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  • in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #431

    Ooops… All that farting was as exhausting as being in labour, thought the mummy.

    (What!? no farting mummy icon :yahoo_rolling_eyes: )

    in reply to: Talks on the latest Instalments #1452
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      Wowowow Tracy!! What’s that about Sam being 123? :yahoo_surprise: Malvina’s Dragon Rookery # 298

      :yahoo_tongue:

      in reply to: Rafaela’s Random Ramblings #1860
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        that’s not random… it’s a code.

        in reply to: Join me for a gourd of langoat milk…… #1389
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          — Without tea!!!!

          oh bugger off :))

          in reply to: Synchronicity #1565
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            Well just roaming the web I found that link to asaris people :

            Asari on Wikipedia

            and they say :

            A typical asari individual has a blue and/or green complexion.

            look at the Asaris — The blue men’s world — by Írtak

            And they also say that : Despite their small military size, their flagship, the Destiny Ascension, is the most powerful warship ever constructed.

            Are they also ascended :))

            in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #360

            A trip to Salitre? Dory had asked them to come with her and see the pyramid… well what she thought was a pyramid.

            Yann had been thinking about that for a few days now… he wanted to see it now.
            He would wait, the time wasn’t here yet.

            — Oh Arona!

            The cat had jumped onto his lap, quite affectionately she was purring and lying trustfully. He was amazed at her letting go and allowance.
            He smiled distracted of all his thoughts.

            in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #422

            — The Murtuane seems different than the last time I came, said Salome.
            — Yes it is. People are changing it. It is becoming like a planet, spherical in a way. Badul is currently exploring its roundness.
            — Hahaha, Badul, yes.

            Salome smiled wryly.

            — And there are these 2 other potentials, emerging too. The Duane I think is physically inserted already, on the opposite side of the sun… wasn’t it called Alienor last time we came here?
            — Hehehe, you’re right… and there is that third planet, the Phrëal… a bit less physically focused. It’s trajectory is quite different from the 2 others. And in a few days it will merge with the Murtuane. That’s the reason of our presence here I think.

            Salome looked at Georges, amused. Malvina’s energy was calling them. Tea time.

            :tile:

            in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #421

            As soon as Dory had said goodbye, Georges had felt her presence fade out. He was glad he’d met her.
            Once she was gone, he heard the voice of his beloved one… he had felt her coming for quite some time but she wasn’t very focused yet.

            — Hello my lynxounet!
            — Hahaha! How are you Salome? Long time no see :yahoo_big_grin:

            in reply to: Araili’s Historical and Geographical Musings #1849
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              Asaris — The blue men’s world — by Írtak

              The race of the blue men was originating from a far off star system they called Asaris in a dimension quite different from the ones of Quintin and of Malvina.
              Their connection with us is quite interesting in that they have managed to project aspects of themselves in other dimensions and give them shapes. One blue man, in a manner of speaking, may be the “result” of a common projection by several inhabitants of Asaris, merged aspects and common intent. They can be associated with pop-ins in a way, or with energy exchange, but the action is different.

              While projecting, they are aware of their own focus in Asaris and of the other focuses they are projecting in other dimensions. Some of them can do that in many dimensions… I’ve not yet been able to really understand the process and how they can maintain the focuses… but that is filtered through my current understanding of the process. While different focuses of essences are “independent”, the projections of the blue men are quite connected to their originating point in Asaris.

              Andrimiñ is one of them. One of the participating essence is connected to Blöhmul who also have focuses in the other dimensions. In him I feel also the essence Tomkin.

              in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #420
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                Sam had been feeling crap for several days now, and though it was very uncomfortable, he also felt it was for him to pay attention to what he was doing. He also knew he wasn’t alone doing this; many other energies were present and doing their own explorations.

                No separation.

                He was feeling that more and more. No separation between his focuses, and with his counterparts also, and with every focus and every aspect of consciousness.
                It felt very odd, and he was quite having a hard time trying to sort all this out or clarify what he was doing; what was himself, or what wasn’t, though it was :yahoo_at_wits_end:

                Well better not to think too hard of it — the usual way of thinking was quite unable to translate now. He would have to create his own thought patterns and find ways to communicate with others differently. :weather-showers: :weather-storm: :weather-snow: :weather-overcast: :weather-few-clouds: :weather-few-clouds-night: :weather-clear:

                Most important was his own perception of self and what he was able to create, what was all this judgment thing about? He still couldn’t understand… all the intricacies of it.

                in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #419

                Arthur, the bald eagle was flying quite high above the land… he was unnoticed but was here.

                He was following a raft drifting along with the current of Self River… He could see far in the distance… and could hear a tiny goaty voice

                What no bald eagle icon!?

                in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #418

                She was swimming swiftly in the cold water of the frozen zone. Baaneke was quite young by her people standards. She was also quite adventurous though inexperienced. Very curious about the beings of the other side, those who had chosen to dwell on the dry parts of this world. She was quite amused at their clumsiness whenever they fell in the ocean.

                She was aware of her flock in the distance. The clarity of the water, its coldness made the clicks and the clacks even sharper. Their language had many subtleties and it was fluctuating with the vibrational quality of the waters in which they were generated. The further you were from the source, the more distorted it could be. Though it was quite precise and with some experience it was easy to focus on the energy and not the translation into sounds. But Baaneke wasn’t so easy peasy with this focus.

                Her long body was rather slim and her color was smorgle barnished sand. She was very proud of it, and found herself quite attractive. The young male were often brömding at her… a bit rude, but she was feeling a huge satisfaction :yahoo_blushing:

                She’d been following the strange floating structures for a few days now. The ancients called them : “sshiieap”.
                She was fascinated by the beings on it… they were so awkward and it seemed to her they took great care of not diving into the waters… How odd of them, it was so easy moving in there, more easy than outside where it was so dry and windy.

                She was aware of some signal in one of the shiieap, and she was curious about it. It was quite familiar to her.

                in reply to: Synchronicity #1566
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                  :yahoo_rofl:

                  If you can make money with them that’d be wonderful :bounce:

                  in reply to: Rafaela’s Random Ramblings #1857
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                    I think so, where are your random ramblings?

                    in reply to: Synchronicity #1561
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                      what!? no backatcha icon???

                      :yahoo_hypnotized:

                      in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #411

                      The mummy farted…
                      Oops… how was that possible? :yahoo_praying:

                      Oops, it farted again!

                      in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #407

                      The mummy was having some difficulties to see through the bandages… and the dim light wasn’t helping either… the colors were weird too.. the quality of the air seemed different too… everything seemed different.

                      Who was she? Was she a she? She had difficulties to remember too.

                      Aspen F…?

                      in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #405

                      The mummy opened her eyes.

                      She had that uncomfortable feeling… hunger that’s it… she was very hungry.

                      :yahoo_skull:

                      She wondered a moment how to open the sarcophagus and just imagined it open.

                      She went out slowly… regaining slowly her bodily sensations.

                      in reply to: Circle of Eights, Stories #401

                      The Yellow Princess Chapter Book — Part I

                      The singing birds awoke her. She was feeling numb for a few days and was wondering what was happening to her. Princess Atiara, often called the Yellow Princess was 20, a very important age among her people. She was the heir of Landgurdy, the richest of the 7 remaining Warring Kingdoms. Her father, the Yellow King Namiarad Tschãõ, had organised a birthday party for her. Inviting all the warring clans of Landgurdy and some of their allies among the other Warring Kingdoms.

                      Though she couldn’t calm that waruki, or bad feeling… something was going to happen… and it was not something pleasant.

                      in reply to: Araili’s Historical and Geographical Musings #1846
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                        The legend of The Weaving Princess

                        Once upon a time, in the Warring Kingdom of Landgurdy, lived the Yellow Princess Atiara. She was living with her father, the Yellow King of Landgurdy in the Subtle Palace of Aram Ardun, the capital.

                        The day of Her 20 th birthday was a very special day. As for any normal citizen of the Warring Kindgom, it was the day She fully became an adult. And furthermore, it was the day of Her wedding with the man to whom she was betrothed the day of her 12 th birthday, Prince Shomar At Gurna from the War Clan Gurna Drom.

                        The Yellow King had organized a sumptuous banquet in the Palace, and although the people of Landgurdy was not invited in the Palace, many banquets had been set all around the country. Only the War Clanners of Landgurdy were to be admitted in Her presence in this most special day.

                        At the very moment of the blessing by the Priest of Tatasi, the slaughter had already been perpetrated. The treacherous War Clanner Namad Gurdin had made an agreement with the Warring Kingdom of Cromash Tur. One of them had been replaced by the Assassin Varad Romash Karad Din, Master of this infamous Guild. Cromash Tur had sworn that very day would be the end of the Landgurdy. And it was. Many had tried to unfold the mystery of the sudden death of all the War Clanners and the Nobles present at that moment. The fact is that they were all found dead by the servants who were intrigued by the silence following the blessing… No wound, no trace of poison. The death of all these people remains a mystery.

                        Though, two were missing. The Assassin, and the Yellow Princess.

                        Cromash Tur’s army invaded the Landgurdy shortly after that… No resistance encountered, no more War Clanners to assure the safety of the land.

                        Though Cromash Tur’s Warlord always denied having captured the Yellow Princess, she was supposed held captive in an unknown shadowy place of the Marshes of Doom.

                        The Death Guards were keeping an eye on her, and every cloth, every dish, every book that was given to her was meticulously checked. Nothing was to bear the slightest trace of yellow. According to the legend, her family was famous with their use of this magic color, one of their most powerful talent was the control of the weather pattern, and the King of Cromash Tur feared strongly she would use her power to destroy his Kingdom if She could see a yellow dot.

                        The Marshes of Doom were so grey and shadowy, she could never see any trace of yellow there.

                        (to be continued)

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