tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61090582011-04-22T07:14:55.463+08:00The past, present and future of Ulaire Eythea, Daughter of Rialse and Iilaphe. (Please start reading from the very bottom. Diola.)Sharibabyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03727473493991046730noreply@blogger.comBlogger291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6109058.post-1162908929393593692006-11-07T21:39:00.000+08:002006-11-07T22:15:29.443+08:00

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

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"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

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"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. "

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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

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-= 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

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-= 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

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-= 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

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-=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

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-= 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

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-= The War of Yangurea =- The darkest chapter in all Yangurea history. The end of Yangurea. In the fields before the kingdom stood the thousands of soldiers in front of thousands upon millions of Aruk-hais (Inexhaustibles). Although they knew of their fate, they stood in an air of confidence... an air of strength. Their purpose was to protect Yangurea even if they died. Brothers of Yangurea

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-= Final Goodbye =- "Leave at once with all the villagers." "No Mi'Lord, I will stay with you." King Rialse looked at his wife for a while, then lean forward to take her lips in his. Then he looked at Ulaire and the two little boys. Tears ran down his face. He hurried to embrace all three of them, placing a kiss on each of their foreheads. "Ulaire, I trust you to take care of your brothers." "

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-= So begins the war =- A worn and injured scout returns, using his last splinter of life to deliver the sightings. He stumbled upon the blood red carpet and held out a scroll. Then he fell, his blood dying the worn-out carpet its original color. An advisor scurried down and picked the scroll out of the deadman's hands and read it out. "King Rialse your highness, when we were on our way to

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-= The Attack =- People were running back into the kingdom. Some bore wounds and scars; the worst of them - a torn limb. Some came back unharmed. The Orcs had sprung a surprise attack. Those caniving hoodlums... "Dispatch a century of soldiers!" Ulaire scurried up to tallest turret of the North Wing that overlooked the Western exit/entrance of Yangurea. "I saw it... I saw THEM. At least a

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-= The Evacuation =- Ulaire stood by the window as she saw the many people leaving the kingdom... and she was sad. She crept to the Main Court where King Rialse and his advisors were debating. Ulaire looked at her distressed father. Tears crept into her eyes. Her father was no longer the vibrant and cheerful man he was. Worry and woe had robbed him of his youth and vitality. His eyes were weary

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-= The Prophecy comes true =- "Thousands of them sir, spawning every minute. Poor excuse for weapons, but their numbers are enough..." King Rialse was distressed. The prophecy was coming through. The orcs had started to march across the mountains and not before long, they would be trampling through Yangurea. "Tell the villagers to pack up and leave the Kingdom immediately."

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-= Blood on my hands =- " There I sat by the river. I dipped Sylon - my sword, into the water and let the cool, clear water wash its bloodstained blade. Wiping it clean, I slid Sylon back into her sheath. After putting Sylon aside, I placed my hands into the flow of water and watched as the crystal waters turn red; carrying the blood of the mugger away. I closed my eyes... that was when I saw it

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-= There's always a first time... =- "The vision haunted me all the time. Daylight, Moonlight... Playing, working... even during training... Leave me! Please... just leave me be..." The carnage and gore of the dream never left Ulaire... Ulaire was practicing her swordplay on the training grounds. The silver blade twirling and swinging about. Practice had become too familiar and tedious. Her

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-= It haunts me in my dreams =- "Clear were the screams for mercy; silenced later by the gurgle of blood. I closed my eyes. The cackle of fire, the sounds of steel against steel. I opened my eyes again and there he was. A huge orc, a halberd high up in the air. Saliva dripping from the edge of his mouth, blood on his apparel and murderous weapons... the blood of innocent Yangurians. I didn't

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-= In the ranks =- The terrible demise of Yangurea was inevitable. King Rialse knew it. But they had a chance to change it... maybe... just maybe. King Rialse looked at Ulaire as she turned to look back at her. They were walking through the training grounds of the Yangurian soldiers. Ulaire laughing and clapping as she saw the soldiers shoot their arrows, practice offense and ride their horses.

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-= The Scroll =- Day 10 We have reached Renom. I have seen much... maybe too much. That's the cause of my current situation. I am trapped in this hollow space beneath a tree that has survived all threat posed by the Orcs. We snuck to the edge of the big... Hole earlier this morning; Where the Orcs reside. Nothing more horrifying could have crossed my eyes... I saw trees. But not trees of

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-= Messengers of Doom =- "Mi'Lord... the scouts sent to spy on Renom are back..." He bowed as he said. "Send them in." Then they came in... the people who greeted the scouts. Now they had gloomy faces and each carrying a small platform. On each of the three platforms lay the headless bodies of the scouts. King Rialse, after realising the scouts and their terrible demise, turned away to regain

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-= A little chat =- "Greetings, Ulaire." "What visions did you poison me with? It has troubled me and swayed my soul... each night is another nightmare..." "My child, I only showed you what you wanted to see... the future and who the invaders were." "But... it cannot come to pass... if it does, we shall all die." "Nothing lives forever... no even the Dagon Waters." "I cannot accept it!" "The

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-= Troubled Nights =- For many nights, Ulaire's vision haunted her. Every night, the visions came back, putting beads of sweat on her forehead... making her heart beat faster... putting screams into her throat. Each time her parents came to her aid and each time she dodged the truth and gave them excuses. Until finally, after 10 months of cold sweat and pain, she went back to the Mage Circle..

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-= Ulaire's Vision =- " I saw... I saw... it was terrible... I saw bloodshed, I saw fire.... I saw people screaming in pain... I saw people begging for the their lives from these odd ugly men... just before a piece of steel swung and ended their lives... I backed away in terror and disbelief..." From the waters, Ulaire had visions of war and carnage... all happening in Yangurea. She looked

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-=Ulaire sees the future=- One day, Ulaire was playing a nice little game of tag when she ran into the Yangurian Forest. Deeper and deeper into the forest she ran, until she chanced upon the Mage Circle... and the Dagon Water. Curious by nature, the sprightly little girl stepped up to the stone basin the Dagon Waters were kept in and stared into the waters...

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-= Life in Yangurea =- Life in Yangurea was good for young Ulaire. Her parents did not confine her to the palace, but often sent her out to the village to play. And there, she met many good friends. 3 most significant to her was Gernitch, Jaren and Thislina. They were unbreakable. King Rialse and Queen Iilaphe had 2 more children; both of which were boys. But none received such a prophecy from

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-= The Prophecy =- Misthlin stands before the Dagon Waters, with little Ulaire in his arms as she plays with his robes. Misthlin smiles down at Ulaire, looks up and starts to chant in a language unknown to many. Almost immediately, the waters start to move; at first stirring slightly, then slowly moving up like vines of the Earth. Suddenly, Ulaire is lifted from the Mage's arms. The strings of

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-= Ulaire's Fate =- "Take care of her, Misthlin." "I will Mi'Lord. We won't leave the boundaries of Yangurea." "She is my only child, I don't want anything to happen to her." "I have that in mind Mi'Lord. Nothing will happen to Ulaire as long as I'm around to protect her." "Ha ha, I've always known I can trust you, Misthlin." Misthlin the Mage held little Ulaire in his arms, cradling her as

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Time: 170th year of Yangurea, Day 175 of year 170 (according to Human calendar) Place: Yethlin Stronghold -= A Baby is Born =- Ulaire Si'jea Eythea born in the 170th year of Yangurea. Is the eldest child of King Rialse and Queen Iilaphe. Born with raven black hair, blood-red eyes and skin as pale as the moon. She is baptized and looked after by Iilaphe. A feast is held in celebration of the

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