A Great Many Names-Book III

Sorry for not having an update on book two, but here is my update for three. I haven't started book III yet, but I should be able to in a few days. *UPDATE* Yeah, I'm out of town for a bit, so I can't get started on III. I will start as sson as I get the chance.

I think it's fair for literature works to have a mandatory update period of one month. March 20th is THE last day for an update. Remember, updates aren't necessarily the whole book. It's what you have by working at a normal pace on the day of the update. Just a heads up, two weeks left.

Any progress yet? Just wondering because the first two books were great and I don't want the series to switch to another author...(you still have awhile, don't worry)

I have a bit done on Book III, but I have been very busy. I'm lucky I have spring break on the 9th, I will get a bigger chance then.

Ah, you have a bit done? music to my ears. Oh, and a new protocol will be in effect now for literature. When you first finish a book, put it in claimed still instead of making another thread. It will be reviewed as a normal claim and fixed up. THEN I will move it to finished. Just to keep the lit section like the others. When the claim is merged with the mod, the thread goes bye-bye. (I had some comments on the lit section so I'm fixing it up to regular claim standards. Just to make the world happy.)

That's good for the spelling stuff and all.

Yeah. Some people complained about how it was different from the other sections.

Been working on this with the time I have, Got a good bit done. I'll try to take a heaping bite of it today.

*UPDATE* Got a bit more done. School's starting soon, so I'll have to get it finished soon or i'm screwed.

LOL, schools already started for me. I still get some done, I also get too much Homework.

Ha! My school's in the fourth quarter on tuesday! Almost done!

Mine only has 3 quarters... I mean 3 thirds. The rest of the country has 4 though, we're changing to that next year.

You mean the rest of the Continent?

XD That too. Actually I didn't know that but we learn something new every day.

Here's an update on what I have so far, not a lot, but some.


A Great Many Names -Book III

By Raksada Jo’Baal

Sharvyne saw light, and awoke from his ‘sleep’. He was in a small room, barely enough for him to walk in. His mouth was bound, but was easily untied by his free hands. The Dunmer stood up, and tested his functions. Nothing seemed to be out of order, so he grabbed his clothes and placed them on, contemplating the reasons for being poisoned. Checking the door, which he found locked; he heard footsteps approaching his room. The Ordinator slipped a small knife into his sheath attached his leg. The door swung open and he was pulled out of the room, and thrown to the ground.
“How in Azura’s name is this little fetcher still alive?” He yelled. Sharvyne shifted his position, and looked up at the man who seemed to growl at him. The Dunmer contemplated why he was doing this. Vadusa walked into the room at that moment and dropped the rest of Sharvyne's equipment in front of him.
"Let's go." She ordered. Sharvyne did as was told. The Dark skinned elf slowly walked down the low corridor with Vadusa.
"What are you called by?" she asked. Sharvyne looked to the floor, thinking quick. He was taught to tell what was true, and to lie was forbidden among the Indoril. But as times were desperate, and this needed to be done, he thought there could be an exeption.
"My name is Narusi Andaas, But I am known as Visthalu." Sharvyne gave a small smile, his name and title seemed very legitamate.
"Why Visthalu? It sounds you were titled by one of those wretched outlanders, perhaps a filthy Argonian." Sharvyne burned, as he did not understand the dislike against the other races of Tamriel. The Dunmer have fought with the other races for decades, with no final purpose. Sharvyne was raised to bring hatred to the other nations of Tamriel, but felt no need to. Vadusa brought him outside, and led him up to the roof, using a small staircase, and blocking the caravaner's view of Sharvyne. A few men stood atop the roof, and a fully armoured Assassin trailed shortly behind.
"Alright, everyone please leave. But not you Bradas." Vadua ordered. Vadusa nodded at the large Assassin, and she followed the others down the short staircase. Sharvyne shifted his feet. The Assassins strode calmy toward him, and grabbed his hair, pulling him along. The night sky shimmered and Sharvyne almost thought of a prayer, but was pulled too hard to think. He was half thrown over the edge, and the Assassin hung onto his waist, while drawing a small, curved embalming tool. He set the tool in the small of the young Dunmer's back, then started to speak.
"You are truly with us...No?" Sharvyne's heart beat a littl faster, before he replied.
"Yes, yes I am with you! Is there any other reason for joining your brotherhood?" The embalmer dug into Sharvyne's back, but his skin was not peirced.
"We are not a brotherhood...We are an...Organization...you see, there has been speculation, that you are not truly here to join us...but you are here to gather interlligence...and report back to that filthy group of Indoril!" The tool sunk shortly into Sharvyne's back, this time, seeping with red.
"No!" He yelled.
"I am here merely as a servant to the Commona Tong! I have withstanded your trials, but you do not yet accept me?" The Assassin cocked his head.
"That is because we do not welcome theiving Indoril bastards." The embalming tool ripped through Sharvyne's back, side to side, and stabbed in. The Assassin slowly retracted the knife from his back, and plunged it in yet again, until it was visible through his other side. Sharvyne was set in shock as he gasped for air, wreating and convulsing, until the Assassin pushed him off of the edge with his foot. He fell, short and hard, and hit the ground with a loud noise. He lay still; not a sound, not a thought.

I forgot, you have to create a new line each time you start dialogue. like I edited above.

Finally picked up workon this again. Got some good ideas, and I willfinish up and make some more claims tommorow.

Woohoo! Can't wait to see next book!

A Great Many Names -Book III

By Raksada Jo’Baal

Sharvyne saw light, and awoke from his ‘sleep’. He was in a small room, barely enough for him to walk in. His mouth was bound, but was easily untied by his free hands. The Dunmer stood up, and tested his functions. Nothing seemed to be out of order, so he grabbed his clothes and placed them on, contemplating the reasons for being poisoned. Checking the door, which he found locked; he heard footsteps approaching his room. The Ordinator slipped a small knife into his sheath attached his leg. The door swung open and he was pulled out of the room, and thrown to the ground.
“How in Azura’s name is this little fetcher still alive?” He yelled. Sharvyne shifted his position, and looked up at the man who seemed to growl at him. The Dunmer contemplated why he was doing this. Vadusa walked into the room at that moment and dropped the rest of Sharvyne's equipment in front of him.
"Let's go." She ordered. Sharvyne did as was told. The Dark skinned elf slowly walked down the low corridor with Vadusa.
"What are you called by?" she asked. Sharvyne looked to the floor, thinking quick. He was taught to tell what was true, and to lie was forbidden among the Indoril. But as times were desperate, and this needed to be done, he thought there could be an exeption.
"My name is Narusi Andaas, But I am known as Visthalu." Sharvyne gave a small smile, his name and title seemed very legitamate.
"Why Visthalu? It sounds you were titled by one of those wretched outlanders, perhaps a filthy Argonian." Sharvyne burned, as he did not understand the dislike against the other races of Tamriel. The Dunmer have fought with the other races for decades, with no final purpose. Sharvyne was raised to bring hatred to the other nations of Tamriel, but felt no need to. Vadusa brought him outside, and led him up to the roof, using a small staircase, and blocking the caravaner's view of Sharvyne. A few men stood atop the roof, and a fully armoured Assassin trailed shortly behind.
"Alright, everyone please leave. But not you Bradas." Vadusa ordered. Vadusa nodded at the large Assassin, and she followed the others down the short staircase. Sharvyne shifted his feet. The Assassins strode calmy toward him, and grabbed his hair, pulling him along. The night sky shimmered and Sharvyne almost thought of a prayer, but was pulled too hard to think. He was half thrown over the edge, and the Assassin hung onto his waist, while drawing a small, curved embalming tool. He set the tool in the small of the young Dunmer's back, then started to speak.
"You are truly with us...No?" Sharvyne's heart beat a little faster, before he replied.
"Yes, yes I am with you! Is there any other reason for joining your brotherhood?" The embalmer dug into Sharvyne's back, but his skin was not peirced.
"We are not a brotherhood...We are an...Organization...you see, there has been speculation, that you are not truly here to join us...but you are here to gather interlligence...and report back to that filthy group of Indoril!" The tool sunk shortly into Sharvyne's back, this time, seeping with red.
"No!" He yelled.
"I am here merely as a servant to the Commona Tong! I have withstanded your trials, but you do not yet accept me?" The Assassin cocked his head.
"That is because we do not welcome theiving Indoril bastards." The embalming tool ripped through Sharvyne's back, side to side, and stabbed in. The Assassin slowly retracted the knife from his back, and plunged it in yet again, until it was visible through his other side. Sharvyne was set in shock as he gasped for air, wreathing and convulsing, until the Assassin pushed him off of the edge with his foot. He fell, short and hard, and hit the ground with a loud noise. He lay still; not a sound, not a thought. Falling in and out of consiousness, Sharvyne gathered that others were standing around him. In a small, unforgiving way, he almost wished he were dead, that the fall had killed him. But, as he was Ordinator in spirit, he recalled that he was taught to not go down without a fight. He grabbed dirt in his hand, wincing in pain. He then pushed himself to his knees, screaming in agony. Pushing his hands against the ground, he brought himself to his feet. Blood soaking into the dirt around him, he pushed his feet against the ground, and scraped ever further, not sure of his destination. Only a few feet were covered before Sharvyne fell to the ground. He lost consiousness then, and it wasn't long before his heart stopped. Nobody saw the body, and nobody saw it carried away either.
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Well, this took awhile, but it's finally here! Hayabusa, you need to do spacing with the dialogue, because I suck at that. Now I can finally start on the Hlaalu side of the story, and the final part. Whoot!

*cough*

A ninja never forgets.

It was apparent to me that this was finished...