nice cover darklanser

Thanks. A good book needs a good cover.

Here's the Russian (Cyrillic) text that you wrote previously. It needs a special cyrillic font that won't show here.



[Edited on 5-18-2004 by darklanser]

That was beautiful ! ... ... "Best Pixyland' rears its head again ! ... Add that to a nice long sea voyage and you get .

After all, you must remember that in 1692, I was quite young and wasn't used to so much cider

You need to edit the 'ATS Story Update' thread too

Oooooooooh thankyou soo much DarkLanser! Mucho Gracias!

And yes Pisky, I thought it was only right that best pixyland got a mention!

brilliant work Lady

Typical male to get see sick huh lol

Keep on going hun...i really like it

gryff

*hands Cyclizine for sea sickness*

Right I was going to post my chapter....but the picture I want won't load for some reason , so I'll post when I can get that bloody thing to work!

[Edited on 20-5-2004 by LadyCool21]

ooooooooh i can't wait!!!! i can't wait to find out what happens next!

[Edited on 5/20/2004 by smilingsarah82]

Chapter 5 - A wee bit rough...




“Morning! Och it was a wee bit rough wasn’t it last night? Wonderful today though!” Gryffen noted as she stepped up on the deck, “Aye lass, it was. But it’ll take a lot worse to stop us goin!” Captain Brooke replied, he was also Scottish, and a bit of a drunk.
The sun had risen over the glistening sea, after last nights heavy storm, the ocean was now calm and still; there was a peaceful aura about the place…in Aquila’s opinion, to peaceful.
“Pisky will be down for breakfast shortly” she informed the crew as she sat down to eat her ‘meal’ (rather runny porridge that didn’t look to be fit for consumption by a fish, never mind a human). “Are you ok, Aquila?” Gryf asked in concern, the girl was quiet, there came no reply “She’s a thinker, that one” Brooke informed, “Just leave her be, she’ll be ok in a minute.” The ‘thinker’ stared on as if in a sort of trance; after ten minutes or so had passed, most of the crew had left the table, Pisky had already run straight through to get to the side of the boat again, and Gryffen still watched on in fascination.
“What you doing?” the pixy asked after he had composed himself,
“Look at her! No movement, her eyes are open, and her breathing rate’s normal, but she’s in some sort of a, a trance…” Pisky waved his hands in front of Aquila’s face, and proceeded to comment “She’s a seer, obviously” he rolled his eyes and walked out, “Hecate invitus adesdum creo heres peropato conquisitus non…Of course!” she sat up, blinked and ran out onto the deck, leaving Gryffen alone in the room in wonder.



“Right, I figure if we just elope it’ll be fine! I mean, they’re not going to come after us, are they?”
“Perhaps not, but then you’ll have every witch hunter in the country after you!” Rowena added, giving Seraph another little reality check.
“Well have you got any better ideas? Hmm?” he replied,
“No, but I have.” Tituba told him, leaning against the doorway with a wise look on her face, and a slight smile…
“Word is there’s a monk on his way from Russia to see you Seraph, do ya know how far away Russia is??”
“A monk? Russia??” Seraph repeated in a shocked tone.
“Oh my goodness!” Rowena commented as the pair sat in unison looking rather stunned.



"Sir there's someone here to see you..." a trembling whisper came from behind the door,
"I told you Warnock, I'm busy! Fool."
"Ah, Iago, it is a great asset for one not to suffer for fools, but to truely master it, you must know who is, and isn't, a fool." a deep, whispering voice came into the room; "Lanser, I I didn't realise it was you, one must forgive my harsh words, I've been..."
"Yes yes I know, the orb? Intact I presume, since I know how much you value living." the figure smiled as he removed his hooded cloak. Iago was the size of a mouse in Lanser's wake, a very rare thing indeed.

Hey Lc ive had some catching up to do nice story its really coming along well keep up the good work looking forword to the next chapter

im glad you waited until the picture would load! i like it. and the story too. lol. can't wait for the next chapter

Thanks Sarah, yeah it does look alot better with the map, very authentic too dont'cha think?

And SE7EN you make it sound like you have a gun to your back when reading this story , moi? Nooooo.
ATS shotgun wedding, anyone?

I am humbled to be a part of this epic tale. It is coming along wonderfully.
Lanser's wake......my jaw dropped as I read that part. It was like the first time Vader strode onto the screen in A New Hope. Ominous. I am on edge to read the next chapter LC.

This story gets from me.

Pisky hums the 'Imperial March' as Lancer enters the stage.

Beautiful beautiful beautiful work Lady.

Your writing matches your beauty.

*snickers at pick up line*

I really liked the story.

Ahehe, how'd you guess? (that I'm beautiful, not that I'm a sucker for cheesy chat up lines ) Hehe, ain't he just cute arama?

*kisses Agent on his shiny bald head*

Pisky sits at the computer late at night. The moon is full and the demonic hamsters howl in the distance.

"Where's the next fecking chapter ?" the pixy asks, taking a drink of colonial pee water and wishing it was 'Best Pixyland'.

Seraph Returns! see there you go people! (bet I've got no readers left now...)
but alas, I hope those who do read enjoy!
P.S - I copyed and pasted so sorry for the dodgy page lay out!


Chapter 6 - Pirates on deck!

“Bloody Pirates!”
“Well we weren’t predictin to get ‘em ova here Miss…”
“He’s ran off with my best pixyland, OI!”
“Oh really…” Aquila took a lunge at a one eyed attacker
with a long sword, impaling him onto a wooden post, and
pulling it out again with the same speed; taking a spin she
grabbed Gryffen’s hand, and as three roguish pirates rushed
towards in a charge, the parted, slicing all three with a
particularly dangerous piece of cheese wire
(which Pisky had an inkling over, as it had a blue hazy
tinge around it, Gryffen had been looking through
Aquila’s book collection).
“Right! Och how many more is there??” the Captain
questioned as another five invaders ran on deck,
the crew had been coping pretty well so far, with the likes
of Pisky, Gryffen and Aquila it wasn’t too much trouble…
but there were so many. “Why are they so bothered about our little ship?”
the pixy asked as he knocked a rather tubby little man over board,
“Him, there.” Aquila pointed over to their attackers’ Captain,
“He can smell the magic, he knows what’s on board and wants it…”
“And there was Pisk’ thinkin’ it was his cider.” Gryffen grinned.

The pirate Captain gazed on as his crew boarded the other ship,
one by one they were cut down, he was not amused.
“Darn it! Why don’t they just give in?
I’ve got plenty more where they came from…” he ordered another dozen to clime aboard.
“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea…”
“What’aya talkin’ about lass! Look at ‘em! They’ll break, with your help that is…”
he s'n-word'ed at the pale looking woman,
he had been draining her powers for over four years now,
Ravenna was weakening, this could be her only chance.
“Let me go over there, maybe, I could cast a spell, finish
them all off and retrieve what you want!”
“You think I’m gonna let you go over there? You must think
I’m a fool woman!” he slapped her with the back of his
hand hard across the face. As she let out a moan of pain,
she raised herself off the floor and conjured what little power
she had left; a wave of blue light surrounded her, shining brighter
and brighter until anyone looking was blinded by the spark
that stood there; Ravenna had seen her mother do this once
as a child escaping the Darmisses’; she could make her way
over to the other ship whilst everyone was distracted.

“What was THAT.” Pisky asked in wonder…again.
“You can tell you’re not the magic sort!” Aquila snorted,
slightly out of character, “Someone’s using an escaping tool,
probably to distract us.” The warrior noted, wiping the
sweat off her brow she looked around their deck, in sight
of the escapee… “There!” She yelled to Gryffen, who leaped
onto nothingness, but grabbing what felt like a tall, lean woman.
“Stop.wriggling; it won’t work!” the Scot muttered.
The pirate came into view, she had long, flowing black hair
with incredibly pale skin, “Woah, living dead!” came a pixy
cry as he finished off what appeared to be the last of the
onslaught. The other ship began to take sail, leaving them behind.
“Don’t hurt me!” Ravenna cried, “I’m not a pirate!”
“We’re not going to kill yer, just tell us who you are and
why you did that, er, thingy back there.” Captain Brooke
replied gruffly.
“My name’s Ravenna, those pirates’ captured me over four
years ago, using my magic to raid ships…I, please don’t hurt me,
this seemed my only chance to escape; they normally leave no
survivors, but you, you were all amazing!” she spitted out,
trying to catch her breath from the struggle, “I could feel the
magic here, I was, I was hoping I would be safer.”
Aquila bent down on one knee, “She needs medical attention,
Gryffen, some sugar tonic to get her energy and some proper
food for starters…you can stay with us, but we’re on a mission
to save some…friends, so I hope you can fight.”
The newest member nodded as they helped her up and into the cabin.


“Seraph, Seraph! Calm, down.”
“Sorry, but, but why would a Russian monk want to come
half way around the world to see me??”
Tituba placed a hand on his cheek softly with her motherly touch,
“Because you’re Seraph Mont’gmry, n there’s so much more t’ya
then you know me dear, so much…” she smiled and kissed his
forehead gently, “Here, take this, it’ll help yer sleep, you need t’ rest.”
She handed him a cup of honey tonic, mixed with, well no one knew,
Teeba’s secret recipe. He drank it in one and walked back to his room.
“He’ll be zonked out in seconds with the amount you gave him!”
Rowena giggled nervously, nervous for him, nervous for Belle,
nervous about their future as three. The prospect of losing one,
if not two, was eating away at the back of her mind.
She decided to have a lay down herself.



“Bloody Pirates!”

“There there Pisky, you’ll be able to make some more best pixyland once we’re back on dry land…”

“Surprise? How about being told ‘Oh, Gryffen, by the way we’re going to pretend to be monks tomorrow to prevent an ambush of what could turn into a massacre’.”

“Sir, there’s, there’s someone here to see you…”

pain.anger.fear.love.hatred.insanity.

“ARGHHH”





[edit on 9-7-2004 by LadyCool21]

[edit on 9-7-2004 by LadyCool21]

Cool chapter Lc keep up with the good work catch you around

Aharr !!! Shiver me timbers ... an entertaining episode once again
Fecking pirates should walk the plank for stealing my 'Best Pixyland', but at least the black-hearted buccaneers can recognise a good cider when they see one

I don't like that nasty pirate slapping me Can I fry him with a fireball ? (D&D afficianado here )
Good work again LadyCool.