Tuesday, June 15, 2004

THE ADVENTURES OF WEAVER: Chapter Three. The Damnation Game
Weaver stood silent. he could not belive his brother was Commander Jaylew Darkblade. the same comander who led the attack on his village, was his brother.

"How...is that possabe?" Weaver asked, trying to keep his anger behind clenched teeth.

"you and your Brother have the same father. his name was Malus Darkblade."

"so, now my brother is following in our fathers footsteps, right?"

Weavers Grandfather looked at him. he then opened his mouth to speak.

"what i am about to tell you, is an event that took place, 150 years ago."

Weaver nodded his head, and sat himself down to listen a bit more to the story of his past

"i'll listen a bit more, but the minute your lips stop moving, i'm off to find my brother and kill him."

"if thats what you wish to do..."

there was a moments silence. then, his Grandfather spoke.

"300 years ago, the dark elfs arrived on our land. 150 years later, they attacked our village. they killed many people, and the commander raped your Mother. the commander was Malus Darkblade.

9 years, later, your mother gave birth to unidentical twins. they were you and your Brother. the newly elected elder, decided that your Mother could keep only one child, due to the fact that you were both the son's of our new enemy, and that the decision would be based on what your first words would be. when that time came, your firs word was "Anger". this didn't impress the elder much, but when it came to Jaylew, his first word was "Melkiah", which is the name of the dark elf god. your brother was banished from the forest, and was sent to the dark elf city.

now, 50 years ago, your brother rode into the Village, pushed a cold dead body off his horse on the floor, and said, 'a present from the man that stands before you. the man who you disowend.' he smiled a heroic, triumphant, smile, and then rode off. it was Commander Malus Darkblade's body.

which brings us up to dade. your brother lead an attack on the village, because the city wants to expand. something is wrong with your brother, though. he was a hero when he bought Malus Darkblade's body, and now, ha has become something else."

Weaver looked at his Grandfather for more awnsers.

"Do you know why Jaylew has done this?" Weaver asked

"...i do not" his Grandfather said





"...then i'll ask him myself" Weaver said with confidence ringing in his voice.

Weaver picked his sword up off the floor, shethed it, and made his way to the door.

"Weaver, your Brother wasn't born evil. remember that."

Weaver had stoped at the door for that moment, when his Grandfather showed that he wasn't going to give up in Jaylew, who was also his grandson. and at that moment, Weaver spoke with the first cherful tone he had expresed since reawakening.

"Grandfather, i won't give up on Jaylew. One way or another, i will bring him back to our side"

Weaver left the house. Waiting by the tree just opposie the house, was Essence, waiting for him. Weaver had never taken the time to completlly look at her. She was wearing a long blue skirt, a white blouse, and had light brown hair. and as Weaver aproched her, her face became more and more beutiful.

"Essence, take me home. i need to prepare myself." he said to her in gentel tones.

"What for?" her tone asked an in innocent, worried voice

"i'm going to see...my Brother"



Essence guided Weaver home. they arrived at his house that was deep in the forest. as Weaver walked in, he felt warmth flow over him, and little memories of times he had in his house came back to him, but gentely this time, and Weaver smiled, he now knew where everything was now. and within a few minutes, had equipted himself to everything he needed. three Daggers, a potion, a rope and hook, a ball and chain, a short bow, and fourty arrows. all he needed was one more thing.

"Essence...if i never come back, promise you won't come looking for me."

Essence looked him in the eyes.

"i don't need to promise...i know you'll come back"

Essence reached up to him and kissed him. a kiss which made the trees the wind, the moon and the stars, all feel insignificant to Weaver. as they broke away, they looked in eachothers eyes once more, and stood for a moment that lasted for ever...






Then Weaver walked towards the dark elf city, knowing that he had something to come back to.






Weaver made his way to the dark elf city. he stood on a hill that over looked the city. it was surounded by a large black gate, green and black smoke swam in the sky from the chimnny tops. an errie, green, polluting smell came from the city. of all buildings, one of them stood out from the others. it was tall, and littered with balconies, and gargoyles. the only similaraty it shared with the other buildings was the colour.



black



"Well, i guess that where i'm going." Weaver said to him self, and walked onwards to the city








meanwhile in the tall, dark, building, where a jade statue of an elven man holding the bleeding heart of a man, resides in the room...

"Commander Jaylew, you have done well...the woods are in cahos, and nothing can stop us now..." said a voice coiming from the statue.

"yes my god...anyone who tries to stop us now...will have to face me...A Gauntlet of skills that i have only seen on man over come...and he no longer has a name to call his own..." Said Jaylew

"Don't be so sure...he is on his way as we speak"said the voice

"Then he will be the first to play My Damnation Game"






This story is copyright © 2004 Weaver. All rights reserved



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Saturday, June 12, 2004

   Hey Guys
how is everyone? sorry i haven't posted in a while, but i'm planing on making a really good movie, and so i need to get funds in order to make it.



whats the movie, i hear you say?





Well, its titled...
















THE ADVENTURES OF WEAVER : HomeComing







this is a movie about the end of Weaver's 18 year long adventure, and the start of a new adventure, teamed up with a new aliy at his side.

i won't give away too much of the story because it may ruin the build up to the chapters i've been writing previously, but it should turn out well. the actual filming won't take place until a year's time, so i might be busy till then.

thaks to all those who have gotten SOOOOO engrosed in my story. chapter 3 will be on its way posablly tomorow, ot the day after.



well, take care of your self guys

peace

Snooch to the Nooch

Weaver
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Monday, June 7, 2004

THE ADVENTURES OF WEAVER: Chpter Two. Brethren.
(for pictures of the charicters, check out my art)

The villagers looked on as Weaver knelt there, stroking the head of the beutiful, tearful girl he was suppose to be in love with. and yet, everything in his memory was gone. as far as Weaver was awere, he had no home, no family and no friends. nor any love of any kind to speak of. and then a quick flashback rattled through his brains.

he saw a sunset, streched over a vally. from where he was standing, he was on a cliff that overlooked the vally. he turned to his right and saw the sunlight shining on the most beutiful face. the face turnt to look at Weaver. it was clear that this face was Essence.

and the, as quickly as the memory came...

it left.

the sudden memory flashback caused an excrusiating pain to shot through Weaver's head.

"AAAARRRGGGHHHH!!"

this sudden pain caused Weaver to lurch forward. he held himself up from the ground with his hands. sweat was dripping from his face. he felt like he had run 3 miles with no rest.

"Weaver!? Weaver! are you okay?!"

Essence had stoped crying and was now helping Weaver up.

"uuhhhh..." Weaver grunted, as he was helped up.

"Hold on, Weaver. me and the villagers will go get gelp."

Said Essence with a strong, caring vioce. she rested Weaver against a tree, then she turned her back to head into town.

"NO! Don't go..."

"huh?"

"...Essence..."

she stood for a moment, then knelt down to Weaver, and held him in her arms.

"i won't go..."

just then, Weaver herd footsteps approching. Weaver instinctivly rose to his feet and stood in front of Essence, drew his sword, and prepared himself for battle.

"WHO ARE YOU!" he demanded

the man who was aproching was old, and dressed in a long torn robe. he had a grey beard that was long enough to touch his knees, and his hair was equaly as long. he bore a staff that had small but attractive glowing orb on top of the staff.

Weaver's hands griped his sword tighter. just then, Weaver felt Essence's hand on his shoulder.

"Weaver, thats your grandfather"

she spoke in his ear. he looked at the old man. the old man just simply nodded. Weaver just stared at him for a moment, then shethed his sword. the old man walked towards him and spoke.

"just as i saw on the battlefield. your memory has been lost. 'tis a rae spell for the enemy to use."

"...Whats going on, grandfather? am i a villager hear? why are there othere elves attacing us? why can't i remember anything?"

"...come with me. i will tell you all about it."

Weaver and Essence walked hand in hand to the old man's house. when they got there the old man stopped.

"Essence, will you please wait outside?"

she simply nodded, relesed her grip of Weaver's hand, and stood.

"Essence..." Weaver spoke.

"i...remembered who you were."

he smiled and went into the house.



the house was quite small. all that was there was a stove, a bed, a large pile of books, and a mirror. for the first time, Weaver saw what he looked like. he was exactly as he thought he looked when he was in the dark abyiss. he looked at his hair, and saw it was adark hazel brown. he then looked at his eyes. they were an attractive emerald green colour. with a hint of brown around the iris. he then tunr his atention to the wound on his cheek. the cut was so deep, it went through his cheek and into his mouth.

"here"

the old man stood next to Weaver, and placed his hand over his wound. Weaver felt a cool glow off his grandfathers hand, and felt his face rebuild together. he looked in the mirror, and saw his skin reattach itself. all the blood that had been running down his face poured itslef back into his wound before it closed up. he saw a scar where the wound once was, turned to his grandfather, and thanked him.

"now. why your hear."

said his grandfather

"your going to restore my memory, right?"

"...no. there is no spell on earth to recover a lost memory. that is up to you. your hear because you need to know whats happening."

Weaver sat down on the floor.

"i'm listening."

"there has been an attack on our village. by the dark elves."

"dark elves?"

"yes. they came here over 300 years ago, and for that time, they have not bothered us, the wood elves. now, they want the forest destroyed in order to expand their city. You are one of our best swordsmen, and so you lead onee ot the fronteres into battle. the battle was going well in our favor, but then...you were attacked by..."

"...who?"

"...hmm...your mother told me never to tell you."

"and so you won't tell me who it was?"

"i didn't asy i wouldn't tell you...i just hope my daughter will forgive me, rest her soul..."

"rest her soul? you mean she's...dead?"

"she's been dead for many years."

"well, then, WHO ATTACKED ME!?"

"...Your brother"

again, his memory rattled. he recalled fighting a young elven man in black lerher armour on his chest, and metal Shoulder guards. he wore black lether trousers, and heavy lether boots. He wore a long black flowing cloak and had nothing to protect his arms except his own flesh, which was riddled with scars.

Weaver's mind burned. he drew his sword, and swung in random directions inside the small house.

he kept the memory running in his head. he remembers overstrching his blow, and felt a sering pain pierce his left cheek.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Weaver was lying on the floor in a defeted mess. he looks up to see his brother standing over him with his sword pointing down at Weavers chest. Weaver picked up his sword and thrusted it through his brother's shoulder. his brother drops his sword beside Weaver and held his hand to Weaver's face. he then shouted the words...

"ERACE!"

and then...Darkness...and thats all...no sound...no light...no touch...no taste...

and as soon as the memory came, it left, and Weaver was back in the small house again. with his breth short, he shouted.

"IS MY BROTHER REALLY A DARK ELF!?!"

"not just any ordanary dark elf..."

"...what is his name"

"your brother...is Commander Jaylew Darkblade!"

Weaver stood silent...then his sword fell from his hands to the floor...




This story is copyright © 2004 Weaver. All rights reserved.




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Sunday, June 6, 2004

   <------why is this hear?
well...


i'm gonna be getting a motorbike, but thats not all...

































































I'VE REACHED 300 HITS b^_^d

I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!I LOVE EVERY ONE OF YOU GUYS!!!!!

I know that you all really want me to get on with Chapter 2, so, i'll get that writen up. (it'll be writen on word, then transfered on to post)

THANK YOU ALL ONCE AGAIN ^_^ YOU ALL MAKE ME VERY HAPPY ^_^

WELL, SNOOGENS!

Weaver
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Wednesday, June 2, 2004

see previous post...
i want to give everyone a chance to read my story, so for 4 days, no more posts will be put up. please enjoy the story.

Chapter 2 is on the way

WEAVER

p.s.more art work will be posted to illustrate what the charicters look like in each chapter, and when Weaver, or other charicters change costume
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Tuesday, June 1, 2004

THE ADVENTURES OF WEAVER Chapter one: his name...
Darkness...surounded in pitch black darkness...and thats all...no sound...no light...no touch...no taste...

and then something. an arm. visable. he looks at the arm, and realises that its his...then he sees his legs...his body...he could even see the colour of the chlothes he's wearing. blue chloth trousers, and metal shin protectors straped to his shins. his shoes looked like lether socks, with a sole attached to it. arm's wraped in bandages, with the hands covered by black fingerless gloves. a green shirt, with the sleaves roled up, and a black tunic, underneath...the only thing he couldn't see was his face.

he ran his fingers over his face to try and 'feel' what he looked like...he ran his hand across his left cheek, and instantly pulled his hand away, as the pain suprised him...he lookes at his fingers and saw blood...his blood. this cut was fresh...and deep...he licked his blood of his fingers and continued to explore his face. he reacheds the top of his eyes, and found his fingers tickled by his hair. he explored around the top and back of his head, and found his hair was long enough to reach several inches past his shoulder blades. he also found some of his hair tied up at the top. and then he brought his hands towards his ears...he started at the ear hole. then slowly traced from the ear hole, to the top of his ear. he traced, and traced, untill he came to the end. he couldn't belive the length of his ears. he traced again, and adgin, he got the same result. his ears, were not human...he reaches to his eard and presed on the tips of them. his ears fineshed a good few inches from his actual face. he then realised what he was...



He was an elf...


he looked around, and still it was dark, and still, he could see him self in very bright colours. he took a few steps forward, but wasn't getting anywhere. he stopped to think when suddenly, a bright light shone. but it wasn't coming from anywhere in the darkness...

it was coming from him. and the light grew bigger and brighter. just then, he heard a voice.

"you find yourself surounded in darkness, but you look deep in your heart for a reason to continue, and press on as if without fear. you will be the light in the darkness, and in that light, we leave our trust..."

and then...



the darkness was gone...









he woke up...

as if from out of a trance...

but he wasn't in bed...or in his house for that fact. He tried to remember where he was...he looked around, and saw black clouds, in a red sky. he looked towards the land and saw it was torn down. the trees had their branches riped off, and the bodies of the trees were burnt. then he remembered where he was...

he was home...or...


what was left of it.

he tried to remember what his house looked like, but to no sucsess...tried to remember his village before it was ruined, and yet...to no sucsess...

and then...he tried to remember his name...

"..."he tried to speak his name...
"..."but...


"...*sigh*"to no sucsess...




he sat there with his head in his hands... and cried...he didn't know who he was, where he came from...and why he was hear.

then he spotted something on the ground, just underneth where he was sat...

it was a sword. he reached down, and picked it up. it felt comrotable in his hands, and it felt like it was his. he looked to the left side of his hip, and saw a scabbard, was attached to his hip. he went to sheath his sword when he heard a quiet thundering of hooves in the distance, coming from behind him.

the hooves got closer and closer. he turned around nd found charging towards him, 3 men on horseback, i'n black armour. they were obviously riding in his direction. as they got closer to him, they unsheathed their swords. he then did what seemed most natural to him.

he fought. and he won...the fight was over before it began.

he looked at his defeated opponents, and took of their helmets. to his shock, he found a similaraty that they had to him.

they were elvs...

he sheathed his sword, and took one of the horses, and rode in the direction in which the elven men came.

as he got further down, he found more and more bodies. bodies of armoured elven men, and regular villagers.

he got to further into town, and ended up in what seemed like the town square. he dismounted of the horse, and moved on...

suddenlly he heard rased voices. he walked towards the voices,and hid in a bush. from there, he saw more dark armoued men, and a bunch of men, women and children, the vilagers of this village, tied to a house.

"set the house on fire, and then head back to Comander Jaylew Darkblade" said one of the armoured men."

"yes sir."

the elven man threw a burning torch upon the roof, and instantly, the house caught alight.

"This is real elven rope. the fire won't burn this. looks like you'll have to just die...but look at it this way...at least you'll die together." said the elf who had just set the house alight.

he couldn't take this much longer. he jumped out from behind the bush, and sliced through one of the elven men, right across the back

"AAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!" the man fell to his knees and died.

"you'll pay for that. 4 of us againt you. you'll regret your most stupid mistake ever!"

the first man tried to chop him from the head downwards, but that man had over externde his chop, and he was slices across the back. the next man, tried to swing from the side, but he got stabed. the third man tried to chop his head of, bit that man missed and was sliced through the stomoch.

the last man tried to chop diagonally, but was sliced across the bac of his leg. down on one leg, he turned round in time to see the flash of his opponents blade, and then lost his head.

he stood for a moment. replaying the fight that he had just won in his head. then he came back to where he was.

"help us, please!"

he turned around and saw the house was burning down faster. he acted quickly, and cut their bonds. he just had to free a girl about his age, at the end of the line, and they'd all be free.

"quickly!! its getting closer!!"

but her bonds were chains, and not rope.

"i don't want to die hear!"

he looked at his sword, and then with all his might, focused his strengt into one blow, and attacked the chains. he cut through the chains, and the girl fell forward. he caught her, and she looked up at him. her teares filled her beutiful green eyes. but they were tears of freedom, and happiness at the thought of still being alive. she reached up to him and kissed him full on the lips, and the pulled back.

"thank you, Weaver" she said

"who?" he said. she looked at him, and saw the bewildered look on his face.

"who did you say i was? and who are you?"

"Weaver...don't you remember me?"she asked?

"...no."he said.

"its me... Essence...your love..."

"Essence...and that name you called me?"

"...you don't know who you are, do you..."

she said, with tears in her eyes... and this time, it was tears of sadness. she buryed her head into his stomoch, and began to cry.

"my name is...Weaver..."




This story is copyright © 2004 Weaver. All rights reserved.




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   Hey guys. new plan.
i'm thinking of putting up Weaver's advetures. (the elven charicter with the two sword. check out my art work if you don't know what i mean) look out for "THE ADVENTURES OF WEAVER" Title when i put up a new story

later for now

Snoogins

Hippy-samurai Weaver
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Monday, May 31, 2004

   Sorry guys.
i won't be on much today. i'm off celabrating with my folks. ( the party never stop, huh?) i might be on a bit later on today though. well, gotta run.

Snooch To The Nooch

Hippy-Samurai Weaver
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Sunday, May 30, 2004

   Hey ya'l; ^_^
yetserday, something funny happened. i woke up with a really bad hang-over, so i went to go to the toilet, when i found i couln't because...





































I WAS LOCKED OUTSIDE MY HOUSE!!!

i was acctualy out side of my house, with a hang-over and just woken up.so i rang the door bell, and chad awnsers the door...





DREESED IN KERRYS UNDERWARE!!!



(it wasn't a preety sight.)



it seems we had a good time last night. me and chad were the only ones awake, Arti had locked himself in the bathroom, and Kerry was asleep on the stairs, wareing my kimono.



i had to throw up out side cause Arti didn't wake up till 7 in the afternoon

so thats the end result of my party.




i'll have to do that again sometime soon.

Well gotta run, theres a voice a-callin' me

Hippy-Samurai Weaver
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Saturday, May 29, 2004

This is quite close to the truth

What do people really think about you? by Raven319
Name
Age
favorite song
Parents think	You work too hard
Strangers think	You're smart
Friends think	You're wonderful
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