Long time no typing...

Well, I'm just making a quick update on what's going on so that people don't believe I've quit... Not at all! I have continued on TCNS and made the decision to acctually write it as a novel.

I am also writing a new short story, just to get a break from all the "serious" writing. The short story will be called "The Messenger", at least for now. The story is about Parisa, an angelic messenger, whom works for ANXO. She is happy with her post, but believes that she would be of more help in some other part of the company, for example the Steel Wings. But she also knows that if somebody knew about her heritage she would get the sack, since she is a result of "an unholy union" between an angel and a demon. To others she might not seem different, but Ramiel, the CEO, knows about the powers that sleep within her. Powers that could be hazardous if not controlled and used properly.

TCNS: A Love Song

  A cloud of thick cigar smoke filled the club and a melancholic song mirrored the atmosphere. This was not a place for dance, love or laughter. This was one of the places people seemed to end up at when they felt miserable, alone and forgotten.

  Sheri watched the crowd from the stage and let them hear about her pain and suffering through her words and voice.

  There weren’t that many customers tonight expect the regulars. A few sat by the bar and some were scattered around the tables. The only thing they had in common was that everyone seemed gloomier than the other. Expect for one.

  He was wearing a dark grey suit and had a glass of red wine in his hand. He had been staring intensely at her for the whole night. It seemed like he actually was more interested in her performance than in reaching the bottom of his glass.

  The song was finished and as Sheri stood up a lone applaud originated from the man’s corner. Ignoring it, Sheri walked off the stage and went to her dressing room. As she closed the door behind her she let out a long sigh.

  She unzipped her blood red dress, let it slowly slide off and let her hair down. She really didn’t long for putting on her waitress uniform, so she took her time and an extra glance at herself in the mirror. Her appearance would be more fitting for a seductive siren than a simple waitress.

  A small yellow jar sat alone on the table. “For keeping you stable”, the shrink had said. If it wasn’t necessary for staying in working condition she would have thrown the pills in the gutter. She took a few and swallowed them before leaving the room.

  - You can go home now Alice, Sheri said with a faint smile. I’ll take over from here.

  - Thanks, the woman responded. A whisky to the man with the trench in table 5 and a new bottle of wine to the suit in the corner.

  - Got it.

  A young boy had sat down by the piano. He played as if bound by a beautiful, yet sorrowful spell. His smooth voice echoed through the hall as Sheri put down the whisky by the almost passed out man in a trench coat and picked up the empty ones. Silently she put them on a tray and brought them back to the bar. For a few seconds she then stopped to listen to the music before heading towards the corner with a bottle of wine.

  - The boy is good, but a little bit pitchy, the man said. Don’t you think?

  Sheri looked up at the man and noticed that he met her with an equally piercing gaze.

  - You seem to know something about music, Sheri said as she put down the bottle on the table.

  - I have picked up a few things over the years, the man said with a grin. Would you like to sit down for a minute? You fascinate me.

  For a second she hesitated. But a minute or two surely could do no harm, right? So she pulled out a chair and sat down by the table.

  - So, what do you find so fascinating in me? Sheri said looking straight into the man’s eyes.

  - The determination in your eyes, he answered calmly. I have never seen such power, but there is also something sad hanging in the air.

  - Interesting. So what brings a man like you to a place like this?

  The man pulled his chair a bit closer to hers, without breaking their eye contact.

  - The same as everyone else: A great loss. I just lost my lover in an odd accident. I found the body, drained from blood, in my bathtub. The world is so cruel and humans die so easily.

  - True, Sheri said impatiently.  Now you have to excuse me. I have work to do. Enjoy your wine.

  She stood up and went back to the bar. She was actually thankful for taking those pills, since they were the only thing keeping her together at the moment.

  The next night Sheri had another show and again she put on the mask of a seductive siren in order to sing about the pain everyone kept hidden in their hearts and the salvation people hoped to find at the bottom of a glass. And again the man sat in the corner, wearing another grey suit and drinking red wine.

  After the show Sheri changed her clothes and went to sit by the man in the corner. There was nothing else to do at the moment anyways.

  They chatted for a while about this and that without asking anything personal. They had a lot in common and if it would have been another time, place and circumstances they could really have hit it off. But Sheri could never let such a thing happen.

  - You have stain on your shirt, Sheri said. It looks like blood.

  The man tensed up and tried to cover the stain with his jacket.

  - It’s just some red wine, he said nervously. Oh my, how time flies! I’m sorry but I really need to leave now.

  - What a coincidence, Sheri said calmly with a piercing look. So do I.

  The man hurried out and after a few seconds Sheri followed him. When she got outside she just managed to get a glimpse of a grey jacket disappearing behind a corner. Soon after some clatter and a few curses were heard. Too bad, the clumsy ones weren’t much of a challenge for a skilled hunter.

  She followed the figure through dark alleys and backstreets. After a few blocks it stopped to look around for followers. It relaxed and walked calmly into the dead end. Sheri grinned to herself. Now the real fun could start.

  Careful not to make any sound she snuck after the thing and hid behind a dumpster. A man and a woman stood a few steps away from her, whispering. The man caressed the woman caringly before giving her a passionate kiss. New lovers obviously.

   Their relationship didn’t matter. The clock was ticking anyways and soon time and luck would run out.

  The woman, clearly the dominant one, pressed the man up against the wall and kissed his neck. The man seemed to fade into some odd kind of ecstasy mixed together with fear and pain. First tensing up and then passing out.

  The creature giggled and crouched over the poor fool. He hadn’t had a chance against that monster. But tonight the luck was on his side.

  Sheri pulled out a knife and stepped out of the shadows. The creature let out a surprised shriek and its eyes widened by fear. Quickly it pulled its act together and tried to figure out how to explain this.

  - Take it easy, it stuttered. This is not what it looks like.

  - Do you really think I’ fall for such a lie? Sheri said coldly. What I have seen and the blood on your jacket are more than enough proof of what you are. Aren’t they Alice?

  For a split second Sheri felt the high from the creature’s horror. Then she ended its petty life and covered the grey jacket in what must, a long time ago, have been Alice’s blood.

  Sheri sat on her stool and sung. Tonight there was a bit of a crowd, but that didn’t keep her from seeing the man in a suit in the corner table. But tonight he wasn’t alone. Tonight he sat with a handsome young man as his company.

  After her number Sheri went to make them company for a while before her shift would start. The new one seemed quite naïve and cheery, but still he was both dignified and intelligent.

  - Michael would you mind getting us something to drink? The suit said caringly. I’m parched.

  - You’re such a pain, the youngster said and gave his company a light kiss. I’ll be right back with you two.

  Michael left and the suit leaned a bit closer to me.

  - Could you promise not to tell him about me drinking wine? He said nervously. He hates alcohol above all else and I don’t want to upset him.

  - Don’t worry, Sheri said with a smile. I’m used to keeping secrets.

Diasratensir update

For the record: I AM prioritize my other projects (since they "are in more of a hurry")... I have got two major news about it:

1. The world is created by Power and Energy, where Energy is what builds everything and Power gives life to it. To create a stable life-form there has to be a certain amount of both, but when acctually living either one can be more dominant (e.g. a stone has more Energy than Power in itself and a fairy almost no Energy in itself). There is constant amount of both Energy and Power, but the forms

2. There are people who live in the mountains (No geography, so atm still random, isolated mountains). The richer/higher up in the social rank you are the higher up and deeper in the mountain you live (with the ruler living the whole top part). But that's not what's so special about them. The special thing is that after the children are born Power starts to separate from their body and builds a "Soul Shadow". The shadow is more or less the persons true self and walks beside them for the rest of their life. A person can only see their own shadow, but the shadows can see each other just like we see other people (in some cases twins and persons who are truly and whole heartedly in love with each other can see each others Shadows). Shadows have their own rules and customs, of which one is not to tell about other peoples Shadows without their permission.

Fal'narn update 1.0

I thought that I probably should make a quick update on the Fal'narn project, since it is on the top of my priority list at the moment.
I have managed to get a good start on it, since I already have an idea about how the people is and a few things here and there about the details. I have also managed to more or less finish everything about magic/magicians in the country! I will stay hush-hush about the details, but I can tell that in this country magicians are exeptionally unpopular (if the parents notice that their new born child has magic powers they get rid of it without remorse, e.g.)... I have also started planning the clothing style and it will be a concoction consisting: Fantasy/Medieval clothing style, Elegant Gothic Aristocrat style and Kimono style.
Pictures that could be used for inspiration (sorry for bad picture quality):

Medieval/Fantasy

EGA

Kimono

A Small Sanctuary

  I looked over to the lake and noticed a shadowy figure sitting there, all alone. I knew about that shadows pain and I just wanted to walk down the dew wet lawn and sit down next to that figure and say:
  "You don't have to talk to me or even acknowledge that I am here next to you, if you don't want to. But I will sit down here and be available, no matter what you want, since I just can't stand around, do nothing and feel useless. Got it?"
  But something kept me from doing it. I don't know if it was selfishness or kindness. But I do sincerely regret that I merely walked off that night.
  I haven't felt your pain. But I do think that I might have a slight clue about how it must feel. And in that case I really want to make the world seem at least a little bit better.

  Telling you "It's going to be alright" would feel like hypocrisy
  Telling you "I know how you feel" would pretty much be lying
  But I want to ease your pain
  I don't need to be your guardian angel
  I don't need to be a saviour

  All I want is
  To be someone you know will care about you
  To be someone you know you can always talk to
  To be someone you know you can always trust
  To be someone you know will always help you pick yourself up when you fall   
  
  I am not a hero
  I am not an angel
  I don't need to be someone like that
  But I want to be a small sanctuary
  That never goes away

Ah! Home sweet home!

So now I'm finally home from Stockholm! The vacation was really great and oh dear heavens I have spent a lot of money! I really hope that I've got my salary for the acting job so I can pay my parents back... They agreed on paying for me during the trip, because I hadn't got any (yet) as long as I pay them back when I get the money. Now I just have to count how much I have acctually spent and run that amount through a currency converter (Swedish Kronor -> Euro)...

Now it's time to sum up what we acctually did during the week:
  It started off by driving down to Turku (for me from Vaasa) and taking the night boat to Stockholm. When we arrived we didn't do much, just spent the morning at our relatives whoms house we lived in during the week (they went on a trip too, so we had the whole house for ourselves) and Mom and Dad went to check on a boat (found on the internet) which they wanted to buy, but it seems like they hadn't been clear enough with that since the owner sold the boat to someone else (someone from Turku to add insult to injury!) later that week... Well, such things happen. When they came back we went shopping in Stockholm Outlet, an area where a lot of designers have small shops with clothes for outlet (a.k.a. lower) prices. I didn't buy anything from there, but found a lovely pair of leather boots from a shop outside of the Outlet (which I bought later on from a shop at Kista Gallerian, but more about that later). We also took a quick tour through IKEA and Stadium, but we knew that we would come back later so we didn't buy anything.
  The next day we spent slacking, but we also did a trip to XXL where I bought a sleeping bag, since I'm really tired of carrying around the huge and clumsy ones we have... But this one is small and handy!
  On Wednesday we started the serious buisness and went shopping at Drottninggatan in Stockholm. I don't know what was wrong with me, since I was pretty much the only one to buy anything that day (my Mum and sis are great shoppers and they found nothing)! I have already lost track of what I bought when, but there will be a list of the things I bought at the end of this post so don't worry.
  On Thursday we thought that we would take a pause from shopping and went to Junibacken! Yes, the place is meant for little kids... But the whole place is so adorable me (18) and my sis (15) just can't resist going there! The irony s also that the first thing we said when the idea of going to Stockholm was mentioned that we instantly demanded that we should go there... It's pretty much the same thing everytime we go there (We have been to Junibacken on every Stockholm trip), but it's still as fun as it was when we were kids. They also have a great bookstore and I bought two books there. We had planned to go to Vasa Museet that day, but we realised that we wouldn't have enough time, so we went to Gamla Stan instead. There is a great bookstore in Gamla Stan (for geeks at least) called Science Fiction Bokhandeln which I truly and whole heartedly recommend! I had to be really careful not to start looking to closely at every shelf, since the rest of my family would hardly have appreciated waiting for hours outside one shop, but I acctually bought a card game from there ("Are you the traitor?"), but I haen't been able to test it yet because it takes 4 players and none in my family wanted to try it... But all in due time!
  On Friday we went shopping again, but as I said I have lost track of what was bought when and where...
  On Saturday we had meant to go to Vasa Museet, but "someone" (me) woke up really late and took time to get ready so we went to Kista Gallerian instead! The place was HUGE (we realised it better afterwards, when we realised that there had been a sign that said "MAX 250m ->" in one end of the mall and MAX had been in the middle of the place...), but we didn't spend that much time there.
  On Sunday we finally went to Vasa Museet! The place wasn't that crowded as one would have thought that day and it was really interesting see the old shipwreck of Vasa. There was a whole lot of history and interesting facts about the people and stuff, but somehow I didn't feel like reading much (Which I regret a bit now...)
  On Monday we bought a few things we had left and spent the last of our kronor. The rest of the day we spent packing (which went amazingly painlessly) and with our relatives.

Complete list of what I bought during the trip:
- 3 games:
  - Stolen (PS2, used, 29 Kr)
  - Splinter Cell: Pandora Tomorrow (PS2, used, 79 Kr)
  - Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater (PS2, used, 119 Kr)
- A PS2 controller (Brand: Gametech, 99 Kr)
- A card game: Are you the traitor? (from: Science Fiction Bokhandeln, 148 Kr)
- 3 books (Firstname Lastname: Title):
  - Patrick Rothfuss: The Name of the Wind (139 Kr)
  - Sofia Nordin: Natthimmel (65 Kr)
  - Cornelia Funke: Reckless (199 Kr)
- A Retro Heat Change Mug (from: Lagerhaus, 99 Kr)
- A fancy peach colored top with a black belt (Brand: Amisu, 179 Kr)
- A blue-green-ish T-shirt with the text: My heart needs music (Brand: Fishbone, 49 Kr)
- A bright green T-shirt with a cute, black turtle with geeky glasses and the text: Turtlelly Nerdy (Brand: Fishbone, 49 Kr)
- A brown T-shitr with beige butterflies and some text (H&M, 99 Kr)
- A black top with an ornate silver mirror and the text: ...Who is the fairest of them all (H&M, 99 Kr)
- A Black Cardigan (H&M, 149 Kr)
- A pair of black sweatpants (Brand: Puma, 299 Kr)
- A pair of dark blue, tight jeans (Brand: Divided, 199 Kr)
- 3 bras (yes, these are worth mentioning):
  - dark blue, silk (Brand: Censored, 79 Kr)
  - light blue / blue / white (Brand: Censored, 139 Kr)
  - "military green, drummer boy- styled" (Brand: Censored, 169 Kr)
- A pair of black, leather boots (499 Kr)
- Sleeping bag (Brand: Haglöfs, 399 Kr)
- Tea and sweets (unknown price)

Home is where the heart is

I look around my room
All those memories
Both good and bad

I eat, drink and live in this house
This is the place I always return to
At least at the moment

I say that I don't like it
But to say that I love it
That isn't exactly true either

But is that enough?
Can I still call it a home?

No, not really
That just isn't quite enough
There is something it lacks

It lacks that messy coziness
The laughter that is brought by true friends
The warmth of a tea cup
Shared with someone who means the world to you

It lacks the memories of those special, late nights
Those silly moments
Those crazy ideas that always makes you smile

The safety that you know will never fail
The trust that someone will always catch you
Knowing that there will always be a shoulder to cry on

I know there is such a place
And I know that I will find it
I just have to patiently wait for it

Accidents happen?...

I'm still in Stockholm, but thought that I would (for shits-and-giggles) make a bit of an update on what has happened here. That isn't much yet since we arrived on Tuesday morning, but I still wanted to make a little note in order to be able to go carefree rest of the week.
On Monday we went on a light shopping trip to Stockholm Outlet and I found the most wonderful pair of high-heeled leather boots! They may cost ~540Kr but hell no I'm going home without them! They are as comfy as a pair of Converse, but look much more bad-ass/stylish and can be worn in a bit colder weather too!
Yesterday we went out on random shopping by accident since mum wanted some new riding clothes. And why am I mentioning this? Because "I" bought a new sleeping-bag (399Kr)! The one I've used so far is really big and clumsy and I have hated carrying it around, but now I've got a little cute one that should fit in the bag I usually use instead!
Today we acctually went shopping in the city and I beat my sister and mum in the amount of stuff I found(wtf?). Catch of the day:
- a pair of skinny jeans (dark blue, 199Kr)
- a brown T-shirt (19.90Kr)
- a black top with the text "Who is fairest of them all" (9.90Kr)
- a book: The Name Of The Wind (~ 130Kr)
- a Pac-Man coffee-mug. It's one of those cool ones where things become visible when they get warm! (99Kr)
- three games (I had put my limit at two, but... shit happens? *looks innocent*):
   - Stolen, PS2 (29Kr!!)
   - Splinter Cell: Pandora Tomorrow, PS2 (79Kr)
   - Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater, PS2 (139Kr)
Tomorrow we're going to Junibacken (yes, the place is ment for small children... But who cares!) and Vasamuseet! We have also planned to go to National Historiska Riksmuséet / Cosmonova, going to Gamla Stan in Stockholm so I can get to Science Fiction Bokhandeln and a few other minor things.

Much personal things lately, I know, but soon I'll be picking up "work" again in hope of getting things done!

Keep it cool girl!...

So now the larp KÄFTAB is over. the larp was a blast (thank you DMs!) even though it ate all my energy by some reason. It was a bit too easy to get in character though... The Javenna are really touchy-feely and I played an extravagant courtisan without any problems! Well that certainly tells some new things about my personality. Since I want to save some of my modesty I will leave out the details about the larp, but I can tell that I now have two characters chasing the same man. Lasidaari chases him in order to get him back to Javenna and Desdera chases him becuse he is her father (that whole mess should be mentioned in some earlier post). Now I as a player will have to stay neutral and let fate decide if which one or if any of them will reach, which will be hard since I love both of them...

Now I'm off to Stockholm for a bit more than a week. The timing is a bit off since I'm still a bit tired after the larp, but I guess I will manage.



By the way: Why does it seem like everything I get involved in becomes a mess sooner or later?...

Here we go again...

Sometimes I really hate how my creativity works... I have five projects going on at the moment: The City Never Sleeps, The Wild Legacy, Diasratensir, Simple Words On Blank Pages and the Fal'narn province in the world of Menidi'ath, not to mention that me and my friend are trying to put together a manga... And of course my head is already spitting out new ideas! I just saw the last Harry Potter movie (Which was really great by the way. I really had a hard time keeping myself from crying in a few scenes and HP also more or less introduced me to the fantasy genre, so it felt a bit sad to know that this was where that journey would end.) and at some point a line just gave me an idea to a new story... Now the idea is slowly starting to slip away, so I guess it will just vaporize into cosmos again. It's a bit sad, even though the timing was bad, since it would have made a good story...
Then again, I probably wouldn't have had the capacity to even try writing anything today, since my mind was just a big mess. All kinds of stuff popped up, vanished again before I got hold of it and then jumped at me again a little later. It's pretty inconvient to get in that state, because nothing just stays put and all those less desired thoughts appear a bit too frequently for my sanity's well-being... I guess the movie really saved me, since that made me pull myself together again...

The Devil of New York

The tombstone Elijah sat on was really uncomfortable. Then again, it hadn’t exactly been built for being sat on, so why complain. At least this time the weather was on his side. The dark night sky was covered by an even darker cloud blanket that would become a mighty thunderstorm when it would unleash itself, but now the giant was still asleep. This pleased Elijah, since it kept the surroundings dark and hid him from by passers’ eyes, but would also cover up the tracks that would be left behind tonight.

  Elijah wasn’t exactly a religious man, had never been and would never become, but he still felt a little uncomfortable when he thought about what he was going to do on the Lords properties. On the other hand, if he was to face heavenly vengeance it probably wouldn't be any worse than it already was, so what the hell. Hopefully this would be worth the pain in the end, since if he succeeded he would be one job closer to his freedom. The sooner he got rid of this bloody curse the better.

   Elijah noticed that the ground beneath him started to move. The movement would have gone unnoticed by a mortal’s eye, but Elijah’s keen senses missed nothing. That was both a blessing and a curse. Of course it was useful to have high trimmed senses, but what they were used for would give anyone the creeps. Even Elijah hated what he did, but at least he got to do it in his own pace and fully aware of his sins. The option would have been that he could pass out anytime and wake up hours, even days later in another part of the world covered in blood, guts and rests of who knows what without the slightest clue of what he had done to get in that state. This had been something he never could have lived with, even if the choice he made probably would bite him in the back some day. But that was of no importance now. His prey had started to crawl out from its unholy grave, where it lurked during daylight hours.

   The smell hit Elijah like a sledgehammer. The smell of the creatures last night’s feast and of its own rotten, bloodstained body was truly overwhelming. Seeing the half bare bones underneath the decayed flesh and the limbs which were barely attached to the body weren't exactly helping either. The cursed thing stood up and started its unsteady gait towards the gates. It had no idea that tonight it wouldn't be feasting on mortal flesh. Tonight its monstrous existence would come to a sudden halt and the Devil would be feasting on it instead.

   Elijah felt how the nasty liquid mixed with the blood in his veins started to boil and bubble. It longed for the pleasure that could only be gained by causing inhumane pain and the joy of ripping that night's ugly child to bits that would fit in a match box. The monster he had become started to take over and soon it launched towards the thing, while the real Elijah just sat and watched the show from the front seat, unable to do anything else but in terror follow the twists and turns of his own body.

  Shivers of pleasure ran up and down his spine when what once had been blood gushed out and drenched him. The thing screamed in agony and tried to get away from its attacker, but the struggle was in vain. Every terror-struck move felt more ecstatic than the previous and Elijah felt how his mind started to get blurry from the high.

  It didn’t take long before it all was over. Everything left of the undead was a few bloody ponds here and there. Elijah felt his pulse racing and the adrenalin running in his veins. The rush had been amazing, better than any of the ones before. This had felt more intimate, more personal. This one had been craving for his judgment for so long, it had been begging for a punishment.

  The rain started to fall heavily. It washed away the last of the immense rush and Elijah started to clearly see what had happened. Once again it had taken over completely and intoxicated his mind and soul. It had made him enjoy it to the fullest and there was absolutely nothing he could have done against it. People always talked about a hell on earth, but they had no idea what that truly meant. Elijah did.

  Elijah took cover from the downpour in a crypt. It must have belonged to some sickly rich bastard, since it had been made to look like a great temple fit for some ancient Olympian god. Its polished, sickeningly pure white marble walls and floors were now covered in whatever the water flushed of Elijah’s clothes, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to crawl into a corner, exhausted, and feel sorry for himself. He knew that he in reality didn’t have the right to be sorry. He had more or less self-handedly brought this down on himself. But that thought didn’t make it hurt less. He thought about the pain he had caused with his betrayal and screamed out into the raging night.

  Elijah started shaking when he thought about his beloved, beautiful Sheri. She had been the love of his life, an angel disguised as a mere mortal. And in his idiocy he had gone and betrayed her. He had crushed both her heart and world, made her think that he was gone, that he was dead. Still he knew it was better than letting her know the truth. Now she could move on and some day even be happy again, unaware of this living nightmare.

  The thunderstorm had unleashed itself upon the city and was now washing away the horrors of this night. Somehow Elijah still managed to fall asleep in this uproar of nature. It would have been hard to know which was in greater turmoil: Nature or the poor Elijah crawled up in the corner. The last thing on his mind had not been the sins he had committed tonight, but the happy memories about the things and moments he had shared with his loved one.

General update 1.0

A quick update on what has happened lately:
- I have had my... fifth (?) D&D chapter, which went alright, even though it was just a random side-plot-thingy...
- I have managed to finish my shorts and some jewelry for the KÄFTAB-larp! They turned out really nice and I acctually was more patient with them than I thought I would be. The rest of the stuff I'll be making will also be a lot easier to sow/decorate.
- I have decided to start another blogg. That blogg will work like a short story / novell (depends a bit on how long I'll continue it). The blogg will be a character's diary, where she writes about her everyday life, problems and what one usually writes about in a diary. The first post in the blogg will work as a "foreword" to the whole thing and there will also be summaries about important characters and the story so far when needed (so I'll be updating it now and then). I have no idea if it will work, but I might as well give it a shot!

The Wild Legacy

So, "The Wild Legacy" will be the name of my ElfQuest fan fiction. I really fell in love with the story and The World of Two Moons (even though I haven't even nearly read all the series yet) and I almost jumped through the roof of excitement when I read that there was a roleplaying game based on it! I tried creating a character for myself, just for the fun of it, and she turned out really great. When I started thinking about her in the story, I realized that she was great chieftess material and that idea just spawned more and more new ones!
I haven't got that much details about anything yet, but at least I know that my tribe has once, long ago, separated from the Wolfriders and that my character, Wolfheart, is the third chief since they found their new home, Dew Brook. I have also planned on GM:ing an ElfQuest RPG so "The Wild Legacy" will most likely be the base for that too, but the two stories will be kept separated from each other.
I truly recommend reading the ElfQuest series, not only because it's amazing, but also because I won't be explaining every detail and some things might remain unclear due to that.

Free Fall

Now I finally accept it
I have felt the upward winds
I have had my happiness

Now I must stop struggling
I need to stop flapping my wings in vain
For this wind can not carry me anymore

It's merely a matter of time
Before it gives in

There is nothing I can do
Nothing but fold up my wings for cover
And take the pain as it comes

I know it will hurt
It will hurt like hell

But it will also heal
Sooner or later

No matter how long it takes
No matter how many tears will be shed
No matter how dense the darkness will be

A new dawn
Will be waiting

Midsummer nights

I just had a great Midsummer / Midsummer's Eve with my friends! What did we do?... Well: "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas and when we play this is Vegas". We had fun at least! I think I was the only one that was awake the whole night (ok, I slept lightly on-and-off for about on hour between 8 and 9 in the morning and woke up everytime someone walked through the room), but oh dear heavens it was worth it! The place we were at was next to a lake so the view was amazing, but it was absolutely magical that morning. The lake was covered by mist so that the other side of the lake and the horizon completely disappeared, but you could still see the sun through it, later on the mist slowly started to clear up and it turned into a bright sunny day. As I already said, it felt magical standing there watching the sunrise while the morning dew in the grass soaked my feet, it was really quiet and a just a handful of the company was awake. I watched the mist disappear from in-doors though, but it was still nice. I really hope that I will be able to catch that magic in some story later on... I also decided to take a walk in the morning sun, which took a bit less than two hours and was really refreshing! It was so quiet, except for the bird song, and so peaceful... If it wasn't for those bloody mosquitos it would have been perfect.
I also created a new character for a roleplaying game called Elementalist. Her name is Dawn Cole and she is an ice-cold an-order-is-an-order-type of character and her element is metal. I played her Awakening yesterday and I can't help feeling sorry for the lass... It started with her calling to her parents and brother in order to find out if they had any "jobs" for her, no one answers... Not that odd really, but she went over just-in-case to check on them (her parents and brother were neighbours, for the record) since you never know in this buisness (Yes, she and her family are more or less crminials). When she arrives the place is sealed off by rescue workers and the house is badly burnt... Everything she finds out is that there was a gas leak, a fwoom (the sound gas makes when ignited) and they are still searching through the debris. So she goes to hospital to wait for news and that ended with her identifying her family's burnt bodies, that she noticed had some gunshot wounds. When she comes home she manages to rip of the handle from the door and breaks the lock, so she just leaves to calm down a bit. She went for a walk in Central Park and there some Mr. Bright Guy takes her for a child, tries to make a move on her and manages to piss her of, so she cuts him in the arm (just to make a clear statement, not really meaning to harm), something says swisch and he runs off.  About the rest that happened, let's just say that she had a bad day that just went worse and worse and some wierd things happened to her.

I have also started playing in my friends Ghost In The Shell campaign! My character's real name is Layla Tsukada, but she calls herself Chou, has a full body cybernetic prosthetic and a few other goodies too. She is a drifting dare devil, a pretty laid back personality that likes to do things her way and craves for blood if any sorry idiot touches her racing bike. She had a pretty bad start too: She comes to her gangs hide out, its burning and when she calls her little brother she finds out that the gang (in her opinion) screwed things up and this is how things ended. Luckily the new base acctually was better than the old, so no hard feelings. Next my character takes on a simple job, get package from point A to point B as quickly as possible, but when she gets to point B they say that half of the amount they want isn't there. 20 minutes to get to point A, get the rest and back again, right no problem!... Long story short: A guy tries to run away with the bag at point A, I drive past and miss with my kick, turn around so I can try to side-swipe him of his feet and fail with my die roll. Ouch for both me (17 HP; 16 DMG) and the bike, about 8'000 yen in repair costs for me and about 3'000 yen for the bike. IN-game yen is worth more than euro currently ever has been, so we are talking about big money. I acctually managed to get the bike fixed, since I intimidated the contact that gave me the job to pay half of the repairs, but my character is still a mess (its was a close call that her cybernetics didn't start to show)... So I guess the next session will start with me begging for money for repairs, but accidents happens...

A new toy for the creativity!

Dad just came home with a new camera (a Canon EOS 500D systemcamera)! Geez, I feel excited like a five-year-old on Christmas! I have been dreaming for ages to get a new one, since mine barely manages outside in bright daylight and taking pictures inside is impossible... But now I can start taking REAL pictures! I just need to get the hang of using the camera and then I'll give free reighns to my creativity (so, friends be careful. I might give you a call)! I got a serious creativity shock which I'll abuse as long as I can, so I might get a bit of a spurt on writing The City Never Sleeps also, but at the moment I'm too all-in on photography. I just have to wait for the right weather and then I'll start searching the town for places where I could get some interesting pictures! I already have a few ideas, so I really hope that I can start soon or I'll just pop of excitement!

The City Never Sleeps: Bright Night Adrenalin

Bright Night Adrenalin

  Gin sat down in the chair by the handrail. He wasn’t really tired, but this was the best place for checking everyone out and finding a prey for the night. He could feel the beat of the music in his very core and the smell of alcohol and sweat was intoxicating. The shady lights felt soothing where he sat, but beneath him he knew that the bright neon’s could almost hypnotize you if you didn’t keep your head clear.

  It didn’t take long for the handsome youth to spot a perfect lady from the scene below him. She was a natural red-head, about five foot eleven and a hundred and sixty-five pounds, out with her friends whom had dumped her for ten minutes ago and most likely had just had a nasty break-up. Gin was curious to find out more, find out the parts his experienced eyes could not see.

  - Let’s play then, Gin whispered to himself with a grin as he went down the stairs and towards the bar.

  He took another look at the prey before ordering two Bloody Marys. That should be a good start for the evening. The bartender gave him a sly grin as he paid up.

  - Jealous? Gin grinned back. I bet you ten bucks that I’m getting laid tonight while you’re working your ass off for a bit more than nothing.

  The bartender obviously felt sorry for his pride and agreed on the bet.

  Gin took the drinks and left for his little entertainer. She wasn’t hard to spot through the crowd, but for tactical reasons it was better to take a long way round. That would give his introduction an element of surprise. Walking around was also much easier and less painful for arms and ribs.

  - Would the lovely lady appreciate a drink? Gin said with a gentle smile. I could not help getting the impression that you are feeling lonely.

  The girl turned around calmly and scrutinized him from top to bottom before accepting the drink. She seemed a bit timid, but that had never been a hindrance. Not for him and not for long at least.

  - I haven’t seen you around here, Gin said and moved a little closer to the lady. Searching for a change?

  - You could say that, the lady said with a faint smile. I had it pretty rough before moving here, but this city seems nice.

  - It is once you get settled down, Gin said truthfully. Would you mind talking somewhere quieter? It’s so hard to learn to know someone when the music is this loud.

  The lady shook her head, she didn’t mind. Gin led her to one of the VIP rooms upstairs that he had access to for these kinds of occasions. They were a good resource, since his lifestyle demanded that he could get some peace and quiet for him and his company every now and then. This particular club had pretty large rooms upstairs and they were quite comfy, but then again they could never even compete with the more expensive ones in the better districts.

  - So where were we? Gin said as he closed the door after himself. I believe that there has been no proper introduction.

  Gin felt how a shiver ran down his spine. Something was off with the atmosphere. For a mere second he thought that he saw some writing hanging in the air around his beautiful company, but that would have been delusional. Gin just shrugged it off and went and sat next to his victim.

  - My name is, Gin started but was cut off by the lady crashing her lips on his.

  Convenient, Gin thought and kissed back with equal passion. Well, innocence is overrated anyways.

  Gin grabbed her flame red hair and lightly pulled in order to get her neck exposed. He gently kissed down her pale neck, stopping every now and then to give a soft spot a bit of extra attention, while unzipping her dress. She wasn’t late to follow his example and in no time at all was his shirt unbuttoned and thrown somewhere.

  - Just sit back and relax, she whispered in his ear, clearly out of breath.

  Gin couldn’t hold back a few moans as she kissed and nibbled his body, tracing ever downwards.

  Through his blurry ecstasy Gin could hear knocks on the door. First neither of them cared, but as the knocks grew louder they became more and more distracting.

  - You have got to be shitting me, Gin groaned. I’ll go and shoo them off, so we’ll get some peace and quiet here.

  He gave his little devil a light kiss and went for the door.

  - Who the hell do you think you are? Barging in like that in a private room is considered rude, you know, Gin said with a piercing tone as he opened it.

  Suddenly he fell silent. A silenced gun was pointed over his shoulder and he heard a shot being fired into the room and a hiss that followed it.

  A hiss? Gin turned his head and he felt how he went weak in the knees. On the floor did lay a dead red head, but hell no that thing was a woman or even human. Not anymore at least. Gin felt how shivers ran up and down his spine and his head was filled by an odd buzzing. As if this wasn’t enough he started hearing whispers that seemed to emerge from nowhere and writing started to float around the corpse on the floor.

  They are everywhere. They hunt you. They seduce you. They kill you. They have done and will do that forever. There is nothing you can do about it.

  That almost sounded like a challenge, Gin thought.

  - What the hell is that? And who the hell are you?

  - That is a vampire, the shooter said calmly. All you need to know about me is that I am a hunter. I am truly sorry if I rudely interrupted you, but I thought that your life just might be worth saving.

  - Well thanks then, I guess, Gin said steadily. Are there anymore of those out there?

  - More than you can imagine.

  For once Gin shut up in order to think clearly. He could have had an ecstatic night with a vampire, he had almost been killed by it, he had been saved by a stranger and had hallucinated some weird stuff, the hallucination had seemed like a challenge and he had never turned one down and would never do that either. Well, it could have been worse and he had been through stranger things.

  - How do I become a hunter? Gin said confidently to the dark man. I could really enjoy this kind of stuff.

  - Hunting is a dangerous business, the man said with a serious tone. You should think it over before you blurt out such big words. Would you mind helping me clean up here?

  Yes, Gin would mind. He sat down in a clean corner and watched the old man to the dirty work. Cleaning up messes he left behind had never quite been his thing and there were always people who could do it for him. It just took a bit of persuasion and the right amount of money.

  When the room once again was neat and clean, or close enough at least, the youth and the dark shooter sneaked out through the back door with the body. They hid the body of the thing deep down the alley. They really didn’t have to worry about someone finding it, since this particular block wasn’t exactly known for being safe at this hour. No one would lift a finger because of a strange woman’s corpse around here, since it was a pretty common sight.

  - So, you mind telling me about hunters and how to become one now? Gin said impatiently. I can always find out stuff on my own if you don’t.

  This seemed to wake some concern in the old man. He gave Gin a look that made him feel immensely uncomfortable. It felt like he was being examined to the very core of his soul.

  - My party is a man down at the moment, the man said with a sigh. But you should know that being a hunter isn’t an easy job that you can do just for fun.

  - Good! Then I’m the man you want, Gin said with a grin ignoring the last part of what the man said. I have always loved parties.

  The dark man couldn’t hold back a faint smile. The boy would be a pain to carry around, but he might actually be of use.

  - Faron Perez, the dark stranger said and held out a hand. Welcome aboard.

  - Gin Collins, the youth said and shook hands. Pleasure to meet you.