I happen to think they are down-right talented, perhaps you are too.
If you want to write a little something about your character, then
me and you shall be added to these pages. Perhaps you would like to
tell me which story you like the best - that intelligent Emperor's story
is pretty good (hint hint)
Anyway, enough nonsense, may I present to you the following tales
Now, I bet yer askin' yerself, 'What's an old Horse Marine like this
doing running around with all these folks babblin' about Wills and Words,
and wavin' big, blue flamin' swords around?' I've been askin' myself that
same sort of question. Think I figgered it out, too.
While this Belgarion kid and his family and friends, an' the big knight
in black and associates, might seem a bit behind the times, they all mean
well it seems. And, when you get down to it, we all want the same things.
They want their worlds to be good, safe places... somewhere quiet to live.
Me n' ol' Clint, we're just as happy to be up here in the mountains above
Twisp... a nice, quiet place to... well, to just be, y'know what I mean?
In all my years of traveling, I've never lost the thrill of encountering
new people, seeing new places, taking advantage of new opportunities. I
had a lot of trouble understanding why some people were always so eager
to get home after a trip. I've never been one to settle down in one place
for very long, if you know what I mean. Still, I'm beginning to have some
second thoughts in my old age. I suppose Liselle might have something to
do with that.
Oh, and in case anyone should ask, I'm offically retired from the spying
business. Yes, that's right. Officially.
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Mother's pass down a lot to their daughters, hot to cook, sow, act in public...
but one should consider how much a father can give to their little girl.
For instance, my father, the blacksmith, provided a way for me to buy my
title... and with that I was able to extract many secrets from the unsuspecting
men at court. I guess desparate men do deparate things to get the attention
of a pretty, blonde, empty headed baroness.
Not only did I impress various men, I impressed our beloved queen,
but for different reasons. I was invited, as the lady in waiting to Queen
Ehlana, to the Tamuli Empire, where once again, I was able to use the gift
Father gave me (and also re-establish part of the family business) to manipulate
my beloved Stragen to marry me. True it sounds harsh, but Milord Stragen
needed special encouragement to marry a blonde, empty headed baroness.
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Hello, my name is Merel, wife to a "bear" of a man who never seem to have
enough time for me or the children. I tend to be a bit petulant at times,
but I suppose that is my right as a woman. So much for the "curse" laid
on my husband, nothing compared to when he and his fast friends begin drinking.
I'll warrant a bear is cleaner and happier in the morning. All aside I
truly love my husband and wild little boy, and although we in RL haven't
been blessed with little girls yet we are hoping for them one day.
My main peeve is when he leaves for long periods of time for work. Nothing
makes you feel quite so unwanted as being left behind with a full time
hellion and a household to run, as well as cleaning up the messes everyone
around here manages to create.
--As an aside I really enjoyed Merel although she isn't a large part
in the stories because I often felt the same way about my husband working
away from home while I was pregnant. And the part about the bear...well
he is Irish, need I say more. There are alot of parallels there.
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A future female disciple of Aldur, one taken in times where the teaching
of the W&W is more for learning than fighting, or fufilling Prophecies,
living in The Vale suits me nicely, calm and peaceful, and I can devote
time to studies I might otherwise miss... perhaps I'll figure out why 2+2=4
in the Bel world! Belgarath invited me to make use of the various things
in his tower to aid in my studies, but frankly, I can't make head or tail
of most of the stuff... it's eons old, anyway. Well, not quite, but almost!
I really must go... the books on my desk are calling to me...
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Hi, my name is Sarathi, not _the_ Sarathi you understand, my parents were
obviously blessed by the same man that Dolmant named himself after.
I was sent to this NG to investigate the rising Aphrael worship and
to report back to Dolmant. I believe that the Elene God is absolute and
Aphrael ... well nothig personal but she just _can't_ be divine. We do
however agree on a few things. Aph and I detest Trolls, Spam, the E/T needs
as much exposure as B/M and that Celine Dion is one of the greatest performers
I do however protest about the strong anti-Elene feeling in the group,
something does need to be done.
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"Sometimes centuries roll by where nothing ever happens, but in the space
of a few short years events that are so momentous take place that the world
will never be the same again. I like living in these times...there's excitement
and danger, the thrill of beating your opponent and knowing that you are
the best player around! Yes, it can a lonely way to live, but I wouldn't
want to change it for anything! I find it very amusing to irritate Belgarath,
by saying things like 'Trust me' or 'Would I do that?', but then small
things amuse small minds, or so I'm told. Our search for the Orb, and later
the search for Garion's son, has been the most thrilling time of my life.
It has brought me close to my companions and I must admit that I really
do love them...even CeNedra! Heheh. Of course if it wasn't for this I would
never have met my Brother or gotten to know Liselle quite so well. But
now, as things start to quieten down and life returns to normal, I am content
in the knowledge that I have played the game to the best of my ability
and most importantly, have had as much fun as I could whilst doing so!"
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And as for me, well, when I arrived back from Rendor oh so long ago, all
I wanted to do was serve my Queen. Since then I've saved the world (twice),
gotten married, lost my best friend, gained a lot of new ones (yourself
included), had a daughter, argued with a goddess (numerous times), watched
another friend become the Archprelate, seen two other friends live in sin,
then later helped them get married, discovered that not all gods are smart,
killed two gods. Need I go on? I think the best description of me at the
moment is tired. I'd like to live my life for a while, thanks. That's one
of the reasons I gave up all that Bhelliom had to offer. I wanted to go
back to being a "normal" person again. I wanted to be Sparhawk, husband
to Ehlana, father to Danea, not Anahka
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Tynian was born to be an Alcione Knight, and of course is the best of that
order. He is hardly ever serious about anything whatsoever, and is usually
the one making the odd comments that mean nothing at all. He tries to keep
thing light and friendly at all time. The first thing Tynian looked up
when he got his internet connection was David Eddings, but it wasn't until
several months later that he discovered Alt.Fan.Eddings, which caused his
internet usage to double almost overnight. A few days later, when he figured
out how to use his newsreader, his connection time was back down to reasonable
levels. That is, until he discovered IRC. Tynian spends quite a bit of
time in #eddings, and can be found there at almost all times of the day
on weekends or evenings (Pacific time, that is). In real life, Tynian is
a 21 year old English Major at UBC, hoping to get into the Honours English
program, which means he is a glutton for punishment. Sick, isn't it? In
addition to Eddings, Tynian is obsessed with his computer and his guitar,
even though he is not very good at the latter.
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Hello my name is Ulath I am a Genidian knight from Thalesia. I dont speak
much I tend to let my actions speak for themselves.I hate cooking and have
come up with the best system I know of to keep me away from the cooking
fire.Kalten being a guts will end up doing most of the cooking on this
mission with Sir Sparhawk the way he is going.
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The first time I remember seeing Silk was when I was a little girl, and
he came to report to my uncle, Javelin. At the time Javelin was posing
as a street vendor in Rheon, acting as a contact point for the spies he
had in place around there. It was around Erastide, so there was a lot of
dancing and celebrating going on around the marketplace. I'd heard of Silk,
of course - his exploits were already becoming famous, and being the neice
of one of the highest members of the Drasnian intelligence service meant
that I picked up a lot of useful information. I felt this peculiar shock
of recognition when I saw him coming towards me. It was a very strange
feeling, since I didn't really know anyone in Rheon, and he certainly didn't
look like anyone I knew from home. There was a lot of music from the celebrations,
which might have confused me a little, but it seemed like I almost heard
a ringing sound as Silk walked towards Javelin and I. He chatted to Javelin
about the festival, but his fingers were explaining something about a plague
in Boktor. I remember he looked deeply hurt, then seemed to square his
shoulders and once again had the arrogant, self-important look I've come
to recognise as the incarnation of Radek of Boktor. Then Javelin introduced
me, and Silk bent down to talk to me. I was still very young, and the noise
was fairly confusing, so I'm afraid I wasn't very tactful that day. I asked
him why he looked so sad about Boktor, and when I looked in his eyes it
was like I was looking over this great chasm. Then he seemed to recover
himself again, and reached out and pulled my braid, then pretended to pull
a coin out of my ear. He gave me the coin "for teaching him a lesson" -
he hadn't realised that he'd let his feelings show. Then he said something
to Javelin about my being precocious - how did I know the secret language
at that age? Javelin just laughed, and told Silk to be careful, since I'd
spent my whole life around spies and had been learning the trade since
I was a baby...Silk really should have taken more notice of that comment.
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How Walker came to know of other Universes
WARNING Contains spoilers for the Heritage of Shannara!
With a tired sigh Walker shut the book that lay in front of him on the
table. The flickering torchlight played across his worn and weathered features,
making him seem older than he really was. In many ways, he was. Silently,
he considered the way his life had played out in the past year. Who would
have though a year ago the Dark Uncle would be sitting in the Druids' castle,
doing the very things he despised them for? Who would have thought that
Walker Boh, a lonely hermit who cared nothing for the Four Lands and its
people would be the only one capable of saving it?
He smiled at the irony of it all. He was sure that somewhere, Allanon
was watching him and laughing.
Things had changed.
The Federation was retreating into the Southland, the Shadowen Seekers
that had run it destroyed. The Elves were once again returned to the Four
Lands after centuries of hardship on Morrowindl. The slow advance of Uhl
Belk had been halted.. Paranor was returned to the world of man. Shades,
even Par had settled down with Damson. Even Cogline was gone In a rare
show of emotion, a single tear ran down his lined face, glinting like an
elfstone in the yellow light. Even now the memories of the old man lingered.
It was still too painful. He had been blinded by his own self-righteousness
for so long that it had taken his death to show Walker how important the
old man had been to him.
Walker steeled himself against the tide of sadness that threatened to
overcome him, his eyes growing hard and distant. A Druid had to be disconnected
from emotion. Where would the Four Lands be now if Allanon or Bremen had
acted on hate or love? You couldn't afford to let something as human as
emotion cloud your judgement. On this at least, Walker had agreed with
the shade of Allanon.
What now? There seemed little to do. The Four Lands were still recovering
from the past thousand years. They had no need for a Druid, at least not
yet. There would be no apprentices knocking at his door for at least ten
years. He ran the fingers of his one good hand over the red leather of
the book on the table before him; the newest addition to the Druid Histories,
the first of many bearing the name Walker Boh. Walker Boh would never be
forgotten now, but nor would he be recognised for what he had done for
the Four Lands. But that suited the Dark Uncle fine, he had no use nor
wish for fame or praise. He had done what was needed, and more importantly,
what he had thought was right. He looked around at the bookshelves around
him - the accumulated wisdom of all mankind was here. In this room was
the key to the survival of the Four Lands and its peoples. He smiled again,
this time with some warmth. The druids had left a vast legacy, one that
could not be stopped. Here and there he could see the names of Bremen,
Allanon and the druids that had gone before them edged in gold on the spines
of leather bound volumes. In the flickering light they seemed to dance
as if they were alive, watching him to see what he would do next.
"Well, Walker Boh? What will you do next?"
He considered it for a moment, his hand stroking his dark beard thoughtfully,
his brow furrowed. Then he stood up. Gathering up his black robe and tucking
the book under one arm he blew out the candle that stood flickering on
the oaken table. In a moment he was gone, and only a faint swirl of dust
in the air was bore testimony to his having ever been there.
Through the torchlit halls of Paranor he strode, at last a druid with
a purpose. He made first for the armoury, a room that had not been used
since the days of the Betrayal. The door swung open with a reluctant creak,
flooding the druid with a breath of air that was centuries old. Brushing
away the cobwebs, and taking a torch from the hall, Walker entered. It
took him a while to find a sword he liked, and that felt right in his hand.
He waved it in the air few times, testing it. It was good, if a little
tarnished. A flash of druid fire later the sword gleamed like new. Resealing
the armoury, he made his way to his sleeping quarters. Once there, he snatched
a blank scroll from a pile on his table and picked up an inked quill.
"Gone out, will be back in a few years" he wrote, almost laughing as
he pictured his nephew Coll's face if he ever read this. He arranged the
scroll where it would be easily seen, then grabbed a few essentials and
disappeared out of the door.
Down the stairs he went, always heading towards the great tower. Finally,
he arrived there. As he stood before the yawning chasm before him he was
reminded of the ordeal he had faced to free Paranor from the dark Druid
magic that had hidden Paranor from the world of men and had stalked its
corridors with hissing green death. Even know he could remember the fear
and apprehension he had felt then. But this time it was different, he would
be summoning the magic this time.
Laying the book and staff on the floor beside him, he began to focus
his will. Eyes closed, and cloak wrapped around him he searched inside
him for the knowledge and strength that would release the magic from its
slumber. He stood like that for so long, that one would have thought him
a statue. Then, suddenly, like a sleeper awoken by a noise in the night,
his dark eyes flipped open. Like dark clouds on the horizon, they were
filled with the promise of the unloosing of great power. But there was
something else, a faint twinkle of mirth.
As the Druid fire flared to life, the magic began to stir fathoms below.
With a low rumble that grew slowly louder it approached, filling the air
with a heaviness that dwarfed the druid on his slender catwalk. The druid
strengthened himself against the blow he knew would come. But when it did,
it caught him off his guard. The breath knocked from his lungs the druid
crouched, quickly grabbing the book and staff. Then, with a final look
at his surroundings, he uttered an almost whimsical laugh, and leapt into
The magic closed around him with a flare of azure light, swallowing
him, leaving behind only the faint echoes of his laughter
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Hi ! My name is Yarblek.
Originally I'm from Gar og Nadrag. But that doesn't really matter,
because I'm travelling around the whole world to earn money.
My life changed quite a lot when I met Silk and made a partnership
with him. You can learn lots from this guy.
But you shouldn't trust him too much. It's good that I started my own
business. Now I can try to become the richest man of the world. If that's
not working, I'm anyway having lots of fun.
I don't like Grolims. They're just too concentrated on sacrifice and
religion. The most important thing is to have fun, fun, fun...
Thats all about me. Now lets go and drink some beers.
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Someone more or less forced me into coexisting with the other side. I fight
against it every living second of my life. They ask me what's the matter,
and I just growl at them. Why cannot they understand that it is not what
I wanted, I wanted supremacy, I wanted to rule by Torak and due to them
I will not get what I wanted. Due to them I will not have the posibillity
to marry him and rule by his side as the queen of the world. And they want
to know what's wrong. They just have to look at me, see me and they will
understand. The stars beneath my skin, creepy, but it shows the world that
I am diffrent from the other stupid females around.
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Zubrette had the potential to be the love of Garion's life. As things went
she had to settle for being the first. Happiest ruling the roost, Garion,
Doroon and Rundorig fought to please her and fulfill her every little whim.
A real attention seaker, she never grew up until Garion went away and she
realized that her universe - and all its limitations - was just one piece
in the wide, wide world. Whilst Garion explored this world, Zubrette remained
at Faldor's Farm, attached herself permenantly to Rundorig and began to
learn to enjoy a simple, yet rewarding life as a wife and mother.
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