Wednesday, August 25, 2004

   hears your chance
i am going to allow those who take my story seriously to draw fan art from my story. please private message me about your idea for a picture to let me know, and i will allow you to draw it. ones that really catch my attention may find a place in my movie ^_^

Weaver
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Sunday, August 22, 2004

THE ADVENTURES OF WEAVER Chapter five: evil in a mask of elven flesh
Weaver knew there was no way out of this, but despite knowing this, he continued to try and get free. however, the knive was hovering above his stomoch, and the other two witches held him down. there was no escape for Weaver.

Weaver watched the knife, as it mocked him. it stayed in the air for a moment, the witch holding the knife tightend her grip around the handle, and then...

"Stop right there!"

Weaver and the witches looked up towards the skylight, and saw a man draped in a dark torn black hooded robe, his mouth and face covered by a piece of fabric. The witch with the knife whent so plunge it into Weaver's stomoch, but the black robed man threw at her, a knife of his own. it embeded itself into her hand, and she threw her knife into the air, and fell bacwards. the knife landed next to Weaver's head. this was his chance.

the dark robed man was fighting the three witchs, but not too well, for he was one man against three powerful forces. Weaver struggled to get his arm free, and succeded. he grabed the knife and hacked away at his bonds. after cutting himself free, he drew his sword, and threw the knife at the white haited witch, hitting her in the shoulder.

"leave that man alone!"

Weaver shouted

"your battle is with me now!"

Weaver stood ready. the white haired witch pulled the knife from her sholder, and charged at Weaver, full of fury. however, the black robed man appeared infront of Weaver, grabed his shoulder, and muttered a spell under his breath.

"Disappear"

suddenlly there was a white flash, and they both dissapeared.




when the white flash dissapeared, Weaver wasnt in the alter room anymore. he wasnt even indoors. his slowly eyes ajusted to the enviroment around him. he was on top of the tower he was trying to climb.

"Jaylew!"

he turned around to look for him, but was greeted by the cloaked man who saved him just moments ago.

"your looking for your brother, correct?"

Weaver was confused as to how he knew. he was confused further by the fact this man was a dark elf

"why did you help me? and how did you know i was after my brother?"

"...are you prepared to meet him?"

Weaver drew his sword

"where is he?"

there was a moment of silence

"...WHERE IS HE!?"

"...revial"

the man placed his hands together, and there was another white flash, but Weaver didn't feel like he was moving anywhere. the white flash faded once more, and Weaver slowly opened his eyes. Weaver stood in shock, for standing where the man in robes was, stood Jaylew Darkblade

"so...do you plan on using that sword?"

Weaver's grip around the sword tightened. he's emotions built up inside him. his anger for Jaylew was built on the death of many of his fellow villagers, the ruined trees, the near death experiance of his love. all these emotions that had gathered within the moment he woke up in the battle field, to this moment now, had been hatered for his brother without him realizing. Weaver held his sword above his head and without second thought, attempted to bring the blade down upon his brother. however, Jaylew, from nowhere, brought his sword up to protect his head. as the blades were grinding against eachother, Weaver stared his brother in the face. soon, Weaver realised that Jaylew was holding no hatered for him. instead of brining his sword around to make another attack, Weaver continued to stare his brother in the eyes, and asked.

"why did you attack the forest?"

Jaylew looked back into Weaver's eyes. then without Weaver noticing, he took Weaver's sword arm, and twisted his arm around. the twist caused so much pain to Weaver, he had no choice but to rool onto the floor, and drop his sword. as he rolled to his feet, he pulled out his bow, and quicker than he had ever done before, slid an arrow into his bow, and shot at his brother. Jaylew, however, knocked the arrow out of the way with his hand.Jaylew opened his mouth to speak again

"it wasn't me..."

"what?"

"lower your bow..."

Weaver was reluctent to lower his bow. he know that if he was the one who attacked the village, he would be left defencelss

"lower your bow, Weaver..."

this was the first time Weaver heard Jaylew speak his name. Weaver felt more enclined to lower his bow now. if Jaylew knew his name, then Jaylew must have wanted something from Weaver. then again, he may have just wanted to know his enemy. but Weaver was now prepared to take the risk. slowly, he lowered his bow to the floor.

"Thank you....i know the reason your hear. your hear to get your past back."

"no."

"your not? then why are you hear?"

"...what happened to you, Brother?"

there was scilence for a moment. then, Jaylew spoke

"you were the lucky one Weaver."

"what are you saying?"

"...i have enhereted nearly everything from our father, that has outcasted me from the forest, to live a dark elf life...right down to the demon that posesed him."

"a demon?"

"the deamon, called Bloodnaught. because of this demon, i can rarely sleep at night. whenever my mind is left blank, this son of the devil himself takes over my body..."

"so, it was you, but it wasn't you in control"

"exactlly...Weaver, please forgive me..."

there was scilence once more

"...many innocent villagers were killed, our trees have been torn down, and my love has faced a near death experience at your hand...yet none of this was your fault, and you ask for forgiveness?"

"wh-what are you saying?"

"i'm going to help you, Brother. i'm going to find a cure to punish that demond inside you"

"Weaver...why?"

"your my brother. thats why"

"Weaver...Thank you...i would come with you, but...UURRGG!!!"

Jaylew lurched over, as if he was sick. Weaver was shocked at this sudden movement. he moved closer to his brother, to try and help him

"Jaylew?! Jaylew!! what is it?!"

suddenly, Jaylew droped his sword, and slamed his palm, onto Weaver's neck, tightening his fingers around his neck

"Weaver...i'm...sorry...attack...me..."

"J-Jaylew! what...are you doing!?"

Weaver looked into his brother's eyes, and saw them glowing red. out of fear, Weaver kicled at the face of his brother, but it had no effect. Jaylew threw Weaver against the wall. Weaver was gasping for air, and Jaylew armed his sword. Weaver quickly dived for his, and swung it. however, Jaylew cut straight through Weaver's sword. stuned at the strength that he was fighting against, Weaver had no time to react, as Jaylew wraped his fingers around Weaver's face, and held him up.

"B-Bloodnaught..."

Weaver then pushed his feet against the ossesed Jaylew, and broke free from his grip. however, Weaver fell over the side of the tower, and was heading towards the ground at an increcing speed. there was just one chance for Weaver to get it right. Quickly, Weaver took the grappling hook from his bag, and threw it towards one of the tower gargoyles. the rest, was up to pure luck.

and luck, played its part.the hook latched onto the gargoyle, and at the speed Weaver was falling, it gave him enough speed and dictace to jump the town wall, and into the moat. Weaver cut the rope with all that was left from his broken sword, and went straight over the wall, into the moat. the current of the moat took him away to a lake, where Weaver swam to the shore.

he was safe, and he had purpose now.

"My memory may be gone...but i will not live in the past, for the future, is where i intend to continue my life. i must get back to the village, and mae immediate preperations to start my Adventure!"





This story is copyright © 2004 Weaver. All rights reserved
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Wednesday, August 18, 2004

   My Apologies
i know i told you i'd be back, but recent events have sprung up, which have stoped me from leaving any posts. a fortnight ago, i was attacked, and so i have had words with the police, and i am going to take the attackers to court.

when this is blown over, i'll return

Weaver
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Friday, August 6, 2004

   Hey Kiddies ^_^
i'm finally back ^_^. story times, art, quizzes, the whole lot are back ^_^. sorry i've been gone for so long guys, but i had some bussiness that needed taking care of. anyway, i'm back now, and starting work on my movie (^_^ yay ^_^)


well, i'll see you guys in a bittle ^_^

sayonara ^_^

the smeghead Weaver
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Wednesday, July 14, 2004

   Just back for a bittle...

Whats does your personality rate from 1-10? by morning_prayer
Your first full name
Your personality rates a	ten
your best quality is	you have all your teeth =D
your worst quality is	NOTHING
this is because	of who you are inside
Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!

although, with the amount of time i've been away, you guys probably won't belive that. oh well, not to worry ^_^

i do have to go for anothjer week or two, but i'll be on and of the otaku druing that time, so, Chapter 5 of THE ADVENTURES OF WEAVER will be posted during that time.

well, thats all i can say for now.

Take care, everyone, but a special take care for Rebecca, (chainedangel) Who has been going through a bit of a tough spot recentlly, and i'm sure would appreciate your sympathy.

Peace and love guys ^_^

Hippy Samurai Elf Person Thing Doo-Dah Weaver ^_^
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Wednesday, June 30, 2004

See you, otaku 's
i'm gonna be gone for a moth or so. every now and then, i'll be able to come back and visit the site, but it does mean my story will have to wait. (sorry you guys, i kniw the cliffhanger is juts irritating, but if i get the cahnce, i'll post my story as soon as possable.) i now leave you with my most recent picture, "love bebop". it's one of my best so far, so enjoy ^_^

Well, take care you guys.

long live life

Weaver
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Sunday, June 27, 2004

   A Cool Chat Site. Chack it out.
Its a new chat site, so know one knoes where it is. the more otakus we get there, the less we would have to constantly check our posts. and it will help us get to know each other too ^_^

hear is the site

http://www.freewebs.com/silver-fusion/

its a newly profesional site, and is hot off the press, so its worth checking out ^_^

see you soon dudes and dudets

Weaver

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Friday, June 25, 2004

   Special new ^_^
Today, is a very secial day for some one. every one, please visit...




















































CTRNikkiM!!!!!! FOR TODAY, IS HER BIRTHDAY!!!!!! BE SURE TO SIGN HER GUEST BOOK, IF YOU'VE NOT SIGNED IT YET!!!!(if you haven't, theres something wrong with you. LOL)




MANY HAPPY RETURNS NIKKI!!!!!!!!

*opens up a beer, and drinks it for Nikki*

oh, and by the way, nikki, i sent you the picture of me and my Yukata. check it out ^_^





















other news today, my movie may be canceld until another year, i'm drawing a really good picture, so keep your eyes open for it, and i now, have 400 HITS!!!!!!!!!








DOUBLE PARTY!!!!!!!!!!



NIKKI AND WEAVER RAVE!!!!!!!!

WELL, GOTTA RUN GUYS. BE SURE TO CHECK OUT MY FRIENDS LIST, AND VISIT CTRNikkiM.

Peace and love, dudes

Weaver
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Wednesday, June 23, 2004

THIS IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...(whats the word again?...oh yeah) TRUE!!!!!!!!!

How to make a Tony Weaver

Ingredients: 3 parts friendliness 3 parts silliness 5 parts instinct

Method: Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Top it off with a sprinkle of lustfulness and enjoy!

Username:

Personality cocktail
From Go-Quiz.com

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Sunday, June 20, 2004

THE ADVENTURES OF WEAVER: Chapter four. To reach out...
Weaver was there. after many hours of travle, he arived just a distance away from the city gates. he then stopped and thought to him self.

"how am i going to break in to the city?"

he stopped walking, and looked at the city from where he was standing. he theen realized that his eyes were focusing to try and find a spot. he had magical elven eyes, and this is was just what Weaver needed to help him break into the castle. he noticesd a gargoyel that would help him get over the wall, and then he saw gargoyels littering the tower around around all the balcony's. from where he was standing, he could see four balconies that wern't being patroled by the guard's. he looked up to the top of the tower, and saw a figure on the top, standing and looking down at what seemed to be none other than Weaver himself. yet the caped man did not move.

"Jaylew Darkblade..."

Weaver stood for a moment...


and then made his move towards the city gates.

he was mere moments away when he noticed the city gates were guarded by two elven men. Weaver could see that next to one of them was a bell, and Weaver's guess was that was for alerting more guards. wanting to cause as little of his presens as possable, he hid quickly and swiftly behind a tree.

"What was that!?" one of the guards asked the other.

"probably just some scavinging fox" he replied.

quitely, Weaver drew his bow. he took 2 arrows, and slid them into the string of his bow. he waited for a moment, took a deep breth, and turned around to take his shots. they landed exactly where he wanted them to go. one hit a guard in between the eyes, killing him stone dead. the other, through the arrow went through the second guards throat, causing him to choke, and slowly and sillently die.

Weaver hid quickly behind the tree, and made sure he was out of sight from anyone on the wall that could see him.

he waited for a moment for safety. then...


he ran, to the gargoyle that was going to help him get up. he took out from his bag, the grappling hook, and threw the hook over towards the gargoyle. he pulled on the rope to make sure it was safe, and then he rested his feet against the wall, and began to scale the wall.

when he reached the top, he took the grapleing hook from the gargoyle, and sneaked towards the back of the tower. he then threw the hook up to the gargoyles that littered the balcony on the lowest level. he climed the walls again, and pulled himself on top of the gargoyel he was climbing from. he packed his grapling hook away, and placed his back against the wall. he then walked along the gargoyles, to the balcony. he then jumped onto the bacony. there were no guards around, so he looked around. the balcony was connected to a room, and so he walked in. he saw the place had a number of skulls, on a shelf. Weaver decided not to distub them, as they seemed to give of some kind of warning, to let them be at rest. opposite the shelf, he saw a suite of the dark elf armour.

despite how much he lothed the suite, he put himslef in their armour, in order to sneak through the tower. as he walked through the tower, he was begining to se that this was no castle. this was a tower of war. all that decorated the hallways were skulls and weapons.

he had reached the third floor, when suddenly, three elven women, dressed in small rags, and ceremonial jewlery, appered from out of nowhere.

"where do you plan to go?" asked one of the elven women. she had short blonde hair. she approched Weaver. Weaver kept a straight face.

"i am on my way to see commander Jaylew Darkblade" he said confidently

"for what purposes do you seek to have word with our great commander?" said the second woman. she had long black hair that reached to the bottom of her back. she too, aproched Weaver.

"i have information on the forest." he replied

"yes...indeed you have information...very vital..." said the third woman. her hair was silver, and so long, it draged along the floor. then the blonde haired woman, and the black haired Woman, took hold of Weaver's arms, and held him against the wall. the silver haired woman pionted her finger at Weaver.

"bynd..."

strands of silk spun from her fingers, and wraped themself aroun Weaver's body. he couldn't move for the amount of silk that bound him, was too much. Weaver looked up at the silver haired woman then removed the helmet Weaver was wearing to hide his face.

"Wellcome, son of Malus Darkblade, brother of Jaylew Darkblade. Wellcome. you will be a perfect sacrifice to our god...Melkiah"

Weaver was draged into a room, that was very near by. there, he saw an alter, that was completly covered in blood.

"remove..." said the blonde haired woman. instantly, the armour that Weaver was wearing, had dissapeared.

"float..." said the black haired woman. Weaver was lifted up by an invisable force, and was placed on the alter.

"who are you!?" Weaver shouted

"We are those three who harbour and ship souls that medal with the dark elvs. we are the three daughters of Melkiah. We are the Witches of Melkiah's blood flow."

Weaver looked up and saw a skylight. if he could wrigle his hand free, he could use his hook and rope to pull him self out. all he needed was a free hand. he began to wrigle loose.

the silver haired witch took up a crystal knife from the base of the alter.

"Melkiah!! Father of insanaty and destruction! we offer to you the heart of one elven man. pure and ripe!! may his soul feed you well!"

Weaver could not get his hand free, and now the knife was hovering over him. Weaver tried to roll of the alter, but the other two witches were holding on to him. Weaver had nowhere to run...



This story is copyright © 2004 Weaver. All rights reserved





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