Finch Farthington, the forefather of soy and life itself, was making his way past the planet on which we humble ourselves during his celestial odyssey throughout all eternity.
Farthington sensed a great disruption in the soy energies surrounding the planet, and so he flew down, to the top of the soy plateau to investigate what issues had arisen. Upon his arrival Farthington was greeted by chaos, the finches were battling against Cobblestone Crows, amidst the battle Farthington spotted old man, upon his soy throne, leading the Grand Finch Army against the Crows. Farthington swooped down and snatched up old man in his finch claws,
"What chaos have you brought down onto the Finches, and so dooming them into the shadow of Felhardr?!"
"Beard fell to the lust of daybreak and so battle was wagered against him and the Cobblestone host."
"With old days gold, dark nights cold and old friends bold, you lose to me the beard of which held you alive old fool."
But both old man and Finch Farthington knew that this was as the prophecy had once long days ago foretold, and that the day of damnation was upon them.
With no more time to waste old man and finch returned to the battle, and so with the finch king and lord of all soy by their side, the finches battled the crows with valour and brutality that had never before been seen by man. But with all their power and skill, the finches fought a neverending onslaught of fearless crows, and with the sun close rising the finches were tight for strength.
Far north the trolls heard the shrill craws of crows, and the almighty scream of finches,
from friend to foe long ago
trolls and finches gone that through
trolls finches through gone that friend from foe
foe to friend and friends on foe say troll of northern shire.
and so the trolls of the north came to aid their finch allies in the battle. Little did they know of the powers coursing through their hardened skins, and how they would come into play within the coming days.
The finches of the soy plateau were drawing back further and further into the fortress, battling without end, and without victory against the Cobblestone Crows. Old man sat once again atop the fortress, upon his darkened throne, Finch Farthington circling above had called the trolls of the north, as the crows allies, the crusaders of Gladowynch, were almost atop the flattened mountain citadel. The crusaders, though skilled, were small and few in number, compared to the trolls of the north, and after the crusaders were cut off, the Crows would be forced to slacken their attack, giving the finches time to withdraw enough of their soycerers to the Acrane keep.
Already, half of the finches plateau was bathed in sunlight, and under command of the Crows, if the trolls did not pick up their feet, it would be the final day for finch and soy alike, but though their chances were bleak, the finches did not surrender, and fought on with valour.
Old man sat atop his throne, summoning the Guardian of Soy, a long old finch that had bound his body and soul to soy, and become a powerful beast, but doomed to forever dwell within the wastes of soyblivion, until summoned by a master of soy such as old man, but even with his great power, old man needed time to summon the guardian, time that was running out on him, and his companions.
"if only old beard were still here, to aid me in my time of need..." thought old man, and suddenly he was swept into memories long past.
Old man and old beard were setting fire to the homes of children and the humans, and later laughing at the screaming, burning corpses.
Old man remembered climbing to the very top of the soy plateau using no soy energy, only the enrgy of friendship from his friend old beard.
Old man remembered playing with beard as a small child, laughing with eachother and getting messy before needing to go home for dinner.
Suddenly old man awoke again from his memories and continued to summon the great guardian, now fueled by anger and sadness, old man's power was becoming extreme. Finch Farthington realised this and came down to old man, as he feared his power would exceed old mans capacity and destroy him. Farthington looked deep into old mans mind, and warned him of his rapid increase in power. Old man replied with a loud howl of rage, and the ground of the plateau began to crack, vaporized soy shooting up in jets out of the cracks, a loud explosion and a wave of soy rushed over the plateau, the guardian rose slowly from the pit.
The crusaders began to set foot atop the plateau at this time, and were beginning to gather in numbers, to launch a strike past the guardian and into the heart of the fortress. The blackened finch guardian, drenched in soy, was destroying the endless rabble of crows coming to assault the finches, the guardian was not completely stopping the crows from reaching the fortress, but slowed the pace considerably, giving the finches time to organise their defences, but with the charging crusaders, the finches would not last long, the guardian already fixated on the crows could not aid them either. The finches felt their rage begin to drip to fear, time was running out, and their fates were looking bleak. The first wave of crusaders was already organised, and was charing across the feild to the fortress, clad in steel with burning blades, they were a fearsome sight to the finches, that had only just received a break from constant battle.
Old man ordered the finches to keep their concentration on the crows, and to ignore the oncoming crusaders, and so the fnches took to the skies, keeping out of reach of the dirty men below. Old man summoned the armor of Soy Gladys, a powerful warrior from ancient times, before Finch Farthington, and Grishnacks sword of woe. clad in steel the crusaders had already made their way into the reception of castle finch, Old man stood his ground at the entrance to the throne room, awaiting the intruders arrival.
Outside Finch Farthington and his Finch warriors were starting to bring the crow battalions near a halt, surely soon they would return to their dens, to recruit more of their kind to continue the battle, but suddenly, from unseen vantage, the sky above the plateau opened, toa vortex of sunlight, and crows poured out, Finch fathrington, the guardian and the finch warriors steeled themselves, awaiting the first wave to strike.
Old man had joined battle with the crusaders, fighting with amazing skill and speed, he had killed many men, but many, many more came. Old man was beginning to lose ground to the crusaders, and he had nowhere else to run. The crusaders had him circled, he could no longer fight for his survival, as they slowly moved in on old man, a great roar was heared, and the a wall was broken through, the trolls charged through, beating the men effortlessly. Old man, though pleased to see them fell to his side and passed out from the previous battle.
Friday, 7 March 2008
Tuesday, 4 March 2008
Pucas's tale
The wind was sweeping, the stars were sleeping.
the soy was cheeping the cranberries weeping
and all along he was standing, on the golden hills of Herryborough.
the man with the golden nose, seven fingers and an old brown shoe.
the old man said to his friend, old beard "where did they go, those long days back, back to the nose, back days old of nose days gold."
"twas toes woes that told the shoes to take their foes and wink with night the days bright."
"Pass thus nightly gone wish that i may see beyond the caraboo tree?"
"old seeds, old seeds, old seeds" said the beard, all along unsure of his own fate.
Two nights later as old man sat in the moon's shade he said to the beard.
"never too late to begin with the creeping lorse?"
"nor is the night right for such a plaguish feind!"
"sorry" said old man, in his old and frail voice, twas soon he would suffer and die.
During hsi sleep old man was restless, his dreams more horrifying than ever, he lay feeling like he was in a daycare, with singing children all around. Old man woke up screaming and then coughed up some blood.
Beard was on the meadow during day, old man still asleep, for if he knew beard was converging with the day meadow, he would cease upheaval of the grand hrofmulf and the moon would crash into the great sea.
Old man sat on the moonlit tree of caraboo, unkowing of where his beard had gone, he cried many nights worth and sat, holding up the Hrofmulf with his soy energies. Old man sat and cried until he heard the sun rising, tonight he would stand against it.
Old man charged up the energies of soy that remained in his old and saggy flesh, he sent a powerful bolt at the rising sun as a word of warning. Suddenly old man spotted Old beard on the rise, he cried out "Run beard, for the light is on your caboose!"
Beard sent out corrupted finches at the old man, old man realised his folly and returned fire with many blasts of soy. Beard summoned a sun circle of energy around himself and corrupted finches continuously flew out of his beard- body.
Old man created a lorse - wall to protect him from the finches, but it would not hold. Old man summoned allof his energy into one powerful attack.
Old beard sensed the great energy coming from behind the lorse wall and turned to run, but the energy was drawing him in.
Old man sprouted soy stalks and jumped to his escape, while old beard was drawn into the soy vortex, to be consumed forever, but as beard closed in on the vortex, old man too was drawn in. Old beard had called on the ancient ties between old man and the beard to when he was merely a baby, and old man's old father seperated the long old beard from his baby face.
Old man fell off his stalk towards the hole, but as he fell he summoned the giant finch of Nasgarth to his rescue, the finch swooped in and caught old man, and took him to the plateau of soy, where beans and finches roamed freely.
Old beard, was never seen again...
the soy was cheeping the cranberries weeping
and all along he was standing, on the golden hills of Herryborough.
the man with the golden nose, seven fingers and an old brown shoe.
the old man said to his friend, old beard "where did they go, those long days back, back to the nose, back days old of nose days gold."
"twas toes woes that told the shoes to take their foes and wink with night the days bright."
"Pass thus nightly gone wish that i may see beyond the caraboo tree?"
"old seeds, old seeds, old seeds" said the beard, all along unsure of his own fate.
Two nights later as old man sat in the moon's shade he said to the beard.
"never too late to begin with the creeping lorse?"
"nor is the night right for such a plaguish feind!"
"sorry" said old man, in his old and frail voice, twas soon he would suffer and die.
During hsi sleep old man was restless, his dreams more horrifying than ever, he lay feeling like he was in a daycare, with singing children all around. Old man woke up screaming and then coughed up some blood.
Beard was on the meadow during day, old man still asleep, for if he knew beard was converging with the day meadow, he would cease upheaval of the grand hrofmulf and the moon would crash into the great sea.
Old man sat on the moonlit tree of caraboo, unkowing of where his beard had gone, he cried many nights worth and sat, holding up the Hrofmulf with his soy energies. Old man sat and cried until he heard the sun rising, tonight he would stand against it.
Old man charged up the energies of soy that remained in his old and saggy flesh, he sent a powerful bolt at the rising sun as a word of warning. Suddenly old man spotted Old beard on the rise, he cried out "Run beard, for the light is on your caboose!"
Beard sent out corrupted finches at the old man, old man realised his folly and returned fire with many blasts of soy. Beard summoned a sun circle of energy around himself and corrupted finches continuously flew out of his beard- body.
Old man created a lorse - wall to protect him from the finches, but it would not hold. Old man summoned allof his energy into one powerful attack.
Old beard sensed the great energy coming from behind the lorse wall and turned to run, but the energy was drawing him in.
Old man sprouted soy stalks and jumped to his escape, while old beard was drawn into the soy vortex, to be consumed forever, but as beard closed in on the vortex, old man too was drawn in. Old beard had called on the ancient ties between old man and the beard to when he was merely a baby, and old man's old father seperated the long old beard from his baby face.
Old man fell off his stalk towards the hole, but as he fell he summoned the giant finch of Nasgarth to his rescue, the finch swooped in and caught old man, and took him to the plateau of soy, where beans and finches roamed freely.
Old beard, was never seen again...
Saturday, 1 March 2008
IMPORTANT NEWS
looks like soy has once again gained dominance over soy17 in the blogs amazing poll, cheers me harteys and keep voting for soy, because number one is always better than number 17 ;D.
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