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old.Tyraette

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Originally posted by accollon
For those, like me, who need something to do at work, here is a link to the best Camelot story I have ever seen, on the Knights Templar boards- I hope the author won't mind me posting the link.

Its a long one, and will take probably a week at work to read, but it might keep you happy whilst Sheffielder gets his arse in gear.

http://pub173.ezboard.com/footktfrm8.showMessageRange?topicID=115.topic&start=1&stop=20
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Agreed, that one is pure pure class.

Swear to God though, anyone calling me Sheffielder deserves a slap
 
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gengi

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Originally posted by old.Tyraette
Agreed, that one is pure pure class.

Swear to God though, anyone calling me Sheffielder deserves a slap
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Why you from Huddersfield ?

anyway enough of this replying to posts , Schaeffer, get bloody writing your public is waiting, and is fickle. No more posting until the next installment is ready :p

later
 
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Svartur

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Really nice story mate!
Keep em coming! :clap:
Sorry for what I did to you and the mincer yesterday in hw btw.
If I knew about Treeloe and the baby I wouldnt have been so rough. ;)

Good thing you have healing powers in albion to. ;)
 
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mirieth

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Lovely work, Shaeff, as I told you :).

I got to read it before any of you! Wheeeee \o/

<is special>

:D

edit: 100th post \o/
 
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Lanfaer

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Robert Jordan, eat your heart out!
Top class Shaeff :clap:
 
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bazzaye

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the death of serbitar the gimp'll make it the best story ever
 
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Serbitar

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gimp? GIMP???!1! pwned j00 kthxbye !!1

wish i'd screenied that duel ^^

/bump as well
 
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ahunter

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Originally posted by old.Tyraette
working on it, working on it.

I'm well aware more action needed, I was soooo close to cutting the last scene,but i loved it too much :) Picking up the pace now
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Stop telling us your picking up the pace dear chap, and post more!!!!

<sings> Why are we waiting, why are waaaaiiiittttinng!
 
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Kedaran_Mid

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Come on! Type faster we've been waiting all to long now!



-K.
 
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stafford

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dont make me start writing again to pass the time shaeff
its depressin

hurry up !
 
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old.Tyraette

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rl problems. motivation gone to shit. nerf being stressed out with everything. i just dont have the energy atm. will _try_ and get something up.

nerf rl imo. just not in the right frame of mind atm thats all. Working on it! <tries to brighten up>
 
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stafford

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dont force it m8

:fluffle:

you know the rules
rl comes first
 
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Cush

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Originally posted by stafford
dont force it m8

:fluffle:

you know the rules
rl comes first
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RL first? what kinda imaginary world are you living in?
 
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bazzaye

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aww, poor shaeff, sure ull b bright soon, never known u to b stressed
 
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Flesh

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Originally posted by old.Tyraette
rl problems. nerf being stressed out with everything. i just dont have the energy atm.to get it up.
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hrhr :<
 
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old.Tyraette

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Padding his way past the bed, his thoughts turned to the events of the day, leaving the night skies and their promises unspoken at his back. Seeing Laird again had brought back memories he’d thought long ago forgotten. The highlander hadn’t changed much though, he mused. Laird was the symbol of the Phoenix Legion, its commander in battle and had been the main strategist for the war for nigh on five years now. Flecks of grey now matted that proud beard, and understanding the heavy accent was still as laborious a task as ever. They’d talked for most of the afternoon, into the early hours of the evening, briefing the infiltrator on recent events, both within the Falls and out in the realm in general.

Stopping in front of a full length mirror, Shaeffer studied the man before him. ‘Is this who you are, Prince of the Shadowed Night?’ he muttered to himself, as he did every night. Only this time, silence answered him, rather than the softly spoken reply of Treeloe. ‘No, I see Shaeffer Cernunnos. Not the Prince,’ she’d say. Now the reflection glared at him, defiant. It had made him smile wryly to himself when he had seen Jents reaction to him. People didn’t see Shaeffer anymore. When he was here, he didn’t even see it himself. Was it something he now regretted? If he could go back in time and start it all again, would he have chosen a different road?

Slipping off his woollen shirt, he traced lightly over a few old scars, remembering faces from the past that had caused them. No, he thought. This was his road. Shaeffer had made the Prince, aye, but the Prince had also made him. He’d grown with it. Had borne its fruits and its scars. This was his life.

Ignoring the cool night air that had trespassed its way into the room, Shaeffer remained topless, and started to move through his old stretching routines, loosely warming tired muscles. The moves came easy, well practiced, like a dancer. Soon Shaeffer’s mind relaxed, releasing his body’s control to his instincts, mulling over what the highlander was asking of him. Darkness Falls! The name itself conjured images of dark mystery and foreboding. He’d never been himself, but the stories that told of that place spoke of fears and shadows that played on the mind.

Since the discovery of the entranceway 4 years ago, the Defenders of Albion had been hard pressed to contain the nightmares that dwelled within. Men spoke of demons black as night, and sights enough to break the strongest spirit. Many were those who they dragged back from the portal, arms, legs severed. They were the lucky ones. Screams were often heard at night as those unfortunates not killed were dragged down into the dark depths. None ever returned, and none ever dared venture out far enough to learn what became of their comrades.

In time, amidst many battles and many losses, Albion got the break she needed. A smaller slave race, the Pichiliu imps, had arrived in the shadows and indicated that they wished to speak. Despite initial, and continued, mistrust, the imps aided Albions forces and the dark terrors of the Falls were pushed back enough for a containment area to be wrought around the portal. Watched at all times in all places, the walled stockades blocked all access points to the entrance, supplemented by the most powerful spells the wizards and theurgists could maintain.

Attacks were now less and less frequent, though the black minds that dwelt in the deep still probed away from time to time, and skirmishes were not uncommon. Unlucky were those who found themselves serving in Darkness Falls. The permanent night, imagined shapes lurking in the shadows, and disquieting noises were enough to turn those of a lesser mind into madness. Slowing his movements, Shaeffer smiled mirthlessly at his reflection, before coming to a stop. Perhaps he was in madness already, for he was going to go deep past the containment. Into whatever lay in the deep dark places beyond it.

Picking up a towel, he wiped away the glistening second skin of sweat from his body, before turning to his blades laying on the dresser. Glancing down, he grimaced. ‘Always you two keeping me from home, isn’t it,’ he muttered accusingly at the two twins that always seemed to follow in his footsteps. Crafted from finest Arcanium, the two long dirks were of Maxgirths finest. Hefting them in his hands, he tossed them from one hand to the other, watching the blades as he did so. Closing his eyes, he let his hands get used to their feel and weight. His body needed to get familiar with them once more, and accept them as part of himself. It had been too long since he’d used them. Angrily, he chided himself. No, not long enough.

His mood soured, he placed the blades back on the dresser before slipping into the bed. Tomorrow he’d set off for the portal with an escort of Utopians, before seeing what the Savage Conclave had been skulking around in the shadows of hell for. Then he’d at last be able to return, and cast aside the Shadowed Night. Pleased by the thought, his mind swam across the border from the waking world to the next and he began to dream. Of Treeloe, home, and dark monsters whispering promises from the deep.
 
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gustav

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more more....missed you these past few weeks my old friend...keep the posts coming.
 
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old.Tyraette

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check your email Gustav bud.

i need you for summat :)
 
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stafford

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nice one m8
good to see something worth reading on BW again
 
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freeq

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absolutly amazing story, keep up the good work!
cant wait to read the next bit :D
 
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old.Tyraette

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The sudden thump punctured through Shaeffers thoughts like a hammer, pushing him involuntarily back to the world of the waking. Like a window broken, shards of memory and dreams shattered out its frame, and slipped away into forgetfulness. Again the thump resonated in his head, as if he were hearing it underwater, fuzzy and lethargic. As the sound died away it sucked away the sluggishness of his thoughts, before the thump returned once more, this time in greater clarity.

Opening his eyes, Shaeffer stared around for a moment, before his memory and recognition returned. Impatient now, the knocking carried on for longer, and a raised voice carried through. ‘C’mon Shaeff, I know you’re in there. We’re late already, get your arse out of bed!’

Cursing, he swung his legs out and tried to stand, before an explosion of stars forced him back down. Groaning, he rose once more and gingerly made his way to the door, before opening. Still sluggish, it took him a moment to recognise the bearded man in front of him.
‘Oh by the Light Liste, what on earth are you wearing.’
‘More than you, at any rate,’ Liste retorted, glancing at him up and down before stepping into the room.

Puffing his chest out, he span slowly in the centre, swishing his cloak about him. ‘This my friend, is the latest fashion in and around Camelot for those ‘in the know,’ he said haughtily. ‘And I can assure you, it’s definitely more pleasing to the eye than walking in on a Saracen wearing only a set of cloth leggings!’

‘But….its pink,’ Shaeffer muttered dryly, shaking his head in amusement.
‘Aye, but therein lies its charm. You see, the women…they love this. Apparently they like a man to show his more sensitive side.’ Liste nodded seriously, and Shaeffer found it impossible not to laugh. ‘But….its pink!’ was all he could manage to say.

With his carefully cropped beard and outrageous fashion sense, Liste cut a comical figure. Idly Shaeffer wondered how much it had cost him to have his leather jerkin and leggings dyed so. Listes quest to impress the ladies had always brought amusement to his companions, though it always disturbed them
a little just how successful he was. Rare indeed was it to see no giggling girl on his arm like a limped in one of the various drinking holes around the city. Shaeffer had learned long ago however, that despite his foppish appearance, Liste was a man to rely on when you needed a blade beside you.

‘Anyway, enough of your jealousy,’ he carried on. ‘As I said before, the others are already mounted up in the stables outside of Camelot. I suggest you get yourself dressed and packed. We’ve several days ride ahead of us and the sooner we start, the sooner we can finish.’
Nodding, Shaeffer started to don his own black jerkin and various other pieces, whilst Liste surveyed the room critically. Noticing the plain long dirks on the dresser, he moved over to them before turning them over in his hands with a snort.
‘How boring, though I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. This I’m sure you’ll agree, is far more impressive.’

Moving over to the balcony, he swiftly pulled across the curtains, dulling the light in the room. The shadows melted away however, as Liste drew his own swords. Light danced from the blades, and a blue hue flicked over both Liste and the room. Glancing across at Shaeffer with a smug look, Liste waved them around the room for a moment before sheathing them. The shadows crept gingerly back into the room, before fleeing once more as Liste drew
open the curtains.
‘A pretty toy,’ commented Shaeffer. ‘Though as well as attracting your pretty serving girls, you’ll also attract every Midgardian, beast, demon and whatever else in the area. I think I’ll stick with mine, if you don’t mind.’

‘You’re hopeless,’ Liste muttered, before tossing the blades across to Shaeffer. ‘I don’t know what Treeloe sees in you, I’m sure.’
Lacing up his boots, Shaeffer glanced up and smiled. ‘Easy. She sees me. Not a coloured suit, or a fancy weapon, or quick words. Just me.’
With a final tug, Shaeffer rose and hoisted up his pack onto his shoulder, before clapping Liste on the back. ‘Right. I’m all set. Lets go.’
 
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Addlcove

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Originally posted by old.Tyraette
liste is gonna fucking kill me :D
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I´ll prevent it! I LOVED IT!


however if you even THINK of adding a certain barmaid to listes conquests I am gonna fucking kill you!

he´s cutem, but not _THAT_ cute :p
 
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