As soon as I get my hands on the new Cubase I'll give it a shot And if it dosent fit the movie, maybe you could use it to some other purpose or something
** he who does not fight and runs away, can run away another day **
hmm, okiaye. I can play that one on piano and I'm a musician soo... but did you mean that one should "re-arrange" Terras theme, or that one should make another song which fits to the movie
oh, hm.. what a bummer! I took the town of Azhorhria for granted.. but luckily its no tthat hard to fix.. I'll get on it soon!
As for the mage - he's a little in between (or at least that was my original plan). He would be nothing but a myth, but a myth well known in Aeruillin. I was thinking that maybe the cholians told stories of a dark figure drawing the fish from the water, while the Hjoria had tales about ghost causing sandstorms when seen, etc.. what goes through your brain while reading this?
And slowly we come to realise Its all as it should be You can only do so much If you game enough You could place your trust in me All the love of life There's a trade on We could loose it all But we'll go down fighting...
hmm, I guess you forgot to paste it? thanks for doing it anyways
The woman in the sea is a tale told to youth to interrest them in fishing Maybe it wasen't that easy to see.. one more thing to ponder upon! Its hard to read you own work from anothers point of view..
And slowly we come to realise Its all as it should be You can only do so much If you game enough You could place your trust in me All the love of life There's a trade on We could loose it all But we'll go down fighting...
This is a story I've been working on lately. Its not yet finished, or maybe I should say its still in its early stages. The rythm has to be more refined, and there might be grammatical errors hiding amongst the words. I would appreciate comments concerning anything at all.. constructive or destructive, its up to you!
Any ways, here goes:
Ank Crumble - A man of little vision
The whole thing began in a cottage on a shore A woman cried and her husband swore With all gold spent on a boat that sunk They both went mad, and they both got drunk
Night turned to day, thus forgotten was the past So little they knew about their dream fulfilled at last As time struggled on, they followed with haste Their hopes grew bigger, and so did her waist
Then one night none but few got to sleep For something had woken the Goddess of the deep And so a child, as ugly as can be Was born in a fishy little cottage near the sea
As years passed on by, he grew up on that shore And old men oft taught him the fisherman's lore But this little child did not mind what he learned So the teachers grew weary and non less concerned
Before he could rebel they made up a plan To make this young rascal a cunning young man For no one had ever stood up to their tribe In this case they needed to grant him a bribe
They promised him fortune and a lady so fair That people she talked to would crumble in despair This Lady was trapped in the depths of the sea And fishing was meant as a way to set her free
But young as he was, around eighteen or so He didn't mind ladies that deep down below Instead he'd go strolling about upon land For tired he grew of the fish and the sand
And further away he would go every day The villagers saw this but could nothing say In the end he would only return for the fish For he would not last if he gave up that dish
His dad who so often awaited his son Discovered one day that his son was undone The young man had not come to eat for a week And everyone knew that this drained their physique
Thus life carried on in the village on shore But two of the town folk were happy no more The son had by chance gotten lost in the heat And caught himself walking on weary old feet
Away from the water, across a strange land He walked and he withered, unable to stand While waiting for nothing the desert grew cold He lied there and watched all the stars oh so old
How long he had been there he knew not himself But rescued he was by a traveling elf This strange looking fellow belonged in the sand And didn't mind lending a strong helping hand
He gave him some fruit that he'd searched for and found And took him some place not too widely renowned The town was Azhorhria, and there he found peace Until lack of the fish meat struck hard, like disease
His hearing grew duller, his strength went away His body was shaking and colors turned gray His stomach went ill but he wanted to eat He'd rather bear with it than admitting defeat
Then one day the elf left, and without knowing why They gave him a goat and then told him goodbye The truth was that they could not care for his health For Azhorhrian people were men of small wealth
So into the desert he walked once again But this time awaiting the rare desert rain The rain clouds would grant him chance to survive Until his old town folk could watch him arrive
So anxious he was, to see his old home But desserts are tricky, and way off he'd roam This young man's adventure was guided by fate And home coming parties were ever to wait
The goat gave him milk, and meat when it died But lonely it left him. "So lonely!" he cried Depression was clearing its way in his mind He realized life is a mess to unwind
Though lonely he made it out, all safe and sound And came to a place where no sand could be found Instead there was plains and large barrens ahead The land looked all stagnant and filled him with dread
The only thing present was darkness and fear The air was as thick as the night sky was clear Ahead lay a tower alone in the dark The entrance a withered, powerful arc
His only one chance would be in that dark place Salvation or doom lay in front of his face So towards it he went, away from the world The wind started blowing, and in he was hurled
The room was not big, with old books all around It seemed like a lifetime of work on the ground The walls, full of candles was blazing with light But all of the candles were yet to ignite
Amidst all the books, a figure stood tall An eminent wizard superior to all His posture majestic, like high kings of old His eyes held a secret too large to unfold
"Behold!" said the wizard and gazed at the boy "I am your savior, named Vincent Maloy! I drew from the sand dunes my likeness in youth In order to teach you a powerful truth"
"You are chosen to see what no other have seen For people of old found it wicked and obscene Those people were fools, and still are today I fought them so bravely but they sent me away"
"In here I've been living while centuries passed Back then they could win but now all are surpassed I've studied magic to destroy and oppose And taught my self spells that no other man knows"
"In Ximax, that horrible place in Xaramon they linger in fear of the dark and unknown But here, little child, you will learn my ideal I know, little friend, what your body conceal"
"To young ones like you the Jakécha brings life And should one neglect that you head toward strife But I, the grand master Vincent Maloy Have found us a way to turn pain into joy"
"Up here I keep knowledge to heal and obscure And down under ground many caves to explore So stay here, my child, don't walk out that door Just stay here, my friend, and you'll live ever more"
Of course he was scared, but still taken by awe Like hungry old beggars, both broken and brave Since ever so lonely, he stayed in the den From this day and on, he'd never fear again
The training would differ from simple to hard With focus on skills, not on earning regard To master a part of all elements lore Was the truth that the wizard had spoke of before
Thus year after year he matured inside but knowledge of and power replaced love and pride He practiced on wanderers far from their homes with spells that no wizard should keep in their tomes
When the moon rose above the oft walked in the night To gather what's needed to mass produce blight For the brewing and making of potions and gas Was also important in Vincent’s one class
But time ticked away, too fast they would say The apprentice grew old and he suffered decay "Away you must go!" master Vincent exclaimed "To subdue every man till the whole world is tamed"
Through land, over water and fiery skies He walked very far, in his havoc disguise Some people who saw him would sleep ever more While others were tricked into plotting for war
He focused on making observers forget To make them grow weary, insane or upset This way he could travel to towns all around Without being chased like the villains renowned
But life took its toll, and ambition grew small The drugs that he used made things hard to recall He settled in Horth at the age of fifty-eight His body was aged, and no longer stood straight
He started to drink as a cure against dreaming Of children in fights and their families screaming When sober he knew how to make it come true But weakened by time he had a changed point of view
At night he would stroll in the streets as he pondered Most people stayed out of his way while he wandered But he often got laughed at as he'd stagger and stumble And mostly by children - they called him "Old Crumble" "
And slowly we come to realise Its all as it should be You can only do so much If you game enough You could place your trust in me All the love of life There's a trade on We could loose it all But we'll go down fighting...
And slowly we come to realise Its all as it should be You can only do so much If you game enough You could place your trust in me All the love of life There's a trade on We could loose it all But we'll go down fighting...
Its nice, very nice. I could go about complaining on the rythm.. but I won't since I think its good too I'm too tired to grasp the plot but at least I can see that it beautifully written.. a poetic poem indeed.
And slowly we come to realise Its all as it should be You can only do so much If you game enough You could place your trust in me All the love of life There's a trade on We could loose it all But we'll go down fighting...
Written deep down in the valleys of my bed. The clock was since long past midnight and tired as I was all those thoughts came flowing and.. ya.. heres a story about a boy who just lost his grandpa.
There comes a certain time in life, when even Peace Pine leaves will fall.
We reach a certain point in life, when Ava's dream will cease to be at all.
Time was never meant to last. Time is time, not the future or the past.
We walk a certain path in life, which darkens on the way.
There is a certain quest in life, from which we cannot be led astray.
For time is not the future. Time is not the past. Time is time, and it was never meant to last.
I knew a certain man one time, whose last leaf soon would fall.
I knew a certain happy man, always answering to my call.
But like time he's not the future. Like time he's not the past. Like Grothar's wind he keeps on blowing And the memories will last.
I know this certain thing which is, and always will remain.
And thats the warmth and love he gave, to lessen others' pain
Time is not important. Time that does not last. Time was not important For time is not the past.
I knew a certain sick old man. To sick for Nehtor's cure.
He walked on stiffened limbs in life. A life hard to endure.
And slowly I shall realize, I have much more than I need. An old mans life has faded. but left a shiny seed.
Now all his leaves have fallen, and will be kept inside of me. He is here to stay forever, As a part of my own tree.
And slowly we come to realise Its all as it should be You can only do so much If you game enought You could place your trust in me All the love of life There's a trade on We could loose it all But we'll go down fighting...
oh boi.. luci, I'm taken by your song! You have a lovley voice indeed, and the melody is all smooth and nice..! *wish I could write songs like this* The only think I reacted on was the ending tone.. shouldnt it end on a D since its written in D? =d (dunno how familliar you are with "music-language", but still.. ^^) as it is now I think it ends with a E#m. ending on the basic tone gives what I would like to call a calm, satisfying ending ^^
.... but thats not important since there's no right or wrong in music! I really really like it, and to be honest I wish you were here so I could take you to a studio and make a proper recording and with instruments and everything
hope to hear more of you ;)
(or maybe i IS anding on a D.. maybe its the note before which is confusing me O___o) Edited by: Soil Fang at: 4/5/04 21:24
One day, a seed there was So small it seemd, oh would it ever start to grow? But the sun shone and helped the seed As did the earth, the water and a heavy plow
One day, a seed there was Still small and weak, its was a dreadful strife But the rain fell, and it sprung a root It had started to grow, oh so full of life
One day, the seed was gone A tree there stood, though short and thin It grew and grew, and turned into an Oak So beautiful and pure, all free from sin
One day, The Oak was old That day had come, when the Oak was cut It twisted and turned as the timberman worked But the Oak was killed, and turned into a hut
One day, a hut there were And in it lived a man who sat and wrote a book Its paper made of Oak, so beautiful and pure Then winter came along and the old mans life it took
One day, a book there were A book about grief to since long gone friends A book about an Oak that fell an autumn eve "Forgive me! Forgive me!" thats how the story ends Edited by: Soil Fang at: 4/7/04 17:18
And slowly we come to realise Its all as it should be You can only do so much If you game enough You could place your trust in me All the love of life There's a trade on We could loose it all But we'll go down fighting...
Hey there! I got some.. alot of.. stuff, that I would like to discuss with Artemis.. come out, come out where ever you are! They are all somewhat connected to developing parts of Aerullin so I figured she's the one to talk to?
And slowly we come to realise Its all as it should be You can only do so much If you game enough You could place your trust in me All the love of life There's a trade on We could loose it all But we'll go down fighting...
ah, okey, I'll make sure to read them carefully! Yeah, I know about the measurement part and so on, I'we been rp'ing here for awhile now so I'm starting to adept ^^
And as for the looks and behavior and such of the beings of this world I'm using what you people have written as reference, so it should be no problem . About that Drasil tree, one thing I found, which may as well be nothing but a misunderstanding from my side, is that the Drasil are created by sprouting a seed into a young Drasil, but since the egg needs to come before the chicken..? Though, as I said, I haven't done my homework, so I'll stay put and do it properly next time.. and this is probably too deep water for lil' me who are trying to learn how to swim..
oki! Off I go then, to find something to write about.. a little plant maybe for a starter? Thanks!
** he who does not fight and runs away, can run away another day **
hmm, I think I'll give this another try Sorry about that Drasil thing, I didn't do any proper research on them, the though of editing them just popped up in my head..
Anyways, I paid a visit to Lochnivars thread, and, well.. what should I say? I got some role playing experince since I'we been playing DnD - Chronopia and a pretty huge swedish rpg called Eon.
I'll be happy to do what is needed though I dont know by which standards you judge the entries fitting or not (is there somewhere one can check this out, or do you just learn the guidelines by asking?)
** he who does not fight and runs away, can run away another day **