I give you all of my greatest apologies at the lack of anything at all being added within the last month and I shall therefore share some of my more recent writings. The following is part of the prologue from one of my personal writing endeavors. Just something to post until I have some actual reviews done:
The gargantuan, ancient airship cut silently through the dawn. It’s sides were riddled with holes and it’s propellor’s uneven movements spoke stories of battle and of hardship. On the hull, still visible in cracked and fading white paint was the name: “Odin”. The ship was old. Older than any modern civilization and it had traveled long and far. It had no crew, for it needed none. It’s designers, now sepultured in forgotten tombs of iron and ice, had created it to last an eternity if need be. It now looked as if this might have to be the case. The only visible inhabitants of the Odin were the scattered corpses on it’s deck and the fragmented skeletons in it's hold. The first light of day glinted off of the time-honored cannons that protruded from openings in the sides and front of the hull. They were immaculately made and were decorated with the heads of mythical beings. Dragon’s maws that were inlayed with gold, a chimera’s skull with brass and silver for the curving bone and the many serpentine heads of a hydra, each with two pale emeralds for eyes lined the flanks of the ship. They would serve their purpose today for today, the Odin was not alone.
The pirate’s ship glided swiftly across the sky towards the behemoth, always staying above the ballonet of the ancient aerostat. The legends were right! The ship glimmered as the sun reflected off it’s armored brass hull. “Get the captain! He needs to see this for himself!” said the navigator (who was on lookout) in an undertone. “The captain can wait. If the legends are true, then we have bigger problems to worry about.” whispered his toothless companion. The navigator shook his head. “If the legends are true, then why are we whispering? According to you, there isn’t a soul on board.” The toothless man scowled. “Damn it, Ivan! This isn’t a game! From what i’ve heard, the Odin is a cursed ship! No one has ever looked upon it and lived! Thats the very ship that we’re about to raid!” Ivan shook his head again. “You superstitious fool! The legends also say that the ship is supposed to be impossible to track! I tracked it though! Don't believe everything you hear, Duvall! Now go and get the captain.” “You only were able to find the thing with that accursed globe of yours! How do we know that the ship wont kill us the second we board it?” Ivan gave a winning smile. “I don’t!” he said. Duvall traced a protective symbol over his chest using his finger and, with a gulp, turned away from their quarry and hurried off to fetch the captain.
As the sky-pirates approached, a slow, primeval intellect awoke in the heart of the Odin. The entire ship seemed to shimmer as a new, powerful energy pulsed through it. The mind that had been awoken sensed that pirates were near. It could feel their pulses, hear there pathetic hearts beating faster and faster as they approached it. They were not the first to covet the Odin’s legend. The bones of the dead that laid across the ship attested well to this.
“Get ready to board, you lazy group of... err... sloths...” The pirate captain’s taunt sputtered out mid sentence. Each and everyone of the hardened cutthroats aboard the ship seemed to be filled with apprehension. There was an aura of doom hanging about the ship that seemed to sap energy and slow movement. Everyone aboard the ship bore expressions of condemnation as they prepared themselves to capture the colossus.
The dark intelligence calculated the possible fates of the pirates hundreds of times over in mere seconds and decided that only one outcome would be viable: the systematic destruction of the threat. The intelligence sent a dull pulse of energy into the bowels of the great vessel and received a satisfying response. Throughout the corridors and compartments of the ship, a macabre symphony of mechanical ticking began to echo.
As they all began to silently board the ship, Ivan started to feel un easy about the whole situation. He didn't know why, but there was an undeniable atmosphere of death in the air that day and no matter what he told himself he was unable to shake the feeling that the crew was walking into a situation that they may not walk out of.
Hope you enjoyed. Reviews to come.
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