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BrentRichards

11-19-2007, 10:47 PM

Hey Friends -

Our dear friend Pablo has warned by via PM that if I didn't show my face to give some news, he'd start a thread to make some up on my behalf ... which struck me as a real possibility, so ...

I have not dropped off the face of the earth, or miraculously become straight, or anything of the kind ... Just with all the transitions, I'm a bit out of the game. Not in a bad or dangerous way or anything ... just in one of those how-life-goes-sometimes kind of ways. By the time evening rolls around, I have no patience for dial-up and staring at a screen. Move still coming up around the 1st of the month, so it will probably be awhile before I'm back here with any regularity ... so speak freely a while longer.

Meanwhile, know that I am really enjoying my new job, found a reasonably good home to rent and hang my hat for the next few years, and life is moving along more or less as it should. Hope all is well with all of you, dear ones! :)

Zerbie

11-19-2007, 11:01 PM

I am glad you enjoy the new job!! :love::)

May the move progress smoothly and easily, and may you be contented in the new home. :pray:
:love::love:

Pablo Rafael

11-20-2007, 06:04 AM

My story was better.

It had transmogrifiers, pterodactyls and hunky Druid warriors.
And what it lacked in veracity, it made up for in creativity. ;)

Pablo

andrewlittle

11-20-2007, 07:12 AM

Hey Friends -

Our dear friend Pablo has warned by via PM that if I didn't show my face to give some news, he'd start a thread to make some up on my behalf ... which struck me as a real possibility, so ...

Darn it, Pablo, you had to go and wake him up, didn't you?

Meanwhile, know that I am really enjoying my new job, found a reasonably good home to rent and hang my hat for the next few years, and life is moving along more or less as it should. Hope all is well with all of you, dear ones! :)

We'll look forward to more regular updates soon, then. In the meantime, know you are not forgotten and remain in our prayers.

keltic63

11-20-2007, 07:42 AM

dsdrane

11-20-2007, 08:23 AM

I figured as much...but thank you for confirming.

Missing you...! :love:

Vanessa White

11-20-2007, 09:54 AM

Glad that all is well, Brent. Glad that the new job is good and I can identify with the tiredness at the end of the day. I finally have internet at home but sometimes just signing on takes too much energy!! LOL Keep us posted!! :love:

Pablo Rafael

11-21-2007, 04:29 PM

Oh Who cares!?:sleep:

Dave, just when I think I have achieved the honor of biggest pain-in-the-butt on the forums, you have to show me up. :mad:

tdogg

11-21-2007, 04:40 PM

Yeah Brent!!! Take care, come back soon (or, is that don't stay away for TOO long at a time!).

:love::love::love:

Pablo Rafael

11-27-2007, 07:03 AM

Just to let you know that this weekend, the first weekend of December, is the big moving day for our good friend here. Keep Brent in your prayers; moving is always a tough job. And anyone who lives close enough can go and give him a hand.

I have already given my help by sending a couple of old refrigerators and a cast iron clawfoot bathtub for him to take to his new place. (He wasn't as happy about the gifts as I thought he would be. :confused: )

Hmm... since he is busy and probably paying no attention to this thread at all, what mischief can I cause... :D

keltic63

11-27-2007, 08:38 AM

Pablo Rafael

11-27-2007, 07:05 PM

I said earlier that my story was more interesting. Now that our beloved friend will be busy moving refrigerators, sleeper sofas and cast-iron bathtubs, it is a perfect time to stick this in. Disclaimer: Any resemblance of the characters in this story to members of the Soulforce forums is coincidental; anyone who says otherwise is just looking for trouble.

Bryn, Conquerer of Darkness
by Pablo Rafael Rodriguez

Chapter One
It was a dark and stormy night (good start 'eh?) as the fog drifted into the valleys of the Welsh countryside settling down menacingly like tentacles from some animal cast out from the sea. But the air was still despite the lightning, and the summer day was damp and oppressive. At the castle of Caer Pyrddyln Prince Bryn Richards and his longtime friend and sparring partner Pyblw battled each other in a fencing match. It had been claimed that no mortal could defeat Prince Bryn, but the two men were amazingly evenly matched. Prince Bryn stood tall and strong as sweat dripped down his shirtless body. His powerful muscles moved with grace, biceps flexing, rock-solid pecs. (He would have had six-pack abs, but six packs hadn't been invented yet.) (Is it getting hot in here?) Pyblw had been his swordfighting companion since they were childen. Pyblw was thinner than Bryn but tough, like a tightly tuned guitar string. The two made a handsome pair with Brent's long blond hair contrasting with the darkness of Pyblw's.

Sitting in the corner of the room was Prince Bryn's faithful hound U-dog. U-dog was old and sluggish, slow of body and foggy of mind. Bryn remembered him fondly from his younger days. Actually he had been pretty much a nuisance when he was younger. Pyblw had called him "Psycho-mutt". Bryn had tried to get him under control, but without success. Now that he just spent most of his time sleeping, he was much easier to handle.

Instantly both men stopped as if hearing a signal. A pressure settled on the room.

"My prince," said Pyblw, "Do you feel that? What is it?"

Bryn replied, "I do not know, but I have been sensing a growing unease for weeks. I fear something evil has happened. Let's go see what mother and father know of this."

The two men hurried anxiously further into the castle to talk to Bryn's mom and dad (the queen and king). King Celtic74 and his somewhat dyslexic brother Citlec47 had been given rule of the kingdom by their father 25 years earlier. But since neither one was the sharpest sword in the collection, the ruling of the realm had fallen mostly on Queen Zyrbi. She generally made all the decisions leaving the brothers to take care of figurehead appearance where she hoped they would not embarress themselves.

Entering the room a second after Bryn and Pyblw was the faithful royal page Jyn5. She was from the rainy northwest part of Wales.

"Your majesties, a mesenger has arrived. He urgently requests an audience."

"Send him in," commanded Zyrbi.

A tall, intelligent man quickly came before the royal couple. "I am Geoff, I come from Antioch with bad news," he said.

"Antioch?" said King Celtic74, "Isn't that in South Dakota?" (As I have alredy mentioned, he was not the brightest lantern in the castle.)

Ignoring the king, Zyrbi said, "What is this news?"

"The cities of the south have fallen under a terrible darkness. The light has not shone for days. The plants wither, and the people have all fallen under the terrible delusion that they are all... straight!"

Gasps were heard from all those present in the chamber.
"I felt a sense of evil. It was strong." said Bryn.

"Yes," said Zyrbi, "I sensed it too just as Geoff arrived. We must see what has befallen our countrymen."

"I will go," said Bryn, "Let me assemble a team. We will travel south."

"Yes, but be careful, my son. The power of light is stronger than the dark, but darkness can prevail if people refuse to see the light."

"I will need spiritual advice. I will take the old priest Andy Short. He knows all the ancient wisdom and can translate anyting fom Hebrew and Greek," said Bryn.

Pyblw objected, "But he can be annoying. He refuses to be quiet and rambles on for hours without stopping."

"True, but no one has the knowledge he does. We will just have to put up with the annoyance. I also need a fast messemnger."

Jyn5 interrupted, "Your majesty, I am the fastest runner in the land. I would like to volunteer."

"Of course, but you realize that the dangers might be great"

"O course, but I am ready."

Bryn thought for a while, "We need the cunning insight and the fighting skills of Dafydd and Dysh. "Jyn5, quickly go see if they can be found."

"But, Bryn," said Pyblw, "They are on their honeymoon if I remember."

Bryn replied quickly, "Nonetheless, no one will be as useful as they on this journey."

Bryn's gaze met Pwblw's, and for a moment the two of them locked gazes, Bryn's grey eyes, the color of the Welsh sky, and Pyblw's dark black eyes, like a moonless night. A stab of sorrow went through Pyblw's heart. Bryn must never know his true feelings, for it was against the law for the prince and a commoner to be together. The prince was required by law to marry a member of the nobility. "My Lord, I wish to accompany you," said Pyblw.

"Of course you shall. I would go nowhere without you," said Bryn.

Turning to Geoff, Bryn asked, "How far are these cities to the south?"

"They lay 45 miles away, your majesty."

"That's about three days of hard travel," interjected Pyblw. For despite the Prince's great intellect, he seemed somehow totally unable to comprehend distances. He had to have all distances given to him in units of time.

Within the day the team had been assembled. Dafydd and Dysh were upset because they had been rudely interrupted on their honeymoon to Bristol. Dafydd was swinging is sword cutting off branches of trees, corners of haystacks and generally causing mayhem as he progressd. And the old priest Andy was rambling about journeys he had been on many, many years ago when he was but a youth. U-dog had insisted on coming along even though he could not walk and was carried on horseback.

The team turned toward the south where the horizon lay hidden under a black cloud that sent a chill though this still muggy day.

(See didn't I say MY story was better? Wait until chapter two. I will write it soon (what was that moaning and groaning?) unless of course SOMEONE ELSE is brave enough to continue the saga.)

Zerbie

11-27-2007, 10:10 PM

:lol::lol::rofl::rofl::laughing::laughing::lol::lo l::D

How brilliant! Hilarious! Riotous fun!

And I absolutely ADORE the name of Her Majesty the Queen.
:magic:

If I may suggest, you might expand this. Perhaps a bit of a stormy romance rocks the protagonists along their journey, do not omit the luscious details. I am sure Her Majesty can be persuaded to intervene in a solution that will make everyone very, very happy. ;)

Zerbie

11-29-2007, 10:11 AM

So Pabs, where is the next installment? Come on, we're waiting!
:)

paul

11-29-2007, 10:29 AM

Oh Geez Pablo,

That was wonderful, but you are now stuck you realize? This must become an ongoing saga. You have already revealed yourself as a wit and writer and created a public that will demand more.

I love this place. Just when you begin to foolishly feel you have someone figured out, they reveal a new demension.

diito the queen...next installment please.

andrewlittle

11-29-2007, 02:26 PM

Personally... I think this story is a total dog.

All those in favor of u-dog's critique, raise your right rear leg.

Sorry, u-dog, with only one leg raised in affirmation of your negative comments, the vote seems to be overwhelmingly in favor of Pablo's story. Now, don't skulk off with your tail between your legs.

Come on, u-dog - that's it, who's a good boy -
[oh, look, his tail is wagging]
[What? That's not his tail?]
Bad dog!

Now, as to Pablo's treatment of the deeply spiritual, always edifying, profoundly wise priest, I do object.

Just the other day - or was it last decade - oh well, I was accosted with such negative comments from another young lout. I tell you what, I gave him a piece of my mind.
"Young sir," I said, "do you know the etimology of 'annoying'? It comes from the Syro-Phoenician root, 'annous, which is what Pablo reminds me of. That reminds me of another story about the Latin playwrite, Bitus Biggus, who spellbound his audiences with such wonderful tales as ...."

[several hours later]

"... and then there was the time that the ancient Hebrew writer, Tinieth Testim, penned the opus, Qoheleth, and ..."

What the hell is that dog doing to my leg? GET HIM OFF ME. Oh, gross - what's THAT?

Pablo Rafael

12-02-2007, 07:46 PM

I am going on the assumption that the beloved author of this thread is so busy with moving and starting a new job that he has totally forgotton about this thread. When he actually does come back, I'm afraid (In the voice of Ricky Ricardo) that I might have a little 'splainin' to do.

But since I never think things through...

Chapter 2

As the party moved southward, the sky grew darker and the air stiller and more oppresive. The color of the grasss, usually so green and vibrant on the Welsh hillsides grew increasingly more wilted and brown. Geoff led the way back toward his home, but the further the group went, the more confused he seemed to become.

"I'm sure we are heading south, but nothing seems right. This isn't the route I took on the way here," he said anxiously.

Bryn replied, "Are we following a different path?"

"We started out correctly, and there were no branching routes, but this is not the way. We should go back."

"No," said Andy,"This is the way it is with the forces of darkness. It leads people to lose track of their purpose and to continually wander around, second-guessing themselves all the time. We must keep our goal in mind and press onward. When I was but a youth, I saw much of this wandering around by people. The darkness was strong then, and people seemed resigned to live in the dark. In fact once when I was learning how to read the old ancient texts written in Greek script I..."

Bryn interrupted, "Dysh, what is your evaluation."

Dysh replied, "I think it is best to keep going straight south. The paths might lead us astray. I think it best not to assume that the path is correct. Many assume that just because people have gone one way for many years, it is the right path."

The group left the path and headed out across the heather. The sky grew darker and the ground damper. Soon the marshy ground of the valley turned into bog that seemed not only to slow their progress but drain their spirits. The distant hills seemed to grow farther away rather than closer.

"Listen!" said Dysh. "The sound of pyteddlwns of unusual size.

"POUS's?" said Pyblw. "That is only the stuff of legends. And I hear nothing."

Andy replied, "Don't be so quick to dismiss legends, my young friend. All legends have a basis in fact. The POUS's were once said to rule the air above Wales back during the dark times. They left no living creature alone and took the most handsome away. The unfortunate ones were never heard from again. There were stories that that they were used as ritual sacrifices in some sort of unspeakable reptilian ceremony. The ancient Hebrew word for POUS's was..."

"OK," interrupted Bryn, "Dysh, are you sure of what you heard?"

"I've heard them only once. They were back-up singers in a Rossini opera that I had the lead in. Once you hear their sound, it stays seared in your soul."

"Well, you will have to convince me with more than legends," said Pyblw, "This talk of mythical creature! POUS's? I don't think they exist!"

Suddenly the sky was pierced by screams and fluttering of huge reptilian wings. POUS's rained down like pumice from a volcanic eruption. Swords flashed. Dafydd swung with great might and one of the giant reptiles fell to earth disappearing is s cloud of foul-smelling smoke. Bryn brought another to the ground. The smoke grew ever more intense as the fighting intensified. Bryn felt a claw grab his shoulder and pull him off the ground. With one mighty stab, he pierced the great best through the heart and he began to fall to the ground. The last thing Bryn remembered as he fell to earth was the sight of two dark-haired men carried away in the talons of the great beasts.

"My Prince, are you alive? Are you alright?"

The sound was muffled in Bryn's head. He looked up. Through a haze he saw an strangely familiar face. It was a kind face, a gentle face. "Who are you?" asked Bryn.

"I am Pwul. Your friends have brought you to my cottage. You were nearly dead, my Lord. I am glad to see you awake and in your right mind. All were very concerned."

Bryn looked around. As his vision cleared he saw the rest of his companions huddled in the small room looking ragged and hopeless. The cottage looked very familiar. Yes, it was familiar. It was the very cottage that Bryn had sold earlier. It had been very run down, and the person who bought it had paid only a small amount for it.

"I remember you," said Bryn, "I sold you this cottage just a fortnight ago. You are Pwul. A philosopher I believe.

"Yes, you originally asked $220,000 for the place if I remember correctly."

"I wanted to start off with a little room to bargain," said the prince sheepishly.

Ah, yes you did. Nevertheless, I am also a healer. It is fortunate that your companions brought you here. POUS blood has a poison that is lethal if not treated immediately.

"I am in your debt."

The companions had all gathered around. They were asking questions. Offering encouragement and good wishes. Bryn noticed the small group. He thought of that last fleeting image in his mind. Was it real or a dream? He looked around. Dysh was sitting despondently by himself not joining the others. Bryn noticed immediately that Dafydd was not with him.

"Dafydd? The POUS's?" said Bryn fearfully.

Everyone nodded afraid to speak. Finally Andy spoke up, "Yes, he was taken away."

With alarm Bryn also noticed also the absence of one other member of the team. "Pyblw!?" he said choking on the name.

"Yes, my prince, Pyblw also."

Then Bryn remembered the legends. Only the most handsome were ever seized by the hideous POUS's. It had only been by luck that Bryn had escaped. Actually being a good Calvinist, Bryn didn't believe in luck. he believed that his escape from the beast had been preordained. But what about Pyblw. He certainly was one of the chosen. How could he have been taken? And now what horrible end was coming to his faithful companion?

"Lie down, my prince," said Pwul. "You must rest. The journey can wait until tomorrow." Bryn lay down. Thoughts raged through his head. Why hadn't he looked for Pyblw during the attack. Why had he never told Pyblw his true feelings? The rule that forbade the marriage of commoners and princes! A rule that needed to be changed, and now it seemed like it was too late. In despair Bryn felt something furry touch his arm. Old U-dog laid his head against Bryn and shared in his sorrow. Despite the nuisance that he was, the dog had always been a loyal companion. A little hope flooded into Bryn's soul. No the darkness had not yet won.

andrewlittle

12-02-2007, 08:03 PM

Hot Damn, son. You can sure write.

And I might also point out that the old fart priest had a few more lines this time. You might want to consider not cutting him off so soon, though. You're probably missing some pretty impressive teaching, I would think. I remember being cut off once myself, many years ago. I was waxing sentimental about some old friends I used to have. We used to get together and compare notes in Hebrew and Greek over a few pints of ale, when we were interrupte...

That damn dog - will someone get this thing off me.

Zerbie

12-02-2007, 11:01 PM

I LOVE IT!!!!!
:love::love::love::love::love::love:

You're stuck with the task of completing the entire novella, you know that now. :p

Man! You have a great imagination for adventure. And the characters are so beautifully drawn, yet in so few words. Bravo, bravissimo!

Waiting with baited breath for the next installment.

Oh, this is wonderful!! :love::love:
:D:D:D:D

(Speaking of Dyvid and Dwsh, where ARE those two? Prob'ly still honeymooning. ;) )

paul

12-03-2007, 07:21 AM

Pablo,

Yet another great installment. Being well read myself, I noted a line from "Snoopy" in the first chapter, and some idea from "Princess Bride" in the second. So, the scope of your background and intellect becomes more evident. This is great fun, you certainly have a knack...I with Zerbie wait with baited breath. BTW, I like your new character :D.

Pw...er, Paul

Pablo Rafael

12-07-2007, 07:13 AM

While the teacher is out of the room is a great time to horse around. Since Brent has still not shown up here, it seems time to cause more trouble. :D

I know, I know, I am bound to get caught sooner or later, but I am going to enjoy myself in the meantime.

Chapter 3

The discussion grew heated, and the group was divided as to whether they should continue on their journey or turn aside to try to find the two lost companions. Bryn listened for a few minutes.

"We will leave for the south at first light tomorrow. Be prepared and ready to leave." announced Bryn.

"But what about Pyblw and Dafydd? We can't just go on without them," said Jyn5.

"We have a task to do that is bigger than any person. We can best serve our companions by continuing with our task. We have no idea where Pyblw and Dafydd are or even if they are still alive. And if they still live, we might best find them in the darkness of the south." Prince Bryn spoke with dignity and authority but the lines of pain and concern were etched on his face.

Pwul spoke up, "You will need a healer on your journey. I will go with you. The hurts of body and spirit will take special tending. The forces of darkness can inflict many wounds."

Bryn replied, "Though I hate to bring you into danger, your presence would be very valuable. I have to ask, you are so very wise and gifted. Why is it that you live in such a meager cottage? Surely you could do better."

"Oh, I love to buy neglected hovels like this and restore them. It is a hobby of mine. I will have your old shabby cottage looking like the palace in no time. And by the way, my name isn't Shirley."

Bryn turned to Jyn5, "Take a message to the palace. Tell them of our losses and have mom and dad send some able soldiers to join us. I fear this journey will be more of a battle than a scouting expedition."

"I will be back before you go a day's travel."

--------------------------

The day dawned dark and cloudy. The difference between the dark of night and light of the day was minimal. The party headed southward over the hills and through the bogs. There was no breeze. Not a blade of withered grass stirred. No animal roamed the heather.

It was about midday when Dysh said, "I hear the approach of a small company on horseback. They are about five miles behind us."

"Five miles?" said the confused prince. He glanced to his side as if Pyblw would be there to translate the distance into time. But the space was empty. Would that space be forever empty? The ache in his heart grew stronger again.

The prince halted the group to see if the approaching party would be friend or foe. Within a half hour a small group appeared on the top of the hills. The royal flag flew over the group. The blue and purple colors of the palace guard were visible on the riders.

As they approached, the prince could see that the party was led by none other than the queen herself. Queen Zyrbi road with dignity.

"Mother, why do you come? I expected you to send a company of soldiers, not to come in person."

Zyrbi replied, "The palace has fallen to the forces of darkness. I fear no one there is let alive but those who accompany me here."

"Your majesty," said Andy bowing low, "Is he king also among the dead?"

"Yes, the king is dead. It happened during the night. The palace soldiers heard the approach of a great horde coming toward the city. Soon a wave appeared in the night. All around the city the army of the forces of evil surrounded us. The dark eyes of the half dead glowed with a desperate glow, the eyes of those who have been brought forth from their graves to work for the forces of darkness and then to return to their graves again."

Pwul approached, "But the forces of darkness have no power over those who keep their eyes focused on the light, who refuse to go along with them. Their power is only over those who allow themselves to be governed by the forces of prejudice and ignorance"

The queen looked down, "Unfortunately, many people are easily convinced to become captive to prejudice and intolerance. The king easily was persuaded of their power. He ran toward them in surrender. He and those who followed him were set upon by the half dead. No one survived. He never did understand the power of light and love. Also he failed to realize that if you don't make some comment about this story that has so hijacked Brent's thread, your character might just get killed off."

Pwul sighed, "Yes, the king never was the sharpest knife in the drawer."

"My Prince," said Zyrbi to Bryn, "We must continue. I will come south with you. Together we must conquer the force of darkness. Lead on."

Prince Bryn led the party ever southward where the darkness grew even greater. He knew that the forces of light were more powerful than darkness, but here it seemed that the opposite were true. The forces of light and love appeared to be quite feeble. Darkness seemed by far the dominant force.

As the afternoon grew to a close, Andy approached the prince. "My prince, the old prophecy has been in my mind. 'When the rays of light fail, the day will dawn on the hills of Cyverryn. The weak will devour the strong, and the jackals will flee from the flocks of the master.' I feel that that prophecy was written for this time. If you look at the ancient Greek root of the the word 'Cyverryn", you will find that it comes from the ancient Minoan myths of the minotaur and the labyrith."

Prince Bryn replied, "Does the labyrinth and the minotaur have anything to do with our current situation?"

"I really don't think so, but when I was a child my great-grandfather used to tell me stories of the ancient Minoans they..."

"Yes, yes," interrupted Bryn, "Just what do you think this prophecy means?"

"That, my prince, I think we might just find out as we go forward."

"Then let us proceed."

As the meager afternoon light faded into evening, our small band of humble heroes came upon the first settlements of the south. They passed a few homesteads. All was deserted. No one stirred, not a person nor an animals. The ashes were cold in the hearths. The abodes were passed by. No one made a comment for the darkness seemed to suck the conversation out of everyone's soul.

"My prince, look at the hilltop ahead," said Dysh suddenly.

There upon the hilltop appeared row upon row of a gruesome army. Men dressed in black were followed by legions of the half dead. The moment of conflict was certainly upon them.

"Approach slowly," called the prince. "Remember that the darkness cannot overcome light unless we let it. They have no power; it is all illusion. "

"It is a powerful illusion, my Lord!" said Jyn 5.

"Ah, but many illusions seem more real than does the truth. Only those who look at the heart of things can see that the illusions are only mist with no substance," said Andy.

As they approached, the deadly foe became clearer. Suddenly all gasped in horror and astonishment. For there in the front of the army of the half dead stood two tall figures, powerful and evil, darkness flowed from them as they looked down upon our companions. For though they were totally strange and foreign, everyone recognized those who once had been Dafydd and Pyblw.

andrewlittle

12-07-2007, 07:53 AM

Surely you could do better."

And by the way, my name isn't Shirley."
Oy!

"Yes, the king is dead." He and those who followed him were set upon by the half dead. No one survived. He never did understand the power of light and love. Also he failed to realize that if you don't make some comment about this story that has so hijacked Brent's thread, your character might just get killed off."

The King must die! Long live the King!

Too bad King Celtic74 didn't stop by to feed your ego - ahem, comment on your unfolding story. I gather that he won't get the kind of beyond-death inclusion that Dyvid and that massive hunk, Pyblw, got either.

keltic63

12-07-2007, 08:41 AM

oh brother :rolleyes:

keltic63

12-07-2007, 08:42 AM

oh brother :rolleyes:

and that was post #2,100 :p

Pablo Rafael

12-07-2007, 12:44 PM

Long live the King!

It's going to take more than a little two word post to bring him back to life!
And did I detect a note of sarcasm in that, "Oh brother"?

Too bad King Celtic74 didn't stop by to feed your ego - ahem, comment on your unfolding story. I gather that he won't get the kind of beyond-death inclusion that Dyvid and that massive hunk, Pyblo, got either.

Ego?
Ego?!
How dare you accuse me of having an ego. I am the most humble person I know. Considering how wonderful I am in every way, my humility is an amazing accomplishment in itself.

Oh and it's not Pyblw who is the massive hunk. I'm the tough wiry ripped character. I mean Pyblw is the tough wiry one. Bryn is the muscular one. He is the one with the golden blond hair and slate grey eyes...and the dark blond gotee... and strong shoulders... and biceps as big as some people's waists... and stong muscular chest with enough hair to be really sexy... and those six-pack abs with a cute belly button...and...

andrewlittle

12-07-2007, 01:19 PM

Ego?
Ego?!
How dare you accuse me of having an ego. I am the most humble person I know. Considering how wonderful I am in every way, my humility is an amazing accomplishment in itself.
Forgive my audacity, oh most humble and self-effacing one.
Damn, where are my knee-pads?

Oh and it's not Pyblw who is the massive hunk. I'm the tough wiry ripped character. I mean Pyblw is the tough wiry one. Bryn is the muscular one. He is the one with the golden blond hair and slate grey eyes...and the dark blond gotee... and strong shoulders... and biceps as big as some people's waists... and stong muscular chest with enough hair to be really sexy... and those six-pack abs with a cute belly button...and...
Jeez, I must be really stupid. I mistook Pyblw for Pablo.

Of course, if you'd have seen the picture of Pablo that I have seen, you'd be making that mistake as well.

Now, as to your apparent fascination with all things Bryn - as understandable as that may be to a lot of people - isn't it, well, a little over the top? I mean, really - cute belly button? Muscular chest with enough hair to be really sexy? Pablo, do I have to puke directly on you for you to realize how utterly and disgustingly affectionate this sounds? Give me a break, will ya - I tossed cookies twice after reading this.

Zerbie

12-07-2007, 02:14 PM

Chapter 3

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"Yes, the king is dead.

The queen looked down, "Unfortunately, many people are easily convinced to become captive to prejudice and intolerance. The king easily was persuaded of their power. He ran toward them in surrender. He and those who followed him were set upon by the half dead. No one survived. He never did understand the power of light and love. Also he failed to realize that if you don't make some comment about this story that has so hijacked Brent's thread, your character might just get killed off."

:p:p:p:lol: Oh, so that's why! I was like - Why is Pablo killing Keltic?? :(:(:(:p:lol:

As they approached the deadly foe became clearer. Suddenly all gasped in horror and astonishment. For there in the front of the army of the half dead stood two tall figures, powerful and evil, darkness flowed from them as they looked down upon our companions. For though they were totally strange and foreign, everyone recognized those who once had been Dyvid and Pyblw.

:eek:
NOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!

:p I can't wait to see how this turns out. You better save those two real quick.

dsdrane

12-07-2007, 02:17 PM

As they approached the deadly foe became clearer. Suddenly all gasped in horror and astonishment. For there in the front of the army of the half dead stood two tall figures, powerful and evil, darkness flowed from them as they looked down upon our companions. For though they were totally strange and foreign, everyone recognized those who once had been Dyvid and Pyblw.[/FONT]

Egads! :eek:

keltic63

12-07-2007, 02:24 PM

Egads! :eek:

it takes more than one word and a smilie to keep your character from being killed off.....

Pablo Rafael

12-08-2007, 08:11 PM

it takes more than one word and a smilie to keep your character from being killed off.....

True, true.
But that heart-shaped box of chocolates David sent me last Valentine's Day will certainly do it. :love:

Not enough to turn him into a good character, however.

It was a pretty small box. :rolleyes:

Pablo Rafael

12-08-2007, 09:14 PM

No Brent yet? :shifty:

So far so good!

Chapter 4

Prepare for battle!" shouted Bryn. "Remember, we fight for the forces of love and light, kindness and compassion. Though we may be outnumbered, we will prevail."

Jyn5 interjected, "But what about Dafydd and Pyblw."

"They are lost; we can do nothing for them now." Bryn choked down emotion.

"My prince," called Andy running as fast as his short legs could carry him. "There is an old prophecy. It might just be for this place and time.

"Make it fast; we haven't any time!" responded Bryn.

"The prophecy reads, "When the darkness of death settles, and all is lost, one with a heart free from darkness and selfishness will rise up. Pure love will put and end to the power of darkness."

"But who has a heart that is totally pure?" asked Bryn.

"It is you, my Lord. There is no one who has your compassion and goodness of heart," said Jyn5.

"Yes," said Geoff (Who was starting to get fearful that his character would get killed of in the battle.) "It is certainly you."

"I must disagree," said Zyrbi. "Though a mother should say nothing wrong about her son, he does have one fatal flaw. He has a tendency to procrastinate. In fact we had thought about changing his middle name to 'Procrastination'. It's tragic, I know. To get him to complete anything one just has to nag, nag, nag."

"Then we are all doomed!" exclaimed Dysh, "For the prince is the best among us. We will go to our deaths valiantly and bravely. Let none say that we did not die with honor."

Bryn spoke to Andy, "You have insight in these matters of prophecy. Who could it be that would fulfill the prophecy?"

Andy replied with sorrow, "That I cannot say, for there seems to be no one with a heart of pure light. "

Pwul spoke, "But the force of light is strong even in this darkness. Do you not feel its power. Though we are outnumbered, and all looks lost, I cannot but think that there is hope."

Jyn5 spoke, "Maybe it is Pyblw?"

Bryn shook his head, "No, he can't be the one. He too has a fatal flaw. He is a terrible housekeeper. Yes, yes, I know that all gay men are supposed to be super clean and exceptionally picky in their housekeeping, but I feel he is missing the "super-neat" gene. Plus he's already gone over to the dark side."

The group of friends stood stunned at this shocking revelation. (About the houskeeping not about going over to the dark side.) For a second no one could move. Then Dwsh called out, "The enemy is in motion!" Down the slope moved the terribly army. They were clumsy and without order, but they came by the thousands. Determination in the faces of some of the half-dead contrasted with the despair of those pulled from their graves against their will.

Pwul pulled a vial out of his robe. The threw it into the air and suddenly silence and mist enshrouded the landscape. Pwul spoke to Bryn, "It will last only a short time. We must use the fog and silence to get to an advantageous position. Though Pwul spoke loudly, Bryn just barely heard him, for the silence was thick. Bryn moved among his companions and asked them to spread the word to all the royal troops. They would gather on the hills to the west, those that were about ... uh, were about ... uh... 10 minutes away.

As the small band assembled on the hilltop, the mist began to clear. The horrible host of the half-dead stopped their wandering around and turned to face our heroes. The battle was to be underway.

"They are unorganized and slow," called Bryn. "Shed heavy armor so that you can move quickly. That may be our greatest asset." The royal soldiers threw down heavy breastplates and helmets. Prince Bryn took off his golden helmet and shining breastplate. He pulled off his shirt, and muscles moved with power as he grabbed ahold of the ancient sword that had once been his great grandfather's. (Hey, I had to find some way to get his shirt off again, give me a break!)

Down the opposing slope came the hideous army. Dafydd and Pyblw were in the lead, bringing the thousands behind them. As they marched halfway down the hillside, Bryn spotted a small black and brown figure in the valley. "U-dog!" he cried. But there was no way to save the poor dog. In all the commotion and the fog, no one had thought to bring along U-dog. The poor animal's cries could not be heard in the dampening fog, and his old legs could no longer climb up the steep hillside.

Do you realize that this is my 500th post?
I wanted to use it on an intelligent, erudite, thoughtful post that would help enlighten others.

Excuse me for a moment...I'm getting overcome with emotion. :'(

Zerbie

12-08-2007, 09:37 PM

:lol::lol::laughing::laughing:

Oh poor u-dog!! :lol: That's terrible! :laughing::p

(takes deep breath)

Well, one issue I'm having with the dialogue: "seems to be no one with a heart of pure light" ??????????

Call me biased, but almost any of the forum regulars could be the hero with the heart of light. Pablo, Paul, Jen. . . . :love::love::love:

Pablo Bear shared gingerbread cookies with me this evening. Maybe his is the heart of pure light. Yeah, that's it, it's the teddy bear! :p:):love:

:p:p:p

andrewlittle

12-09-2007, 02:59 PM

I'm done reading this STUPID thread!!!!! :mad: You had a perfectly GOOD character with nothing but potential to move the plot forward and to warm the hearts of your readers and you SQUANDERED him. You need a character with a pure heart? He's lying DEAD on the floor of the Valley! Sheesh! And you call yourself a WRITER???? Bah! Humbug!! :mad:

Don't make me hit you with a rolled up paper.

This character may or may not be lying dead on the valley floor. What was said was "there was no way to save him". I, myself, don't profess to read the author's mind but prefer to wait for the next installment.

Nowhere - I repeat nowhere did I see anything that said, "U-dog's bleedin' demised!", "'E's passed on!", "'E's no more!" "'E's ceased to be!", "'E's expired and gone to meet 'is maker!", "'E's a stiff!", "'E's bereft of life", "'E rests in peace!" "'E'spushing up the daisies!", " 'Is metabolic processes are now 'istory!", " 'E's off the twig!", " 'E's kicked the bucket", " 'E's shuffled off 'is mortal coil", "run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisibile!!" THIS IS NOT AN EX-U-DOG - YET!!

And now you've made a comment - you never now, you could end up being the pure light the world is needing. Course, this isn't really a farce - so, maybe not.

Pablo Rafael

12-09-2007, 05:29 PM

BrentRichards

12-09-2007, 07:39 PM

What the HELL has been going on here in my absence? Yeesh!

Pablo Rafael

12-09-2007, 08:53 PM

Yikes!!!!!:eek:

paul

12-10-2007, 12:31 PM

Pablo Rafael

12-12-2007, 07:58 AM

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keltic63

12-12-2007, 09:21 AM

OH shut up and write the next chapter! SHEESH! :rolleyes: If you resurrect the dog all will be forgiven.

not all :mad:

Jennifer5

12-12-2007, 11:52 AM

This definately made me laugh, thanks :love:!

Oh look, what's that over there? Light? No? It couldn't be?... Wait, where's Jyn5??? Is she over there?>>>>
694

andrewlittle

12-12-2007, 04:23 PM

Down the opposing slope came the hideous army. Dyvid and Pyblw were in the lead, bringing the thousands behind them. As they marched halfway down the hillside, Bryn spotted a small black and brown figure in the valley. "U-dog!" he cried. But there was no way to save the poor dog. In all the commotion and the fog, no one had thought to bring along U-dog. The poor animal's cries could not be heard in the dampening fog, and his old legs could no longer climb up the steep hillside.

At this the old priest, Andy, could take it no more.
"There's no way in hell they're taking out u-dog - not if I can help it," he yelled as he stripped off all his clothes.

He started running down the hill as fast as his little legs would carry him (making a note to himself to carve his initials in the author's groin for designing him with short legs). A constant sound accompanied his horrific vocalizations of "Look at me! Look at me!" - a sound so vile that even Andy had to block it out or fall victim to his own plan. All the way down the hill could be heard a monstrous and nauseating slap-slosh, slap-slosh, slap-slosh.

The ploy immediately had the desired effect, because no matter whether living-dead or alive, straight or gay, friend or foe, everyone including the army of darkness immediately began retching uncontrollably and covering their eyes.

Between bouts of dry heaves, Bryn tried to figure out the source of the noise. He could account for the first part of the sound as he saw Andy's saggy butt cheeks slapping the back of his knees. he tried to imagine where the slosh sound could come from and then all of a sudden screamed, "Have mercy" before passing out.

The closer Andy got to the soldiers of evil, the more their screams of torture ripped from their decrepit lungs. The set upon each other begging other zombies to rip their eyes out of their heads. Before long they were all aimlessly wandering around bumping into each other.

But Andy's plan had not worked perfecty well - now there's a surprise.

First, Pyblw and Dyvid were not repelled by the grotesquely bouncing mound of flesh jigging towards them. They seemed, at least from visible cues, to be enjoying the spectacle.

Second, u-dog was running in the other direction trying to throw himself on knives, spears or any other sharp object he could find.

"First things first," the old priest thought, "what the hell is up with those two?"

Then it dawned on him. Being absolute perversions of the proud gay men they had been in life, these two living corpses now had no taste, or shame, whatsoever. As they threw down their weapons and began approaching the flailing mass of flesh with a distinct gleam in their otherwise lifeless eyes, and a certain - umm - rigor in other parts, it was Andy who now had to take evasive action.

It was u-dog who saved the day by dragging a piece of cloth, a very large piece of cloth, over to Andy - no mean feat with his paws over his eyes. Once covered, Andy turned to see he had ceased to be the object of Dyvid and Pyblw's desires, as they were leering at all the other zombies who were now helplessly stumpling and falling over each other.

After u-dog rawlfed one last time on Andy's foot, they both headed back up the hill to the others.

Might I point out, Pablo, that unless you come back to write more of your story - I could go on.

Zerbie

12-12-2007, 05:01 PM

:eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:
PABLO!!! Get back here RIGHT NOW!!!

It's an EMERGENCY!!!!!!

Pablo Rafael

12-12-2007, 09:52 PM

Jennifer5

12-12-2007, 11:45 PM

I can't write the next chapter.
I know everyone loves Brent and thinks he's sweet, but the guy has a tough side.
And I've been (sniff) sleeping on the couch (sob) all week.
Another chapter would probably be a (gasp, sob) month.
I'm emotionally fragile; I can't handle it. (losing what little emotional control there had been up to this point)

But on the other hand, Another one of Andy's chapters would be equally painful. Oh, what to do ???
If you don't write the next chapter then we'll hire you a female hooker and lock the two of you in a room. Yeah, you heard me, we could all be just that mean.

So...

What do you think? Another chapter perhaps?:pray:

Pablo Rafael

12-13-2007, 07:40 AM

But contrary to the kind, sweet impression he makes, Brent is a slavedriver.

Think of me as I take the plunge. Goodbye all!

Wait, he might read this!
Can't let that happen. How do I delete this? Oh yes, here it is -

Pablo Rafael

12-13-2007, 07:45 AM

But contrary to the kind, sweet impression he makes, Brent is a slavedriver.

OH NO!

That's not it! What do I do?
I will try this!!!!

Pablo Rafael

12-13-2007, 07:49 AM

Brent is a slavedriver!

SCREAM!! :eek:

I'm done for!

Rafael Pablo

12-13-2007, 07:58 AM

Chapter 5

The army of the half-dead staggered forward and the royal guard led by Prince Bryn raced forward to meet them.

"We fight for the forces of light and love!" yelled Bryn as the two armies met. Swords flashed and spears flew. The hordes of the half-dead fell as they were struck. Some fought as they fell. others gratefully succumbed to death. As they died the half dead slowly vanished and returned to the realm from whence they had come. And though they were easy to strike down, the multitude continued to stream down from the hill. For though the darkness was weak and it's position vulnerable; there were a great many who were held captive by the darkness.

A band of the half-dead had gathered around Andy. He was fighting as valiantly as a priest could. But alas, he was terribly out of practice in his swordfighting. Years of congugating Greek verbs and declining Greek nouns had taken its toll on his martial arts skills. One particularly decrepit half-dead struck Andy from behind with a club. Andy staggered and reeled, turning in time to avoid another blow. Andy's sword thrust was for once accurate and the grizzly creature fell. As the last breath came out of his dying lungs, Andy hears a hoarse, "Thank you". And then he vanished. The temporary distraction was costly, however, as costly as Andy's choice to write his own horrible chapter of this story. And our beloved priest was the first to fall. Leaving Andy dying on the heather the half-dead turned to look for other victims.

Dysh looked across the hillside and saw a tall figure fighting much more vigorously than the other half-dead. He realized that it was Dafydd. For a moment their eyes met, but there was not recognition or affection in Dafydd's glance. His soul was gone and his body but a tool of the darkness. Dysh averted his glance and concentrated on those gathering around him. The horde of half-dead overwhelmed him and soon he was fighting desperately. As the final fatal blow pierced him through Dysh saw the terrible figure that had once been Dafydd also fall. A spear from Jyn5 had pierced his heart. The two men died at the same time. As Dysh's vision began to blur and the life flow out from him, he noticed that unlike the half-dead Dafydd didn't vanish as he died, but his body fell and remained on the hillside.

Pwul was better acquainted with healing than with killing. He pulled out vials of powders and herbs spreading them over his attackers. His medicines left his attackers confused and dazed. They turned on each other and soon almost none of the half-dead were left around him. Seeing that there was a hole in their ranks a multitude raced in to take the place of the vanished troops. Hundreds and hundreds disappeared as the confused multitude cut down themselves. But the powders and herbs could not last forever and Pwul soon was overwhelmed by the sheer force of numbers.

The queen was a skillful fighter and held her own for hours as the battle raged. The number of the undead was certainly growing smaller. Now they came by the dozens rather than the thousands. Fatigue was setting in as they queen fought. It looked as though maybe the few of the royal troops that still remained might actually triumph, but the queen was pierced through the heart by a speak thrown from the back. As she sank to her feet she noticed a brown and black figure stumbling up to one of the half-dead just in front of her. U-dog! He was not dead after all. The author had been forced by peer pressure to keep him alive. He licked the face of the horrible half-dead figure. Zyrbi noticed the face of the king. "Celtic?" were her last words as death overtook her.

As the afternoon drew to a close a fog settled in. The dead of our heroes littered the ground. The vanishing half-dead disappeared into the fog. At last only two remained alive. Covered in sweat and blood Prince Bryn turned to face the very last of the army of darkness. There stood Pyblw. His clothes shredded and his body full of wounds. But despite his injuries he stood tall and strong. "Pyblw, Pyblw,?" Bryn called, but there was no response from the terrible dark figure. Pyblw lunged forward. Bryn skillfully deflected the blow. Bryn swung his sword, but Pyblw dodged it and returned with a thrust of his own. Both exhausted and ijured the two men fought onward, neither having an advantage. As the light began to fade into evening, Bryn thrust his sword recklessly forward. He saw the sword stab into Pyblw just as he felt Pyblw's sword. Bryn fell to knees and Pyblw tumbled forward. Each sword had hit its mark. Bryn looked into the dying eyes of Pyblw. As he veil of death descended the darkness melted from Pyblw's eyes. Pyblo reached out his hand and put it on Bryn's cheek. "My prince, I'm sorry." were his last words. The two young men reached out to each other and died in each other's arms.

BenL

12-13-2007, 08:18 AM

Chapter 5
Each sword had hit its mark. Bryn looked into the dying eyes of Pyblw. As he veil of death descended the darkness melted from Pyblw's eyes. Pyblo reached out his hand and put it on Bryn's cheek. "My prince, I'm sorry." were his last words. The two young men reached out to each other and died in each other's arms.

AWWWWW!

:eek: :eek: :'( :'( :pray: :pray:

paul

12-13-2007, 08:55 AM

being an expert at unbelief, I refuse to believe this last entry as 'the end.' there must be hope! darkness cannot win out.

we are now baited

next chapter Pablo.

Pablo Rafael

12-14-2007, 09:12 AM

Maybe there is another chapter.
Or just maybe I am a fan of Shakespeare tragedies and have a savage sense of humor.
You will just have to wait and see.

To be serious for a moment.
Just to make sure to anyone who might drop in and read this ridiculous thread doesn't misunderstand. The only reason I can make jokes about Brent being a mean slavedriver is because it is so totally opposite of the truth. He is really just the kindest, nicest guy in the universe.

Jennifer5

12-14-2007, 01:06 PM

To be serious for a moment.
Just to make sure to anyone who might drop in and read this ridiculous thread doesn't misunderstand. The only reason I can make jokes about Brent being a mean slavedriver is because it is so totally opposite of the truth. He is really just the kindest, nicest guy in the universe.

Very important to point out!

andrewlittle

12-14-2007, 03:09 PM

Just to make sure to anyone who might drop in and read this ridiculous thread doesn't misunderstand. The only reason I can make jokes about Brent being a mean slavedriver is because it is so totally opposite of the truth. He is really just the kindest, nicest guy in the universe.

Sell-Out! Total bloody sell-out! And after I poured my heart and soul into trying to resurrect some modicum of interest in this pathetic, dying story line - and doing so quite eloquently, I might add.

It always a shame when we see great artistic talent selling itself out for fleeting popularity and empty acceptance. Shame! Shame! Shame!

It's also troubling to witness the ass-ass-ination of such a well loved and heroic character simply because he makes a few, tiny suggestions to improve the story line.

Bloody prima donna.

Well, at least you didn't have everyone drink the Kool-Aid.

andrewlittle

12-22-2007, 07:18 AM

I'm beginning to feel a new installment coming on - this one with more graphic descriptions of nudity, I think.

So, author Pablo, don't you think it's about time ...

Pablo Rafael

12-22-2007, 07:25 AM

No!! Andy, Stop!!!
:eek::eek::eek:

Give me a little time! I'm writing as we speak!

Pablo Rafael

12-22-2007, 06:08 PM

Chapter 6

It seemed like all life had been drained from the landscape as if some great electrolux had come to suck away every photon of light, every bit of energy, every spark of life. The dead lay scattered around. The half-dead warriors slowly vanished one by one. Those who had willingly served the darkness, vanished first, going quickly back to the places of death. Those who had served unwillingly, stayed in the world of the living longer as if uneager to leave this world even now in its fallen, darkened state.

After a time only those of the half-dead who had earlier been servants of the light, and who had been violently torn from this life before thier time, remained on the blood soaked heather of the battlefield. They slowly, bit by bit, became more mist and less solid flesh; for even they had not the power to resist the evil that had befallen them.

If anyone had been alive to look upon the scene, they would have observed the few vanishing half-dead intermingled with the bodies of the vanquished soldiers of the light. They would have observed a dignified woman in royal robes fallen next to a vanishing figure also in royal robes, but his tattered and torn. They would have observed an old out-of-shape priest who in death clung to a small simple wooden crucifix. He was, by the way, fully clothed in this version of the story. In fact, clothed in several layers of clothing that covered him quite totally. His out-of-shape body was very much concealed by much loose-fitting clothing. A handsome healer surrounded by empty vials and bottles lay next to those whom he had for quite some time helped with his potions and wisdom. Ah, was there no one left alive to mourn for the great healer who was also very handy with any do-it-yourself project? Alongside the healer lay the young messenger who was fast but not fast enough to escape the darkness.

A special sorrow would have gone through the heart of any observer who might see the two heroes who only a few days before had been on their honeymoon in the luxury of Bristol. Two lives cut too short. Only a few days ago they had been laughing and enjoying each other and ... (oops, forgot this was a family forum, better stop there.)

Highest up the hillside lay two men in each others arms. The strong muscular form and the thin wiry form fallen together. Their heads facing each other; the dark hair and the blonde hair side-by side in death.

But our observer, if there had been one, would have seen a small brown and black shape slowly lifting its head. In the battle no one had thought to put an end to u-dog. The old decrepit animal had been of no use and no threat. The battle had waged around him. And though he had been beaten and kicked, he still lived. (It goes to show that if you make enough fuss, you will eventually get resurrected.)

U-dog tried to struggle to his feet, but found only two legs that could still move. Though he had survived the battle, his days were near an end. His vision was blurry, but his canine sense of smell told him that his faithful master was far up the hillside. He did not know what he could do, but knew that his place was at his master's side. He drug himself centimeter by centimeter up the hillside. His strength ebbed step by step. His many wounds and loss of blood made each step a monumental effort. But all through the night the faithful dog made his way uphill. As faint fingers of twilight reached up in the predawn sky, he finally came to the body of Bryn, his loyal master and the hero of our story. A few meters away lay a canteen still full of water. U-dog drug the canteen over to Bryn. For he did not know that it was of no use; he did the only thing he could. And next to his lifelong master and friend he lay down with his head on Bryn's shoulder and breathed his last breath.

As the rays of sunlight hit the Welsh hills, the ancient prophecy came to pass. For indeed there was one with a love so pure that the darkness could never extinguish it. The pure love that exists only in two places began to flood over the landscape. Apart from God, only the love of a canine for his master was without guile and selfishness.

Bryn opened his eyes. Before him was the face of Pyblw eyes closed still in death. Bryn knew not what had happened only that somehow the darkness was indeed retreating. He saw Pyblw take one breath and then the dark eyes opened. The two looked into each others eyes not comprehending what was transpiring. Both men knew that they had been given a chance, another chance to do what they had neglected up to this time.

Not knowing if this moment was the last of one this life or the first of another Bryn looked deep into Pyblw's eyes and said the words that he had never allowed himslf to say, "I love you Pyblw."

Tears welled up in Pyblw's eyes, "I love you also, my Lord."

"If you call me, 'My Lord' again, you're going to be in big trouble," said Bryn as a smile spread across his face.

"Yes, ...uh... Bryn," said Pyblw. The two pulled together, and the kiss that had waited years, became a reality, a kiss born from love long-delayed, love that had endured despite all obstacles. There had been no kiss like it since the dawn of time. (Hey, any good story has to end with a kiss, you know. I'm a sentimental author, sniff, sniff.)

The soldiers of the light felt the power of love flow into them. Darkness could not hold sway any longer. As morning light brightened, all of those slain by the army of darkness arose until at last only two figures still lay on the ground. The fallen queen had, in her dying moments, grabbed ahold of the half-dead figure that had been Celtic74. Her grasp had refused to let him vanish into the world of the dead. As all gathered together, life flooded into the queen and king, and all rejoiced and let out a cheer as the last of the darkness vanished.

Bryn reached down and lifted in his arms the figure of U-dog. He had not been conquered by the darkness. His love had been the spark that had sent light flooding into the world. His days on this earth were done, and though he had been an absolute pain when he was a puppy, he proved that love triumphs. The pure selfless love of one who is willing to die for those he loves can indeed save the world. For the one who gave up his life willingly showed all humankind how to live in the light.

The royal wedding was a festive affair. All rejoiced with Bryn and Pyblw. For the first thing that Bryn had proclaimed as king was that everyone was free to love whomever he or she wished. What happened to Zyrbi and Celtic, you ask? Celtic, in one brief moment of wisdom, had realized that ruling was not for him. He decided to become a music teacher. Zyrbi decided that she could best serve the kingdom by traveling and proclaiming the message of light from one end of the kingdom to the other.

There was one new law that everyone was required to obey by the order of King Bryn. Wherever a royal army marched or a royal procession progressed, the royal flag would contain the image of the dog who had alone saved the kingdom from destruction. So it was that U-dog became the symbol of the kingdom. And to this day that very flag still flies in the land of Wales.

andrewlittle

12-22-2007, 07:57 PM

Schmaltz! [sniff] Pure schmaltz. [sniff. sniff. HONK. sniff]

I will grant that it was a tad bit better thatn what I was writing - okay, maybe a tad bit more than a tad.

I do especially like your choice of the ultimate hero - I kind of have a soft spot for u-doggies, myself.

BrentRichards

12-29-2007, 10:45 PM

Though I continue to have no life, and have not been here in quite some time, morbid curiosity got the best of me ... and I can only say "HOLY CRAP!"

And I've been (sniff) sleeping on the couch (sob) all week.
Another chapter would probably be a (gasp, sob) month. ??

Exactly WHAT are you implying here?

Chapter 6

It seemed like all life had been drained from the landscape as if some great electrolux had come to suck away every photon of light, every bit of energy, every spark of life. The dead lay scattered around. The half-dead warriors slowly vanished one by one. Those who had willingly served the darkness, vanished first, going quickly back to the places of death. Those who had served unwillingly, stayed in the world of the living longer as if uneager to leave this world even now in its fallen, darkened state.

After a time only those of the half-dead who had earlier been servants of the light, and who had been violently torn from this life before thier time, remained on the blood soaked heather of the battlefield. They slowly, bit by bit, became more mist and less solid flesh; for even they had not the power to resist the evil that had befallen them.

If anyone had been alive to look upon the scene, they would have observed the few vanishing half-dead intermingled with the bodies of the vanquished soldiers of the light. They would have observed a dignified woman in royal robes fallen next to a vanishing figure also in royal robes, but his tattered and torn. They would have observed an old out-of-shape priest who in death clung to a small simple wooden crucifix. He was, by the way, fully clothed in this version of the story. In fact, clothed in several layers of clothing that covered him quite totally. His out-of-shape body was very much concealed by much loose-fitting clothing. A handsome healer surrounded by empty vials and bottles lay next to those whom he had for quite some time helped with his potions and wisdom. Ah, was there no one left alive to mourn for the great healer who was also very handy with any do-it-yourself project? Alongside the healer lay the young messenger who was fast but not fast enough to escape the darkness.

A special sorrow would have gone through the heart of any observer who might see the two heroes who only a few days before had been on their honeymoon in the luxury of Bristol. Two lives cut too short. Only a few days ago they had been laughing and enjoying each other and ... (oops, forgot this was a family forum, better stop there.)

Highest up the hillside lay two men in each others arms. The strong muscular form and the thin wiry form fallen together. Their heads facing each other; the dark hair and the blonde hair side-by side in death.

But our observer, if there had been one, would have seen a small brown and black shape slowly lifting its head. In the battle no one had thought to put an end to u-dog. The old decrepit animal had been of no use and no threat. The battle had waged around him. And though he had been beaten and kicked, he still lived. (It goes to show that if you make enough fuss, you will eventually get resurrected.)

U-dog tried to struggle to his feet, but found only two legs that could still move. Though he had survived the battle, his days were near an end. His vision was blurry, but his canine sense of smell told him that his faithful master was far up the hillside. He did not know what he could do, but knew that his place was at his master's side. He drug himself centimeter by centimeter up the hillside. His strength ebbed step by step. His many wounds and loss of blood made each step a monumental effort. But all through the night the faithful dog made his way uphill. As faint fingers of twilight reached up in the predawn sky, he finally came to the body of Bryn, his loyal master and the hero of our story. A few meters away lay a canteen still full of water. U-dog drug the canteen over to Bryn. For he did not know that it was of no use; he did the only thing he could. And next to his lifelong master and friend he lay down with his head on Bryn's shoulder and breathed his last breath.

As the rays of sunlight hit the Welsh hills, the ancient prophecy came to pass. For indeed there was one with a love so pure that the darkness could never extinguish it. The pure love that exists only in two places began to flood over the landscape. Apart from God, only the love of a canine for his master was without guile and selfishness.

Bryn opened his eyes. Before him was the face of Pyblw eyes closed still in death. Bryn knew not what had happened only that somehow the darkness was indeed retreating. He saw Pyblw take one breath and then the dark eyes opened. The two looked into each others eyes not comprehending what was transpiring. Both men knew that they had been given a chance, another chance to do what they had neglected up to this time.

Not knowing if this moment was the last of one this life or the first of another Bryn looked deep into Pyblw's eyes and said the words that he had never allowed himslf to say, "I love you Pyblw."

Tears welled up in Pyblw's eyes, "I love you also, my Lord."

"If you call me, 'My Lord' again, you're going to be in big trouble," said Bryn as a smile spread across his face.

"Yes, ...uh... Bryn," said Pyblw. The two pulled together, and the kiss that had waited years, became a reality, a kiss born from love long-delayed, love that had endured despite all obstacles. There had been no kiss like it since the dawn of time. (Hey, any good story has to end with a kiss, you know. I'm a sentimental author, sniff, sniff.)

The soldiers of the light felt the power of love flow into them. Darkness could not hold sway any longer. As morning light brightened, all of those slain by the army of darkness arose until at last only two figures still lay on the ground. The fallen queen had, in her dying moments, grabbed ahold of the half-dead figure that had been Celtic74. Her grasp had refused to let him vanish into the world of the dead. As all gathered together, life flooded into the queen and king, and all rejoiced and let out a cheer as the last of the darkness vanished.

Bryn reached down and lifted in his arms the figure of U-dog. He had not been conquered by the darkness. His love had been the spark that had sent light flooding into the world. His days on this earth were done, and though he had been an absolute pain when he was a puppy, he proved that love triumphs. The pure selfless love of one who is willing to die for those he loves can indeed save the world. For the one who gave up his life willingly showed all humankind how to live in the light.

The royal wedding was a festive affair. All rejoiced with Bryn and Pyblw. For the first thing that Bryn had proclaimed as king was that everyone was free to love whomever he or she wished. What happened to Zyrbi and Celtic, you ask? Celtic, in one brief moment of wisdom, had realized that ruling was not for him. He decided to become a music teacher. Zyrbi decided that she could best serve the kingdom by traveling and proclaiming the message of light from one end of the kingdom to the other.

There was one new law that everyone was required to obey by the order of King Bryn. Wherever a royal army marched or a royal procession progressed, the royal flag would contain the image of the dog who had alone saved the kingdom from destruction. So it was that U-dog became the symbol of the kingdom. And to this day that very flag still flies in the land of Wales.

:o:o:o:o:o:o:o:o

Lastly, I shouldn't bother with this observation, but I am nothing if not pedantic, so ... regarding the characters of Davyd and Dwsh... There is an actual Welsh spelling of David, which is Dafydd, common diminutive is Dai (prounounced like what you do to eggs for Easter, or the finish of the expression "I could just ...") - Naturally, if you aren't Welsh, you wouldn't know this, so I fault no one on that. However, I'm choking every time I read the name Dwsh. W is a vowel in Welsh, and is pronounced like "oo" or long "u" ... hence, this character's name is a feminine hygiene product! Yikes.

Of all the things that could have troubled me in this story, the fact that that one jumps out says something about me. Probably not something flattering, but something nonetheless.

Pablo Rafael

12-30-2007, 05:09 PM

Though I continue to have no life, and have not been here in quite some time, morbid curiosity got the best of me ... and I can only say "HOLY CRAP!"

But... (tears starting to well up) this is my best; I thought it was pretty good... as crap goes.

Exactly WHAT are you implying here?

Not implying anything, Brent. Just saying that the couch is mighty lonely and uncomfortable. In all honesty, Brent, you have a cheap, lumpy couch. It was a lot nicer in ... (no, best not to air the dirty laundry on a public forum. We can discuss this in private.)

Lastly, I shouldn't bother with this observation, but I am nothing if not pedantic, so ... regarding the characters of Davyd and Dwsh... There is an actual Welsh spelling of David, which is Dafydd, common diminutive is Dai (prounounced like what you do to eggs for Easter, or the finish of the expression "I could just ...") - Naturally, if you aren't Welsh, you wouldn't know this, so I fault no one on that. However, I'm choking every time I read the name Dwsh. W is a vowel in Welsh, and is pronounced like "oo" or long "u" ... hence, this character's name is a feminine hygiene product! Yikes.

And wouldn't this little piece of information been more useful after chapter ONE than at the END of the story. How was I supposed to know; does "Pablo Rafael" sound Welsh to you? I suppose I have to go back and edit now. And I did it all on a typewriter so I have to write the entire thing over.

And I know what everyone is thinking. I shouldn't let Brent push me around. I'm bigger than he is after all. I think I will just stand up and tell him NO, I won't edit! I won't change any names (nor clean up the numerous typos and punctuation errors.)

WHAT!! Another month!!! :eek: No, no I'll edit! I'll edit!

Let see if I change Dwsh to Dysh that makes it "dish" doesn't it?

Pablo Rafael

12-31-2007, 11:52 AM

And he IS a dish! I've seen him and I know. :)

The pictures I have seen of him certainly have me agreeing with you.

We have some hot guys on these forums I tell you.

Zerbie

12-31-2007, 12:47 PM

We have some hot guys on these forums I tell you.

And you're just noticing this NOW???!!:eek::lol::lol:
(Are you sure you're gay? - :p:p:p Just kidding. :shield::))

andrewlittle

01-05-2008, 11:07 AM

The pictures I have seen of him certainly have me agreeing with you.

We have some hot guys on these forums I tell you.

Much easier to say now that you've included a new avatar. Not that I'm a good judge or anything ... I mean, I just have it on good authority ... oh shit, hmmm, you have a commanding visage - that's it, commanding.

Could this be one of those times I think gay guys have the advantage? Weeeeellllll, MAYBE.

Anyway, studmuffin - nice picture. Anybody we know?