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Post by pink3elephant on May 2, 2005 13:18:15 GMT -5
50 cent then begant to rap in hope of distracting the bear long enough to let Ingmar escape.
"There is a bear. . . and he doesn't care. . . if this poor old boy. . . gets turned into. . ."
50 cent's plan worked, because the bear began to chase him.
Ingmar stumbled out of the cave to see 50 cent running from the bear.
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Post by Child of Immanuel on May 3, 2005 14:54:46 GMT -5
Being a gallant lad, he had to chase 50 Cent, although he had no idea who the rapper might be. That was a BAD idea.
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Post by pink3elephant on May 4, 2005 12:45:08 GMT -5
He followed 50 cent's trail. Ingmar eventually caught up to him, only to find 50 cent in a tree hugging a branch, sucking his thumb crying. The bear patiently sat beside the tree waiting for an opportune moment. . .
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Post by Child of Immanuel on May 4, 2005 18:17:38 GMT -5
But decided to abandon 50 Cent and chase Ingmar again. Frankly, Ingmar was getting rather bored with this game, as well as exhausted. He flung himself up a tree and proceeded to emulate 50 Cent.
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Post by Janikz Rex on May 9, 2005 10:23:18 GMT -5
luckily for Ingmar, 50 Cent never goes anywhere with out his entourage. Eminem came out of no where and pistol whipped the bear. Instantly the bear went unconscious. 50 Cent and Eminem was then escorted back to the club by 25 armed police men.
Ingmar extremely confused at the event decided he must complete his mission before the Knights of Ni hears of his misfortune. He continues his journey towards the cliff with renewed determination.
Upon reaching the cliff he realizes that King Jelly Roll was right about his assestment. The Cliff is truely unclimbable. Ingmar thinks to himself, " It is truely unclimbable... but who saids i must climb it?" He then reaches into his pocket and takes out a Red Bull. Drinking the Red Bull he proclaims, "Ahh! It Gives me Wings!!" He flies to the highest tip of the cliff and sees ...
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Post by Child of Immanuel on May 9, 2005 14:56:28 GMT -5
The whole of his life flashed before his eyes. He cried out in horror and tried to shield his vision. It was pathetic... tiny... wasteful! He stumbled a few steps forward and collapsed.
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Post by karenee on May 10, 2005 13:36:28 GMT -5
A grinding rumble shook the ground beneath him and he found himself being dragged along a shattered rock pathway by his shirt collar. His backside began to sting as the sharp-edged stones ripped through his jeans. Forgetting his momentary revelation, he decided that life was worth living after all and began to writhe his way out of his shirt. Arms free, he found himself choking in the too small opening for his head. If only he had a knife to rip the fabric!
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Post by Child of Immanuel on May 10, 2005 14:21:31 GMT -5
He blacked out. When he awoke painfully several moments later, the Wild Bluebird of Ekklsindorfia was standing over him. The concave walls appeared to be her nest. Ingmar decided not to test that sharp-looking beak.
He tried to say, "Good morning, ma'am," but all that he managed was a rough croak.
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Post by karenee on May 10, 2005 14:33:36 GMT -5
"My son!" The bird's voice grated on his nerves like the sound of old Mrs. Oddmar's chalk on the blackboard in second grade.
He shivered, then thought about what she'd said. Son? He looked around, but he was the only other living being in this place. Glancing down at his jeans, he realized they were the exact color of the bird's bedraggled feathers. If she was thinking what he thought she must be thinking, perhaps he could use this to his advantage and avoid all the other incredibly difficult obstacles. After all, he couldn't remember the rest of them any more.
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Post by twyrch on May 11, 2005 12:39:38 GMT -5
Instantly, a plan formed in his mind. "Mother," he croaked horsely "I must reach the Gap of Rohan quickly. A friend of mine is hurt and needs help, but I hurt my wing and can not fly. Will you take me there?"
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Post by karenee on May 11, 2005 12:50:07 GMT -5
As he rose high into the air, gripped tightly in the Blue Bird's claws, he began to have some second thoughts. It had been so long since he had been anywhere really high, that he had almost forgotten his fear of heights. The snow-capped peaks below offered no comfort. If she were to realise his trickery, he would have plenty of time to think about death on his way to meet them. He gagged, then threw up. Hopefully there weren't any intrepid explorers below. That would make for a nasty surprise.
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Post by cree8ivone on May 11, 2005 15:34:03 GMT -5
Chapter 2
“And that concludes the first chapter.”
“What? You can’t stop there! What happens to Ingmar? Does he fall? Does he find the Gap of Rohan? Is Middle Earth real?”
Ian’s grandmother quietly closed the book anyway, and crossed the room to the lunch trays left by the servants. The solid silver trays were etched in gold and filled with all kinds of delicious foods. As she picked up a juicy chicken leg, she said, “So much impatience. A boy of 16 should be able wait a whole day for the reading of another chapter.”
Ian loved his grandmother. It was she who taught him how to read and write and to appreciate art. His father had charged his Paladin with Ian’s training as a knight even though there had not been a war of any kind since his great grand father was king.
This mop headed stick of a boy had no interest in swords and chivalry however. He preferred the Library and reading. He especially loved to hear his grandmother read to him in her elegant and rich voice. Besides she read to him books from her own personal library and in the 10 years she had been reading to him, he had not heard one story twice. Oh yeah, she also made the best blueberry jelly rolls in all of Ni.
Ian grabbed one of those flakey delights from the tray and replied, “But you said this book was different NaNa. I thought you would bend the chapter-a-day rule for this one.”
She wiped her mouth and fingers, patted Ian on the head, and left him with these words, “Tomorrow is tomorrow. Seize today.”
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Post by karenee on May 12, 2005 9:41:59 GMT -5
Ian leaned back in his chair and stared up at the high ceiling, wondering yet again at the perfection of the angels painted there. He could easily believe they were real. A muted roar distracted him from his contemplation and he ran to the window. What was going on?
A raging mass of fighting soldiers were pouring through the gates. Off to the side he spotted his Father, distinctive in his purple robe, but he lay on the ground, and so still. Nearby his paladin lay, skewered with a spear. All around, soldiers in the grey cloak of Granedun were falling in their defense, their armor dark stained and broken.
"NaNa!" He cried, backing from the window, but the only response was a scream rife with pain.
"Ian, run! You shall not harm my little one!"
What should he do? The clash of metal decided him, and he ran to the door.
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Post by Child of Immanuel on May 12, 2005 14:45:27 GMT -5
Getting the book was the easy part. Getting out of the house was the hard part. His command of the Force was somewhat tenuous and he didn't want to exhaust himself. Finally he saw a clear route... but the anti-stealing charm on the book began to take effect. It swelled until it could not go through the doorway. Ian tried to let go, but his hand was stuck.
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Post by dgan on May 13, 2005 0:27:36 GMT -5
ROFL!!!! How do you follow that?
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