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Always enjoyed reading another's version of the same story- Wonderful read ^^
I was goign to go alot more indepth but my muse kinda puttered out there towards the end, and I would of put if off for another two weeks jsut didnt want to have it sit any longer and pokign it with the I want to write you stick lol
 

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Is currently received three broken fingers on his left hand from rough sea swells, bandaged by Evaine, then a doctor.

Rp three broken ribs from fighting a crab that caved in his chest piece rendering it useless now.

As the seas and danger passed he was transferred to the black rosian galleon to receive medical treatment and rest.
 

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Ansgar boarded the ship that Hawklight was using to go to the new world, they were to meet up with their own mid trip he took his time as he did so, seeing people hurriedly pack the last bit of supplies and check the last minute rigging. he leaned against the spare longboat that took up the center of the ship itself, as he yawns lightly he waited for a long while pacing the ship back and forth he had seen Lord Rex it had been a long time. It was good to have seen him alive and well, he had lost the two black rosian sisters they had disappeared when they first stepped on the ship a storm soon set in and it began to rain very heavily as it started to pick up immensely.]

It was awhile later he found Evaine she looked as beautiful and radiant as ever just as he remembered her last time they had met as they walked down below out of the storm and rain the ship bucked very hard and violently. He stumbled forward as she cleared the landing walking inside he fell down the stairs stumbling reaching out to catch himself on the table, as he did so his hand missed and three of his fingers slammed into the edge with all his weight and force. His fingers wrenched back all threw snapping breaking upon impact he swore quietly as he did so. He came in after Evaine and she looked down and let out a gasp as he tore his shirt handing the strips of cloth, sitting down as she bandaged the best she could for him.

The pair sat under the ship talking away passing a bottle of wine between them exchanging words, when eventually her sister arrived he smiled as introductions were made his arm never moving from around evaine herself as they all spoke. Eventually Ansgar heard a scuttling coming from the side of the ship he excused himself and made his way up as he did so there was a giant crab upon deck with some people.

He moved quickly drawing his sword as he went to slide under and stab it from beneath it, he didnt do overtly much damage before the thign turned and latched one of its claws aroudn his chest squeezing with what felt like amazing force. His chest plate cracked as several of his ribs did so as well, he groaned as he coaughed up some blood coming up onto his chin before the thign released letting him drop.

He scooted back quickly knowing he was to injured to be of much more help at all to anyone at all, he sheathed his sword and began to walk down stairs as he came down the yougner sister of the blackrose looked at him. She accused him of leaving them alone as he fumbled with his leather straps finnaly getting them free Evaine showed more concern and told him to sit and rest he did so sitting next to her and chuckled as a yougn lass asked if him and her were together.
 

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Ansgar sat reclined in the a deep oak chair behidn the fine desk that was fixed to the boards of the ship itself, he was staring up at the ceiling as he held a decanter of whisker in one hand, a crystal glass in the other. Each arm resting upon the chairs arms hanging out to the sides as he let his mind torment him immensely and wildly in and of itself each thought was like knives in his gut as he thought all the things he had down in his life, all the bad that outweighed the good it seemed. People hated him so for them each in their own way and for their own reasons and yet he could never fix that and that is what plagued him even more so it was one of his faults the desire and the want to fix what was broken in life.

He sighed heavily as he lifted the glass and took deep swallows of the whiskey it burned as it went down his throat, he had been finding more solace in drink when alone as of late especially when he was parted from evaine. There was another puzzle in of herself she had more secrets it seemed then any other woman he had ever met in his entire life, many told him she wouldn't last that she would grow bored of him using him as a child uses a toy till her amusement ran out for her. He set the glass down on the desk turning it slowly as he stared at it as he did so no matter who spoke those words he couldn't bring himself to believe them at all, as he spent time with her got to know her he knew there was a side of her that no one else saw or knew of.

He slowly stood up hand running along the desk as he took a swig right from the decanter he walked over to a mirror and looked deep into it running his fingers threw his white hair slowly blinking lightly. What stared back at him he hated with every fiber of his being this elf that stood before the mirror so full of failure and un-ending disappointment with those around him in his life. He shook his head and walked away a few feet he had failed so much before made so many hate him that he could not repair alison,evelyn, nwalme and others. He turned and threw the decanter at the mirror as hard as he could. As the decanter struck the mirror both shattered loudly as pieces of them fell down a few slivers of the mirror hung there as a broken reflection looked back at him.

He turend and swung punching the wall of the ship a few times thud thud thud thud thud as it resounded inside the cabin, nwalme was right he was a idiot he hurt more then he created no matter how hard he tried, he could create a thousand beautiful pieces metalwork with these pair of hands. It could not cover up or amend for those that he had wronged or done things to others he gripped the back of the bed board that stood against the wall. Letting out a slow deep breath he let out all the pain and anger petn up inside him he may be broken outside but he would let none see it never not even Evaine would see it if he could help it, he would mend himself change for her for the better.

He had already taken steps for that he had given away his flasks to Odette and now there went his decanter of whiskey he mused lightly on the last bit, now would be wine and only with Eviane or in a social setting with others. He had broken his ties with Niah she was making the cloaks after that he would not see her as much but he had broken that off long ago before the travel to the new world that they found themselves in and he would not let any chance for temptation ruin what he was trying to build.

Many thought him a person with two few reservations to free and to stupid to do anything in his life, many joked about it mainly the furvur's. He would prove them all wrong and would build something more grand more beautiful, more amazing then the seat of the old crown. Port silver would pale in comparison to what he wanted to do, as he looked over at the desk which was neat and perfectly laid out lay the plans.

He would show them his cunning as well he fumbled around alot that was true but what he planned the secrets the new things in the city. Well he felt himself smile at that the plot that would unfold would shake the foundations of many. It would be fun seeing how everything played out and he knew with Evaine he would build a bright future, though he would make sure she never got bored with him.

Ansgar looked up at the mirror as the last sliver of the mirror swayed lightly before dropping and shattering. The image that stared back was something completely different with a smile that many would call evil. But that was the world in and of itself he may always feel broken inside but he would use this to fuel himself and begin anew and draw all his plans together, just like a conductor at a beautiful symphony.
 

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Ansgar stood upon the deck of the ship rapier held poised gracefully and neatly as the metal caught in the glint of the bright sunny day. Soon it whipped out and the clash of rapiers filled the air it lasted for six strokes before he struck his opponent whacking her left arm firmly. His younger sister flinched hard as she rubbed her arm.

"Good your getting better again come on now" he said as went back into his guard the younger red haired elf did so as well she lashed out this time to meet him the meeting of the rapiers perfectly met as he countered as he moved with her. It lasted five stroked before he thrusted forward and cut her cheek a line of blood coming form it.

His oyugner sister began to well up tears as she reached up to touch her cheek dropping the blade, Ansgar made a tccht sound with his tounge as he knelt down before her laying the rapier to the side. He tilted her chin up slowly looking into her eyes.

"Listen to me sis this is a very good lesson you should remember well you are a noble lady, a lady of our house. You should be poised calm collected at all times learn to control your emotions and your words carefully. Above all we do not cry where others can see us shed tears Telarions and our house do not shed tears you got it" he smiled warmly as she sniffled and straightened her back and nodded wiping away her tears.

Ansgar smiled at her lovingly as he took out a kerchief and dabbed away the blood lightly before taking her hand and leading her into the cabin where he took out a medical kit and some alcohol and cleaned the cut for her. He sung softly in elvish as he cleaned the cut for her to soothe her as he worked, before applying a balm to it when he finished he patted her cheek lovingly.

""Family is everything its all we have left, money,power, buildings all that is physical withers and dies but blood sister. Blood remains strong threw time it is what binds us all together kyna didn't wish to come and niether did mother. But we will stand together as one. The gods willing we will build something to span the stretch of time and our distant generations smile down upon us all." he said before picking her up and setting her down on the deck,reaching over intoa bin he pulled out a small rabbit and handed it to her. as she widened her eyes and dashed off giggling.

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Ayy- Could you just clarify him as Elven? Even if he had a human mother or father - As it's one or the other not both. It's just a little unclear and I got a report on it with the 'Elven/Human' beneath. :)
 

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Never to less previous comment nah jk fixed it much hearts.

Anyways I made the joke after this biggest update that was heavily needed in Skype group chat that Ansgar was reminding me of trying and bal agreed so thought I share a nice Tywin video. Also added a pair of titles to his list.
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Ansgar walked into the room as the woman and waiting finished with his little sister her eyes lit up as he smiled softly. He picked up a chair and walked over setting it beside her bed as he sat sighing lightly as he ran his fingers threw his hair. She lay back and looked at him waiting as he tucked her self in nice and tight which made him chuckle lightly, story time is what he did once a week for her so that he could spend time with her since they had no one else.

"Are you ready for your bed time young lady?" he asked raising a brow to her as she nodded lightly he smiled softly as he did so he cleared his throat before he began his story.

"Awhile ago a old raven stood alone int he world his friends and family all gone around himself he was lost and afraid in the forest alone. But then he met a beautiful flower she made his life happy and complete and he did his best to please her in every way he could. The flower though was in the same glade as wolves and she helped the wolves out with their food and power. The raven wanting to make the flower safe and please her helped the wolves out to, no matter how much he quarreled with the wolves.

Soon the ravens son returned he had been away learning from the wise owls and getting in trouble with foxes, this raven found himself infatuated with the young wolf of the family no matter how much she spurned him. After while the wolves relatives came to visit to see the youngest wolf the most beautiful of the snakes came to the yougner raven and asked him to come back home with them and help her out in her city, the younger raven agreed and left with the snakes. Now he fought in a very large fight with the snakes and was gravely wounded yet the beautiful snake saved his life and he was very much indebted to her and only her, and over time he grew distant as the older snake a vile and poisonous male called him all sorts of names.

The young raven soon left as the older raven died in his foolishness and left the family in a bad position so the younger raven began to work and plot to free all the ravens from the wolves while they were weak and licking their wounds.He soon came back to the snakes to visit form time to time and the older snake soon told him he was without honor and banished the raven from the city for fighting the wolves the young raven soon began to poke and prod at the younger female wolves pride and emotions. She spat and hated him over time and told him he wasn't worthy and neither was the ravens lands the raven was happy with this as this is exactly what he wanted.

He soon came upon another family of ravens and saw their wealth and power and grew to enjoy the company of the most beautiful raven and he liked her immensely. The raven held a banquet for the entire land in celebration of his newfound wealth and prosperity for the family. Now a young eagles showed up with their chest puffed up and deviously brought weapons into the banquet even though the raven said no, the young raven kept hte peace and let it slide. But the head eagle insulted him immnesly at the feast when he went to introduce the banquet he took the seat at the head of all even though it wasn't his lands."ansgar smiled softly as he stood up rubbing his sister hair lightly as he leaned into kiss her fore head.

"But now the young raven despite the young wolf saying he wasn't good enough for her and the eagles insults, now stands tall and strong here in these lands high above them soaring with its wings spread and my dear little sister are the next raveness to come always remember we ravens dont concern ourselves with the opinions of lesser animals" he said softly as he blew out the candle and walked away.
 

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Menirs D'bel'lain: Path Of Respect.






Introduction






"Peace and Law should be upheld justly and righteously showing favor to now man or woman. One should strive to understand both the martial arts as well as the arts of the domestic as well. For only the foolhardy only practice with either pen or sword, a wise man seeks in life to balance in all aspects of life both marital and peaceful. For even though fighting is about armed forces Tyree martial force is about Menirs D'bel'lain, the virtue of which is benevolence."



Eimar Chisholm



This book will help those seeking to walk the a path in life of Respecting all in life offering guidance in all aspects of one's life. How one should interacting and conduct themselves whether it be in a duel, to treating others in life.


















Chapter One


Martial Power




Every soldier whether he be the farmer in the field or the noble raised from birth who then picks up a sword, bow, shield, or magic. Each takes up a chosen path of martial arts that they strive to achieve perfection with. Each soldier has their own reason and wanting to join and learn the trade of martial arts. Whether or not one learns to control their skill for the right and proper use to defend others and fight with honor.



Martial power is not only considered how strong one is, how fast, how precise or well trained he is, for even the most trained warrior can fall to a a untrained farmer and a pitchfork. Wisdom also plays a factor in this concepts experience and time leads to finding the secrets to one’s chosen path. A wise man knows when to draw his blade and when it is best to talk and reach a resolve without resorting to violence and bloodshed in life.


This teaching is a mixture of both all these things combined turning a once standard warrior into a insightful and wise warrior monk that many refer to in life and is respected.



Dueling​



The Martial Arts applies heavily when facing another when dueling all aspects of the path should be taken into account treating your foe with the utmost respect. Whether he be a seasoned warrior of the most deadly arts or just a newly minted soldier or farmer into the ranks.


One should allow his opponent choice of weapons and where the battle should take place and at what time. Once both parties are agreed on everything entitled both should arrive promptly and give time to prepare.


Before fighting begins one should offer the proper prayers to the god of war, and goddess of death should one fall as well as give your opponent a honorable acknowledgement.


When fighting is engaged treat your opponent with every respect and quality of a deadly warrior be humble in your fighting. For hubris leads one to misstep and misinterpret his foe and make mistakes. Treat it as a dance with a deadly snake whose single strike would spell your death.


When fighting there are no limits or restrictions unless set forth before the match itself those that look down upon such things as dirt throwing and below the belt fighting limit oneself to restrictions that may save one's life. For war holds no restrictions and so should a warrior once a fight is engaged though if specified before hand by one's honor you should restrict yourself from such things.


Do not give into your hatred or disgust with your foe keep your mind clear and set in stone and as true as a elven archer.Keeping oneself in balance and mind pure will allow a warrior to see all things.


Keep aware of your surroundings where is every pebble and rock positioned,is there a rise trees or brush that will aid or hinder you. knowing where one is fighting and what is around you can be the difference of life and death.


After the duel has finished shake your opponent's hand offer him kind words and congratulations weather win or lose. Ask to be shown what you did wrong or offer to point out and aid your opponent where he might better himself.


If your opponent falls and passes from this world in cause of your dueling make sure to offer your condolences to kin. Do not be proud of such things and see to it that the funeral costs and burial is paid for, and his spouse and child are taken care of and want not their lives.


When one fights he should always carry himself with honor and dignity walking a true path of blade and mind. Never should he ever deviat himself from a course pushing all else out of mind and soul but the fight. One should not fight ever for revenge or jealousy it clouds the mind and poisons the soul for eternity. Instead one should fight for his family and country with love in his soul, in this way his fight is pure and honorable.


When you are to engage an opponent if time allows one should study one's opponent and take the time to discover his strengths and flaws. A good warrior studies all other warriors in both peace and war to better understand them and oneself. You may win a hundred battles through skill alone, but can lose the war for being unprepared.





Chapter Two


One’s Self​




A warrior should take time out of his day for self reflection and study to learn and grow his craft, for the betterment of himself and those around himself. So that he may better serve his lord and his fellow soldiers.


To get to know one's own flaws in life and one's strength maintains the balance of one's personal soul in the pattern of life. When one gets to know himself he invertedly betters himself by recognizing the flaws in his weave.


When a warrior sees his flaws he can then know what his strength lies in and help to shore up his weakness so that he isn't defeated so easily in battle. By spending time to self reflect a warrior should set aside a room to spend time shut away from all distractions.


This self reflection is a period of time spent each day separated from all one's worries and troubles to mend the warrior's soul. This time the warrior takes out all the evil from them self from the day and lets it leave their soul to let the goodness fill them again.


Once a warrior can reach true balance in their soul he becomes a flawless weapon fighting without distraction or violence in his mind. The path of respect and honor set before him in life and the warriors way to guide him.



A warrior should always take care to conduct themselves in accordance and duty of the Path of Respect to bring honor upon his lord or lady that he or she serves in life.





Part Three


The Conduct of a Warrior​



A warrior should conduct himself with honor respect and virtue at all times, never to violate his code and be an example to all those around himself. The meek and weak should strive to become the warrior and the noble should look down and be proud of their warriors.



A warrior should stop and help out the wounded weak and troubled that they encounter in life, so that they may better the path of Respect. Thier actions inspiring others to do the same promoting growth and unity of the realm as a whole.


A warrior should address all with honor and respect the king and queens of the land should be addressed as his/her/your Majesty. The prince and princess be addressed as Your highness the Dukes/ Duchess addressed as His/Your Grace. The rest of the nobility should be addressed his/her/your Lordship or Ladyship.


All the commoners should be addressed as Miss or good man out of respect for the hard work that they provide the entire kingdom.


A warrior should not start fights brawl or kill others out of spite or pettiness but stand ready to defend the weak and the defenseless.


A warrior should pay all his bills for housing food or drink, as well as keep his promises he makes to those around himself.


A warrior is responsible for enforcing the code upon his brethren so that none may tarnish the path.


Ansgar leaned back as he sprinkled sand upon the small pahmplet he had finsihed the work his father began the first part of it atleast, he let out a deep breath there was still so much more to write yet so little time in life.
 

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A secret love poem Ansgar wrote for a woman he cares for.



in elvish


I never noticed before

How the red flowers hang from the blue branches

I never noticed before the light in this room

I never noticed the way the air is cool again

I never noticed anything but you


But you but you

So that I couldn’t sleep

I never noticed what was anything but you

Until I noticed you


And could not help it

Until I noticed you I could not help it

Until you made the red flowers alive again

Until the blue branches


The lemons you loved, but also the way you loved me, too

Until all of this I never noticed you

But once I did

I never minded noticing

I never stopped noticing

Until I noticed you

I never stopped noticing

Until you, I never stopped




Your soft touch

Your gentle care

Your silken grace


Your gentle eyes

Your wise gaze

Your eyes beautiful sapphires.


Your smile warms my heart

Your smile graces my mind

Your smile brightens the world.


My walls I built

My walls hard and strong

To keep all out

To let none in


Till your soft touch

Till your warm smile

Till your gentle gaze


My walls fall

One by one

More artfully than any army.


With you in my arms

With you in my heart

My mind fills with you

The world melts away


Only you I want

Only you I touch

Only you I care

For now and ever.
 

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added a new section of treasured possession and added one to it.
 

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Ansgar stood on the balcony of one of the newly built towers on the wall of thorns as the breeze blew by slowly, the scent of fresh rain that had poured earlier still coated the breeze. He closed his eyes enjoying it immensly before looking out over the bay glistening with the sun as people busied themselves along it.

He smiled softly to himself he had done a great thing in choosing this spot it was strategically important as well as economically. He turned and heads back inside to find a courier waiting for him. He nodded to the man and took the box and letter from him. Before working his way over to his desk and sat down in the plush chair. He reclined as he looked over the parchment thumb lightly running over the seal a small smile playing over his lips.

He read the letter slowly taking his time before he opened the box gingerly seeing the fine writing set inside he, plucked he ones off his DSL and tossed them out a window behind him before setting the new ones up in a precise order. He the took the feather quill and dipped it into the ink and began to write. The remaining invitations and a reply back for this fine gift his heart lighter a bit then before.

When he finished it he rolled it up and sealed the letter with his seal, walking out on the terrace he plucked a abermore rose from the flower box and handed it to the courier for him to carry back. He closed the doors and walked out back onto the balcony looking over the steadily building city and smiled. Power wealth and everything that went with by any means, his father stayed loyal and played a small game and it got him killed and ridiculed. That would not happene with him he would see the world at war before he lost all that he built.

He was already taken several steps to strengthen his position in the city and outwards the tournament was but one of many small steps to do that for him.
 
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how ansgar has been feelign as of late
 
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