Pact with the Wyrm
Lähetetty: Ke 03.04.2013 23:07
Terve kaikille,
Tänne tulee aika harvakseltaan tekstiä ja ajattelin alkaa täyttää tätäkin kolkkaa, tosin epäilen että aika harvakseltaan.
Jonkin aikaa olen jo mietiskellyt että pitäisi alkaa pikku hiljaa pistää muisteloita "paperille" ja tässäpä alun tuloksia. FaBa aiheella mennään ja paikkana tietty wanhamaailma. En oikeastaan ole koskaan kirjoitellut mitään eli aikalailla noobina mennään, mutta ei kai tämän tarinankerronan jalo taitokaan pahasta olisi oppia.
Oikolukuja taikka muitakaan hienouksia tekstiin ei ole tehty, myös varsinaiset sanat on suoraan hatusta ja ehkä tarkistettava josain vaiheessa. Kunhan nyt ensin saa tekstiä aikaiseksi.
It was time of the late winter nearly turning into an early spring when they set sail from Erengrad to one of the many fjords of the Norska. After the recent arrival in to the Northern harbour city her friend Mirima had contacted the great beast and asked he to travel into the fourth fjord from the great burrow of wildmen; Ormskarod.
Chill wind of the northern bleak lands was drying her moist full lips and whipping her golden blond hair when she stood in the brow of the Olthar`s ship Sinyriel. She was garbed hersefl against the unpredictable weathers. The protective enchantments of the full lenght cloves and stockings of her jet black Witch Garmet and the warmth of her black finely made sleeveless fur trimmed coat made it almost comfortable to stay in such harsh gale. Another comfort for her finding was the close and amiable memory of just few nights old. A sudden and intimate encounter with Prince Riyen. She hadn`t seen him in almost two months after a hasty depart to Athel Loren. She didn`t know what to say when he suddenly stood there. After recovering a pleasant shock she rushed to embrace him with tears filling her big dark brown eyes and was answered with similar intensity.
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Tänne tulee aika harvakseltaan tekstiä ja ajattelin alkaa täyttää tätäkin kolkkaa, tosin epäilen että aika harvakseltaan.
Jonkin aikaa olen jo mietiskellyt että pitäisi alkaa pikku hiljaa pistää muisteloita "paperille" ja tässäpä alun tuloksia. FaBa aiheella mennään ja paikkana tietty wanhamaailma. En oikeastaan ole koskaan kirjoitellut mitään eli aikalailla noobina mennään, mutta ei kai tämän tarinankerronan jalo taitokaan pahasta olisi oppia.
Oikolukuja taikka muitakaan hienouksia tekstiin ei ole tehty, myös varsinaiset sanat on suoraan hatusta ja ehkä tarkistettava josain vaiheessa. Kunhan nyt ensin saa tekstiä aikaiseksi.
It was time of the late winter nearly turning into an early spring when they set sail from Erengrad to one of the many fjords of the Norska. After the recent arrival in to the Northern harbour city her friend Mirima had contacted the great beast and asked he to travel into the fourth fjord from the great burrow of wildmen; Ormskarod.
Chill wind of the northern bleak lands was drying her moist full lips and whipping her golden blond hair when she stood in the brow of the Olthar`s ship Sinyriel. She was garbed hersefl against the unpredictable weathers. The protective enchantments of the full lenght cloves and stockings of her jet black Witch Garmet and the warmth of her black finely made sleeveless fur trimmed coat made it almost comfortable to stay in such harsh gale. Another comfort for her finding was the close and amiable memory of just few nights old. A sudden and intimate encounter with Prince Riyen. She hadn`t seen him in almost two months after a hasty depart to Athel Loren. She didn`t know what to say when he suddenly stood there. After recovering a pleasant shock she rushed to embrace him with tears filling her big dark brown eyes and was answered with similar intensity.
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