Wednesday, February 8, 2006

requests
i need something to draw, i havent been drawing lately, and i really want to, but i dont really feel like drawing anything, so please give me some requests!
well life for me, theres some good and some bad, bad would include spanish, i hate it! good is just, i have fun, in most of the classes. well i havent been drawing latetly dont know whats up with that! But for spring break i think im going back down to Del Rio to visit its gonna be so cool, at least, i think im going. lol!

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“Then thank you Miss Atria. I am…uh…” He thought for a moment, I cannot tell her my true name, I must think of one, or tell her I don’t recall.
“I’m sorry but I don’t recall my name. Do you know any that I could use?”
She quickly replied, “Arkan! I’m sorry, I was just wondering what your name was as you slept, and that name seemed to fit you.” She smiled as she fluttered her eyes.
“Then my name shall be Arkan!” he declared. “This is the town of Bracken is it not?”
“Why, yes it is.”
“Then do you know of and inn or somewhere I can stay?”
“You are welcome to stay here if you wish, “she said with a smile that just screamed for him to stay.
“Then I will stay here with you for a time, Miss Atria.”
The two soon knew each other very well and even had plans for marriage. Ellitherisom, or, Arkan, had finally found true love. But he often looked back at Frostburn that was placed over the fireplace as a piece of art, and remembered the power he had with it. But what he had now was more than he could ever get from the sword.
After the two were happily married, they had two children. (Two males) One, (the older by three years) was named Tallin, the younger, named Arkan (after his father). The family lived as any other would; with the sibling fights, and the family dinners. Arkan loved his boys, and taught them, how to hunt, and fight with a sword. (More for fun at their age but he knew there would be a time, and this would help somewhat) Their mother showed them love and affection all through their lives along with their father. This life was perfect for Ellitherisom, it was the void in his heart that needed to be filled.

After the great day of destruction in the great city of Lothiel had passed, the elves had split, some ran west into the Kazzan Forest, where they learned to talk with the trees and animals.
Their homes, were the inside of the large trees the abundantly filled the forest. But still these trees were not big enough for a normal elf, so this minimized their size to not much taller than a Halfling. But their size should not give away their ways; they are a good race, and better fighters. The forest is their weapon. With their numbers growing they formed a great city; they named it Thile.
Other elves fled to the north into the Aston Mountains, going deep into the depths of the crust of the planet. Their eyesight became attuned to the dark, so that they could see in complete darkness. They gained the ability to see in infrared. There skin turned black, and hair white or gray. They started dark magics, and made allies with demons and monsters of all sorts, that lurked beneath the surface. This race became evil, and feared from the entire surface. They went on killing sprees at night just because they felt the need to kill. The city that was made here is named, Tarthan.
And the elves that wished not to go to the depths of the earth, and the heart of the forest, either rebuilt what they could of Lothiel, or built a small elf village just north east of Lothiel, in the northwestern part of the Kazzan Forest. That was named Liel.
This is how the world became the way it is in this time, all because of a power seeking elf placing his hands on things that weren’t his. And the owners are the most powerful beings on the plane, and he knew it.
Responsibility is not easily handled, even though some do not wish to admit it.

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Language of the Gods
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Eskanel hrontorn estero – passage through fire
Tawn hrontorn duzzarr – swift through wind
Hestragen ravo hantala – strength over earth
Kittal ni Rajal – walk on water

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