Saturday 2 June 2007

An Extraordinary Path

In a place where witches and dragon’s are guides, wise-men are evil and vampires have a conscience; a young woman learns she is not dumber than dumb; she only needs to reach into her inner child and find that she can be anything that she deems.


It seemed like I’d been dreaming the same repetitive dream for nights. It always happened at that time between sleep and dreams. I was shadowed by a golden light drifting like a feather, dancing in circles, arms upraised, fingers twinkling. All I could see were the imaginary snowflakes between the ribbons of light. As the warm currents carried me I saw ghastly, unblinking, bloodshot, hypnotic eyes.

Paralysed by fear, I certainly was not. Curious, yes and wanting to find out more. I was! Even though I was dreaming, but not quiet; I still wanted to know what these visions were all about.

Nightmares I’d had, though never had I been plagued by them. I remember being dragged under water by a man with long dark hair, and shining black eyes. I screamed and struggled, swallowing a lot of the rancid water and gasping for breath. But he released me and I found myself inside a cavern. A great dragon’s snout appeared ‘The owner of the eyes?’ my mind cried. It breathed fire upon my body, drying me, I realised then, no harm was meant to come of me. The dragon’s breath, its power blew me out of this cavern and into another.

A powerful presence filled the room, but then I had an impression that someone was smiling at me, gently. It was as if my presence was expected, a strong sense of love overwhelmed me. Now I was afraid, these feelings were not something I’d ever had the opportunity to feel; not even as a child. Sobbing with this fear, I staggered backwards out of the cavern and found I was in a darkened cavern again. This one held the feelings of creatures, which I was not sure I wanted to meet. Slowly I crept towards the cavern on my left, where the golden light issued forth. No need for me to hover in this space, I knew it was the cavern of the dragon.

Before me the dragon arose, drawing itself out of the water, slowly it shook itself. The water flew in massive droplets, dangling from the stalactites, slowly dropping upon my unsuspecting head. A mighty breeze arose, nearly blowing me out of the cavern again. I dug my toes into the golden dusted ground. The dragon sat, in a puff of dust, yawning, yet watching me with its bloodshot hypnotic eyes.

Escape did not cross my mind. I stood there staring back at the magnificent beast before me. Slowly the dragon stood on its haunches and turned its tail, slowly it plodded along a path of golden light. I followed.

Soon we were away from the pool and the light was brighter, so brilliant that I could hardly see. All of a sudden I lurched forward, my feet in a tangle under me, the incredible luminance faded, I blinked and brushed my eyes. I stood before a cauldron and beside it was a woman.

Her hair of silver, hung past her breasts, in rivulets of corn-silk. Her upturned nose and high cheek bones only enhanced the clarity of her opulent raspberry mouth, the opaque haze of her lavender eyes smiled. The dragon moved to her right and plonked itself down in a hazy puff of golden dust. As the woman reached her hand out towards the dragon, so the dragon reached a taloned claw out to her. I guessed this was an unspoken acknowledgement between them.

Her presence spoke of power, but not to the strength of what I had felt earlier in the other cavern. It did not make me feel fear, it made me comfortable and slowly I dropped my guard. Even though I was not beckoned forward, I moved.

“You are right to believe in fear.” A low voice grumbled; it felt as if it was rumbling from the tips of my toes, curling into my stomach and winding to the top of my head. It was a kindly tone, not irritated in the way a parent talks to a child, who does not know better.

Immediately I felt to the depths of my soul, that this dragon and woman were my guides, and they knew me better than I knew myself. It was a feeling of being wrapped in the depths of my downy blankets, comforting, restful and it held a solace that I knew in the very bottom of my heart was what I required.

My heart lifted, in the presence of my guides.

“We’ve waited a long time for you to come. It is time for you to follow your path. Come!” the woman’s voice rasped as she moved forward, out of the cavern and back into the brilliance of the golden light.

As she moved she spoke, her voice rasping higher in the cavern.
“You woke the wise-man, on your arrival. He is evil and you need to face him. The vampires, know you’re here and do not mean you any more harm. They are sorry their race took the love from your life. We mean to show you your, path and see if we can guide you into a longer happier road.”

Half lidded eyes gazed from the depths of the darkened cavern as we moved to the cavern where I’d felt the strong sense of love. My chest grew tight and my hands started to go clammy.

“You have to face him in order to pass him.” The woman spoke, as I stood on the threshold. Some unseen forced made me reach backwards, re-assurance? But I felt a dragon’s talon, in the palm of my hand. Then another patted the top of my hand; the woman pushed me forward and the dragons security faded. I was terrified, but moved forward, grudgingly on tenter hooks. Looking back over my left shoulder I saw the woman staring at me loftily, and then she yawned. Her breath propelled me forward,
A whisper caught my ears, “See that was not so bad.” And I looked and the dragon and woman were gone.


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Weekly Report

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Report for the week of 29th of May – 5th of June!

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Scribe to scribe forum:

Legends:

WIP Croth Rebellion - A Lesson to Learn. Nailed!

Oombas Reunion Nailed!

Characters:

Vickielysia Nailed!

Places:

The Prisoner Hall. Nailed!

Lore:

Faction: Tobernian High Elves. Nailed!

Items:

Leech Energy Nailed!

Keesha Crysrals Nailed!

Also provided a piece or two in this section for consideration of publication.
Scribe to Scribe forums

These are either WIP (work in progress) or awaiting publishing on site.
Mispoint

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The Five Elements

I also have several other pieces in the pipeline.

Battle for Traddlebow:

13. Not an Orc. Nailed!
14. Ka-Tel Nailed!
15. Hunting History


This week’s featured blog belongs to (Drum roll please! Morgan, wake up! Drum roll please!) Elsens

My dearest Master has been away and will make continual visits or find that the Pm box is going to crush under the weight of the messages!

Well, it appears that Siberlees credit card has moved along. But does not mean that Quont’s blog is not worth a visit! The Other has returned and do we think Ol’fetid breath was missed? Of course, the grumbling was missed!

Word in LoM has it that some spells are required in order to get the credit cards mernals tinkling into scribes coffers. So the hunt is on! Do you have a spell? If so locate the credit card and have fun!

Inside News: You all simply must see the work of Allibaba
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Bu's Blog reveals that he has been on the move. Wishing all the best and hoping that the God of War will return with a little semblance of a smile, especially if the PM feature is not burgeoning under the weight!

Roadius Father of Mischief and Humor, Patriarch of the Gnome Race and Leader of the Merry Pranksters of Mernac, with the wisdom of seasons, this God is known to take the Mickey from his sisters, I wonder does he have Siberlee’s credit card and is he down at Mernacian Toys spending on whoopee cushions!

Many new Open/Closed saplings have been in the making, yet there is still room for more. All those in receipt of a TS&E, please look at the Character & Item listing provided and check if these things have been scribed. If not, why not! Just do it and allow another scribe to share his or her vision of a bit of your tale!

Still to come are some useful links for writers looking to research throughout LoM.

My Blogs worth!


My blog is worth $1,693.62.
How much is your blog worth?


More than I had anticipated!

Tuesday 29 May 2007

LoM Report

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Week of the 22nd – 29th, May 2007.

Anemo has been a busy little whirlwind within

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As you know, I am Proofreading the Book: The Battle for Traddlebow,


which I am still in the process of. Though it occupies only a small portion of the arenas that are perused, little wisps dutifully projected into other areas.
Some of which are the following:

Furs. Nailed!
Journal of Zacharius McDade Entry 1 Nailed!
The Ja'Kal Uprising, chapter One. Nailed!
Kelratha NokaalNailed!



Also went into the Scribe to Scribe forum:
Disciples Nailed!

Apostrophe Demon Nailed!



Now some more of the BFT series:
8. Glorious Battle Nailed!
9. Mystery Dancer Nailed!
10. Meeting Moroova Nailed!
11. Noble Secrets Nailed!
12. Drawing the Bowstring Nailed!


In addition, the little wind possessed the hands of Botr pinking away at the keyboard. Seemingly, the notebook has an ghost-writer, scribed tomes can be located in the
Scribe to Scribe forums, TS&E, and General Discussion (Public) arenas.

Anemo, would like to publicly thank Kachinadoll for capturing her likeness, how this was managed has the little wind scurrying in a flurry of skirts. Maybe, its not only the God Quont that has keyhole cameras hidden within The Legends of Mernac


Speaking of whom, the have somehow gained access to Siberlee’s credit card. Take a look into Quonts Blog , witnessing for yourselves the quest for his orgasmic pleasure. Now little wind Anemo can see how the fantasy world of Quont’s provides not only a good laugh, but also the added benefit of filling the coffers of the members of the legends of Mernac. Just check out some of the comments, it reveals what these souls are watching! Alternatively, what they have watched!

In addition, I’d like to thank Vickie, for her patience in teaching me over the oceans to hyperlink. However, I did feel the clip on the back of the head and laughed at the thought that our transcript would go into the comedy hour of Mernac! However, it does show I learned quick!

Also, Midnite. You are a devil! Just like your little Apostrophe! Good work on a topic that came up in the same chat conversation! BTW, Midnite is an aussie…yippee, someone who knows what I am saying!

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This week’s featured Blog would have to our dear Siberlee's Blog . Take a look into there, I guarantee, you will not be coming out so quickly.

Then if you’re curious as to what the Disciples are doing try one of these:
Goran Tulken's Blog, Vickie's Blog, Arleas Kaedani, & Morgan's Mernac Spot (the Inevitable Blog).

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Anemo tickles around the edges of Mernac and wants to ensure the Fantasy world that she resides in shows the Good of Mernac. So if you’re a keen blogger try taking a look at

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Fantasy Blogging – May 07 Writing / Blog contest.
There are some very good ideas there in making your blog pay for itself.

There is also the Following Galleries that you might be interested in as well. You have to if you are a Graphic artist or a Patron of the Arts, looking to sponsor or enter the contests.

Fantasy Art Gallery

Fairy Art Gallery

Dragon Art Gallery

Mermaid Art Gallery

There are also the Monthly Art competitions.

Sagas and Books

Little wind, ha, ha, got caught in the gusty whiplash over the past three nights. Now she appears to have a lovely double dose of inner ear infections. Thank the Mothers for Auralgan. Numbs the inner ear! the call of the week is Antibiotics, or should that be fortnight. Really did not give a fig, what she looked like going to work the past two nights, huge black scarf and a red beanie, the scarf kept flying over her eyes, turning her into a ewok!
Though, she did locate a nice little Fairy shop and well spent some of the hard earned! Plus right next door (dream of dreams) a second hand book shop! Judging by the shops window and the titles observed. Little wind will be visiting there next. Filling the gaps in her many saga’s on the bookshelves at home. Dream a little dream of a second hand bookshop, but the problem is she will not sell the books until she has read them!
One World…Endless Possibilities





Sunday 27 May 2007

The Legends of Mernac Blogging Contest

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As the WAR between Good & Evil plays out within the Book: The Battle for Traddlebow at the Legends of Mernac. SPORTS in the various blogs of the Gods that reside at The Legends of Mernac, play a major role in the grand scheme, what that is only the Gods know.

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Magic is the world created by the many scribes and artisans.
Girls and Guys all take a role, whether its in the contests, writing, reading/critquing, providing art for the site, promotional work or just about everything. The site is for Adults and does have a strict R rating.
Politics there are none in Mernac, its be killed or survive!
Humor is necessary and it is good to have whether it is Dark, silly or a little Sexy.
Dragons reside within a variety of the tomes, both good and evil. It is a world of imagination and what would it be without the Mermaid, Fairy, Orcs, Giants, and other magnificent creatures, that resides within a writer/scribes/artisans mind.
Fantasy in everyone’s mind is different, but they key issues are for every good there is a evil (bad), what would the Fantasy world be like if it only had all Good characters?


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All the linked words belong to the monthly blogging contest & its accompanying monthly art contest con-currently held within the Great and very much Good & Evil world of the Legends of Mernac. Therefore, consider yourself not only a blogger, but also a writer and would like to see your blog earn you some extra real cash. Join The Legends of Mernac and show us your Blog!

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