wielded his sword like it was part of him. Although looking at him you weren’t at fault for thinking otherwise he never seemed to cut his hair or wash it and wore the robes of a commoner in fact Rico never wore anything to give a clue that he was well Rico Roseinbud apart from his sword. As the boys and master Rico approached the hill side relief swept among the boys that the long trek up the hill was over. As the boys put down their swords and armour to take a break Master Rico shouted up up you lazy scoundrels why back in my day I could climb this hill five to ten times and still have energy to duel and I expect nothing less from you three understood, Yes master Rico the boys chanted all together. If you like it say and i will carry on wriiting.