Post by Zorel on Nov 21, 2006 22:22:54 GMT -5
This story is teh beginning of Zorel's School, and everything that happenes after, it includes everyone's name, Makar, Ktsed, Sorik, etc.
So here's chapter one, don't pass out, i know it's beastly.
Chapter One
ZOREL paced the room, back and forth, his eyes down on the scroll. His mind raced with ideas, countless ideas of what his plan should be and what he should do. He was to create a school? What kind of strange request was this? The Council of Elders must be crazy. And the school had to be based upon the arts of magic and weaponry! He must have the school built in thirty nights. How could Zorel accomplish this? Zorel stared at the scroll a little longer.
“What can I do? I have thirty nights to hire teachers, find a place for the school, and build the school. How can I do this in thirty nights?”
Zorel’s thoughts zipped to a new destination. Zorel had accomplished many “impossible” things in his life. He thought of the battle against the legendary rogue Lerinžar. Lerinžar had axed Zorel down until blood flowed down his face. Zorel’s eyes were covered in the red liquid. Zorel did not give up, however, his skills were used to eventually defeat Lerinžar, and Zorel came victorious.
Zorel peered outside his window. The wind howled darkly, and the eerie moon illuminated the shadowy woods. The trees moved back and forth, the branches moving as if slicing at the air. The small, cold creatures of the forest huddled together near a large tree for warmth. It was a cold night, Zorel had a large fire lit to keep him warm.
The dark clouds above, a seemingly endless mass of pure darkness, were gathering their strength. The yellow light flashed and made the loud sound of thunder. The creatures of the forest cowered in fear and covered their eyes and ears to protect themselves from the frightening lightning. Small droplets of rain began dropping from the sky. The forest shivered from the icy rain. The creatures of the forest scooted further within the trees so the rain droplets wouldn’t hit them. The rain splattered on Zorel’s window hard, making a loud smacking noise.
Zorel turned away from the window, curiosity of the scene outside completely lost. He continued moving around the room; examining the trinkets and antiques he had collected throughout his life. Weapons and armor of his slain enemies lie framed in the deep corner of the room, surrounded by dust and an occasional mouse or two. A small hole in the corner lies in silence.
A small, gray nose popped out of the hole, whiskers tingling. Zorel had just pulled out a small slice of cheese to munch on. His stomach rumbled in anger of not being fed. Zorel turned his head to look at the small nose. The nose slowly became a tiny, gray body, and the gray body eventually became a small mouse, nose twitching at the smell of food. The mouse scurried along the floor; pass the treasured items of Zorel’s fallen opponents. The mouse looked up at Zorel, waiting for a moment to go for the cheese. Zorel laughed, then announced merrily: “Qűačlay, marinaí”
The mouse was lifted in the air by the tail, and Zorel gestured the mouse over. Magically, the mouse floated toward Zorel, squeaking from fright. Zorel tossed it aside, out the door into the outside.
“Good-bye small mouse, have fun in your new world.”
The mouse scurried off toward the woods, trying to dodge the falling rain. Another bolt of lightning fell from the sky, with a loud boom that made Zorel jump. Zorel went back to thinking of his plan on building a school. Then, the idea hit him hard on the head. The large woods behind him is simply a home to a rabbit or two, so Zorel got the idea of destroying the large forest behind him, and building a school in its place. The idea seemed practical, and the poor animals could have a home in the new school. He could easily hire some teachers if he went to his home town of Ălerd, and his home would be very close to the school. Zorel walked outside, and quickly cast a spell.
“Örnaminar”
A large shield formed around Zorel’s body. The rain stopped hitting him, and began hitting the shield. Zorel was completely dry.
“What a handy spell that is” Zorel said to himself.
Zorel walked toward the forest, and he spotted the tiny mouse he had removed form his house under a small tree snacking on a discarded crumb. Zorel thought of how he would remove the forest. He could burn down the forest with one simple fie spell, or possibly just remove it to a different dimension with the complicated dimension spell. Or he could just disintegrate it all. Zorel knew disintegrating it would also destroy the animals, and the dimension spell would place them in an infinite dimension of nothing, but he didn’t want to burn it down. He came up with the idea of transporting it to a different place.
The transport spell was not easy with such a large mass as a forest. The spell was normally cast on something small like a thumbtack or a small bug, but a forest was much more difficult. He stood back, and began the thought process of the spell. To cast it, he must first think of the object. In this case, he had to place a picture of the entire forest in his head, and keep it there. Sort of like post it so it does not move. Zorel got this in his head, then moved to the second part. He had to think of a spot to place the object. He imagined a wide open field somewhere a thousand miles away. The picture had to be exactly the same size of the forest, which was a quite large field. The field had been the site of a battle with a large ogre named Guragur, whom Zorel had easily defeated. The area was large and would be easy to hold a forest. Zorel readied himself, then cried out the words,
“ŁiaŜinir”
The forest flashed with a large light. Zorel dove down and covered his eyes from the blinding light. The forest seemed to lift up and disappear. Zorel knew somewhere far away at that plains now lie a forest with a small mouse still nibbling on a small crumb.
GLOSSARY of the Magic Language
ŁiaŜinir-"tranportation"
Örnaminar-"shield of water"
Qűačlay, marinaí-"to lift and move"
So here's chapter one, don't pass out, i know it's beastly.
Chapter One
ZOREL paced the room, back and forth, his eyes down on the scroll. His mind raced with ideas, countless ideas of what his plan should be and what he should do. He was to create a school? What kind of strange request was this? The Council of Elders must be crazy. And the school had to be based upon the arts of magic and weaponry! He must have the school built in thirty nights. How could Zorel accomplish this? Zorel stared at the scroll a little longer.
“What can I do? I have thirty nights to hire teachers, find a place for the school, and build the school. How can I do this in thirty nights?”
Zorel’s thoughts zipped to a new destination. Zorel had accomplished many “impossible” things in his life. He thought of the battle against the legendary rogue Lerinžar. Lerinžar had axed Zorel down until blood flowed down his face. Zorel’s eyes were covered in the red liquid. Zorel did not give up, however, his skills were used to eventually defeat Lerinžar, and Zorel came victorious.
Zorel peered outside his window. The wind howled darkly, and the eerie moon illuminated the shadowy woods. The trees moved back and forth, the branches moving as if slicing at the air. The small, cold creatures of the forest huddled together near a large tree for warmth. It was a cold night, Zorel had a large fire lit to keep him warm.
The dark clouds above, a seemingly endless mass of pure darkness, were gathering their strength. The yellow light flashed and made the loud sound of thunder. The creatures of the forest cowered in fear and covered their eyes and ears to protect themselves from the frightening lightning. Small droplets of rain began dropping from the sky. The forest shivered from the icy rain. The creatures of the forest scooted further within the trees so the rain droplets wouldn’t hit them. The rain splattered on Zorel’s window hard, making a loud smacking noise.
Zorel turned away from the window, curiosity of the scene outside completely lost. He continued moving around the room; examining the trinkets and antiques he had collected throughout his life. Weapons and armor of his slain enemies lie framed in the deep corner of the room, surrounded by dust and an occasional mouse or two. A small hole in the corner lies in silence.
A small, gray nose popped out of the hole, whiskers tingling. Zorel had just pulled out a small slice of cheese to munch on. His stomach rumbled in anger of not being fed. Zorel turned his head to look at the small nose. The nose slowly became a tiny, gray body, and the gray body eventually became a small mouse, nose twitching at the smell of food. The mouse scurried along the floor; pass the treasured items of Zorel’s fallen opponents. The mouse looked up at Zorel, waiting for a moment to go for the cheese. Zorel laughed, then announced merrily: “Qűačlay, marinaí”
The mouse was lifted in the air by the tail, and Zorel gestured the mouse over. Magically, the mouse floated toward Zorel, squeaking from fright. Zorel tossed it aside, out the door into the outside.
“Good-bye small mouse, have fun in your new world.”
The mouse scurried off toward the woods, trying to dodge the falling rain. Another bolt of lightning fell from the sky, with a loud boom that made Zorel jump. Zorel went back to thinking of his plan on building a school. Then, the idea hit him hard on the head. The large woods behind him is simply a home to a rabbit or two, so Zorel got the idea of destroying the large forest behind him, and building a school in its place. The idea seemed practical, and the poor animals could have a home in the new school. He could easily hire some teachers if he went to his home town of Ălerd, and his home would be very close to the school. Zorel walked outside, and quickly cast a spell.
“Örnaminar”
A large shield formed around Zorel’s body. The rain stopped hitting him, and began hitting the shield. Zorel was completely dry.
“What a handy spell that is” Zorel said to himself.
Zorel walked toward the forest, and he spotted the tiny mouse he had removed form his house under a small tree snacking on a discarded crumb. Zorel thought of how he would remove the forest. He could burn down the forest with one simple fie spell, or possibly just remove it to a different dimension with the complicated dimension spell. Or he could just disintegrate it all. Zorel knew disintegrating it would also destroy the animals, and the dimension spell would place them in an infinite dimension of nothing, but he didn’t want to burn it down. He came up with the idea of transporting it to a different place.
The transport spell was not easy with such a large mass as a forest. The spell was normally cast on something small like a thumbtack or a small bug, but a forest was much more difficult. He stood back, and began the thought process of the spell. To cast it, he must first think of the object. In this case, he had to place a picture of the entire forest in his head, and keep it there. Sort of like post it so it does not move. Zorel got this in his head, then moved to the second part. He had to think of a spot to place the object. He imagined a wide open field somewhere a thousand miles away. The picture had to be exactly the same size of the forest, which was a quite large field. The field had been the site of a battle with a large ogre named Guragur, whom Zorel had easily defeated. The area was large and would be easy to hold a forest. Zorel readied himself, then cried out the words,
“ŁiaŜinir”
The forest flashed with a large light. Zorel dove down and covered his eyes from the blinding light. The forest seemed to lift up and disappear. Zorel knew somewhere far away at that plains now lie a forest with a small mouse still nibbling on a small crumb.
GLOSSARY of the Magic Language
ŁiaŜinir-"tranportation"
Örnaminar-"shield of water"
Qűačlay, marinaí-"to lift and move"