14-03-2003, 09:58 AM
c'est le titre de l'histoire. :LeLudwig:
On m'avais demander de montrer l'histoire dont vouz ?te le h?ro que je suis en train d'?crire. La voici! :yo:
Bon attention c'est en Anglais
et ce n'est que le d?but. Je vais aller jusqu'au premier choix et vous me direz si ?a vou int?resse ou pas. Si c'est le cas, j'enverrais la suite au fur et ? mesure. :LeMarkSunstorm:
The brave knight took a step forward, knelt before the old king and received a prize for his courage :
This sword of magical craft is now thine said the old man. May it help thee in thy quest to find the lair of the dragon beyond the woods of the elves. Now join us, we are honoured by thy presence at this banquet. Tough Gabriel had not had such a supper in months, he could not help but think about his next move. The wood had dark and gloomy tales about it, many people had never returned from it and many legends and rumours spoke of ghosts or fairies. He himself had seen strange glimmers in the mist as he gazed towards the deep forest from the watch tower of the eastern road.
Everything was disturbing there. The trees, for a start, were ...
What ? Dark, moss-covered ? No, that is not creepy enough. And… what if there were a lion in the forest ? There is always a lion in chivalry stories ! But how could an animal from the desert live in this damp and chilly forest ? Maybe there was a circus at the castle and the lion escaped when the truck had an accident on the road. No, there were no trucks at this time. Let's drop the lion. In this wood there are wolves. Or better yet, giant snakes ! No, that is stupid. Hmm, let me think...
I tried to relax and to empty my mind of wild pictures of strange men fighting snakes in a forest. I opened my eyes and let the place where I was sink into my mind. Great trees were gently swaying in the evening breeze. They exchanged secrets as old as the world itself, their voices a quiet whisper to those who did not understand them. Colourful birds flew from one branch to another, adding their chirping to the voice of the forest. I breathed in the smell of moist earth and for a spell the soul of the forest spoke to me. The feeling was lost when the creak of a mechanical joint broke the natural pattern of forest sounds. I sighed and looked up at the tall robot which had just appeared.
My apologies for disturbing you, sir. I will have this joint oiled at my next check-up said the Ent, its artificial voice blending perfectly with the bird chatter.
Don't worry. I was leaving anyway. Keep on taking good care of those trees !
Always, sir.
I walked to the nearest path which brought me to the eaves of the forest. I did not want to be late for my fencing class in twenty minutes and still had a long way to go.
I entered a decontamination chamber and patiently stood under the soft purple beams, mentally preparing myself to face what was on the other side of the door.
It hissed open just as the beam stopped. I stepped from the decontamination chamber and joined the flow of people walking down Lantarlie avenue. Most of these people were off-duty and wore casual clothes. Small groups of chattering friends were joking and arguing under the benevolent eye of the Red Shirt currently in charge of security. The steps of hundreds of feet made almost no noise on the soft green plastic tiles of the floor. Silver patterns decorated the translucent walls and informed the passer-by that he was walking down Lantarlie avenue, C5247/674/072. The avenue encircled Lantarlie Forest and many access hatches led trough the transparent hull to the forest paths. Across the avenue were living quarters, much sought after for their enjoyable location.
I was just thinking about making a request for quarters there myself when the three beeps preceding an announcement rang out. As one, all the passers-by stopped and quieted down.
"Attention everybody. This is strategus Elgond speaking. As some of you may have noticed from the navigational computers, the Lonely Sun's course will bring her close to an inhabitable planet. A ship will be launched towards it in approximately three days. We have agreed to send a dozen observers with the usual away teams. The people who would like to go down to the planet must report within three hours to the nearest Exploration Office. Thank you for your attention. May your feet bear you along colourful paths. Elgond out."
As soon as the transmission cut-off sound was heard, everyone resumed their previous activity, and the usual soft rumble of conversation increased to an uproar. Elgond's suggestion was being passionately discussed and a group of young people was already queuing outside the swift-lift that would bring them to the Exploration Office, some 80 km from here.
I stood in the middle of Lantarlie avenue, quite unsure of what to do. I needed inspiration for my books, my solitary meditation in the forest having proven that my poor personal experience was very insufficient for the writing of interesting or consistent stories. But was I ready to leave my friends, my quarters, my very life to face terrifying dangers on an unknown planet?
YES go to 67.
No go to 42.
La mise en page laisse ? d?sirer mais c'est parceque lors de couper coller elle a ?t? d?truite et que je n'ai pas la patience de la refaire
On m'avais demander de montrer l'histoire dont vouz ?te le h?ro que je suis en train d'?crire. La voici! :yo:
Bon attention c'est en Anglais
et ce n'est que le d?but. Je vais aller jusqu'au premier choix et vous me direz si ?a vou int?resse ou pas. Si c'est le cas, j'enverrais la suite au fur et ? mesure. :LeMarkSunstorm: The brave knight took a step forward, knelt before the old king and received a prize for his courage :
This sword of magical craft is now thine said the old man. May it help thee in thy quest to find the lair of the dragon beyond the woods of the elves. Now join us, we are honoured by thy presence at this banquet. Tough Gabriel had not had such a supper in months, he could not help but think about his next move. The wood had dark and gloomy tales about it, many people had never returned from it and many legends and rumours spoke of ghosts or fairies. He himself had seen strange glimmers in the mist as he gazed towards the deep forest from the watch tower of the eastern road.
Everything was disturbing there. The trees, for a start, were ...
What ? Dark, moss-covered ? No, that is not creepy enough. And… what if there were a lion in the forest ? There is always a lion in chivalry stories ! But how could an animal from the desert live in this damp and chilly forest ? Maybe there was a circus at the castle and the lion escaped when the truck had an accident on the road. No, there were no trucks at this time. Let's drop the lion. In this wood there are wolves. Or better yet, giant snakes ! No, that is stupid. Hmm, let me think...
I tried to relax and to empty my mind of wild pictures of strange men fighting snakes in a forest. I opened my eyes and let the place where I was sink into my mind. Great trees were gently swaying in the evening breeze. They exchanged secrets as old as the world itself, their voices a quiet whisper to those who did not understand them. Colourful birds flew from one branch to another, adding their chirping to the voice of the forest. I breathed in the smell of moist earth and for a spell the soul of the forest spoke to me. The feeling was lost when the creak of a mechanical joint broke the natural pattern of forest sounds. I sighed and looked up at the tall robot which had just appeared.
My apologies for disturbing you, sir. I will have this joint oiled at my next check-up said the Ent, its artificial voice blending perfectly with the bird chatter.
Don't worry. I was leaving anyway. Keep on taking good care of those trees !
Always, sir.
I walked to the nearest path which brought me to the eaves of the forest. I did not want to be late for my fencing class in twenty minutes and still had a long way to go.
I entered a decontamination chamber and patiently stood under the soft purple beams, mentally preparing myself to face what was on the other side of the door.
It hissed open just as the beam stopped. I stepped from the decontamination chamber and joined the flow of people walking down Lantarlie avenue. Most of these people were off-duty and wore casual clothes. Small groups of chattering friends were joking and arguing under the benevolent eye of the Red Shirt currently in charge of security. The steps of hundreds of feet made almost no noise on the soft green plastic tiles of the floor. Silver patterns decorated the translucent walls and informed the passer-by that he was walking down Lantarlie avenue, C5247/674/072. The avenue encircled Lantarlie Forest and many access hatches led trough the transparent hull to the forest paths. Across the avenue were living quarters, much sought after for their enjoyable location.
I was just thinking about making a request for quarters there myself when the three beeps preceding an announcement rang out. As one, all the passers-by stopped and quieted down.
"Attention everybody. This is strategus Elgond speaking. As some of you may have noticed from the navigational computers, the Lonely Sun's course will bring her close to an inhabitable planet. A ship will be launched towards it in approximately three days. We have agreed to send a dozen observers with the usual away teams. The people who would like to go down to the planet must report within three hours to the nearest Exploration Office. Thank you for your attention. May your feet bear you along colourful paths. Elgond out."
As soon as the transmission cut-off sound was heard, everyone resumed their previous activity, and the usual soft rumble of conversation increased to an uproar. Elgond's suggestion was being passionately discussed and a group of young people was already queuing outside the swift-lift that would bring them to the Exploration Office, some 80 km from here.
I stood in the middle of Lantarlie avenue, quite unsure of what to do. I needed inspiration for my books, my solitary meditation in the forest having proven that my poor personal experience was very insufficient for the writing of interesting or consistent stories. But was I ready to leave my friends, my quarters, my very life to face terrifying dangers on an unknown planet?
YES go to 67.
No go to 42.
La mise en page laisse ? d?sirer mais c'est parceque lors de couper coller elle a ?t? d?truite et que je n'ai pas la patience de la refaire