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« Reply #30 on: October 12, 2012, 02:55:38 PM »

Yea, my brain cells are Rage Quitting life because they are crying from not being smarter than Paul. At best i say I am 1/100th as smart as Paul Smiley
If it was up to me, I would actually say I am 1/16th as smart as Paul.
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« Reply #31 on: October 12, 2012, 08:10:32 PM »

Yea, my brain cells are Rage Quitting life because they are crying from not being smarter than Paul. At best i say I am 1/100th as smart as Paul Smiley
If it was up to me, I would actually say I am 1/16th as smart as Paul.
It would go down to 1/32th since you don't know the fundamentals of physics.
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« Reply #32 on: October 14, 2012, 02:34:21 AM »

Another unedited installment in "The Tales of Shasour Soong"...  I'm sure it's chock full of typos.

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The captain's voice snapped him out of his daydream like cold water.
"They'd cast long shadows comin' from that direction", he chided.

Shasour started to explain but realized quickly that it was a joke
at his expense.  He refocused his attention.  To the west, the sea was
dark and the sky a deep purple-gray.  The storm clouds billowed above
it all like thick roiling smoke.  Shasour had the feeling of a tiny
sparrow before the hawk strikes.

"You'd better get back up an' help Pallon", said the captain.  And with
a wink, "Let me know the moment you sense a change in the weather." 
Before Shasour could move, Captain Martin clamped his hand on Shasour's
shoulder.  Leaning in close and at a whisper, "And my gut says that you
should keep an eye on the sky."

With that, the captain turned to shout some orders at another unsuspecting
crewman and Shasour quickly made his way up into the rigging to join Pallon.
They both lashed safety lines to the upper spars and waited, scanning
the horizon, lingering only on the coming darkness.

The winds were steady and the crew sat nearly motionless, transfixed for
an hour or more as they attempted to skirt the edge of the storm.  The only
sound was the creaks of the ropes and the lapping of the waves against the
wooden hull.  It grew closer with each passing minute and the leading calm
brought a dry chill.  Cold darkness covered the coming dawn as they were
enveloped.

It began quietly, at first.  Like seeds slowly dropped into a bucket, the
drops came pock-pock on the decks and brass fixtures.  Then with the sound
of waves crashing against a shore the rain fell like sheets, drowning out
all other sound.  Within minutes every surface was slick and the men were
soaked to the bone.  The Dragonfish began to rock violently.

Crack!  Lightening arced high in the clouds above them, casting a colorless
light all around.  Pallon and Shasour could see the men below scurrying silently
like small animals trying to gather in the sails and tie down anything that
came loose.  The two avians did their best to watch the skies while holding on
for dear life.

Crack!  Shasour was blinded for a second by an electric bolt in the sky.
Bright white dots obscured his vision as he tried to blink them away.  In the
blueish-yellow after-image burned into his eyes, he could clearly see the
dark silhouette of a winged ship.

He tried to shout down to the captain, to warn them, but the storm swallowed
all sound.  Trying to decide what to do next, he paused and scanned the decks
and rigging.  Almost without thinking, he jumped off his perch.  Pallon tried
to grab him but missed by inches.

Shasour hit the end of his safety tether with a jolt and started to swing
towards the stern.  In a flash, he had his dagger out and sliced the line
cleanly through.  Momentum carried him further towards the back of the ship
and for a second he was flying.  His wind was knocked out of him as he caught one
of the lower spars in his stomach, doubling over it.  Barely able to breathe,
he slid slowly off the slick rounded wood, bouncing off the spar below before
landing in a heap on the deck.

The captain and one of the other men were beside him in an instant, trying to
help him to his feet.  Shasour grabbed the collar of the captain's rain slick
and pulled himself up close.  Gnashing his teeth through the pain, he pointed
to the sky and said "airships" before his knees buckled again.  He fell back
to the deck.

Captain Martin laid his hand gently on the top of Shasour's head before heading
off, leaving him lying on the damp boards.  The avian watched through blurred
vision as the captain personally delivered the information around to the crew.  All
eyes were on the sky now.

Moments passed.  Shasour tried to catch his breath.

They saw the light first.  An eery blue glow barely visible through the clouds,
faint lightning bolts in the deep murk.  As the sky vessels got closer, the
crew could clearly see the magic electrical energies shooting out from the thrust
pods of three large airships, occasionally arcing underneath and between the
vessels.  The aura of power gave the crew goosebumps as the static electricity
charged the air.

Thin black lines cut across the night sky and attached to the Dragonfish.
Tiny harpoon tethers snaring their prey.  The crew scrambled to cut through
the lines as quickly as they appeared but it was futile.  The ropes began to
tangle in the ship's rigging, pinning the Dragonfish to its attackers like a
fly in a web.

The ship listed sharply to port as the lines grew taut.  Shasour frantically
grabbed onto a knotted rope as he slid across the deck.  Two other crewmen
were not lucky enough to find handholds and were swept over the rail into the
ink-black sea.

The airships were clearly visible now.  Three black hulks, not unlike the Dragonfish,
floating in the sky on a magic aura.  The sails were configured all around like the
fins of a fish.

Shasour felt the decks heave as the ship was raised several feet under the pull
of the webbing.  The center mast snapped like a twig and the ship crashed back
down with a shudder.  In the lightning streaked sky, Shasour saw his fellow avian
plunge into the sea, tethered helplessly to the smashed timber.

The crew fell to panic as the captain attempted to rally whomever he could.
The larger fighters were at his side readying for a last stand and Shasour pulled
himself over to them.  With all the strength he could muster, he bit through his
pain and stood with them, dagger drawn.  He suddenly felt like one of the crew
in a way he never had before.  He couldn't save Pallon, or the long-dead avian
children, but he would defend these men to the death.

Some of the panicked crew were shamed into action by his display; The fragile
and broken avian rallying to their captain.  They picked up whatever weapons
they could find among the heaving decks and formed ranks beside the other men.

The attack came like rain but they were ready.

Dark-clad swordsmen came sliding down the tethers, dropping and rolling into
a crouch on the decks.  One in each hand, their curved swords moved like some
kind of circular slicing death machine as the attackers danced ever closer.

They hit the Dragonfish crew with a clanging crash and were temporarily repelled.
The crew fought tenaciously, occasionally clustering into groups, defending each
other back to back.  They felled three attackers in the first wave before
being enveloped again.

The pain had left Shasour now and was replaced with a general numbness.  Adrenaline
was making his blood rush through his ears like a throbbing battle drum.  His
light-footedness allowed him to dart through the battle like a small bird, his dagger
lashing out and drawing blood wherever it struck.  Slicing the jugular of a distracted
attacker here or ducking under an attack to plunge his dagger under another's rib cage
there.

Through skill, bravery, and a lot of luck, the crew had managed to decimate the
sword-wielding attackers while only sustaining injuries. 

The worst was yet to come.
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« Reply #33 on: October 14, 2012, 11:24:42 AM »

Nothing like reading a story when you get up in the morning. Good work Paul.  Smiley
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« Reply #34 on: November 08, 2012, 03:20:41 AM »

The next rough installment...

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Ropes and splintered timber came crashing down to the decks, scattering the
crew.  Shasour looked up to see a handful of looming shadows descending towards
them.  Large creatures were being lowered down from the airships above and they
were using their giant clubs to knock masts and rigging out of their way.

"Dreadhulks!", he shouted.

The avian began to hear his own breathing as he fought down panic.  He looked
around and found the captain attempting to rally his men back to order.  A
few of the fighters and several of the regular crew had managed to reorganize.
Shasour caught up to them just as the first giant lizard hit the deck with
an echoing thud.  

The lizard men moved slowly and deliberately towards them, smashing bits of
ship and rigging out of the way like twigs.  Ten foot tall at the shoulders,
these lumbering hulks would make quick work of the crew.  Even one of these
beasts would have been too much to handle.

Captain Martin wiped the rain from his face with his sleeve as he contemplated
their situation.  Shasour recognized the look of a man defeated but cornered.
Dangerous and desperate plans played across the captain's eyes.

"Everyone down below", he shouted, "use their size against them!"

Even in the din of the pouring rain, enough men heard the orders that they
began to quickly find whatever hatch or stairway was closest.  The large
lizard beastmen were too large to follow.  The crew that made it below
regrouped in the dark ahead of the powder room and listened.

The rain was quieter down here, a dull roar on the aching deck timbers.  Creaks
and groans echoed through the beams as the giant hulks moved above.  The even
tempoed plodding was only punctuated by the occasional scream or crunch of
flesh and bones as the less lucky of the crew met their fate.

The survivors hid and waited.

The captain rubbed the joist above his head, looking around as if saying
good-bye to an old friend.  "This was a good ship", he said to no one in
particular.  Shasour thought the other man might have stifled a sob but
it was too dark to know for sure.  He looked right at Shasour and asked
a question that took the avian by surprise.

"Mr. Soong", he asked calmly, "Do you think you could find our location
on a map?"

Shasour was confused for a moment but reached out his senses anyway.  He
tried to remember the last landmarks, the currents in the air and sea,
the position of the stars the night before.  He formed a picture in his
mind.

"Yessir", Shasour responded, "within a few leagues at least."

"That'll have to do then", said the captain.  "Alright lads, if we're going
to get out of this alive I need you ta' listen close.  And it's a threadbare
plan, to be sure, so say a prayer as well."

He pulled a hatchet from a hook on the wall and handed it to the largest of
the fighting men.

With whatever cheer the captain could muster, he order, "Go below and cut
us an exit, Mr. Folger.  The rest of you find whatever you can carry that
floats.  We'll be disembarking at Mr. Folger's pleasure."  With mock seriousness
he added, "Above the water line, please, Mr. Folger."

Captain Martin turned to the rest and continued, "I'll be needing three volunteers to
stay and slow those things down."  

Shasour started to sidle over but the captain stopped him, "Not you Mr. Soong.  
We need your head firmly attached to your neck this time."

Three of the remaining fighting men quickly volunteered.  The rest followed
in the footsteps of Jolin Folger and headed below.  The large fighter was
already smashing into the boards as hard and fast as his strength would
allow.  The old wood gave slowly under his blows.

The rest of them grabbed whatever boards and empty casks were handy and waited.

Above them they could hear the captain and his men lead the giant lizards
on a wild chase through the gun decks.  The frustrated screams of the
dreadhulks were both chilling and satisfying.  From the sounds of smashing
wood, there wouldn't be much deck left for hiding before long.

The back end of a cannon broke through the ceiling near them with a smash.
It hung precariously before breaking through and embedding itself in the
floor beside the men.  They looked at each other grimly but were unaffected.

Still they waited.

Jolin Folger was making headway.  He had broken through to the outside and a
small rough-hewn hole began to grow larger.  The huddling men could feel
the cool breeze of the night air and blown-in rain started to splash in
around them.

Shasour hung tightly to his barrel, hoping it would keep him afloat when the
time came.  In all his time aboard ship, he'd never learned to swim.

The hole was getting large enough for the smaller of them to fit through.
Jolin rested as some of the smaller men picked their way over the splinters
to lower themselves quietly into the water.  They swam away silently in the
choppy sea, occasionally looking over their shoulder to see the battle above
them.  Shasour hung back.

Jolin shrugged and continued his work.  There were now less than half a dozen crew
awaiting escape.

The battle above them grew less frantic.  No more shouting was heard from
the captain and his meager fighting force.  The only sound was the lumbering
of the death hulks.  The pit of Shasour's stomach felt bottomless.

The chopping stopped and the axe fell to the floor.  Shasour looked up to
see a hole big enough for Jolin to fit through and the larger man was
already lowering himself into the water.  The few remaining crew members
gathered in a loose line, wind and rain pelting them as they waited.

When the last of them fled through the hole, Shasour timidly made his way
over and stood at the edge.  He could no longer hear the noise above, only
the pounding of blood in his ears.  The cold rain cut him like tiny knives
and the sea looked as if it would swallow him whole.  

He wanted to run back into the ship and die fighting, to find the captain
and make a stand.  It had to be better than drowning, he thought.  

Memories of being broken against a dreadhulk's club and thrown through the
air flooded his memory.  Old pains reawakened and he was suddenly frozen
stiff in indecision.  The world moved in slow motion.

There was a noise behind him and he mustered the courage to turn.  It was
the captain.  

Bloodied, beaten, and broken, the captain came running up and pushed Shasour
out of the hole without a word.  The cold rain hit him like ice as he smashed
ungracefully into the warmer sea.  His breath left him and he struggled to
hold onto his wet and slippery barrel.  

Finally getting one arm draped over the barrel he stopped to look back.
Captain Martin was right behind him, swimming with one arm, the other
trailing him limply.

"Swim away like your life depends on it, Mr. Soong!", shouted the captain, "Because it
does!"  

Edit: replaced Deathhulks with Dreadhulks because I consistently typed it wrong in this part of the story.
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« Reply #35 on: November 08, 2012, 04:25:22 AM »

Pfft Paul just start writing books as a job.... that was amazing for me. Captivated me the whole way through and i imagined it all in my head, it reminded me on a tintin book i had read long ago just because of the captain :] if you end up puting 20 books this detailed into mythruna it will be amazing yet alone more books like i expect you plan Tongue
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« Reply #36 on: November 08, 2012, 05:27:03 AM »

Very nice Smiley now they just need to wash up on a small island with a nice little town....full of secrets lol
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« Reply #37 on: November 08, 2012, 06:18:06 AM »

wow. maybe you really should put some of these out as books. after Mythruna is released of course  Wink
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« Reply #38 on: November 08, 2012, 12:25:04 PM »

wow. maybe you really should put some of these out as books. after Mythruna is released of course  Wink

Yeah, it's always in the back of my head to maybe do that if they ever amount to much.  Self publishing on Amazon is really easy... so presuming I can get them edited into shape someday then there's really no reason not to do it.
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« Reply #39 on: November 08, 2012, 12:26:00 PM »

Oh, and thanks for the kind words, everyone. Smiley  It makes it more likely to get another installment.
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« Reply #40 on: November 08, 2012, 12:33:30 PM »

wow. maybe you really should put some of these out as books. after Mythruna is released of course  Wink

Yeah, it's always in the back of my head to maybe do that if they ever amount to much.  Self publishing on Amazon is really easy... so presuming I can get them edited into shape someday then there's really no reason not to do it.
well if you ever want help with editing, i'm told i'm very good at english/writing  Wink
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« Reply #41 on: December 08, 2012, 01:20:15 PM »

well if you ever want help with editing, i'm told i'm very good at english/writing  Wink
Same here. I stopped programming in year 8 of school (I was about 12) and have since lost any knack for coding I once had but I'd love to find any way to be a part of this project. I'm quite proud of my own writings and a lot of people who've seen my work have enjoyed it. I'd be happy ecstatic honoured to help edit your writings, more so to possibly provide some myself. I'll be happy to show you some of my work if you want.
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« Reply #42 on: December 08, 2012, 01:34:41 PM »

well if you ever want help with editing, i'm told i'm very good at english/writing  Wink
Same here. I stopped programming in year 8 of school (I was about 12) and have since lost any knack for coding I once had but I'd love to find any way to be a part of this project. I'm quite proud of my own writings and a lot of people who've seen my work have enjoyed it. I'd be happy ecstatic honoured to help edit your writings, more so to possibly provide some myself. I'll be happy to show you some of my work if you want.

Go ahead and call me confused, but you said you stopped programming when you were 12? How old are you now
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« Reply #43 on: December 08, 2012, 01:38:04 PM »

I'm 19.
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« Reply #44 on: December 08, 2012, 01:42:10 PM »

I'm 19.
lol random, im 12 Smiley
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