Post by Witcher Wolf on Dec 15, 2004 7:19:43 GMT -5
Since everyone seems to be doing it. I thought I'd jump on the bandwagon and give you a little taste of part 3 of Ashes known as.
Ashes part three: Retribution.
For those of you that have been following the story that picks up after the events of the film you'll know what I'm talking about. If you haven't read Ashes then I suggest you go and check it out if you like EQ Fan-Fiction.
But here's just a tiny taster of part 3.
A few months after the incident involving one of the old guard and his obsession with ‘Jack the Ripper’ New Libria’s security had been stepped up a pace or two. Armed Sweepers once more patrolled the more dangerous areas of the Nethers and those without clearance to be there were escorted back to their homes and warned.
Preston presided over the growing New Order as vigilantly as he could; after all he was responsible for the current state of affairs. It was something he could not forget in a hurry, even if he tried.
He aided the Governess to the best of his ability and they seemed to be making a difference as time ticked on. The crime rate which had risen to an all-time high recently thanks to a madman’s actions had now begun to lower again, dropping to within acceptable limits.
Yet in the silence of the underground there were those that drew swift and sure plans in shadowy conspiratorial whispers. Father was not dead and it seemed that he was orchestrating once more from a hidden seat of power.
He was aided by his right hand: The Cleric, Ezekiel Kayne.
Preston and the rest of New Libria were unaware of course and this suited the shadow players perfectly, they could plot in peace without fear of retribution until the time was right. Father had promised his people a sign of his return and the death of their greatest enemy.
The pawns were being moved across the board by an expert hand and the teachings of a legendary strategist played a part in the great scheme of things.
All they had to do now was watch and wait as all of the pieces of the puzzle fell into place as they took away everything that their enemy held dear. Emotions could be such a wonderful thing, but they could also be used as a great weapon to blind a foe and hurt them more than any blade or gun could ever hope to do.
The night’s silence was broken by the resounding rumble of thunder. Only it was not thunder but the reverberating tones of an explosion. Within minutes the Sweeper teams and Fire Suppression crews were on their way to the residential section of the city.
“Another sabotage attempt?” The speaker’s voice was thick with resigned tones as he turned to the driver.
“I don’t know Sir; perhaps…we’re en-route to the apartment blocks now. So far we’ve been informed that the explosion originated in one of the upper non-civilian sections.”
The Sweeper returned his gaze to the road ahead and the tarmac that was illuminated by twin halogen lamps. “A Cleric’s quarters?”
“I think so Sir, hold on we’re getting reports from the first two teams now. Fire Suppression reports that…”
“What…what is it?”
“The apartment has been identified as John Preston’s.”
-----SNIP----
Ashes part three: Retribution.
For those of you that have been following the story that picks up after the events of the film you'll know what I'm talking about. If you haven't read Ashes then I suggest you go and check it out if you like EQ Fan-Fiction.
But here's just a tiny taster of part 3.
A few months after the incident involving one of the old guard and his obsession with ‘Jack the Ripper’ New Libria’s security had been stepped up a pace or two. Armed Sweepers once more patrolled the more dangerous areas of the Nethers and those without clearance to be there were escorted back to their homes and warned.
Preston presided over the growing New Order as vigilantly as he could; after all he was responsible for the current state of affairs. It was something he could not forget in a hurry, even if he tried.
He aided the Governess to the best of his ability and they seemed to be making a difference as time ticked on. The crime rate which had risen to an all-time high recently thanks to a madman’s actions had now begun to lower again, dropping to within acceptable limits.
Yet in the silence of the underground there were those that drew swift and sure plans in shadowy conspiratorial whispers. Father was not dead and it seemed that he was orchestrating once more from a hidden seat of power.
He was aided by his right hand: The Cleric, Ezekiel Kayne.
Preston and the rest of New Libria were unaware of course and this suited the shadow players perfectly, they could plot in peace without fear of retribution until the time was right. Father had promised his people a sign of his return and the death of their greatest enemy.
The pawns were being moved across the board by an expert hand and the teachings of a legendary strategist played a part in the great scheme of things.
All they had to do now was watch and wait as all of the pieces of the puzzle fell into place as they took away everything that their enemy held dear. Emotions could be such a wonderful thing, but they could also be used as a great weapon to blind a foe and hurt them more than any blade or gun could ever hope to do.
The night’s silence was broken by the resounding rumble of thunder. Only it was not thunder but the reverberating tones of an explosion. Within minutes the Sweeper teams and Fire Suppression crews were on their way to the residential section of the city.
“Another sabotage attempt?” The speaker’s voice was thick with resigned tones as he turned to the driver.
“I don’t know Sir; perhaps…we’re en-route to the apartment blocks now. So far we’ve been informed that the explosion originated in one of the upper non-civilian sections.”
The Sweeper returned his gaze to the road ahead and the tarmac that was illuminated by twin halogen lamps. “A Cleric’s quarters?”
“I think so Sir, hold on we’re getting reports from the first two teams now. Fire Suppression reports that…”
“What…what is it?”
“The apartment has been identified as John Preston’s.”
-----SNIP----
, plus the fact, don't know many big words either so tend to use the same phases. 
The more, the better 
