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Tuesday, November 07, 2006


Ulaire opened her weary eyes as a drop of water landed softly on her pale skin. With what strength she had in her fever, she reached out to wrap her arms around Thyere's neck as he lifted her off the stallion. The smell of fresh dew wisped past her nose.

"Good morning, little one." a voice resounded. A faint echo in the momental halls. A lady's voice. Ulaire could hear the silk in her sultry tone. A queen? A duchess? A countess perhaps?

Out from the light of the stained windows emerged a young woman garbed in a tatty, black robe. Her hood was not drawn, displaying her lustrous golden locks that fell over dainty ears. She looked at Ulaire with her liquid sapphire eyes that Ulaire thought set her soul ablaze with a cold fire. Something about this lady seemed so fantasical and so intimidating at the same time. Ulaire thought she might dig her eyes out, so she bowed politely.

"Good... Good morning." she whispered through cracked lips.
"What have you been doing with her, Thyere? The poor child sounds so weak and looks..." The lady put her hand to Ulaire's chin and raised her head. Their eyes met. "So exhausted."
"She has been through a lot. She is in the midst of a fever."
"Well then, I shall not keep the poor girl standing on ceremony. Randiine! Take the precious little angel to a new chamber and give her a good bath. She needs her rest."

The lady's hand-maiden took Ulaire away to rest, leading her towards the left wing of the Sanctuary. Ulaire couldn't help but turn her head to look at the mysterious lady and Thyere. They were just standing there. Talking. About her probably. Once or twice the lady caught Ulaire looking and smiled at Ulaire through her sapphire eyes. Those eyes...

Something about her eyes were so eerie... so... penetrating. I knew she was studying my soul when she looked into my eyes, like she was trying to guess my thoughts or... put some in my mind. I didn't like her. And yet. I like her a lot. How can I explain this confusion? This flurry of peace and chaos battling in my soul. Perhaps it is because I am weak and have not the strength to think straight. But there is something about those eyes... the... equilibrated imbalance. The serene chaos. A paradox. There is something too right... and something much too wrong. In those eyes.

I'll fight on___+
 9:39 PM

Friday, March 04, 2005


"Sire! Word from the Lady! She requests that all units return to the Arches as soon as possible! She says she wishes to discuss matters of great importance..."

It was when the first gleamers of the Sun broke through the heavy night sky that Ulaire opened her eyes to find herself on horseback, riding with Thyere. She tried to speak but her lips failed her. Her body was still weak from the frenzy she had no more than a few hours before. Ulaire looked to the fields faraway but was quick to turn away, for the sunshine hurt her eyes. The grass rippled like smooth silk beneath the hooves of Thyere's charger. The waking world passed by like a dream. Thyere had felt Ulaire stirring and placed his hand on her head.

"Rest little one. You are in safe hands."
"Where are we going, Thyere?"
"You will soon find out. You will like it there, I promise."

Ulaire shut her eyes to block off the Sun and soon found herself drifting into another world - a world of dreams and hopes yet undashed.

The Wanderers were summoned back to the Arches. The Arches were located deep within the woods on the sourthern outskirts of Yanguria - a quiet sanctuary for those who oppose the Shadow Regent.

I'll fight on___+
 9:34 PM

Friday, February 25, 2005


"I see them. I see them trampling the lands. Terrorizing the people. Flying the tattered flags of the capital towns; soaked in innocent blood. I can see them. I can hear them... calling out to me."

Ulaire jolted forth with a powerful cough, staining the white fur of the handmade quilts spread over her. Thyere awoke from his sleep and rushed to her side, catching some of her blood in his hand.

"You're awake." He said, with a slight smile.
Ulaire parted her lips to say something. But Thyere quickly interjected.
"Say nothing. You're weak, child. Rest first. Let your strength find its way back to you. Then we shall speak of what hap.."
"No! Please!" Ulaire held on tightly to the Wanderer and buried her face in his apparel; her cries of pain muffled by the thick flax cloth. Thyere held the trembling girl in his arms and looked towards the night sky as if searching for an answer... a way to calm her down.

Ulaire's loud sobs rocked the encampment that night until finally she was soothed and fell back to sleep at the twilight hour. And Thyere's heart was at rest once more. He watched her for a time. His heart went out to her... a fear, not for himself, but for her started to grow in his heart. Soon, weariness of the flesh also claimed him and he lay his head down to rest.

Do not fear little one... They may see... but they may not touch. I assure you of that...







I'll fight on___+
 10:40 PM

Thursday, March 18, 2004


Tearing at the bloodied tapestries, the young princess flew into a rage. Picking up a two-hander, she went in a frenzy, chopping the fallen orcs into mince meat, flooding the castle floor with orkish blood. Thyere and the rest of the Wanderers stood by and watched in silent horror and amazement as the blunt sword was flung across the room. Ulaire was fast. Ulaire was furious. She clawed at the stone cold walls of the ruined castle, trying hard to fight the pain that was tearing at her heart. She was soon tired out and fell to the floor

"Every little word from the past came back like an icy cold punch to the face. I could feel the memories of yesterday coming back to me, the once heartwarming thoughts now clung on to my heart like icy hooks, Slowly tearing my heart, bit by bit as I remember clearly the hugs and kisses of yesteryear. They have morphed into the pains and scars of today..."

Blood found it way to her mouth and she knew no more...

I'll fight on___+
 6:36 PM

Wednesday, March 03, 2004


-= Return to Yanguria =-

Ulaire had never felt quite as happy and jovial as she was in the company of the Wanderer. On their slow walk back to the stronghold, Ulaire learnt that his name is Thyere and he was made a Wanderer by the heavy attacks by the orcs on his village during the period of time known as 'Siege of Shadow Regent". Along this while, he started his own regent of mighty Wanderers call 'Swift Bane'. They were dedicated to ridding the lands of orcs; or any forms of threats to peace as a matter of fact. They talked like old friends. But as soon as they reached the stronghold, the smile was wiped off Ulaire's face. It was replaced by a look of shock and utter dismay. Now, instead of the multi-colored tapestries that adorned the main hall, splatters of red and taspestries dripping with blood decorated the large room. The floor was littered with dead bodies and puddles of blood that were growing larger by the second, the fallen being their supplier. The whole room screamed death and destruction. Among those fallen were some people whom had seen her grow up; Old Bishop Bailey, handsome young paige Peter and even Peter's younger brother, Randall. The once jovial people who always wore smiles on their faces, now laid by the main doors of the main hall, dead. Slowly she knelt down beside their lifeless bodies. Bishop Bailey's chest had been ripped out by a swinging mace; Peter, who tried to hold the orcs back with a simple wooden spear, received two blades and an arrow through his eye, chest and lower torso. And Randall; he was a head shorter. She looked around at the brave men who had died for their King... "Dad... where's Dad?...Where's Mom?..." She did what she regretted the most that day... she looked up towards the throne. And there, slumped on the wooden thrones were King Rialse and Queen Illaphe. The halls of the Yethlin Stronghold trembled once more with the a cry of dispair... one of a nine-year-old Ulaire.

I'll fight on___+
 8:00 PM

Tuesday, March 02, 2004


-= New-found hope =-

An arrow flew past Ulaire, stroked her hair slightly and finally stuck fast to the chest of the Uruk Hai. Ulaire watched in amazement as the huge foul creature fell to his knees, his orc-blade crushing Cylon. Life robbed her of another chance to die... or rather, gave her a chance to live. This child is blessed and is a gift said the Dagon Waters long before. Yes... Ulaire understood. It wasn't her time to die... yet. Ulaire got to her feet and ran to wherever the arrow came from, with a throng of bloodthirsty orcs chasing her. Just as she ran past a huge oak tree, someone or something pulled her behind it. Ulaire looked up at the man who saved her. The man introduced himself and revealed himself to be what people called in those days, a 'Wanderer'. "No time for formal introductions now. We shall talk later" He whispered before giving a signal to fellow 'Wanderers' hiding nearby. As the five hundred orcs ran up the hill, a rain of arrows greeted them, felling at least 40 odd orcs at a release of a bow. The Yangurian woods came alive with the singing of bows and the cries of the orcs. No orc came nearer than 1 yard away from the 'Wanderers' before they were filled with arrows. Ulaire never saw a more wonderous sight. Now the Sun had risen and the birds greeted the Sun with their morning song. The 6000 year-old forest, trembling with combat the night before, was now peaceful as it had been in days before. "Come young princess. Let us return to the stronghold and find your parents." The Wanderer took Ulaire by the hand and strolled with her back to Yanguria, chatting on the way.

I'll fight on___+
 12:46 PM

Saturday, February 28, 2004


-= So they chase =-

Quickly the people ran, letting out the noise from their lungs. Children... women... animals... men... they all ran for their lives. In an attempt to bring hope to the people, Ulaire drew her sword. More and more men, even some women, stayed by her side to fight. Though some had no weapons but their teeth and limbs. They fought through the night and pass the twilight. The outskirts of Yanguria were stained by the blood of the many brave civillians who fought by the side of their young leader. Ulaire's offense skills served her well and she was swift in her killing. Many orcs fell by her sword. Alas the hope Ulaire brought was weak and waned by daybreak. When the Sun showed her beautiful face, out of the five scores of men and women who remained to fight, only two men and Ulaire were left standing to answer the skirmish of five hundred orcs pouring from the Yethlin Stronghold. But they were contented... they had served their purpose. The people had escaped and now they were given the pardon to die. A short distance from the three were the orcs, running and screaming, demanding their blood be spilled. Slowly, the three held hands as they kneeled down and laid down their swords. Patiently they awaited their death - their release. Ulaire closed saw an uruk hai approach them, with hundreds of orcs behind him, waiting to attack should anything happen to their leader. Ulaire could smell the stench that reaked from the uruk hai as he stood close to them. She heard the drawing of a sword and the next thing she knew, her hands felt the warm rush of blood from the flesh of her two comrades. Ulaire started to cry... not for her own demise, but for the loss of hundreds of brave souls. As she wept, the uruk hai was holding his sword back, ready for a deadly thrust... he was aiming for her heart...

I'll fight on___+
 8:18 PM


-=Siege of the Tunnel=-

Through the tunnel echoed the drawing of swords, the penetrating of flesh, gurgles of blood, the cries of terror and the thuds of bodies. Like a river blocked by a dam, the floods of people turned and ran back... back to Yanguria, where another battalion of orcs was waiting to slaughter them like pigs. Ulaire thought no more. She drew Cylon and urged some of the men to fight with her and break the dam of Orcs at the mouth of the tunnel... set the river free. With her small company of 10 men, they brought the orcs at the exit of the tunnel down. Once again, the river of people ran free... with the orcs at their tails...

I'll fight on___+
 7:47 PM


-= Onslaught =-

The escape tunnel was ...dark... cold and musty. There was a rank smell of old blood that had painted the walls back in the war days of Yanguria - the smell of the great slaughtering that once took place here. Old blood, but the pungent smell of death and fear was strong enough... shadows of doubt and weariness dogged her every step... thoughts of dying raged her mind. Yes.. how lovely it would be to have relief of this pain, physical and mental. Her fingers played with the hilt of her sword... to draw or not to draw... that is the question. Suddenly, a sharp scream of terror came from the front and the floods of people started to run in the opposite direction. Ulaire heard the familiar war-cry of the Orcs... The answer was loud and clear. Draw.

I'll fight on___+
 7:39 PM

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