.........A Storyteller........

.....Sir Air Ren of the emoey.....

Name:
I Had a dream... I was standing on a hill in a field,with a party of knights at my back.. i felt no emotion just a sense knowing "..if i'd die today..it dossent matter..I fight to protect.." people in my comand.. being surrounded by legions of the enemy... the enemy... a large sea of black and red..people..or something else.. i woke up with a song in my head

::..my art..::
::..my writings..::

.....Knights Log.....

Ah... forget it

.....The Book.....

..........word count..........

...Working on it..

word total - None Yet

Title:A Knights Tale

.....Merchant Quaters....

.....Liabary of ages past.....

July 2007
August 2007
January 2008
February 2008

.....Characters.....

[+] Tearifious

[+] Cerainious

.....Armory.....

[+] nanowrimo

[+] link

......The Royal Musetriel.....

:~: Saturday, July 21, 2007 :~:

Entitled: ----Chapter 1----(T)

As he stubbled out of his fathers wine cellar,Lance son of Tear of the fields of Ehllan embraced the bone chilling wind and rain,as he stepped out of the musty darkness and into the cold frenzy of crazed droplets. Stopping to catch his breath, he gazed around gathering his surroundings,unconsiously acting as a filter for the damp air. He was darker then most boys his age as a result of the long hours in the field with his father,Of an average height and quite largely built.

The wind wipped round his head,thrething to pull of the roots of his hair but his short cropped locks were as stubborn as a mule at midday. He stood there for a moment,and realised his boots had collected enough water for a washbasin. Then ran frantic towards his fathers estate.

...penned by Ron_chooi at 8:01 AM
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:~: Saturday, July 21, 2007 :~:

Entitled: ----Chapter 1----(T)