DONT LIE LA!
The ORACLE SAID NOTHING OF THOSE SORTS!
On hiatus (:
King vH
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
The Oracle by The Great Priestess
Here lies the words of The Oracle, the last words of the Great Priestess of Gingaro (now known as Jingaro).
The ones who know the truth lie beneath the ground, eyes opened but doomed never to move or speak again. And their seeds are in the grasp of the new king.
The atrocities of the current king are masked by pretty words and cunning cruelty. He has addled the minds of the people. The sons and daughters of those whom are dead will soon be in danger. The false king bids his time to sacrifice the innocents.
The Old King's name is dead. Yet, from the ashes, he shall be renewed. He is obliged to protect his people.
Those were the last words of The Oracle, murdered in her sleep...
The Kingdom of Gingaro differs in the sands of time.Where friendships are torn asunder, never has there been such a tragic scene. Framed by his boyhood friend, whom he considered a brother, he now lies in the murky shadows. His name smeared with blood, his people has abandoned and forgotten him.
He who ruled the lands has fallen from grace;
Fallen to the present one who claims the throne.
-The Oracle
The ones who know the truth lie beneath the ground, eyes opened but doomed never to move or speak again. And their seeds are in the grasp of the new king.
The atrocities of the current king are masked by pretty words and cunning cruelty. He has addled the minds of the people. The sons and daughters of those whom are dead will soon be in danger. The false king bids his time to sacrifice the innocents.
The Old King's name is dead. Yet, from the ashes, he shall be renewed. He is obliged to protect his people.
Those were the last words of The Oracle, murdered in her sleep...
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Dark Bomoh
All human problems falls into one or more of this 3 areas: Health, Wealth, Relationship.
Once, before all the fiery and destruction set upon the Kingdom of Jingaro, The Dark Bomoh and KingvH were once friends. Best of friends to be precise. The problem that sets them out apart was The King was constantly troubled with his relationship, while The Dark Bomoh experiences all 3.
The desire to satisfy his needs made him what he his today. He neglected his friends, his lifestyle, his society. The only people exist in his life was himself.
He wasnt always called The Dark Bomoh. He had a name, but he choose to throw his life away, all of it, to begin a new life, a new era. Ever since then , he became the Dark Bomoh.
No one knows what is on his mind now.
Once, before all the fiery and destruction set upon the Kingdom of Jingaro, The Dark Bomoh and KingvH were once friends. Best of friends to be precise. The problem that sets them out apart was The King was constantly troubled with his relationship, while The Dark Bomoh experiences all 3.
The desire to satisfy his needs made him what he his today. He neglected his friends, his lifestyle, his society. The only people exist in his life was himself.
He wasnt always called The Dark Bomoh. He had a name, but he choose to throw his life away, all of it, to begin a new life, a new era. Ever since then , he became the Dark Bomoh.
No one knows what is on his mind now.
Monday, July 28, 2008
With Weapons and Shields, for Honour
Countless months have passed, but the Dark Bomoh is still nowhere to be found.
He have gone to exile, to a land faraway where beasts and creatures of the night roam freely, even in the day. No man have ever return from the land without having to lose their minds.
There was no exceptions. Countless Sorcerers and Wizards have gone to the land of no return in hopes of acquiring magics and skill that no ordinary man could possess. What they possess though after, was insanity.
Back in a little town of Kuchalkive, defensive measures were taken to prevent an attack by the Dark Bomoh. The town of Kuchalkive stood at the edge of the fine kingdom of Egnaro. For you see, in order for the Dark Bomoh to penetrate through, it has to get pass Kuchalkive. Kuchalkive served as the 1st line of offence, and defence against the Evil forces.
I was there personally, to make sure the swords are sharp, and the shields are tough. I as the King of Egnaro, have to make sure that the line that we have set upon are ready to face any situation, be it flying pigs or farting cows. There was no room for error. WE HAVE TO BE READY.
As the ever shining sun shone right above us one day, Bala was having a rough time having to train the peasants in armed combat. For many, it has been the 1st time they have wield, or even see a sword and shield. Bala understood, that its up to him if these peasants ever want to see and live another daylight without have to fear the Dark One and his army.
Very few were selected by J2 to master the techniques of the Bow and Arrow. For in order to be one with the Bow, one must have a surging amount of mana, ready to explode and burst at will. One must be special. J2 specialises in seeing things no other man can see. He is able to sense and feel the power others possess. He sees the energy, like how others see the crushing waves of the ocean. The training of the Archery is done by his twin brother. With such accuracy and technique, one wonders if he was in fact, the reincarnation of the mythical legend Legolas. J4 laughed, everytime people hinted.
The swords and shields, and the bow and arrow, were made by the imperial blacksmith himself. Every sword, and every shield, and every bow, and every arrow were carefully made and labelled with the royal symbol. It was a sign of honour, a sign of victory and a sign of everything that the Jingaroes believed in and were fighting for.
This land they are standing upon, where they feed and breed, are worth more than their live. they were more than glad to serve it.
As the day turn to night, noisy routines turns to a quite night.
In a middle of Kuchalkive, Yu, Kai, Bala sat around burning logs and leaves, reporting on the day's happening to the King.
"The mens are becoming soldiers, and the womens are becoming mens!" expressed Bala. It has been a long day for him.
Many long days. . . Many more ahead. . .
He have gone to exile, to a land faraway where beasts and creatures of the night roam freely, even in the day. No man have ever return from the land without having to lose their minds.
There was no exceptions. Countless Sorcerers and Wizards have gone to the land of no return in hopes of acquiring magics and skill that no ordinary man could possess. What they possess though after, was insanity.
Back in a little town of Kuchalkive, defensive measures were taken to prevent an attack by the Dark Bomoh. The town of Kuchalkive stood at the edge of the fine kingdom of Egnaro. For you see, in order for the Dark Bomoh to penetrate through, it has to get pass Kuchalkive. Kuchalkive served as the 1st line of offence, and defence against the Evil forces.
I was there personally, to make sure the swords are sharp, and the shields are tough. I as the King of Egnaro, have to make sure that the line that we have set upon are ready to face any situation, be it flying pigs or farting cows. There was no room for error. WE HAVE TO BE READY.
As the ever shining sun shone right above us one day, Bala was having a rough time having to train the peasants in armed combat. For many, it has been the 1st time they have wield, or even see a sword and shield. Bala understood, that its up to him if these peasants ever want to see and live another daylight without have to fear the Dark One and his army.
Very few were selected by J2 to master the techniques of the Bow and Arrow. For in order to be one with the Bow, one must have a surging amount of mana, ready to explode and burst at will. One must be special. J2 specialises in seeing things no other man can see. He is able to sense and feel the power others possess. He sees the energy, like how others see the crushing waves of the ocean. The training of the Archery is done by his twin brother. With such accuracy and technique, one wonders if he was in fact, the reincarnation of the mythical legend Legolas. J4 laughed, everytime people hinted.
The swords and shields, and the bow and arrow, were made by the imperial blacksmith himself. Every sword, and every shield, and every bow, and every arrow were carefully made and labelled with the royal symbol. It was a sign of honour, a sign of victory and a sign of everything that the Jingaroes believed in and were fighting for.
This land they are standing upon, where they feed and breed, are worth more than their live. they were more than glad to serve it.
As the day turn to night, noisy routines turns to a quite night.
In a middle of Kuchalkive, Yu, Kai, Bala sat around burning logs and leaves, reporting on the day's happening to the King.
"The mens are becoming soldiers, and the womens are becoming mens!" expressed Bala. It has been a long day for him.
Many long days. . . Many more ahead. . .
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Heartless but True
There I stood from a distance, witnessing the whole event. Balajinga, in his ridiculous armour, lighting dry wood with an incantation. Thereafter he dropped them into the Forbidden Well, thinking that it was the entrance of my hideout. How I wished I could rip his heart out.
I managed to evacuate the innocents before doom met them; not the huge fire, no. Balajinga had awoken the dead by desecrating the Forbidden Well. The Forbidden Well was a monument of tragedy. It was where my dead loyal subjects were tortured to death; their hearts were spiked and then ripped out.
As with tradition, each one of them muttered the oath of injustice. They had to strengthen the ancient magic, which was still not in action. Within this land, no matter the ruler, an ancient piece of magic is set within. It acts as a talisman against corrupt kings.
But it had been tampered with by Jingaharris. It is there. I can feel it. But something of equal strength is suppressing its enchantments. The awakening of the dead is the first sign. Now they feign death, lying within the castle of Jingaharris. May he rest in pieces when they do to him what he did to me. They say I have no heart. Of course I don't. I too was subjected to the same torture at Forbidden Well.
It is time I call the old crowd. I will pay my cousin, Mandy Ginga, a visit at the old asylum. I need to regain my old powers. She will be able to summon the Oracle. The time is ripe to ease my people's suffering.
- Dark Bomoh
I managed to evacuate the innocents before doom met them; not the huge fire, no. Balajinga had awoken the dead by desecrating the Forbidden Well. The Forbidden Well was a monument of tragedy. It was where my dead loyal subjects were tortured to death; their hearts were spiked and then ripped out.
As with tradition, each one of them muttered the oath of injustice. They had to strengthen the ancient magic, which was still not in action. Within this land, no matter the ruler, an ancient piece of magic is set within. It acts as a talisman against corrupt kings.
But it had been tampered with by Jingaharris. It is there. I can feel it. But something of equal strength is suppressing its enchantments. The awakening of the dead is the first sign. Now they feign death, lying within the castle of Jingaharris. May he rest in pieces when they do to him what he did to me. They say I have no heart. Of course I don't. I too was subjected to the same torture at Forbidden Well.
It is time I call the old crowd. I will pay my cousin, Mandy Ginga, a visit at the old asylum. I need to regain my old powers. She will be able to summon the Oracle. The time is ripe to ease my people's suffering.
- Dark Bomoh
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Like fire, the news spreaded . . . .
"your majesty! your majesty!!"
"YOUR MAJESTY! THE DARK BOMOH IS BACK!"
J2, one of K.vH loyal followers, screamed at the top of his lungs as he barged-in to the main hall of the Castle where the King was having his entertainment.
"What do you mean, my loyal subject?" question the King.
"It was.. . . It was disastreous!"
"My scouts was passing by the area when he saw thick clouds of smoke harbouring in the air! "
"There were fire everywhere! Everything was burning! Our villages in the East have been destroyed! Your majesty, no one survived!"
King vH kept his silence while he listened to the tale brought upon by j2.
"The bodies. . They were all left without their hearts, my lord" said a familiar voice.
The voice belonged to a knight, donning bright shiny armour, like one that may have been polished to present himself before the king.
"I'm sorry my lord, for interrupting."
The Knight removed his helmet.
Its was Bala Murali, better known as J5. He was sent to a land faraway to further develop and hone his fighting skills.
And now, he is back, at a time no better then this, to fight and serve for his country.
"YOUR MAJESTY! THE DARK BOMOH IS BACK!"
J2, one of K.vH loyal followers, screamed at the top of his lungs as he barged-in to the main hall of the Castle where the King was having his entertainment.
"What do you mean, my loyal subject?" question the King.
"It was.. . . It was disastreous!"
"My scouts was passing by the area when he saw thick clouds of smoke harbouring in the air! "
"There were fire everywhere! Everything was burning! Our villages in the East have been destroyed! Your majesty, no one survived!"
King vH kept his silence while he listened to the tale brought upon by j2.
"The bodies. . They were all left without their hearts, my lord" said a familiar voice.
The voice belonged to a knight, donning bright shiny armour, like one that may have been polished to present himself before the king.
"I'm sorry my lord, for interrupting."
The Knight removed his helmet.
Its was Bala Murali, better known as J5. He was sent to a land faraway to further develop and hone his fighting skills.
And now, he is back, at a time no better then this, to fight and serve for his country.
Friday, October 19, 2007
The Fall From Grace
The Dark Bomoh. That's what the supporters of Jingaharris call me. Little do they know that two centuries ago I ruled the ancient land on which they roam.
On the fateful night of year 1843, I remembered washing my hair with Gingaro Shampoo when Jingaharris coerced the kingdom from my reign. That very night the dignity of the royal family, my family, was robbed by whom we considered an old family friend. He destroyed our culture and ancient language. Books were burnt, scholars were murdered and the presiding judges of our courts incarcerated. The race of my people were renamed from Gingaro to Jingaro.
I escaped death only by one account of Jingaharris' conscience. We were best friends since boyhood. Such treachery, as he discredited me. Some of my people forgot the peace I have maintained over the centuries and gave him their loyalty. Now, to them, I am the disrupter of peace, the killer of innocents and a cruel torturer...
On the fateful night of year 1843, I remembered washing my hair with Gingaro Shampoo when Jingaharris coerced the kingdom from my reign. That very night the dignity of the royal family, my family, was robbed by whom we considered an old family friend. He destroyed our culture and ancient language. Books were burnt, scholars were murdered and the presiding judges of our courts incarcerated. The race of my people were renamed from Gingaro to Jingaro.
I escaped death only by one account of Jingaharris' conscience. We were best friends since boyhood. Such treachery, as he discredited me. Some of my people forgot the peace I have maintained over the centuries and gave him their loyalty. Now, to them, I am the disrupter of peace, the killer of innocents and a cruel torturer...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)