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Hello to all, hugs, kisses and flowers, as usual. 
Back from a business trip. Currently translating my short novel for posting tomorrow or Saturday, I hope.
I don't suppose that one of you guys happens to be a translator by trade (French to English) perchance?
What did I miss these last four days?
Hello to all, hugs, kisses and flowers, as usual.
Back from a business trip. Currently translating my short novel for posting tomorrow or Saturday, I hope.
I don't suppose that one of you guys happens to be a translator by trade (French to English) perchance?
What did I miss these last four days?
Not a whole lot. More of the same. Apparently a another patch is on it's way. Who knows when. Can't wait til you put up the story. Welcome back!
ive been suspended and cannot for the olife of me remember where the group forum was.. Couldve sworn it was more than 4 pages though..Did i miss somehting?
ive been suspended and cannot for the olife of me remember where the group forum was.. Couldve sworn it was more than 4 pages though..Did i miss somehting?
did you find us yet?
http://forum.bioware...players/page-95
Guys, I got another business trip in Geneva these next three days, still working for the Dream.
I don't have the time to type my short story (only three pages or so but still...).
Perhaps I could send a scan of it to you guys?
If you would be so kind, please send me an email to maeltostain@gmail.com with your email addresses and I'll send a cc email to all interested as soon as I'm able.
I think I already have Cyan, Peregrinus, Sylveria and a few other addresses.
Love you all .
See you in three days.
don't even think I've checked my email in the last 6 months... I hardly use it.
sheesh. That's pretty much all I use. email and google +
when I first wrote my not so little story, in ch4 the capital city's fortress was destroyed by an airship, and I couldn't decide if the royal navy is a air or ocean fairing force, so I called the airship a prototype and never said if it was a one-off, or just the most advanced airship in the fleet... and I never really gave it a second thought, as I stopped writing it 2 chapters later, so do you guys think it would be better or worse for there to be airborne fleets flying around in my book?
I guess it all depends on what you are going for. Having flying ships would make it more fantastic but only having a handful can be an interesting story element too.
I guess it all depends on what you are going for. Having flying ships would make it more fantastic but only having a handful can be an interesting story element too.
fleets was a bit of an exaggeration, I was thinking more like the choice between one (as in the only airship in existence, a one-off) or a handful. as they'd be expensive to produce, crew & maintain.
I just thought it would be an interesting side story to your overall arc. Who created it, Who provided the financial support for such a massive project, Why was it so expensive to produce? Who ended up being the Captain of the vessel, etc.. Stuff like that.
As promised and much delayed, my short story. Please be gentle, it's my first time. 
To all readers: PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION WRITTEN IN 1995. DON'T PESTER ME WITH REAL WORLD PROBLEMS. THANK YOU.
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The following lines were found in the Vatican library, in a wax-sealed, weathered black box, under the Latin mention: “Nolite unquam aperire”
NEVER TO BE OPENED
In vino veritas
‘Not bad at all, don’t you think’, said in a satisfied tone, Markos the Phrygian merchant.
As he said that, Markos got his huge body up from the wood bench he was worrying with his weight, which creaked and groaned in vain protestation.
A big, lanky man, his face heavily creased by desert winds and the worries of life, he faced his 10/90 partner, Yvis and said:
‘You know, we could market that as the lifetime work of an old sage -Greek as usual- who perfected these basic life principles over his long ascetic life. Commerce excepted, of course’, he laughed
‘Good idea but don’t you think we could make each client believe that it was written par a man of his tribe? Could be better for us, said Yvis.
‘You’re were always a sly old fox, Yvis, laughed Markos, Sold! (hi, hi)’.
‘I’ll be curious to know who the real author is, though’
‘Humpf!’ , harrumphed Markos,’ Just a little a poor little student I swindled last year. He wrote that to cover his debts but philosophy will never pay for ten crates of fine date-liquor, you know.’
Markus clapped. A scrawny slave appeared, wearing a black and red livery and bowed deeply.
‘Naron, make sure these get translated in Greek, Egyptian, Assyrian, Phrygian, ad in the languages of the Northern Celts. Ah, and don’t forget to carve a copy in Hebrew. I know of an enfranchised Jew who became very rich. I‘ll bring the stuff to him during my yearly travel in Egypt’, said Markos
And that’s how in the year 1260 before the Coming of the Sacred Son of the Lord, and approximately ten years after Moses has led his people out of Egypt, Markos’ caravan set forth towards the Land of the Pharaohs. They took the long desert road which crossed the Sinai Peninsula.
The Sinai Peninsula where, at the same time, were wandering Moses and his People. The People was starting to wonder if they really had made the smart choice by opting for Wandering instead of Slavery. Some were even thinking that it was past time to thank the ‘Enlightened One’ for his services.
Said Enlightened One, on his side, was asking himself - like a lot of men before him and a whole lot more after- if His God had finally forsaken him. (‘Eli! Eli! Lammma sabactane !’ was he clamoring. And all that).
And that’s in this -slightly- sacrilegious state of mind that Moses started his ascent of Mount Sinai, face turned towards the fulminating storm clouds slowly rolling around the summit of the mountain.
Markos was ascending too, a lot more gaily. Maybe it was because he was using the East mountain path which was practicable by horse and was therefore riding a fine mount, or maybe because he never had another God than money, and from this One, he had never expected anything.
END OF PART ONE
‘Beautiful land isn’t it, Yvis? A tad sinister for me but pretty anyway. You’ll see from up there, you’re looking down on all the flatlands below, it’s impressive, chatted Markos.
‘I don’t think we’ll see anything honestly, boss, whined Yvis, with that kind of storm coming, it’s almost as dark as a full night. By the time we’ll reach the top, this blasted desert will be as dark as the inside of my old, much used boots. Come to think of that, have you given any thought about the raise I asked you……
‘Maybe. Yeah, I think you’re right, Markos interrupted, let’s pick up the pace a little. I know of a cave near the summit where we’ll be able to find shelter when the rain starts.
Markos spurred his horse ahead. The beast dutifully started trotting towards the summit.
And it is now time for the third protagonist of this story to enter. As Markos started heading towards the aforementioned cave, he was leaving it, sword in hand, followed by two scores rugged ruffians and callous cutthroats armed to the teeth.
They belonged mostly to the race that will one day constitute the Bedouin people, savage and noble desert nomads. Dark-skinned and wearing wide black and blue burnouses, they were plying their modest trade from the Red to the Mediterranean Sea, without much thought or ambition. Their leader, another big lanky man, was called Achmed and was a lot smarter than his men, having spotted Markos’ caravan from his cave refuge for four days.
‘Charge’, simply said Achmed.
And they did.
It was a very classical massacre: the bandits easily slaughtered the caravan, the men being more accustomed to guiding camels and other beasts of burden than to fighting. Markos gave a good account of himself however. The old merchant killed several of his assailants before being impaled by Achmed’s scimitar.
His mount followed him in its fall, letting the carved stone tablets he kept in his saddle bags spill upon the rocky ground.
The bandits looted their loot and loaded it on their few mounts, along with the bodies of animals and men. Indeed, the road ahead of them was long and difficult as they were now heading to Memphis to sell their new-found riches and spend some nights in gallant company.
After they left, the storm redoubled, the rain washing the blood from the rocks and lightning crowning the summit in its blue glory.
Moses, wet as a frog, was just finishing his Ascent to the summit, swearing and talking to himself:
‘All this mewing veal and bleating sheep crying and lamenting at the bottom of this bloody mountain! Bunch of illiterates that believe that three drops of rain and four lightning bolts are a sign of God!
All right, it doesn’t rain every day in this Land, I’ll give the bunch of idiots that, but that’s no reason to force an old man like me and his arthritis to climb this rotten pimple in the middle of bloody nowhere!
Speak to me of a nice pyramid, a mansion close to the Nile… not this blasted...’
Before him, Moses discovered Markos’ tablets, scattered on the bare rock. Intrigued, but still in a fool mood, Moses bent over and picked one.
‘You shall not kill’, the text began in Hebrew.
Moses read the tablet, turned it over, picked the next one with feverish frenzy, read it, tossed it aside, picked another, read the whole ten.
Despite the intense cold and lashing rain, he was sweating:
‘But that’s The Solution To. All. (My). Troubles! , Moses articulated. Ten years, ten years that I had to support and tolerate these sheep who expect me to solve all their petty problems, from marital issues to camel thievery!
Now, at last, I’m guaranteed a golden retirement as Beloved Prophet of His People!
Bright and smart as I know them to be, seeing these little tablets, brought back by yours truly from the mountain, they ‘ll think this is the Word of God, carved especially for them on neat stone tablets.
Of course, I’ll have to fatten it a little, yes, laws and laws and laws, how they love their laws. But that’s a good start.
It will be the Ten Commandments, the word of Yahve to his people’
A the exact time Moses finally finished his disheveled tirade, lightning stroke the very summit of the mountain just a few dozen feet way, almost stunning him.
The old man, drenched and dizzy, picked the tablets, erased Markos’ seal on each one, using a rough stone, and started his descent, laughing to himself and rubbing his hands in self-satisfaction.
‘Eh, Eh, God works in mysterious ways his wonders to perform, eh, eh, eh, thought Moses.
A sepulchral voice boomed high above Mont Sinai, troubling the veil of rain and echoing far deep into the valley:
You bet, Sonny, you bet' [or 'Let me note that, Son, let me note that'.]
Mael/Ashen
Modifié par Ashen Nedra, 02 mars 2015 - 12:33 .
Aaaahh forgot the last paragraph!!! damn it
Blasphemer! 
jk
An incredible alternative view to biblical history as I know it.
Blasphemer!
An incredible alternative view to biblical history as I know it.
'Gentle iconoclastie' or something was the commentary of the Catholic priest in charge of my school at the time. I guess people don't really change.
thank you!
just fyi, being ill has slowed down my writing, I might get back to it within the next few days. my mind is still a bit muddy, and I'm rewriting this story mostly from memory, or at least till I get past chapter 6 (I've just started ch2 btw).
You have reached your quota of positive votes for the day
Well, I'm late to the party (what else is new?) so it will take me a while to play catch up on everyone's work I'm afraid. So far I've only read Ashen's stellar work, which I am thoroughly enjoying.
Anyway, it's the time of year when I decide *this* year I'll polish something for submission- only this time I don't believe myself one bit so have opted for parking something online as a goal instead, since the very thought of my work going public makes me break out in hives.
But it's done now, well chapter one is up on Goodreads god help me. So if you want to look, feel free. I judge it far too smutty for this forum -yes, even in the first chapter - and it is LGBT so you have fair warning lol!
ETA I had to bloody well hand code all the italics in there in the end lol! Rethinking Goodreads as a hosting site now lol!
Well, I'm late to the party (what else is new?) so it will take me a while to play catch up on everyone's work I'm afraid. So far I've only read Ashen's stellar work, which I am thoroughly enjoying.
Anyway, it's the time of year when I decide *this* year I'll polish something for submission- only this time I don't believe myself one bit so have opted for parking something online as a goal instead, since the very thought of my work going public makes me break out in hives.
But it's done now, well chapter one is up on Goodreads god help me. So if you want to look, feel free. I judge it far too smutty for this forum -yes, even in the first chapter - and it is LGBT so you have fair warning lol!
ETA I had to bloody well hand code all the italics in there in the end lol! Rethinking Goodreads as a hosting site now lol!
Where is it Luna? how do I use the site and find your work? is it under your real name? and thanks for the praise.
The praise is well deserved Ashen Nedra, I'm loving that story..hint hint..more please lol!
I have been informed that you need to be a Goodreads member to view the page (thanks Peregrinus) and since I am, it never occurred to me that others would have issues finding it.
So... I'm setting up a webpage...when it's live I'll post the link, I'll probably have it up and running later today so you can be disturbed by the workings of my mind then.
On a less disturbing note, I've been inspired to pick up the sci fi novel I started last year and having re read what's done, I'm kind of buzzed.
The praise is well deserved Ashen Nedra, I'm loving that story..hint hint..more please lol!
I have been informed that you need to be a Goodreads member to view the page (thanks Peregrinus) and since I am, it never occurred to me that others would have issues finding it.
So... I'm setting up a webpage...when it's live I'll post the link, I'll probably have it up and running later today so you can be disturbed by the workings of my mind then.
On a less disturbing note, I've been inspired to pick up the sci fi novel I started last year and having re read what's done, I'm kind of buzzed.
I do have one account. I hadn't filled in my date of birth, so...it was blocked.
Just finished reading it. You naughty, naughty girl, you. Very well written! Reminded me a little of Richard Morgan's A Land Fit for Heroes and its human/elf love scenes.
Do you know of it?
You stopped at the preliminaries though.
As for my short story, it is finished. Very short story, I know.
I hope you didn't read the version when I had forgotten the last two paragraphs...The whole point of the story was the ending. Silly me and my writer's nerves for forgetting it in my initial post. It's fixed now.
Haha! Oh it goes well past that, believe me, and only gets naughtier lol! I think all up there is 40k done, but it isn't finished yet so it'll end up closer to 70k or more like 90 once I revise it a few times. There is just no way I am putting more up on that site since I had to go back and do the whole thing for the italics. He thinks a lot, poor captive petal that he is and I just don't have the patience for this hand coding malarky.
I really should have done the website ages ago,but well life.
Glad you liked it though. I'm fond of Pat, he has a counterpart Tristan in a companion novel- the first chapter of that is even smuttier, and that one is in finished first draft stage. I am prolific, just not inclined to revisions you see lol!
And now you have me scurrying to find A Land Fit For Heroes because I do love me a bit of elf loving! I hope this one is on kindle though,you've already made me buy one more paperback with that Crichton rec- my bookshelves are groaning at the very thought!
I'll go back and find the ending of your story now.
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