In a city, home of dark creatures, where darkness was everlasting, were volcanoes, rubble, pits of fire, and armories where unimaginable sorts of weapons and were made.
This city was called Nadrickez.
In the middle of all the area was a single, huge, Grey tower; it was the highest point of the whole city and was feared by all who looked at it. Gargoyles with malicious expressions and thousands of sharp spikes covered the walls like tinsel on a Christmas tree. In the tower dwelled the cruelest living being of all the creatures in existence, the King of the Undead. No one had ever seen his face; in fact the only parts which were not concealed by grey robes were his hands.
Running towards the looming tower was a single creature, a combat soldier called a Vüoke. He was perspiring all over his face which was covered in black lines crossing at different angles, circling red eyes and a fanged mouth. His armor clanked as he ran closer and closer to the tower, fear growing in his eyes. Reaching the great door he banged on the iron with his fist, the booming noise echoing eerily. The Vüoke bent over panting, putting his hands on his knees to hold himself up. He waited for a response which came seconds later. The door creaked open and another demon stood before the Vüoke. Carved right onto his forehead was a small symbol.
The sign meaning that he was the king’s slave.
“What?” he grunted blocking the entrance.
“I…need…to see…the king,” gasped the Vüoke desperately.
The slave hesitated then he stepped away from the door. “Come on,” he said and as he closed the door after the stranger, the darkness closed in on them. The slave took a wooden club which was attached to a hook on the wall, and set fire to the oil at the top of the club creating a source of light.
“Now,” the light glowed unpleasantly on the slave’s face. With every movement there a million shadows lurking around the walls and the darkness behind the pillars gave the Vüoke the sensation that he was being watched.
“The King’s on the highest floor and that’s where we’re gonna go,” said the slave and the Vüoke nodded. “Oh and…” the slave grinned nastily in the torchlight showing yellow-Grey razor sharp fangs, “we’re taking the stairs.” There were at least 3000 steps to the highest level and the Vüoke gulped.
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As they reached the top level the slave opened the door which was there and they both entered the room. “My lord,” said the slave bowing deeply before a tall hooded figure sitting on a magnificent chair, or rather a throne. The Vüoke followed suit after the slave, bowing deeply. The room in which they were in was empty except for the throne and a row of pillars with strange inscriptions and symbols carved on the cold Grey stone on each side of the room. There was only a single window, on the left side of the room.
“What have I here?” the king’s voice was high and cold, with malice and harshness.
It sent a shiver down the Vüoke’s back. “My liege, forgive me we failed,” the Vüoke began, hanging his head.
“The old man got there before us and took her.” There was a touch of panic in the Vüoke’s voice as he spoke again. “My lord, forgive me...” His voice faltered. The king had stood up, tall, thin and hooded and was now gliding across the floor silently towards the messenger who was trembling. He stopped at the Vüoke’s side and bent down to reach his ear.
“Do you think I am pleased?” he hissed.
The messenger shook uncontrollably, sweat sliding down his cheeks and nose and dropping off in glistening beads. “N-no my liege” he stammered.
“Correct,” said the king straightening up. “I sent an army of Vüokes,” his voice was filled with rage, “I sent you leading it to do a simple task, to bring me a girl unharmed.”
“My lord, please,” whimpered the messenger his knees knocking together.
The king ignored him, pacing around his throne slowly. “And you come here empty handed and all you give me is bad news!” he spat out the last few words. “An old man, that old man got there before you and actually managed to escape!” the king suddenly faced the Vüoke and in a blink of an eye, he raised his hand, scarred and dead-looking, one which killed so many innocent. The palm faced the ceiling and at the same time the messenger, clutching his neck chocking, was lifted in the air. The king tightened his grip and the Vüoke gasped. “I have power and a whole city under my control and that girl could be the end of it,” he dropped his arm and the Vüoke crumpled on the floor but got up quickly. The king stood silently watching him from behind the throne and then said, “You…” he disappeared and reappeared behind the demon, “…failed.”
The Vüoke let out a scream of pain. Sticking out from his chest was a blade stained with his own red blood. He screamed again and a ring of fire circled him and as the king watched as he burned the Vüoke disappeared forever. Tension filed the air in the room. The king held up his hands; what they had transformed to because it was not a sword’s blade that had pierced the Vüoke’s heart but the king’s hands had morphed into pointed knives. Slowly the blades began to shrink, turning blunter and dividing into five long cold fingers with chipped, Grey nails. The king returned to his throne. The two guards standing on either side of the throne, who bore the same sign as the slave carved onto their forehead, were both trembling slightly, hoping that they would not share the same fate as the Vüoke.
The king sat down and lowered his head staring at the ground. Then he looked up, “Get back to your post fool!” he snapped at the slave who had been at the great door.
“Yes my liege,” he said bowing once more and scurried out of the room to resume his usual position by the door.
The King turned his hidden lifeless eyes to the ceiling and his hands clenched. Then they unclenched and he called out, “Rûshko!” For a moment nothing happened. Then a glistening drop of molten silver appeared on the floor. Another drop appeared joining with yet another drop. Slowly but surely more molten silver was rising in a mound, forming the skeleton of a man and a strong smell of acid filled the air. Soon there was a figure robed in grey drapes, with his head concealed beneath the hood.
“My lord,” a deep voice came out of the hooded figure as he inclined his head. He raised a disgusting hand which consisted of only the bones showing, to lower his hood. If his hand was hideous it was nothing compared to what his face looked like. The skull was covered with the thinnest sheet of raw pink flesh possible. The skull itself had gashes engraved onto the bone and several chunks of it had been chipped off. The nose was a hole in the skull and the mouth had no lips. Then there were the eyes, lidless and wide open all the time, and the place where there should have been white was grey and the pupil was blood red. And there were no eyebrows.
He was the last of his race, the Kriches.
“Why have I been summoned?” demanded Rûshko.
“Patience. I called you for the simple reason that I require your service. Given, of course, that you are still loyal to me” the King added.
“Of course, my liege,” Rûshko replied inclining his head slightly.
“It is time,” said the King simply.
The Krich, slightly confused, asked, “Time for what, my lord?”
The King stood up and began pacing back and forth in front of his throne.
“Time to do something that I’ve been waiting for, for more than a hundred years. Finally I feel that my kingdom and all its creatures have grown stronger and hungrier for blood. I can quench their thirst, and mine, no longer.”
The King’s pace quickened as more enthusiasm and excitement entered his voice.
“It’s time for revenge. Let the world be drowned in fear, let it be drenched with blood. Let them all pay for what they did to me.”
A steely glint flashed in the Krich’s eyes thinking that he knew what the king was going to say but he asked, “care to elaborate?”
The King beckoned for the Krich to approach him, and when Rûshko was right beside his throne, the King explained quietly what he had in mind. The had the heads buried together while they were discussing-and that was their mistake. They didn’t see a third figure move in the shadows.
The trespasser had heard every word and decided that it was time to leave. Moving silently and quickly the stranger moved towards the great window. He froze for a moment as the King spoke once again,
“don’t disappoint me.”
And with that, after bowing respectfully, the Krich turned into molten silver once again and was gone the evil acidic smell remaining.
Moving swiftly the stranger climbed on the ledge of the window and fell out the other side. The King heard a movement and his head jerked to the window’s direction. He got up quickly and walked over to it. He was about to look out when a servant entered the chamber and he turned his back to the window just missing a figure gliding in the sky.
hi! karen.
1. KAREN: Your first name of Karen gives you the desire for responsibility and takes you into practical pursuits. You would excel in work of a technical nature where concentration and attention to detail are important. Whatever you undertake, you have the patience and determination to do well. You feel a sense of security in positions of responsibility where progress is made through systematic, step-by-step procedures. However, you lack vision and you could become too involved in technical details, system, and routine. You do not readily adjust to changes in your routine.
2. KAREN BEZZINA: There are 12 letters in your name. Those 12 letters total to 60. There are 5 vowels and 7 consonants in your name.
What your first name means: Swedish Female Pure.
Scandinavian Female Abbreviation of Katherine. Pure.
Latin Female Variant of Catherine: Pure, clear. Form of the Latin 'Katharina', from the Greek 'Aikaterina'. It was borne by a number of saints, including St Catherine of Alexandria, a 4th century martyr who suffered torture on a spiked wheel.
Greek Male Variant of Katherine. Pure.
Greek Female Pure.
French Female Variant of Catherine: Pure, clear. Form of the Latin Katharina, from the Greek Aikaterina.
English Female Abbreviation of Katherine. Pure.
Danish Female Diminutive of Katherine: Pure.
Your number is: 6
The characteristics of #6 are: Responsibility, protection, nurturing, community, balance, sympathy.
The expression or destiny for #6: The number 6 Expression provides you a truly outstanding sense of responsibility, love, and balance. The 6 is helpful and ever conscientious, making you quite capable of rectifying and balancing any sort of inharmonious situation. You are a person very much inclined to give help and comfort to those in need. You have a natural penchant for working with the old, the young, the sick, or the underprivileged. Although you may have considerable creative and artistic talents, the chances are that you will devote yourself to an occupation that shows concern for the betterment of the community.
The positive side of the number 6 suggests that you are very loving, friendly, and appreciative of others. You have a depth of understanding that produces much sympathetic, kindness, and generosity. The qualities of the 6 make the finest and most concerned parent and one often deeply involved in domestic activities. Openness and honesty is apparent in your approach to all relationships.
If there is an excess of the number 6 in your makeup, you may exhibit some of the negative traits associated with this number. There may be a tendency for you to be too exacting and demanding of yourself. In this regard, you may at times sacrifice yourself (or your loved ones) for the welfare of others. In some cases, the over zealous 6 has difficulty distinguishing helping from interfering. You may have difficulty expressing your own individuality, because of involvement with responsibilities and causes. Like all with the Expression of the number 6, it's quite likely that you worry much too much.
Your Soul Urge number is: 3
A Soul Urge number of 3 means: With the Soul Urge number 3 your desire in life is personal expression, and generally enjoying life to its fullest. You want to participate in an active social life and enjoy a large circle of friends. You want to be in the limelight, expressing your artistic or intellectual talents. Word skills may be your thing; speaking, writing, acting, singing. In a positive sense, the 3 energy is friendly, outgoing and always very social.
You have a decidedly upbeat attitude that is rarely discouraged; a good mental and emotional balance.
The 3 Soul Urge gives intuitive insight, thus, very high creative and inspirational tendencies. The truly outstanding trait shown by the 3 Soul Urge is that of self-expression, regardless of the field of endeavor.
On the negative side, you may at times become too easygoing and too optimistic, tending to scatter forces and accomplish very little. Often, the excessive 3 energy produces non-stop talkers. Everyone has faults, but the 3 soul urge doesn't appreciate having these pointed out.
Your Inner Dream number is: 3
An Inner Dream number of 3 means: You dream of artistic expression; writing, painting, music. You would seek to more freely express your inner feeling and obtain more enjoyment from life. You also dream of being more popular, likable, and appreciated.
3. FEB 16, 1994: Your date of conception was on or about 26 May 1993 which was a Wednesday. You were born on a Wednesday under the astrological sign Aquarius. Your Life path number is 5.
Your fortune cookie reads: A thrilling time is in your immediate future.
Life Path Compatibility: You are most compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 1, 5 & 7.
You should get along well with those with the Life Path numbers 3 & 9.
You may or may not get along well with those with the Life Path number 8.
You are least compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 2, 4, 6, 11 & 22.
The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2449399.5.
The golden number for 1994 is 19.
The epact number for 1994 is 17.
The year 1994 was not a leap year.
Your birthday falls into the Chinese year beginning 2/10/1994 and ending 1/30/1995. You were born in the Chinese year of the Dog.
Your Native American Zodiac sign is Otter; your plant is Fern.
You were born in the Egyptian month of Parmuthy, the fourth month of the season of Poret (Emergence - Fertile soil).
Your date of birth on the Hebrew calendar is 5 AdarI 5754. Or if you were born after sundown then the date is 6 AdarI 5754.
The Mayan Calendar long count date of your birthday is 12.19.0.15.15 which is 12 baktun 19 katun 0 tun 15 uinal 15 kin
The Hijra (Islamic Calendar) date of your birth is Wednsday, 5 Ramadan 1414 (1414-9-5).
The date of Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 3 April 1994.
The date of Orthodox Easter on your birth year was Sunday, 1 May 1994.
The date of Ash Wednesday (the first day of Lent) on your birth year was Wednesday 16 February 1994.
The date of Whitsun (Pentecost Sunday) in the year of your birth was Sunday 22 May 1994.
The date of Whisuntide in the year of your birth was Sunday 29 May 1994.
The date of Rosh Hashanah in the year of your birth was Tuesday, 6 September 1994.
The date of Passover in the year of your birth was Sunday, 27 March 1994.
The date of Mardi Gras on your birth year was Tuesday 15 February 1994.
As of 10/2/2008 2:07:33 AM EDT: You are 14 years old. You are 176 months old. You are 763 weeks old. You are 5,342 days old. You are 128,210 hours old. You are 7,692,607 minutes old. You are 461,556,453 seconds old.
Celebrities who share your birthday:
Steffani Brass (1992) John McEnroe (1959) Ice-T (1958)
LeVar Burton (1957) Sonny Bono (1935) Patty Andrews (1920)
Hugh Beaumont (1909) Edgar Bergen (1903)
Top songs of 1994
The Sign by Ace of Base I Swear by All-4-One
I'll Make Love to You by Boyz II Men The Power of Love by Celine Dion
Hero by Mariah Carey Stay (I Missed You) by Lisa Loeb & Nine Stories
Breathe Again by Toni Braxton All for Love by Bryan Adams/Rod Stewart/Sting
All That She Wants by Ace of Base Don't Turn Around by Ace of Base
Your age is the equivalent of a dog that is 2.09080234833659 years old. (Life's just a big chewy bone for you!)
Your lucky day is Saturday. Your lucky number is 4 & 8. Your ruling planet(s) is Saturn & Uranus. Your lucky dates are 1st, 10th, 19th, 28th. Your opposition sign is Leo. Your opposition number(s) is 1. Today is one of your lucky days!
There are 137 days till your next birthday on which your cake will have 15 candles. Those 15 candles produce 15 BTUs, or 3,780 calories of heat (that's only 3.7800 food Calories!). You can boil 1.71 US ounces of water with that many candles.
In 1994 there were approximately 4.1 million births in the US.
In 1994 the US population was approximately 248,709,873 people, 70.3 persons per square mile.
In 1994 in the US there were 2,362,000 marriages (9.1%) and 1,191,000 divorces (4.6%)
In 1994 in the US there were approximately 2,148,000 deaths (8.6 per 1000)
In the US a new person is born approximately every 8 seconds.
In the US one person dies approximately every 12 seconds.
In 1994 the population of Australia was approximately 17,951,481.
In 1994 there were approximately 258,051 births in Australia.
In 1994 in Australia there were approximately 111,174 marriages and 48,312 divorces.
In 1994 in Australia there were approximately 126,692 deaths.
Your birthstone is Amethyst. The Mystical properties of Amethyst: Amethyst is used to increase spiritually. Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone. (Birthstone lists come from Jewelers, Tibet, Ayurvedic Indian medicine, and other sources). Bloodstone, Onyx, Moonstone
Your birth tree is Cedar, the Confidence. Of rare beauty, knows how to adapt, likes luxury, of good health not in the least shy, tends to look down on others, self-confident, determined, impatient, wants to impress others, many talents, industrious, healthy, optimism, waiting for the one true love, able to make quick decisions.
There are 84 days till Christmas 2008!
There are 97 days till Orthodox Christmas!
The moon's phase on the day you were born was waxing crescent.
Posted: Oct 1, 2008
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