Ecthelion

Les elfes noires ne sont les seules à fabriquer des arbalettes à répétition, meme si ceux des humains ne sont pas aussi perfectionnés... Merci pour l'indication de la faute d'orthographe. Ecthelion

Juste une question comme ca: Pourquoi des elfes silvestres brûlent-il les cadavres des morts? Çame semble un peu hors fluff, mais il s'agit d'une coutume de funérailles très répandue, alors bon... Excuse moi. Autrement, j'aime bien, et j'attend la suite! Ecthelion

Merci beaucoup pour les commentaires, les gars. À Iliaron: C'est bien her dans ce cas. À Wilheim Von Carstein: Merci pour les corrections, j'en ai pri note. Au contraire, j'aime quand on me corrige, je ne peut qu'ameillorer mon travail. J'espère que tu suivra la suite. Bon je vous envoie la suite demain, je passe la journée chez un ami à faire du RPG. Ecthelion

Bon, prêts pour reprendre l'aventure? Non? Tans pis, j'y vais quand même. Trail of Blood, continued “Great” said Tar Narden as they watched the gate. “Perfect! She just had to go inside and look around!” Igenham was just as upset. Onima could warn them, but then what? Storm the building?Not an option, he thought. We need to get in quietly, do our job and get lost fast! They had a way in: Dommus had seen the same thing Onima had, but the changing of the guard was to far away. And we couldn’t help her if she gets into trouble. “We need a cart,” he said suddenly, an idea blossoming in his brain. “Preferably one filled with hay and all the explosives we have!” “You want to blow the door away?” asked a flabbergasted Caleth. “That’s almost as crazy as Tar Narden!” “If it’s the only way to get her…” A shout came from the walls, making everyone turn. The guards were running around, obviously looking for someone. “I see her!” shouted Melkar from the roof. “She has just jumped from one of second floor windows! Man, the guards are all over the place, but I don’t think they’ve seen her…” “I’ve got her too!” called Daïmnia. “She is running up the stairs that lead to the wall, on the far side from us. No! Two guards have seen her, they are going to…” Whatever they were going to do, Onima never let them. A huge fireball struck the two men, dropping their charred bodies on the stone wall. Then Onima jumped over the wall, “Come on!” ordered Igenham. “We need to get to her now!” Tout le monde s'inquiète pour Onima. Igenham envisage même de fair sauter la porte si elle appelle à l'aide. Heureusement, elle parvient à s'en sortir toute seule, mais se retrouve séparée des autres. Onima was furious as she hurried down the alleys of Marienburg, going as fast as her sprained ankle would allow. It was going fine, she fumed. Nobody had taken notice of her, mistaking her for one of the house’s servants. If she was there, she had a reason to be there, they had thought. Just one of the several girls that took care of the women’s hair, or carried bath-water, assisted with makeup… Something. She had been invisible. Then that drunk to come and… the rest was formed of rather impolite and foul words describing the man. As she was prowling the second floor, a drunken man had staggered into her and decided that it might be fun to have a bit of free pleasure from her. A flaming sword through his heart had calmed hid passion, but had also made another servant-girl scream, alerting everyone in the building. And now here I am wandering around these filthy streets! Oh, we are going to hurt them tonight… She walked away, confident that nobody would see her, as always. But this time, she had been seen. And four men were closing in on her. Onima est plutot mécontente. Elle était invisible, tout le monde croyait q'elle devait avoir une raison d'être là. Mais un client bourré voulait un peu de plaisir gratuit, l'a abordé, et s'est fait tué. Hélas, cela a déclanché l'alerte, et elle a dû sauter le mur (laissant deux gardes calcinés au passage). Et elle s'en va, sûre de ne pas être suivie. Erreur! Bon, c'est tout. On approche de la fin de cette partie (ouf!). Et je pourrais vous donner une surprise avec la suite... Ecthelion.

Bonjour. Bon, passons aux explications. Ça veut dire Dommus disparait dans la foule, et seule ses yeux pourraient le distingué des gens autour de lui. (les yeux sont intelligents, allertes, etc... Bref, les yeux d'un espion) Ce n'est pas magique mais optique. Igenham est derrière Melkar et Daïmnia. Le soleil est aussi derrière Melkar et Daïmnia, donc s'il utilisent le mirroir our avertir Igenham, le reflet est dans la direction opposée des gardes, et ils ne peuvent pas voir le reflet. Me suis-je fais plus clair? Que veus-tu, Tar Narden est 100% . On va voir ce qui arrive à Onima cet après-midi. Ecthelion

Un peu plus de la suite. Je suis en train de préparer la fin de la première partie. Amuser vous bien! Trail of Blood, continued Marius, it had turned out, had delivered the slaves to the pleasure-house and, with some “persuasive methods”, Tar Narden had gotten him to sing. The place was in the well-to-do part of the city, and took care of some of the noblemen’s more basic needs. The building was surrounded by a nice garden and wasn’t connected to the houses around it. The less trouble it will be to burn it down, thought Dommus as he watched his target. We will not be causing any collateral damage, Tar Narden should enjoy this.He was invisible, nonexistent amongst the crowd swarming around him. Only his eyes could have made him stand out; they were alive, searching everything about him, a habit that had stayed with him since the days he had been a purse-cutter. A good one at that. This place is a small fortress! Blasted walls and gate! He had watched for a good place to enter the grounds, but it had turned out to be rather hard. Two sentry towers had been placed on the walls, which were patrolled by no less than twenty men. Two for the towers, four at the gate and two groups of two to patrol! And I thought that this would be easy. Let me see, there has got to be a way… Marius à parlé, l'Ordre à l'addresse de la maison de prostitution. Dommus est en train de voir comment on pourait entre. Problèmes: il y a un mur avec deux tours de guet et une vingtane de gardes... Onima had found it. The towers had been built behind the wall, creating a blind spot. Blind spot?! It’s a blind patch! she thought. But if we were to time it right, and if Melkar could get this guy… Yes, that would work! She circled the building, seeking a better entry point, but found nothing. Angry, she stood before the gate, hidden in the shadow of a nearby building. It was then that she saw her chance; a cart had pulled up to the gate and, after a while, the guards pulled the doors open to admit the cargo. Onima slipped out from her hiding place and purposefully followed it inside, not even catching the guards’ eyes, so obvious it was that she belonged there. I am in! she thought. Now, time for some real scouting. Onima cherche aussi comment entrer. Elle a trouvé un angle mort juste devant les deux tours, mais ça va être difficile d'entrer. Puis elle parvient à ce glisser dans l'enseinte derière un chariot. Daïmnia and Melkar were both on the roof of a neighboring house, using glasses to watch the two scouts and to keep an eye out for possible entry points. Daïmnia was following Dommus when Melkar began cursing Onima for her recklessness and obvious loss of common sense. “Warn Igenham right now!” ordered the Novice and cursed again as the gates fell, hiding her from his sight. They were “uplight”, the sun was behind them and Daïmnia’s mirror wouldn’t warn the guards. But Igenham and the others would see the flashes and would be right over. Why did you do that, Onima? Melkar et Daïmnia sont en train de surveiller les scouts avec des lunettes. Melkar voit Onima entrer dans la cour et ordonne à Daïmnia d'avertir Igenham. Bon, voilà un peu plus. Un peu plus demain. Ecthelion.

Bonjour à vous. Et veillez excuser mon retard, j'avais pas mal de choses à faire pendant la fin de semaine. Bon, voilà un peu de la suite: Trail of Blood, continued “All in all, not a bad day,” reflected Igenham. “I only have to have my armor fixed and we are back to normal.” Dommus and Melkar were in a corner, counting the gold they had found in the warehouse and on the bodies of the hooded men. Melkar looked up from the small mountain of gold in front of him. “It’s just getting better! We have close to four thousand Gold Crowns here! I bet Marius never thought that Dommus would find that chest in the septic tank!” “What do you expect?” answered Dommus. “I am brilliant, seeking the most unlikely places fore treasure. But the bath smelled disgusting, even worse than the septic tank!” “Your nose was still full of the pungent aroma of human waste, no wonder the bath smelled bad!” Igenham just shut the conversation off. Dommus had smelled very bad after recuperating the chest, but Daïmnia had found enough spices in the warehouse to negate the stench. And the two hours in scalding water had helped to. But his clothes were a total loss… Four thousand Gold Crowns! he thought. Most of it would go to help the former slaves. Three hundred Crowns apiece, enough to get them home and start them on a comfortable life. Most of them would go home, but a few had opted to stay in Marienburg to live, extending Igenham’s information gathering network. One had even decided to join the Order, her own family having sold her into slavery. At least now we can provide a new family for her. She would spend three years learning to fight, steal, bribe, shadow and everything else she needed to know before integrating the cell. Although he knew that she would probably be called up as a novice after a year. Not enough time to train them properly. Well, maybe after a few years… Ancalima taped him on the shoulder, bringing him back to earth. “I finished looking over the Mutant and his friend,” she informed him. “The same mark on their shoulders as on the slave’s.” “So they are responsible for the murder. Well, I think that as soon as Tar Narden finishes with Marius, we will scout the place out, then hit it. This should be over in two days.” “I hope so.” **** “Marius,” said Tar Narden. “You have been convicted of slavery, murder and conspiracy to commit murder. Do you have anything to say in your defense?” “Curse you!” he managed to say. “You have no proof of it!” “We wouldn’t have any. Except that your captain kept a journal, and noted that, in order to escape us, they dumped the cargo as per ordered by their employer. You employed them, Marius.” Marius just slumped, beaten in his chair and confessed. “The penalty for murder,” continued Tar Narden, “Is death. Goodbye Marius.” To bad you were so dumb to fall for it. There never was a journal! Résumé en français: On fait le bilan de l'opération. Près de 4000 Courones d'Or (une bonne partie trouvée dans la fosse septique par Dommus) de butin pour l'Ordre, ils vont utiliser une bonne partie pour les anciens esclaves. La plupart vont partir, mais deux ou trois vont rester à Marienburg (et embellir les services de renseignement de l'Ordre), une opte de s'engager dans l'Ordre. Dans le deuxième paragraphe, on voit le jugement de Marius, comdamné a mort pour meurtre. Voilà pour aujoud'hui, un pei plus demain. Ecthelion

Tout d'abord, merci d'avoir posté. Non, car la cible est un homme. De plus, tous le mots sont neutre en anglais. Seule les êtres vivants peuvent être masculin ou féminin. Je suis content que tu apprécie la manière dont je décris l'Ordre, c'est vrai, certains personnages sont spéciaux. Et ça en rajoute à l'histoire. Dans la prochaine partie, on apprendra un peu plus sur l'Ordre. Et merci encore et toujour de repérer mes fautes d'ortographe, de frappe et d'innatention. Ecthelion.

OK, j'envoie la suite. Trail of Blood, continued Dommus and Melkar had dealt with two more ruffians who had arrived from the nearby docks, before the rest understood that it was best to stay under cover if they wanted to survive more than three seconds. “They haven’t tried anything in a while,” said Melkar. “What do you think they are doing?” “I don’t know,” answered Dommus. “I know that they are up to something, but what?” They stood a moment in silence. “Curse them!” shouted Dommus suddenly. “They are pushing crates in front of them so as to stay under cover!” “They will not have it for long,” the Novice answered, loading his crossbow. “Not if I have anything to do about it!” Le dockers commence à se montrer intelligents; ils possent des caisses pour avor du couvert. Malkar a une idée pour les décourager définitivement. Ancalima looked at the damage she had wrought. The magical blast had sent the Mutant and Igenham halfway through the counter. Oh no! she thought as she ran forwards, afraid that Igenham was dead. Quickly, she pulled the creature’s burnt carcass of him and checked for a pulse. He is alive! she told herself, overjoyed in finding that the man’s heart was beating. No spinal damage, he is just dazed. She took off Igenham’s cloak and brigandine, noting with fear that the Mutant’s claw had cut clear through one of the metal plates of the armor. Hold together, Igenham! Just a few more minutes... Next she undid his shirt and saw the wound. The gash was all of five inches long and two deep. Ancalima feared that the gut had been touched. Carefully, she traced a luminous rune over the wound, then placed her hand over it, whispering a few words. Igenham groaned as her palm grew white-hot and tried to move, but Ancalima held him down until the wound was healed. She then let him go. He opened his eyes and stared dreamily at her, but she shook him, snapping him out of the pain-induced stupor. “Wake up! Come on, you sluggard, wake up!” Igenham managed to smile and held his hand up to gently touch her face. “I always thought that an Angel would wake me up after I died. But I never imagined her yelling at me!” “Oh, come on!” she answered, pulling his hand away from her. However, she did keep it in hers a little longer then needed. “We must get out of here. And you might as well get dressed!” Ancalima soigne Igenham. Petit moment tendre entre les deux personnages, avant que la remarque d'Ancalima les renvoie dans la réalité. Fire erupted around the edges of the hold’s door. The four slavers inside looked at each other then at the door as it was torn from its hinges and fell crashing to the ground. A small figure leapt inside, rolled to her knees and threw two shurikens at the dumbstruck men. Daïmnia watched the blades whirl through the air, then cut into the slavers’ throats. No need for poison, she thought as the two men collapsed. Waste of time and ingredients! She chose her next target as the others entered into the hold, and charged him. He snapped his whip at her, but it thrashed harmlessly through the air. Then she was upon him. Two katanas appeared as if by magic in her hands and flashed in the dim light, gutting the slaver. The other one raised his whip to strike the slaves, but was blasted apart by the combined spells of Tar Narden, Caleth and Onima. “Overkill,” said Tar Narden. “But it does have a very effective results. We should try that again some time.” “Don’t be so grim,” answered Caleth. “Let’s get the slaves, sorry, the people away from here.” Daïmnia looked over the agonizing form of the slaver. “White Cobra venom. Not as fast as normal Cobra venom, but three times more painful.” She looked at the man, contempt in her eyes. “You have one hour of pain before death. Enjoy.” And with that, she went to assist the others. Le Groupe Deux libère les esclaves. Tar Narden nous montre encore une fois son... instabilité. Daïmnia se montre très sadique. “It is working, boys!” shouted one of the dockhands pushing the crates. One of the shooters inside fired straight into the crate. “We are going to…” His words died with him as the quarrel exploded, blasting him and two other men behind the crate with splintered wood, dropping them to the ground. “I have enough for all of you!” shouted Melkar. “But don’t make me waste powder!” They didn’t. Melkar fait sauter une caisse avec des quarraux explasifs. Les dockers se cassent. Igenham hauled Marius on his shoulders, the man having been wrapped in a blanket to keep him from going into shock. Ancalima had traced two symbols on the wall: an hourglass next to an eye shedding a red tear. “The hourglass for the inquisition, Marius,” he told the limp form. ”The crying eye is for us; the Order of the Blood Tear. Our founder shed them over the victims of men like you. That is why we fight.” Oh, thanks for the gold, Marius. It’s going to help us greatly! Igenham explique les simboles de l'Ordre, la Larme de Sang pour l'Ordre, et un sablier pour l'inquisition. Ils piquent le fric de Marius. Pour "l'histoire d'amour" entre Igenham et Ancalima, ne vous en faites pas, je ne contris pas l'histoire autour de ça. Juste pour vous prévenir que ça sera là, mais pas omniprésent. Ecthelion.

Merci por la réponse, et merci de me montrer mes fautes. Par contre je n'arrive pas a trouver le "dicovered", peut tu me dir où il se trouve. Merci. Autrement, content que vous aimez, suite cet après-midi. Ecthelion

C'est bien! Tu pose un peu plus de l'intrigue, sans vraiment être clair. On se demande si Kirla est bien victime d'un sortillège (je crois que oui), que Ilia a eu des problèmes avec la magie noire... Superbe. Juste une chose; je vois mal un elfe appeler son enfant "fiston", trop humain à mon gout mais, bref... Ecthelion

Ne partons pas hors surjet Taliesin. De plus, je l'aimais bien ce personnage. Il a beacoup de charactère et de couleur. Bon, malheureusement je ne vais pas ajouter à l'histoire aujourd'hui, manque de temps. Par contre, je vais écrire un peu plus, juste pour prendre un rien d'avance. J'espère que vous serez présents demain. Ecthelion

Nom de nom, tu n'as rien appris à Beaulieu. Tu devrais revoir ton aurtographe avant que l'on te massacre! Bon, trève de plaisanteries. Passons aux choses sérieuses. Combien d'annimaux max? Et combien coûtes les faucons? Appart ça, pas grand chose à te dire. Cela me plaît et je serais même d'accord de jouer contre.

J'ai bien aimé les modifications. Elles apportent plus de clarté au texte. Bon boulot, mais on attend toujours la suite! À plus. Ecthelion.

Pour Marius, faut attendre un peu. Vous verrez ce qui lui arrive. Pour le deuxième, en gros le mutant saute de mur en mur pour attacker Igenham de dos, mais il (Igenham) se retourne et le pourfend. Hélas, il se prend un coup de griffe dans le côté. Pour finir, Ancalima electrocute le mutant (l'épée agissant comme un conducteur) avec un coup de foudre divin. On ne sait pas ce qui arrive (encore) à Igenham. Oui, je sais, Onima fait la brute, mais je trouvais que l'esclavagiste agonnisant sous les coups de fouets était une forme de justice. En gros, Igenham se rend compte, pendant le combat, que le mutant a une carapace osseuse qui le protège des coups. Merci pour la faute de frappe.

Voila pour une partie de l'action (avant dernière partie de l'action). Je fais comme avant: traduction simultannée entre chaque paragraphe. Trail of Blood, continued Now the fun really starts! Tar Narden as his people made their way to the hold. Come on, Marius! Is that all you got? “All you got” was three ruffians Caleth and Daïmnia had slaughtered on their way to the ramp and five sailors on the deck that had thought that the four warriors would be easy to throw overboard. Their bodies now lay on the deck, proof of the skills of Group Two. “Come on!” he shouted. “The hold is this way!” Tar Narden et le Groupe deux ont massacré tout sur leur passage, et sont à l'interieur du bâteau. Igenham struck at the monster, both hands tightly gripping his sword. The blow connected, knocking the Mutant against a pile of boxes. That should have decapitated it! Why will it not die? Before he could do anything, the monster had risen from the broken crates, hissing at Igenham. Then it jumped up against a stack of crates, pushing off of it with powerful legs, propelling itself against the wall behind Igenham, the straight at the warrior's back. Igenham turned, reversing the grip on his sword and plunging it into the creature’s chest, breaking through the bone-like armor that he now saw covered the its body. Pain exploded in his side as the Mutant’s claws slashed him, ripping through his brigandine and his flesh, breaking two ribs in the process. Can’t breath! he thought as the monster crashed over him, rolling several feet away from him. Must kill it! a fierce voice bellowed from inside of him. Kill it! His eyes snapped open and he stood uneasily, gasping for air. The Mutant was on the floor, trying to raise its broken body. Igenham grabbed it by a bony spike that replaced its hair, grabbed it and pulled its head back. “Now Ancalima! Now!” A blinding white light erupted from a new rune she had conjured as a bolt of lightning darted at the monster. It struck the creatures body, blasting it and Igenham backwards, burning part of the bony armor, but not penetrating, except where the sword had skewered the Mutant. Acting as conductor for the hallowed energy, the sword filled the monster with holy fire, consuming it from within, destroying it further than steel ever could. Igenham se bat contre le mutant et plonge son épée dans le mutant, mais se prend une griffe dans le côté. Ancalima le détruit avec un foudre divin qui passe à traves l'épée. Two huge men guarded the door to the hold. All of seven feet tall, they were towering piles of muscle and brute strength, holding long spiked whips. Slavers! thought Caleth. Time to put these monsters down! He traced a rune on the edge of the blade, saying a few words. The weapon glowed white as the blessing took effect. Onima came up behind him, a flaming sword in one hand and a fiery whip in the other. She stopped when Caleth held his hand up, two fingers in the air. Onima nodded and smiled. This will be easy. Caleth exploded from the bend in the corridor, holding his special hallebarde in both hands. The slavers were surprised and didn’t react until Caleth was three meters away. One of them lashed at him with his whip, but Caleth held his weapon up so the whip curled around the hallebarde’s pole. He swung the weapon around behind him, pulling the slaver to him. Caleth’s hallebarde was in fact a five foot-long pole, affix with a foot-long blade. He could use it as a spear or a hallebarde depending on the situation. This time he chose to use it like a spear. The blade came around as he grasped it with both hands, and ran it through the slaver’s chest, pinning his limp form to the door behind him. Before the other slaver could do anything, Onima’s whip snacked around his neck, went tight and threw him to the ground, withering in pain. Onima walked over to him, then began to lash him again and again. The slaver began to howl in pain and Onima decided to silence him, plunging her sword into his open mouth. Caleth looked at her, stunned. “We need to get through the door. Get Tar Narden.” As Onima ran off, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for the man at his feet. Caleth est devant la porte de la soute. Avec Onima il massacre les deux "esclavagistes" (donnez moi le terme correct svp). Onima commence à battre l'homme avec un fouet ardent, puis le tue avec son épée. Caleth se sent un peu désolé pour l'homme à ses pieds. Bon, je vous donne la suite demain. À plus. Ecthelion.

Merci bien pour ces encouragements. le "Man! do I love this!" est une expression qui pourrait se traduire en "Diantre! Comme j'aime cela!". Oui, gramaticalement ce n'est pas correcte, mais il s'agit bien d'une expression qui existe en anglais. Pour ce qui est du style que j'ai choisi pour l'action... Je dois avouer, je copie le style de Tom Clancy dans son livre "Rainbow Six". Ça me semble correcte car il s'agit d'un groupe de commandos (tout droit sortis du 16èm siècle). À plus. Ecthelion

OK, je vais faire différament aujourd'hui. Il y aura une traduction entre chaque paragraphe, histoire de ne pas vous perdre au milieu de l'action. C'est part, mon kiki! Trail of Blood, continued The first quarrel loaded in Dommus’ repeating crossbow had a fuse attached to it. It crashed through the glass window and headed for the sky. When it was about fifty meters away, the fuse lit a package of gunpowder mixed with other chemicals, causing a bright red explosion. Tar Narden grinned from where he was. “Here we go! Time for some buggers to join the dead for lunch!” Le signal est donné (feu d'artifice sur un des quarraux de Dommus), Tar Narden ordonne à ses hommes de bouger (il dit qu'il est l'heur d'envoyer les méchants en enfer). Several things happened at the same time. The Mutant jumped at Igenham, claws drawn back to decapitate him. His companion drew back and raised his hand to cast a spell, his mouth forming foul words. Marius pulled a small silver whistle out of a pocket and held it up to blow it. But Igenham and the others were ready for them. Igenham drew his small crossbow from under his cloak and brought it to bear in one fluid motion, sending a quarrel at the oncoming creature. The quarrel struck the Mutant at the base of its neck, dropping it to the ground. Ancalima traced a symbol in the air, her hands leaving a trail of light that formed a glowing rune. Then she pointed at the hooded man and shouted a command. The rune exploded in a thousand pieces as a bolt of pure light leapt from it, burning a hole through the man’s heart. Surprised, the man looked at his chest, then he collapsed in a heap upon the floor. Melkar had already fired a quarrel at Marius, catching the merchant in the shoulder. The force of the blow threw the trader backwards, slamming him into the wall. The quarrel actually passed through the man’s shoulder and pinned him to the wall. But by some miracle, or curse, he managed to blow the whistle, sounding the alarm. “Chief!” bellowed Dommus as several more whistles answered the call. “We are about to have some company!” En gros, les méchants tente d'avoir les gentils, mais sont pis au dépourvu. Le mutant prend un carrau dans la gorge, l'autr homme se fait brûler le coeur par un trait de lumière divin et Marius se fait épingler (littéralement) contre le mur par un quarrau de Melkar. Hélas, Marius parvient à donner un coup de sifflet, allertant ses employés (il y en a une vigtaine en tout, sans compter les marins sur le bâteau). Outside, Tar Narden and Onima jumped up from behind their cover, already pronouncing magical incantations. The two guards on the ship caught sight of something bright to their left just as the whistles began warning everyone of the attack. The looked at each other, wondering what to do, then turned just in time to see fiery arrows speeding towards them. The spells blasted into the men, burning half of one’s face off and dropped the other one onto the deck, his hands clasped over his burned abdomen. “Up the ramp!” bellowed Tar Narden as Caleth and Daïmnia jumped over the crates. “Man! Do I love this!” Tar Narden et Onima tue les archers avec des traits de feu expéditifs. Tar Narden envoi ses troupes à l'assult, remarquant qu'il aime son boulot, il est ce gars. The first of the dockhands ran up to the warehouse, a large club in one hand, knife in the other, two more right behind him. “Time for a good brawl!” he shouted at the others, eager to knock a few heads, off if possible. He heard strange sounds, then fell to the ground, two quarrels set in his flesh, one in the knee, the other in the chest. Another was thrown back as one of Melkar’s heavy bolts lifted him off the ground, depositing him harshly on the ground several meters away. Trois des dockeurs foncent vers l'entrepôt, mais deux se font descendre par Dommus et Melkar. “Got you!” exulted Dommus, his shots having dropped another ruffian to the ground. “Come on!” he shouted outside, while feeding another pack of quarrels to his crossbow. “Come out and eat arrows!” Melkar loosed another shot, the huge crossbow making a sharp “clack” as the bowstring propelled the quarrel away. “Mine actually ate the arrow,” he noted grimly. “and it makes a rather large mess.” Dommus just laughed. Dommus et Melkar font du tir au pigeon, et ont une blague sur le fait que les ennemis peuvent manger les flèche (un peu crade, je sais ). Igenham stepped over the prone form of the Mutant, strapping his crossbow to his belt and heading towards Marius. “It is time for a little chat, Barrel-Guts, “ he said quietly. “Make it fast, and maybe I will pull the quarrel from your shoulder.” “Igenham! Behind you!” Ancalima’s shout made Igenham spin around to see that the Mutant was far from dead. It was now flying through the air, claws pulled back to strike him. Before he could do anything, it had struck at him. There was a flash of brilliant light when its claws touched him. They didn’t penetrate, the blow instead knocking him to the ground, with the Mutant crashing onto him. Dazed he swung upwards with his gauntleted fist, throwing the creature off of him. What the… he thought as the Mutant stood up. How did it survive? How did I survive? He saw Ancalima, hands together, a bright rune in the shape of a shield floating in the air in front of her. “Ancalima!” he bellowed. “When I say so, hit this filth with all you have!” It’s time for business! Igenham va questionner Marius, mais le mutant se relève et l'attaque. Il est sauver par un sort de protection de Ancalima. À la fin, il se prépare à détruire cette chose. Voila pour le début de l'action, j'espère que vous suivrez sans trop de problèmes. Si vous avez un problème dite le. Ecthelion

Ah, et bien! Quand on se plaint de ne pas pouvroir rapidement lire la suite... Le meilleur compliment pour un aspirant écrivain. Merci!!! Merci pour les corrections, n'arrive pas a le croire . Bon, pour la haine de Marius, c'est cencer être parce qu'il vend des êtres humains en esclavage, et n'hésite pas à les jeter par-dessus bord si ça ce gâte. Les chevaux ne parlent pas mais les humains, oui. Il sous-entend que la seule raison que l'on tue un esclave qui s'est échappé est par-ce qu'il (elle dans ce cas) sait quelquechose de compromettant. Bref, pas grave... Oui, bien compris. Qui a dit que Marius se fesait tuer par un mutant? Mais non, il doit d'abord chanter un peu (beaucoup). Puis la justice des Répurgateurs lui sera rendue. PS: je mais ça en place entre 11h30 et 12h00, tu pouras pet-être lire avant de partir. Merci à tous ceux qui suivent. Ecthelion

Voici la dernière partie avant que l'action commence (j'en ai pour quatre page manuscrites avec plus à venir). Je vais faire un peu différamment demain, mais pour l'instant, la suite: Trail of Blood, continued Tar Narden led his group over to the ship and brought them behind a pile of crates that smelled strongly of rotting fish and seaweed. “Onima,” he ordered, “Go around these and tell us what we are up against. But be careful!” She gave him an impish and cocky smile, knowing that the men working the docks wouldn’t notice her. She took her time getting back, enough to get Tar Narden completely nervous and frantic. He could feel a monster headache building up inside his head, rumbling like a distant thunderstorm. Finally, it seemed to him ages since she had left, she came back. “We have about six dockers loafing about, waiting to unload. All are armed, but none of them should be a problem. However, there are two archers guarding the plank.” Tar Narden just smiled. “Well, I think that you and I could handle them…” Igenham and the others slipped into the warehouse. There was no bell above the door, to announce their arrival, only silence. Looking around, he saw much of what he expected: a dingy, rundown storage area with crates and boxes stacked up to the roof. Two men in black robes were at the counter discussing things with Marius. Igenham motioned to his people, and they moved into position: Dommus by the window, Melkar in the central aisle and Ancalima just behind him. Weapons were drawn and safeties unlocked. When all were ready, Igenham and Ancalima walked towards the counter for a “chat” with Marius. They began to hear the conversation between the merchant and the hooded clients. “Very good merchandise this time,” Marius was saying. “From Estalia and the land of Tilea, from the cold mountains of Norsca and even some from faraway Cathay. All young, less than eighteen years of age all of them. Of the purest form and complexion, enough to satisfy any man.” “I hope these ones are tamer than some of the last batch; one of them got away,” the man to the right answered. “And we had to… take care of her.” “Tame?!” The gentlest mare is a lion compared with these beauties. I must say that they are all fresh, never… used before.” You are not selling horses, are you, Marius? Igenham thought. I have you this time! ”It seems to me, Marius,” he said aloud. “That were you selling horses, there would be a few destriers from Bretonnia. After all, they are amongst the best in the world.” Both the hooded figures whirled around and Marius’ face turned pale. “Also,” he continued. “Eighteen is awfully old for a mare.” He turned towards the two men. “And why kill a horse for escaping? Horses didn’t talk the last time I checked, only humans do. And slaves often escape do they not?” None moved for a moment. Then, one of the hooded figures hissed and threw his cloak off, revealing an extra pair of arms. Both of which ended in a single, foot-long claw. “I think that minding one’s own business is important!” it spat at Igenham. “To bad you will not live to learn that lesson!” “I intend to show you that I can learn fast if need be,” he smiled darkly at the two. “I will also show you a lesson, one you will be taking to the grave with you! Dommus!” he shouted. “Now!” Résumé en français: Dans le premier paragraphe, Tar Narden et ces hommes se sont mis en position autour du bâteau. Onima a fait l'éclaireur, et rapporte qu'il n'y a pas d'opposition sérieuse, à part deux archers. Tar Narden a une petite idée pour s'en occuper... Dans le deuxième parag raphe, Igenham et les autres ont pénétré dans l'entrepôt de Marius. Il est en train de parler avec deux hommes capuchonnés. Il semblerait qu'ils parlent de chevaux, mais certain détails: jeunes, moins de 18 ans (vieux pour un cheval), un des hommes a dit qu'ils ont du "s'occuper" d'une des "juments" quand elle s'est échappée... disent à Igenham qu'il y a bel et bien des esclaves dans la soute du bâteau. On voit aussi qu'il croît que les hommes ont quelquechose à voir avec l'assassinat de la fille. Et comme par hasard, l'un d'eux est un mutant... Igenham ordonne à Dommus d'envoyer le signal. Que l'action commence! Pour la suite, c'est demain, mais je suis là pour répondre aux questions. Ecthelion

Bon, je pense qu'il est tmps de vous annoncer que... Tada: j'ecris une histoire. Bon je vais arréter de faire la grosse tête. C'est en sept parties, la première s'appèle: Trail of Blood. À Marienburg, à l'époque des Trois Empereurs, ne règne que corruption et tyranie. Mais un groupe de Répurgateurs ont juré de rendre la justice, à leur mannière, bien entendu. La mort d'une jeune femme assassinée met les Répurgateurs sur la suite de tueurs implacables, impitoyables et dévoués à une puissance aberrante... La deuxième partie se nomme: Hunted Une jeune orpheline découvre par malheur que les hommes qu'elle va dévaliser sont des cultistes au pouvoir immence.... Le récit est en anglais, sorry! Mais venez quand même, faut pas être le plus grand des as pour apprécier. Et je suis là pour vous aider à comprendre. Voilà le link: Répurgateurs Après un an d'absence, j'ai traduit en français, les histoires sont sensiblement les mêmes, mais j'ai pu les retravailler. Voici: Iquisiteurs -Piste de Sang -Traquée Voilà ce que j'ai fait pour l'instant. Je compte finir dans la langue de Rousseau!

Tu risque de pleurer à la fin de l'histoir (Si j'y arrive ). Sinon, merci pour les encouragements. Et critique autant que tu veut, c'est cela qui me permet d'écrire quelque chose de bien. Et n'oublie pas de poser des questions si tu ne comprend pas très bien, le mieux que tu comprend, le plus (j'espère) tu vas aimer. Encore Merci. Ecthelion

Qui a dit qu'ecrire une histoire, surtout une avec moult flash-back était simple et rapide? Personnellement, je trouve que tu te débrouille à merveille. J'apprend un peu comment il faudrait que je fasse dans mon histoire (il y aura deux ou trois flashs-back). Alors merci, bon travaille et bon courage! Ecthelion

Bonjour, vous autres. Bon je pense qu'il va faloir clarifier certaines choses, pas que vous avez mal compris, mais pour les autres lisant mon histoire. Marius est un marchand assez louche, contrebande, pardonnable, et esclavage, pas pardonnable. Par deux fois, il a jeté des esclaves par-dessus bord. Ce qui fait que Igenham a une grande envie de defonser la mâchoire de ce #@>*&%! Marius possède un entrepôt, que le Groupe Un va visiter, et un bâteau est ammaré au doc à côté de l'entrepôt, qui appartien aussi à Marius. Le Groupe Deux va libérer les esclaves dans la soute du bâteau Correcte, juste un peu d'humour. Non, tu suis bien. Juste que l'entrpôt et le bâteau ne sont pas les mêmes Sinon, merci de suivre, et il me semble que vous avez une bonne maîtrise de l'anglais. Bien, heureux de t'apprendre des trucs. Et merci Iliaron pour tes remarques sur les répétitions un peu lourdes, c'est corrigé. Et n'hesiter pas un poser des question si cela ne vous semble pas juste, comme ça je corrige. Encore merci de suivre! Ecthelion

"Bourne Identity" c'est "La mémoire dans la peau" je crois. Le héros est amnésique, et ça lui revient pas flashs... Bon, jattendrais le temps qu'il faudra pour lire la fin, elle m'intrigue vraiment. J'attend le prochain bout impatiament. Ecthelion