The holidays are over. Always end.
On the other hand could not be otherwise, in this case there was talk of vacation, is defined in other ways: unemployment, a period of reflection, sabbatical, and so on. I would not call myself a worker, but not a single unemployed person, I would say a maintained, that is what I do, or rather, I should do, is to study which I can also pretty good when you put me there.
Now, the question is that in this last period I'm putting us all, no problem, you say, well sure, no problem as long as there are holidays that you parry your ass, but the holidays are now finite. What do we do?
Well, this is not a problem, you say, the desire comes and goes. Of course it is so with everything: the whiskey, drugs, women and other things that make sense at the time not come to mind.
But you know what?
Well, nothing. You're exactly right, I tell you this, but let me pull up the heavy tent and put on stage the evolution of the nice evening.
Model: just me.
Hours 16.
Our hero is pulled over by a cheerful chirping coming from inside the building.
I think it is the only condo buildings in this soup,, smog, fish and mobsters who can boast of possessing such a soundtrack to accompany the spring. This is not exactly the spring, but this time without a name (I think) in which spring evolves into summer. In terms of smells, we're talking about a funny smell of sewer that is hard to establish itself among the city's streets, the mission will be successfully completed during the summer.
So I pull up in trouble: his eyes at half mast, they also there to witness the great desire to do.
Several minutes passed, until, dragging me, I reach the kitchen ancora più stonato di prima. Ovviamente solo un quarto del caffè ,direi, spalato, raggiunge l’ambita destinazione,mentre i restanti tre quarti si spargono irrimediabilmente un po’ dappertutto.
La soluzione caffè è abbandonata,o meglio, messa da parte, e si opta per un po’ di acqua sulla faccia; di quella fredda ovviamente.
Ok, siamo a cavallo, si stanno aprendo.Un occhiatina allo specchio… aaaarrgghhh , mostruoso.
Intanto le rotelline iniziano a girare “allora, che giorno è? Vediamo: baldoria, vino zampina, tante donne, ehm... no no le donne erano nel sogno. Ok, ieri era pasquetta so today ... I have no idea. Well, I'll be the day after Easter Monday. "
.
Here. Now begins the depression is the end, we must study: two, three, four, five exams ... hell, is not taken into account more. What a bore.
You know the paranoia? Do not get your breaking, at least when your break six slightly spurred to do something, but if there are not any other, like cabbage ... zero.
you talk about having fun out of the office: it goes out every night, you do what you think ... talk. Wash your clothes, ironed, and then tell me.
You know what I think is the worst thing of being out of office?
Collision to study because you have nothing better to do.
But that sadness, though, think about it, to me is a bit 'that does not happen.
The key is to think of something funny, but at the same time give you energy, charge, and the correct injection secchionaggine you need.
think., Think, think:
"Let's see: you do not see your weeks, you do not know if your brother is still alive ... and you left with your girlfriend. Porc ... But it's the end. "
Here is the last thought that would take that sort of ring road that you have placed in the brain.
Rest assured that now not studied anything. You have won a single ticket for the grounds of depression.
17:30.
So in the end have triumphed over your coffee and you've found a way to spend an hour and a half in a totally useless.
What do we do?
only look at the book in the other room you are up for spontaneous vomiting.
a shower. This could be the solution.
The feeling of relaxation that can give a shower is, sometimes, something indescribable: the muscles relax, the mind wakes up and then riassopirsi moment by moment. My hair falls on the shoulders with curls almost unnatural.
I let myself go heavy on the couch, barely audible volume to start the Doors and the lights from the dark tones of the multicolored crib set yet nell'inutile fireplace adorns the living room, alternately light up almost to the rhythm of music. The darkness is total, only those lights that turn on and off lazily creating the water drops still resting on the cornea hallucinatory rainbow effect.
Relaxation is total, if it were not for the hallucinations I would say they have found something that would replace an acid. Want to study: nothing.
Now you're almost certain that the day is lost, but still trust in your sense of duty.
passed this way a few hours (or at least that's what I believe) as long as the survival instinct takes over, convincing myself that my for survival would be better to get up there and opt for more productive pursuits.
18:30.
now I can claim to be awake, because if not I should start to worry.
After I slipped a suit, cross my eyes in a mirror, is determined. Now he is studying. The book opens, and there it is: love formulas, sums, derivatives, integrals, and so on and so forth.
The thing is progressing smoothly for about half a page, then a light: Chagall.
Heck, Chagall I've never understood, or rather, to bold colors we get everyone, but those images? Yet I do not think a man so deluded. No, no, we must come head.
You know the "The Saint cabbie? Practically drew a slide and placed us on a head.
Why?
Rummaging among the thousands of papers around me, there emerges a big book on Chagall, buried there from time immemorial with foreign unopened packs of cigarettes, cheap memories of distant lands.
begin to read, and here the drama is always so when you should do something but you want to do anything else does not combine in both directions. What
depression. What is the point of uselessness.
While flows, at least with their eyes, the lines of the mentioned volume, a slight buzz distracts me attention.
initially paid little attention to what, until at least, not the buzz turns into screaming, yelling.
It 's the old fool.
Yes, in the magnificent interior of my beautiful condo overlooks the home of this wonderful lady. This
old, whose name is unknown, is presented as a kind of witch, yeah, just you, you wrap a sort of black cape, probably pretty dirty, if you count the fact that it was not ever wear something on the other, her hair, a pale gray, curling on shoulders as if it enjoyed a life of its own, giving the impression of having a consistency similar to that of hay. The haunted eyes of which he can define the color (because of the distance from which the subject uses to show) are framed by a huge pair of glasses blacks square celluloid, not least his face is completely covered with wrinkles and Whether scary.
Cyrano strange voices in the apartment buildings on the history of this strange character, the most popular version, and that many attest to how true it is, in my opinion the most unlikely, though, we all know that reality, not infrequently, use woven fabrics that are beyond the wildest imagination.
is said, as in most traditional fairy tales, that this young lady was handsome, and even that enjoyed an enviable mental health, of good and rich family attended the best schools in the city. In short, his troubles began when he married a young man, initially, he seemed to pay special attention and was really in love, if not as soon as we realized that his only goal was the wealth of the girl.
After spending every penny in all women, and entertainment of all kinds, the boy disappeared without a trace, leaving the poor girl (named and in fact) only to live in hardship in the apartment.
All this not a little disturbed the mind of the woman, giving birth to the now famous "old fool of Interior."
So now you get used to the usual nonsense of the old at any time of day and night about snakes that climb up your pants, people who devours his own children and Negroes should break a moment in our homes and kill us all, but this time it seems more restless than usual.
They arrive in the meantime 20:30, the old yells back more than half an hour and the inhabitants of condominium exhausted from their work days are about to enjoy a well earned rest in the company of the usual film in prime time and the usual inevitable Peroni family.
For me, this damn rest I do not deserve, what have I done to deserve it?
Nothing.
think that I do not smoke either. But who does not smoke nowadays? That beard eh?
to think of it is a bit 'not anything done, but not limited to the university, but in life, hell, high grades, sometimes sporting success, someone, but for the rest?
Nothing.
You know I do now? I put in writing what has become of my day and my life, so it will be proof that I've done absolutely nothing.
Meanwhile, some ladies were worried about facing the insistent cries of his grandmother.
ear I come to talk about a persistent smell of gas spread throughout the building, perhaps a loss.
The anxiety is just beginning to spread: who calls the gas company, who called firefighters, who broke out with apocalyptic phrases like "all die", "all jumped in the air" or something.
Actually now that I do if there is a nauseating smell of gas throughout the house ... and is getting worse.
23:30.
I jotted down these lines and I think they are a big crap on the other hand I thought it was the only thing I could do since I do not deserve the movie in prime time, and not even all that that goes around.
do not deserve anything.
Gas is everywhere, and the air is almost unbearable. What
depression. A package
di sigarette con scritte russe emerge tra le scartoffie.
Me ne accendo una.
The holidays are over. Always end.
On the other hand could not be otherwise, in this case there was talk of vacation, is defined in other ways: unemployment, a period of reflection, sabbatical, and so on. I would not call myself a worker, but not a single unemployed person, I would say a maintained, that is what I do, or rather, I should do, is to study which I can also pretty good when you put me there.
Now, the question is that in this last period I'm putting us all, no problem, you say, well sure, no problem as long as there are holidays that you parry your ass, but the holidays are now finite. What do we do?
Well, this is not a problem, you say, the desire comes and goes. Of course it is so with everything: the whiskey, drugs, women and other things that make sense at the time not come to mind.
But you know what?
Well, nothing. You're exactly right, I tell you this, but let me pull up the heavy tent and put on stage the evolution of the nice evening.
Model: just me.
Hours 16.
Our hero is pulled over by a cheerful chirping coming from inside the building.
I think it is the only condo buildings in this soup,, smog, fish and mobsters who can boast of possessing such a soundtrack to accompany the spring. This is not exactly the spring, but this time without a name (I think) in which spring evolves into summer. In terms of smells, we're talking about a funny smell of sewer that is hard to establish itself among the city's streets, the mission will be successfully completed during the summer.
So I pull up in trouble: his eyes at half mast, they also there to witness the great desire to do.
Several minutes passed, until, dragging me, I reach the kitchen ancora più stonato di prima. Ovviamente solo un quarto del caffè ,direi, spalato, raggiunge l’ambita destinazione,mentre i restanti tre quarti si spargono irrimediabilmente un po’ dappertutto.
La soluzione caffè è abbandonata,o meglio, messa da parte, e si opta per un po’ di acqua sulla faccia; di quella fredda ovviamente.
Ok, siamo a cavallo, si stanno aprendo.Un occhiatina allo specchio… aaaarrgghhh , mostruoso.
Intanto le rotelline iniziano a girare “allora, che giorno è? Vediamo: baldoria, vino zampina, tante donne, ehm... no no le donne erano nel sogno. Ok, ieri era pasquetta so today ... I have no idea. Well, I'll be the day after Easter Monday. "
.
Here. Now begins the depression is the end, we must study: two, three, four, five exams ... hell, is not taken into account more. What a bore.
You know the paranoia? Do not get your breaking, at least when your break six slightly spurred to do something, but if there are not any other, like cabbage ... zero.
you talk about having fun out of the office: it goes out every night, you do what you think ... talk. Wash your clothes, ironed, and then tell me.
You know what I think is the worst thing of being out of office?
Collision to study because you have nothing better to do.
But that sadness, though, think about it, to me is a bit 'that does not happen.
The key is to think of something funny, but at the same time give you energy, charge, and the correct injection secchionaggine you need.
think., Think, think:
"Let's see: you do not see your weeks, you do not know if your brother is still alive ... and you left with your girlfriend. Porc ... But it's the end. "
Here is the last thought that would take that sort of ring road that you have placed in the brain.
Rest assured that now not studied anything. You have won a single ticket for the grounds of depression.
17:30.
So in the end have triumphed over your coffee and you've found a way to spend an hour and a half in a totally useless.
What do we do?
only look at the book in the other room you are up for spontaneous vomiting.
a shower. This could be the solution.
The feeling of relaxation that can give a shower is, sometimes, something indescribable: the muscles relax, the mind wakes up and then riassopirsi moment by moment. My hair falls on the shoulders with curls almost unnatural.
I let myself go heavy on the couch, barely audible volume to start the Doors and the lights from the dark tones of the multicolored crib set yet nell'inutile fireplace adorns the living room, alternately light up almost to the rhythm of music. The darkness is total, only those lights that turn on and off lazily creating the water drops still resting on the cornea hallucinatory rainbow effect.
Relaxation is total, if it were not for the hallucinations I would say they have found something that would replace an acid. Want to study: nothing.
Now you're almost certain that the day is lost, but still trust in your sense of duty.
passed this way a few hours (or at least that's what I believe) as long as the survival instinct takes over, convincing myself that my for survival would be better to get up there and opt for more productive pursuits.
18:30.
now I can claim to be awake, because if not I should start to worry.
After I slipped a suit, cross my eyes in a mirror, is determined. Now he is studying. The book opens, and there it is: love formulas, sums, derivatives, integrals, and so on and so forth.
The thing is progressing smoothly for about half a page, then a light: Chagall.
Heck, Chagall I've never understood, or rather, to bold colors we get everyone, but those images? Yet I do not think a man so deluded. No, no, we must come head.
You know the "The Saint cabbie? Practically drew a slide and placed us on a head.
Why?
Rummaging among the thousands of papers around me, there emerges a big book on Chagall, buried there from time immemorial with foreign unopened packs of cigarettes, cheap memories of distant lands.
begin to read, and here the drama is always so when you should do something but you want to do anything else does not combine in both directions. What
depression. What is the point of uselessness.
While flows, at least with their eyes, the lines of the mentioned volume, a slight buzz distracts me attention.
initially paid little attention to what, until at least, not the buzz turns into screaming, yelling.
It 's the old fool.
Yes, in the magnificent interior of my beautiful condo overlooks the home of this wonderful lady. This
old, whose name is unknown, is presented as a kind of witch, yeah, just you, you wrap a sort of black cape, probably pretty dirty, if you count the fact that it was not ever wear something on the other, her hair, a pale gray, curling on shoulders as if it enjoyed a life of its own, giving the impression of having a consistency similar to that of hay. The haunted eyes of which he can define the color (because of the distance from which the subject uses to show) are framed by a huge pair of glasses blacks square celluloid, not least his face is completely covered with wrinkles and Whether scary.
Cyrano strange voices in the apartment buildings on the history of this strange character, the most popular version, and that many attest to how true it is, in my opinion the most unlikely, though, we all know that reality, not infrequently, use woven fabrics that are beyond the wildest imagination.
is said, as in most traditional fairy tales, that this young lady was handsome, and even that enjoyed an enviable mental health, of good and rich family attended the best schools in the city. In short, his troubles began when he married a young man, initially, he seemed to pay special attention and was really in love, if not as soon as we realized that his only goal was the wealth of the girl.
After spending every penny in all women, and entertainment of all kinds, the boy disappeared without a trace, leaving the poor girl (named and in fact) only to live in hardship in the apartment.
All this not a little disturbed the mind of the woman, giving birth to the now famous "old fool of Interior."
So now you get used to the usual nonsense of the old at any time of day and night about snakes that climb up your pants, people who devours his own children and Negroes should break a moment in our homes and kill us all, but this time it seems more restless than usual.
They arrive in the meantime 20:30, the old yells back more than half an hour and the inhabitants of condominium exhausted from their work days are about to enjoy a well earned rest in the company of the usual film in prime time and the usual inevitable Peroni family.
For me, this damn rest I do not deserve, what have I done to deserve it?
Nothing.
think that I do not smoke either. But who does not smoke nowadays? That beard eh?
to think of it is a bit 'not anything done, but not limited to the university, but in life, hell, high grades, sometimes sporting success, someone, but for the rest?
Nothing.
You know I do now? I put in writing what has become of my day and my life, so it will be proof that I've done absolutely nothing.
Meanwhile, some ladies were worried about facing the insistent cries of his grandmother.
ear I come to talk about a persistent smell of gas spread throughout the building, perhaps a loss.
The anxiety is just beginning to spread: who calls the gas company, who called firefighters, who broke out with apocalyptic phrases like "all die", "all jumped in the air" or something.
Actually now that I do if there is a nauseating smell of gas throughout the house ... and is getting worse.
23:30.
I jotted down these lines and I think they are a big crap on the other hand I thought it was the only thing I could do since I do not deserve the movie in prime time, and not even all that that goes around.
do not deserve anything.
Gas is everywhere, and the air is almost unbearable. What
depression. A package
di sigarette con scritte russe emerge tra le scartoffie.
Me ne accendo una.
The holidays are over. Always end.
On the other hand could not be otherwise, in this case there was talk of vacation, is defined in other ways: unemployment, a period of reflection, sabbatical, and so on. I would not call myself a worker, but not a single unemployed person, I would say a maintained, that is what I do, or rather, I should do, is to study which I can also pretty good when you put me there.
Now, the question is that in this last period I'm putting us all, no problem, you say, well sure, no problem as long as there are holidays that you parry your ass, but the holidays are now finite. What do we do?
Well, this is not a problem, you say, the desire comes and goes. Of course it is so with everything: the whiskey, drugs, women and other things that make sense at the time not come to mind.
But you know what?
Well, nothing. You're exactly right, I tell you this, but let me pull up the heavy tent and put on stage the evolution of the nice evening.
Model: just me.
Hours 16.
Our hero is pulled over by a cheerful chirping coming from inside the building.
I think it is the only condo buildings in this soup,, smog, fish and mobsters who can boast of possessing such a soundtrack to accompany the spring. This is not exactly the spring, but this time without a name (I think) in which spring evolves into summer. In terms of smells, we're talking about a funny smell of sewer that is hard to establish itself among the city's streets, the mission will be successfully completed during the summer.
So I pull up in trouble: his eyes at half mast, they also there to witness the great desire to do.
Several minutes passed, until, dragging me, I reach the kitchen ancora più stonato di prima. Ovviamente solo un quarto del caffè ,direi, spalato, raggiunge l’ambita destinazione,mentre i restanti tre quarti si spargono irrimediabilmente un po’ dappertutto.
La soluzione caffè è abbandonata,o meglio, messa da parte, e si opta per un po’ di acqua sulla faccia; di quella fredda ovviamente.
Ok, siamo a cavallo, si stanno aprendo.Un occhiatina allo specchio… aaaarrgghhh , mostruoso.
Intanto le rotelline iniziano a girare “allora, che giorno è? Vediamo: baldoria, vino zampina, tante donne, ehm... no no le donne erano nel sogno. Ok, ieri era pasquetta so today ... I have no idea. Well, I'll be the day after Easter Monday. "
.
Here. Now begins the depression is the end, we must study: two, three, four, five exams ... hell, is not taken into account more. What a bore.
You know the paranoia? Do not get your breaking, at least when your break six slightly spurred to do something, but if there are not any other, like cabbage ... zero.
you talk about having fun out of the office: it goes out every night, you do what you think ... talk. Wash your clothes, ironed, and then tell me.
You know what I think is the worst thing of being out of office?
Collision to study because you have nothing better to do.
But that sadness, though, think about it, to me is a bit 'that does not happen.
The key is to think of something funny, but at the same time give you energy, charge, and the correct injection secchionaggine you need.
think., Think, think:
"Let's see: you do not see your weeks, you do not know if your brother is still alive ... and you left with your girlfriend. Porc ... But it's the end. "
Here is the last thought that would take that sort of ring road that you have placed in the brain.
Rest assured that now not studied anything. You have won a single ticket for the grounds of depression.
17:30.
So in the end have triumphed over your coffee and you've found a way to spend an hour and a half in a totally useless.
What do we do?
only look at the book in the other room you are up for spontaneous vomiting.
a shower. This could be the solution.
The feeling of relaxation that can give a shower is, sometimes, something indescribable: the muscles relax, the mind wakes up and then riassopirsi moment by moment. My hair falls on the shoulders with curls almost unnatural.
I let myself go heavy on the couch, barely audible volume to start the Doors and the lights from the dark tones of the multicolored crib set yet nell'inutile fireplace adorns the living room, alternately light up almost to the rhythm of music. The darkness is total, only those lights that turn on and off lazily creating the water drops still resting on the cornea hallucinatory rainbow effect.
Relaxation is total, if it were not for the hallucinations I would say they have found something that would replace an acid. Want to study: nothing.
Now you're almost certain that the day is lost, but still trust in your sense of duty.
passed this way a few hours (or at least that's what I believe) as long as the survival instinct takes over, convincing myself that my for survival would be better to get up there and opt for more productive pursuits.
18:30.
now I can claim to be awake, because if not I should start to worry.
After I slipped a suit, cross my eyes in a mirror, is determined. Now he is studying. The book opens, and there it is: love formulas, sums, derivatives, integrals, and so on and so forth.
The thing is progressing smoothly for about half a page, then a light: Chagall.
Heck, Chagall I've never understood, or rather, to bold colors we get everyone, but those images? Yet I do not think a man so deluded. No, no, we must come head.
You know the "The Saint cabbie? Practically drew a slide and placed us on a head.
Why?
Rummaging among the thousands of papers around me, there emerges a big book on Chagall, buried there from time immemorial with foreign unopened packs of cigarettes, cheap memories of distant lands.
begin to read, and here the drama is always so when you should do something but you want to do anything else does not combine in both directions. What
depression. What is the point of uselessness.
While flows, at least with their eyes, the lines of the mentioned volume, a slight buzz distracts me attention.
initially paid little attention to what, until at least, not the buzz turns into screaming, yelling.
It 's the old fool.
Yes, in the magnificent interior of my beautiful condo overlooks the home of this wonderful lady. This
old, whose name is unknown, is presented as a kind of witch, yeah, just you, you wrap a sort of black cape, probably pretty dirty, if you count the fact that it was not ever wear something on the other, her hair, a pale gray, curling on shoulders as if it enjoyed a life of its own, giving the impression of having a consistency similar to that of hay. The haunted eyes of which he can define the color (because of the distance from which the subject uses to show) are framed by a huge pair of glasses blacks square celluloid, not least his face is completely covered with wrinkles and Whether scary.
Cyrano strange voices in the apartment buildings on the history of this strange character, the most popular version, and that many attest to how true it is, in my opinion the most unlikely, though, we all know that reality, not infrequently, use woven fabrics that are beyond the wildest imagination.
is said, as in most traditional fairy tales, that this young lady was handsome, and even that enjoyed an enviable mental health, of good and rich family attended the best schools in the city. In short, his troubles began when he married a young man, initially, he seemed to pay special attention and was really in love, if not as soon as we realized that his only goal was the wealth of the girl.
After spending every penny in all women, and entertainment of all kinds, the boy disappeared without a trace, leaving the poor girl (named and in fact) only to live in hardship in the apartment.
All this not a little disturbed the mind of the woman, giving birth to the now famous "old fool of Interior."
So now you get used to the usual nonsense of the old at any time of day and night about snakes that climb up your pants, people who devours his own children and Negroes should break a moment in our homes and kill us all, but this time it seems more restless than usual.
They arrive in the meantime 20:30, the old yells back more than half an hour and the inhabitants of condominium exhausted from their work days are about to enjoy a well earned rest in the company of the usual film in prime time and the usual inevitable Peroni family.
For me, this damn rest I do not deserve, what have I done to deserve it?
Nothing.
think that I do not smoke either. But who does not smoke nowadays? That beard eh?
to think of it is a bit 'not anything done, but not limited to the university, but in life, hell, high grades, sometimes sporting success, someone, but for the rest?
Nothing.
You know I do now? I put in writing what has become of my day and my life, so it will be proof that I've done absolutely nothing.
Meanwhile, some ladies were worried about facing the insistent cries of his grandmother.
ear I come to talk about a persistent smell of gas spread throughout the building, perhaps a loss.
The anxiety is just beginning to spread: who calls the gas company, who called firefighters, who broke out with apocalyptic phrases like "all die", "all jumped in the air" or something.
Actually now that I do if there is a nauseating smell of gas throughout the house ... and is getting worse.
23:30.
I jotted down these lines and I think they are a big crap on the other hand I thought it was the only thing I could do since I do not deserve the movie in prime time, and not even all that that goes around.
do not deserve anything.
Gas is everywhere, and the air is almost unbearable. What
depression. A package
di sigarette con scritte russe emerge tra le scartoffie.
Me ne accendo una.
Il monastero di Lantay
- Correre, correre non c’e altro da fare.
questo pensava mentre correva, inciampava, si rialzava, rivoli di sangue lungo le gambe, lividi; non importava.
- Se voglio vivere devo correre, non v’è altro da fare. Sento i loro aliti sul mio collo, mi sono vicini. Correte gambe, muovetevi!
La luna era già alta sulla foresta, il silenzio degli animali intorno a lui, totale; gli unici rumori erano fruscii, passi, le grida, o meglio i grugniti degli orchi.
- Trovatelo, dannazione! Restate vicini, solo dio sa cosa potrebbe fare se ci cogliesse impreparati.
Le ore passavano ma lui non accusava la stanchezza della corsa, il sole si alzava lentamente con i suoi raggi pungenti agli occhi abituati oramai all’oscurità. La temperatura si alzava e una densa foschia avviluppava gli ultimi metri della foresta, oscurando i particolari della vallata ormai vicina.
Dopo alcuni minuti una costruzione favolosa dai changing colors that stretched up to the top of its high pointed towers began to peep into the distance, winning in quell'ormai monotonous scenery. Contemplated it for a few seconds shielding his eyes from the sun with his calloused hands, then began to run.
- will be a monastery or something like that - he thought as he wiped his forehead beaded with sweat and dirty with the sleeve of his shirt worn by now.
At the door he was greeted by a man with a shaved head with a long white beard which descended a long gray tunic adorned with a single transverse band of the color of the earth, some lines were carved on her face and arms venous old and gave the impression of being very strong, at one time. His face was crossed by a broad smile to the man who was approaching with slow pace and quiet now.
- Welcome to the Monastery of Lantay young foreigner, I am Amrax - said monaco peering.
- I need help, I'm exhausted, it's all night I fly non-stop ...
- Do not add more - said the old man interrupting him - your gear must have been long and tiring views the conditions where you are, but do not worry, you can receive here care, a bowl of soup and a place to sleep. Then we'll talk.
The young man looked at him with deep breathing.
- I gladly accept.
The Monaco led the young man along a room the size impressive, probably used to the prayers. It consisted of three aisles, the two walked along the middle, which is separated from the side with two long and thick columns, the tall marble columns were decorated with frescoes depicting battles fought by all kinds of strange men who remembered the incredibly young his new "friend." On the walls room, huge mosaics depicting dragons, dark blacks as the night, shadows from incommensurable dimensions that gave the impression of being nourished by the light that penetrated huge windows on the upper part of walls.
-three of the dragon - said the Monaco - settled in this valley 200 years ago, a shipment of noble warriors was sent to face them before they had the chance to reproduce, there was a legendary battle, many died enterprise, but also one of the dragons, lost his life, the other two fled over the mountains.
The young man nodded. Changed after he was led into the dining room, the old man handed him a hot soup.
- Now Tell me of your trip, what brought you here?
- I am a farmer, I come from a village in the mountains that flank this valley - while the young man replied absently ate his meal in - and I'm awfully tired old man. Show me a place to sleep.
The Monaco was perplexed by the responses of the young.
- But yeah, right now ... I'll take you to your room.
Nella sua camera, il contadino si lanciò sul letto e iniziò a pensare al da farsi, quando dei rumori attirarono la sua attenzione; la curiosità vinse la stanchezza così, il nostro, si affacciò alla sua camera e accertatosi che la via fosse libera, iniziò a percorrere il lunghi corridoi del monastero seguendo i rumori che si facevano via via sempre più intensi. Continuò a salire e scendere rampe di scale, finchè :
- Ecco, di qualsiasi cosa si tratti, proviene da dietro questa porta.
Aprì la porticina in legno di quanto bastava per poterci infilare la testa e rimase abbagliato dallo spettacolo: si trattava di un’ampia sala piena di attrezzature mai viste. Dei monaci, vestiti con abiti simili a quelli di Amrax, compivano evoluzioni di ogni genere e combattevano tra loro utilizzando dei bastoni con un’abilità impressionante. Il parquet che ricopriva il pavimento era oramai danneggiato ed eroso, forse dai continui movimenti che eseguivano i monaci evidentemente per diverse ore al giorno.
- Ora so cosa fare – pensò ritornando sui suoi passi soddisfatto per la scoperta.
La notte passo in fretta e al mattino il giovane corse da Amrax e si scusò per il suo comportamento del giorno prima giustificandolo con l’enorme fatigue that had accumulated during the day. The Monaco urged him to let go as he had fully understood his state of mind, rather than asked him if he was willing to accompany him to the garden of the monastery to seize of herbs that would have been useful for the preparation of the meal.
- With all my heart - said the farmer.
The garden was huge, like everything in that place. In the middle there was a fountain five meters high or more by the gold trim is dominated by a dragon's head from which flowed with clear water. Its circumference was merged with the surrounding vegetation make it almost part it. Strange plants climbed all over with flowers and sparkling colors are always different.
Here and there along the paths that the two traveled there were small columns in the Roman style with lots of capital, about five feet high, on which were arranged unusual plants, from a variety of magical and healing properties.
-Amrax - began the young - yesterday you asked to know my story but my mind was too urbato and my body tried to talk about it too. Months ago a group of evil wizards got together without our knowledge on the outskirts of our village. With their magical powers have erected a huge dome that has gradually led to the destruction of our crops and before we could escape its circumference was formerly headed by a horde of orcs at the 400 service from the same wizards. For several days we have locked in our homes and we are killing one after another without mercy for women or children. I am only able to escape and are hoping for help.
- And what would be the reason that would justify such infamy? - Said Amrax breaking the fast movement of his sickle with which to get the herbs he needed.
- I can not imagine what could be the reason for such an act.
- We will help - Amrax ruled.
- What you could do monks against the bloodthirsty orcs? - Replied the young man uncertain.
- Beware of appearances boy. It is true, we are monks, but life is difficult in these lands and should be ready for any eventuality, even to fight, if necessary.
- You mean you would be able to leave my teammates? Of them escape?
- Should I see my brothers, but I think it will be happy to help. What are the chances to enter the village? And how many people would be rescued?
- By now the survivors should not be more than forty, meeting in a huge hangar. At night, the guard is entrusted to a dozen orcs, not to mention that most of the horde is scattered through the forest surrounding my search. If your brothers are good as you say and we move quickly and quietly, there are good chances for success.
That day was of great happiness, he felt that he would re-embraced his companions knew that the monks there would made, had seen their abilities, even in ten could be better in twenty orcs and cursed the weakness of his and his companions.
Monks do not think twice, it was an honor to put their skills to service a group of poor peasants, so the next day, he called a plan to quietly break into the field, leave all and escape quickly. It was decided that twenty monks would visit the village and the other good fighters, as well as the elderly, would remain at the monastery.
The journey took three days' journey after which the squad armed with sticks bows and knives camped in the bush waiting for the night. Darkness fell they started, the only steps to reverberate in the forest were those of the peasant, as the monks were moving with a lightness to the outside of the municipality.
After several hours they came near the village, a huge dome glints in the dark emerald emerged: it was an impressive performance that left all the monks with his mouth open.
-Do not worry - said the young - it can go through without any problems simply camminateci against without fear - then added, pointing to one direction between the branches - there is what is shed. The orcs are exactly twenty as I remembered.
In a moment ten monks led crawling behind ten orcs, the other ten nock the arrow, a sign, a groan in unison from obscurity by the ten arrows. A moment after ten orcs lying there lifeless, while daggers slipped out of ten legs, ten splashes of blood, ten carotid torn. The way was clear. The young farmer ran to the shed, opened the door, and his companions in a silent procession began to pass the magical barrier. But a cry broke the silence.
Gart, a young monaco, had failed, l’orco colpito dal suo pugnale era ancora vivo e gridava, lamentandosi e contorcendosi nel fango, una freccia fulminea pose fine alle sue sofferenze ma oramai era troppo tardi.
Gli orchi si erano destati e ora correvano verso di loro ringhiando e sventolando le loro pesantissime asce nell’aria. Mancavano una decina di uomini e poi tutti sarebbero stati fuori dalla barriera. Cinque monaci si frapposero tempestivamente tra i fuggiaschi e gli orchi che sbraitavano con le loro voci rauche.
- Cosa fate! Maledetti! Morirete tutti per questo, morirete tutti!
Il primo orco si lanciò sul monaco, la sua ascia si abbattè but Monaco promptly parried with his stick and with a deft movement projected it with extraordinary violence in the bare-headed ogre that was torn in two, a second Monaco took out one eye and an ogre with an arrow piercing it, but another a blow soon came from who knows where he opened his stomach spilling its guts on 'wet grass.
Soon the five were overwhelmed, their comrades mourned their loss but continued to run towards the monastery, followed by the peasants freed. Gart during the race turned back to assess how far they had managed to put together and the enemy, but he realized with amazement that the orcs were following them, but were still and struggling tearing strips of flesh to bite, and waving their arms in the air, staying on the edge of the barrier, not daring to cross it.
One morning three days later, exhausted monks and peasants came in sight of the monastery, where the party was started for a while 'since their arrival had been announced by the lookouts placed on the towers.
After 'hours of prayer for the dead, was given a great banquet outside the monastery, and Amrax, her cheeks red from the wine visibly embraced the peasant invited him to make a speech, and his proposal was accepted all with a roar of laughter and applause.
Il giovane si alzò in piedi e iniziò.
- Vi ringrazio, per i servigi che avete resi a me e alla mia gente, senza di voi, non avremmo mai potuto riconquistare la libertà e riabbracciarci nella sicurezza di non dover temere più alcun male. Già… la libertà. Prezioso bene che ci era stato tolto da quei maledetti orchi che hanno sterminato e schiavizzato i miei compagni e da quella maledetta cupola che mi ha confinato per tutto questo tempo in umili, deboli spoglie mortali, impedendo a me, A ME, Lortod signore dei draghi oscuri di assumere le mie reali fattezze.
Il silenzio più ever took possession of the room. The faces of the peasants began to change shape, deform up to tear apart by their whole body. Dark beings growing inside their womb and developed, until the present is not faced forty dragons, by the sheer scale, including Lortod stood, huge and covered by its scales as black as night, and golden hues .
All the monks found themselves gripped in a vise of terror beyond description: they tried to escape, screaming, but there was nothing to do, soon their bodies were torn apart and devoured.
Shortly after the monastery there were only a heap of rubble. Centuries of life of the monastery were Lantay been swept away in a few minutes from the fury of dragons.
-Apparently it was you have to beware of appearances, old man - thought the lord of the dragons.
After they had feasted their way to a dragon approached Lartod.
-And now my lord?
-And now it's up to those bloody wizards, no one will have something more daring. Take back our mountains!
The wings of the forty dragons unfolds, the forty fairs are projected into the sky darkened for a moment with their shadows across the valley.
Il monastero di Lantay
- Correre, correre non c’e altro da fare.
questo pensava mentre correva, inciampava, si rialzava, rivoli di sangue lungo le gambe, lividi; non importava.
- Se voglio vivere devo correre, non v’è altro da fare. Sento i loro aliti sul mio collo, mi sono vicini. Correte gambe, muovetevi!
La luna era già alta sulla foresta, il silenzio degli animali intorno a lui, totale; gli unici rumori erano fruscii, passi, le grida, o meglio i grugniti degli orchi.
- Trovatelo, dannazione! Restate vicini, solo dio sa cosa potrebbe fare se ci cogliesse impreparati.
Le ore passavano ma lui non accusava la stanchezza della corsa, il sole si alzava lentamente con i suoi raggi pungenti agli occhi abituati oramai all’oscurità. La temperatura si alzava e una densa foschia avviluppava gli ultimi metri della foresta, oscurando i particolari della vallata ormai vicina.
Dopo alcuni minuti una costruzione favolosa dai changing colors that stretched up to the top of its high pointed towers began to peep into the distance, winning in quell'ormai monotonous scenery. Contemplated it for a few seconds shielding his eyes from the sun with his calloused hands, then began to run.
- will be a monastery or something like that - he thought as he wiped his forehead beaded with sweat and dirty with the sleeve of his shirt worn by now.
At the door he was greeted by a man with a shaved head with a long white beard which descended a long gray tunic adorned with a single transverse band of the color of the earth, some lines were carved on her face and arms venous old and gave the impression of being very strong, at one time. His face was crossed by a broad smile to the man who was approaching with slow pace and quiet now.
- Welcome to the Monastery of Lantay young foreigner, I am Amrax - said monaco peering.
- I need help, I'm exhausted, it's all night I fly non-stop ...
- Do not add more - said the old man interrupting him - your gear must have been long and tiring views the conditions where you are, but do not worry, you can receive here care, a bowl of soup and a place to sleep. Then we'll talk.
The young man looked at him with deep breathing.
- I gladly accept.
The Monaco led the young man along a room the size impressive, probably used to the prayers. It consisted of three aisles, the two walked along the middle, which is separated from the side with two long and thick columns, the tall marble columns were decorated with frescoes depicting battles fought by all kinds of strange men who remembered the incredibly young his new "friend." On the walls room, huge mosaics depicting dragons, dark blacks as the night, shadows from incommensurable dimensions that gave the impression of being nourished by the light that penetrated huge windows on the upper part of walls.
-three of the dragon - said the Monaco - settled in this valley 200 years ago, a shipment of noble warriors was sent to face them before they had the chance to reproduce, there was a legendary battle, many died enterprise, but also one of the dragons, lost his life, the other two fled over the mountains.
The young man nodded. Changed after he was led into the dining room, the old man handed him a hot soup.
- Now Tell me of your trip, what brought you here?
- I am a farmer, I come from a village in the mountains that flank this valley - while the young man replied absently ate his meal in - and I'm awfully tired old man. Show me a place to sleep.
The Monaco was perplexed by the responses of the young.
- But yeah, right now ... I'll take you to your room.
Nella sua camera, il contadino si lanciò sul letto e iniziò a pensare al da farsi, quando dei rumori attirarono la sua attenzione; la curiosità vinse la stanchezza così, il nostro, si affacciò alla sua camera e accertatosi che la via fosse libera, iniziò a percorrere il lunghi corridoi del monastero seguendo i rumori che si facevano via via sempre più intensi. Continuò a salire e scendere rampe di scale, finchè :
- Ecco, di qualsiasi cosa si tratti, proviene da dietro questa porta.
Aprì la porticina in legno di quanto bastava per poterci infilare la testa e rimase abbagliato dallo spettacolo: si trattava di un’ampia sala piena di attrezzature mai viste. Dei monaci, vestiti con abiti simili a quelli di Amrax, compivano evoluzioni di ogni genere e combattevano tra loro utilizzando dei bastoni con un’abilità impressionante. Il parquet che ricopriva il pavimento era oramai danneggiato ed eroso, forse dai continui movimenti che eseguivano i monaci evidentemente per diverse ore al giorno.
- Ora so cosa fare – pensò ritornando sui suoi passi soddisfatto per la scoperta.
La notte passo in fretta e al mattino il giovane corse da Amrax e si scusò per il suo comportamento del giorno prima giustificandolo con l’enorme fatigue that had accumulated during the day. The Monaco urged him to let go as he had fully understood his state of mind, rather than asked him if he was willing to accompany him to the garden of the monastery to seize of herbs that would have been useful for the preparation of the meal.
- With all my heart - said the farmer.
The garden was huge, like everything in that place. In the middle there was a fountain five meters high or more by the gold trim is dominated by a dragon's head from which flowed with clear water. Its circumference was merged with the surrounding vegetation make it almost part it. Strange plants climbed all over with flowers and sparkling colors are always different.
Here and there along the paths that the two traveled there were small columns in the Roman style with lots of capital, about five feet high, on which were arranged unusual plants, from a variety of magical and healing properties.
-Amrax - began the young - yesterday you asked to know my story but my mind was too urbato and my body tried to talk about it too. Months ago a group of evil wizards got together without our knowledge on the outskirts of our village. With their magical powers have erected a huge dome that has gradually led to the destruction of our crops and before we could escape its circumference was formerly headed by a horde of orcs at the 400 service from the same wizards. For several days we have locked in our homes and we are killing one after another without mercy for women or children. I am only able to escape and are hoping for help.
- And what would be the reason that would justify such infamy? - Said Amrax breaking the fast movement of his sickle with which to get the herbs he needed.
- I can not imagine what could be the reason for such an act.
- We will help - Amrax ruled.
- What you could do monks against the bloodthirsty orcs? - Replied the young man uncertain.
- Beware of appearances boy. It is true, we are monks, but life is difficult in these lands and should be ready for any eventuality, even to fight, if necessary.
- You mean you would be able to leave my teammates? Of them escape?
- Should I see my brothers, but I think it will be happy to help. What are the chances to enter the village? And how many people would be rescued?
- By now the survivors should not be more than forty, meeting in a huge hangar. At night, the guard is entrusted to a dozen orcs, not to mention that most of the horde is scattered through the forest surrounding my search. If your brothers are good as you say and we move quickly and quietly, there are good chances for success.
That day was of great happiness, he felt that he would re-embraced his companions knew that the monks there would made, had seen their abilities, even in ten could be better in twenty orcs and cursed the weakness of his and his companions.
Monks do not think twice, it was an honor to put their skills to service a group of poor peasants, so the next day, he called a plan to quietly break into the field, leave all and escape quickly. It was decided that twenty monks would visit the village and the other good fighters, as well as the elderly, would remain at the monastery.
The journey took three days' journey after which the squad armed with sticks bows and knives camped in the bush waiting for the night. Darkness fell they started, the only steps to reverberate in the forest were those of the peasant, as the monks were moving with a lightness to the outside of the municipality.
After several hours they came near the village, a huge dome glints in the dark emerald emerged: it was an impressive performance that left all the monks with his mouth open.
-Do not worry - said the young - it can go through without any problems simply camminateci against without fear - then added, pointing to one direction between the branches - there is what is shed. The orcs are exactly twenty as I remembered.
In a moment ten monks led crawling behind ten orcs, the other ten nock the arrow, a sign, a groan in unison from obscurity by the ten arrows. A moment after ten orcs lying there lifeless, while daggers slipped out of ten legs, ten splashes of blood, ten carotid torn. The way was clear. The young farmer ran to the shed, opened the door, and his companions in a silent procession began to pass the magical barrier. But a cry broke the silence.
Gart, a young monaco, had failed, l’orco colpito dal suo pugnale era ancora vivo e gridava, lamentandosi e contorcendosi nel fango, una freccia fulminea pose fine alle sue sofferenze ma oramai era troppo tardi.
Gli orchi si erano destati e ora correvano verso di loro ringhiando e sventolando le loro pesantissime asce nell’aria. Mancavano una decina di uomini e poi tutti sarebbero stati fuori dalla barriera. Cinque monaci si frapposero tempestivamente tra i fuggiaschi e gli orchi che sbraitavano con le loro voci rauche.
- Cosa fate! Maledetti! Morirete tutti per questo, morirete tutti!
Il primo orco si lanciò sul monaco, la sua ascia si abbattè but Monaco promptly parried with his stick and with a deft movement projected it with extraordinary violence in the bare-headed ogre that was torn in two, a second Monaco took out one eye and an ogre with an arrow piercing it, but another a blow soon came from who knows where he opened his stomach spilling its guts on 'wet grass.
Soon the five were overwhelmed, their comrades mourned their loss but continued to run towards the monastery, followed by the peasants freed. Gart during the race turned back to assess how far they had managed to put together and the enemy, but he realized with amazement that the orcs were following them, but were still and struggling tearing strips of flesh to bite, and waving their arms in the air, staying on the edge of the barrier, not daring to cross it.
One morning three days later, exhausted monks and peasants came in sight of the monastery, where the party was started for a while 'since their arrival had been announced by the lookouts placed on the towers.
After 'hours of prayer for the dead, was given a great banquet outside the monastery, and Amrax, her cheeks red from the wine visibly embraced the peasant invited him to make a speech, and his proposal was accepted all with a roar of laughter and applause.
Il giovane si alzò in piedi e iniziò.
- Vi ringrazio, per i servigi che avete resi a me e alla mia gente, senza di voi, non avremmo mai potuto riconquistare la libertà e riabbracciarci nella sicurezza di non dover temere più alcun male. Già… la libertà. Prezioso bene che ci era stato tolto da quei maledetti orchi che hanno sterminato e schiavizzato i miei compagni e da quella maledetta cupola che mi ha confinato per tutto questo tempo in umili, deboli spoglie mortali, impedendo a me, A ME, Lortod signore dei draghi oscuri di assumere le mie reali fattezze.
Il silenzio più ever took possession of the room. The faces of the peasants began to change shape, deform up to tear apart by their whole body. Dark beings growing inside their womb and developed, until the present is not faced forty dragons, by the sheer scale, including Lortod stood, huge and covered by its scales as black as night, and golden hues .
All the monks found themselves gripped in a vise of terror beyond description: they tried to escape, screaming, but there was nothing to do, soon their bodies were torn apart and devoured.
Shortly after the monastery there were only a heap of rubble. Centuries of life of the monastery were Lantay been swept away in a few minutes from the fury of dragons.
-Apparently it was you have to beware of appearances, old man - thought the lord of the dragons.
After they had feasted their way to a dragon approached Lartod.
-And now my lord?
-And now it's up to those bloody wizards, no one will have something more daring. Take back our mountains!
The wings of the forty dragons unfolds, the forty fairs are projected into the sky darkened for a moment with their shadows across the valley.
Il monastero di Lantay
- Correre, correre non c’e altro da fare.
questo pensava mentre correva, inciampava, si rialzava, rivoli di sangue lungo le gambe, lividi; non importava.
- Se voglio vivere devo correre, non v’è altro da fare. Sento i loro aliti sul mio collo, mi sono vicini. Correte gambe, muovetevi!
La luna era già alta sulla foresta, il silenzio degli animali intorno a lui, totale; gli unici rumori erano fruscii, passi, le grida, o meglio i grugniti degli orchi.
- Trovatelo, dannazione! Restate vicini, solo dio sa cosa potrebbe fare se ci cogliesse impreparati.
Le ore passavano ma lui non accusava la stanchezza della corsa, il sole si alzava lentamente con i suoi raggi pungenti agli occhi abituati oramai all’oscurità. La temperatura si alzava e una densa foschia avviluppava gli ultimi metri della foresta, oscurando i particolari della vallata ormai vicina.
Dopo alcuni minuti una costruzione favolosa dai changing colors that stretched up to the top of its high pointed towers began to peep into the distance, winning in quell'ormai monotonous scenery. Contemplated it for a few seconds shielding his eyes from the sun with his calloused hands, then began to run.
- will be a monastery or something like that - he thought as he wiped his forehead beaded with sweat and dirty with the sleeve of his shirt worn by now.
At the door he was greeted by a man with a shaved head with a long white beard which descended a long gray tunic adorned with a single transverse band of the color of the earth, some lines were carved on her face and arms venous old and gave the impression of being very strong, at one time. His face was crossed by a broad smile to the man who was approaching with slow pace and quiet now.
- Welcome to the Monastery of Lantay young foreigner, I am Amrax - said monaco peering.
- I need help, I'm exhausted, it's all night I fly non-stop ...
- Do not add more - said the old man interrupting him - your gear must have been long and tiring views the conditions where you are, but do not worry, you can receive here care, a bowl of soup and a place to sleep. Then we'll talk.
The young man looked at him with deep breathing.
- I gladly accept.
The Monaco led the young man along a room the size impressive, probably used to the prayers. It consisted of three aisles, the two walked along the middle, which is separated from the side with two long and thick columns, the tall marble columns were decorated with frescoes depicting battles fought by all kinds of strange men who remembered the incredibly young his new "friend." On the walls room, huge mosaics depicting dragons, dark blacks as the night, shadows from incommensurable dimensions that gave the impression of being nourished by the light that penetrated huge windows on the upper part of walls.
-three of the dragon - said the Monaco - settled in this valley 200 years ago, a shipment of noble warriors was sent to face them before they had the chance to reproduce, there was a legendary battle, many died enterprise, but also one of the dragons, lost his life, the other two fled over the mountains.
The young man nodded. Changed after he was led into the dining room, the old man handed him a hot soup.
- Now Tell me of your trip, what brought you here?
- I am a farmer, I come from a village in the mountains that flank this valley - while the young man replied absently ate his meal in - and I'm awfully tired old man. Show me a place to sleep.
The Monaco was perplexed by the responses of the young.
- But yeah, right now ... I'll take you to your room.
Nella sua camera, il contadino si lanciò sul letto e iniziò a pensare al da farsi, quando dei rumori attirarono la sua attenzione; la curiosità vinse la stanchezza così, il nostro, si affacciò alla sua camera e accertatosi che la via fosse libera, iniziò a percorrere il lunghi corridoi del monastero seguendo i rumori che si facevano via via sempre più intensi. Continuò a salire e scendere rampe di scale, finchè :
- Ecco, di qualsiasi cosa si tratti, proviene da dietro questa porta.
Aprì la porticina in legno di quanto bastava per poterci infilare la testa e rimase abbagliato dallo spettacolo: si trattava di un’ampia sala piena di attrezzature mai viste. Dei monaci, vestiti con abiti simili a quelli di Amrax, compivano evoluzioni di ogni genere e combattevano tra loro utilizzando dei bastoni con un’abilità impressionante. Il parquet che ricopriva il pavimento era oramai danneggiato ed eroso, forse dai continui movimenti che eseguivano i monaci evidentemente per diverse ore al giorno.
- Ora so cosa fare – pensò ritornando sui suoi passi soddisfatto per la scoperta.
La notte passo in fretta e al mattino il giovane corse da Amrax e si scusò per il suo comportamento del giorno prima giustificandolo con l’enorme fatigue that had accumulated during the day. The Monaco urged him to let go as he had fully understood his state of mind, rather than asked him if he was willing to accompany him to the garden of the monastery to seize of herbs that would have been useful for the preparation of the meal.
- With all my heart - said the farmer.
The garden was huge, like everything in that place. In the middle there was a fountain five meters high or more by the gold trim is dominated by a dragon's head from which flowed with clear water. Its circumference was merged with the surrounding vegetation make it almost part it. Strange plants climbed all over with flowers and sparkling colors are always different.
Here and there along the paths that the two traveled there were small columns in the Roman style with lots of capital, about five feet high, on which were arranged unusual plants, from a variety of magical and healing properties.
-Amrax - began the young - yesterday you asked to know my story but my mind was too urbato and my body tried to talk about it too. Months ago a group of evil wizards got together without our knowledge on the outskirts of our village. With their magical powers have erected a huge dome that has gradually led to the destruction of our crops and before we could escape its circumference was formerly headed by a horde of orcs at the 400 service from the same wizards. For several days we have locked in our homes and we are killing one after another without mercy for women or children. I am only able to escape and are hoping for help.
- And what would be the reason that would justify such infamy? - Said Amrax breaking the fast movement of his sickle with which to get the herbs he needed.
- I can not imagine what could be the reason for such an act.
- We will help - Amrax ruled.
- What you could do monks against the bloodthirsty orcs? - Replied the young man uncertain.
- Beware of appearances boy. It is true, we are monks, but life is difficult in these lands and should be ready for any eventuality, even to fight, if necessary.
- You mean you would be able to leave my teammates? Of them escape?
- Should I see my brothers, but I think it will be happy to help. What are the chances to enter the village? And how many people would be rescued?
- By now the survivors should not be more than forty, meeting in a huge hangar. At night, the guard is entrusted to a dozen orcs, not to mention that most of the horde is scattered through the forest surrounding my search. If your brothers are good as you say and we move quickly and quietly, there are good chances for success.
That day was of great happiness, he felt that he would re-embraced his companions knew that the monks there would made, had seen their abilities, even in ten could be better in twenty orcs and cursed the weakness of his and his companions.
Monks do not think twice, it was an honor to put their skills to service a group of poor peasants, so the next day, he called a plan to quietly break into the field, leave all and escape quickly. It was decided that twenty monks would visit the village and the other good fighters, as well as the elderly, would remain at the monastery.
The journey took three days' journey after which the squad armed with sticks bows and knives camped in the bush waiting for the night. Darkness fell they started, the only steps to reverberate in the forest were those of the peasant, as the monks were moving with a lightness to the outside of the municipality.
After several hours they came near the village, a huge dome glints in the dark emerald emerged: it was an impressive performance that left all the monks with his mouth open.
-Do not worry - said the young - it can go through without any problems simply camminateci against without fear - then added, pointing to one direction between the branches - there is what is shed. The orcs are exactly twenty as I remembered.
In a moment ten monks led crawling behind ten orcs, the other ten nock the arrow, a sign, a groan in unison from obscurity by the ten arrows. A moment after ten orcs lying there lifeless, while daggers slipped out of ten legs, ten splashes of blood, ten carotid torn. The way was clear. The young farmer ran to the shed, opened the door, and his companions in a silent procession began to pass the magical barrier. But a cry broke the silence.
Gart, a young monaco, had failed, l’orco colpito dal suo pugnale era ancora vivo e gridava, lamentandosi e contorcendosi nel fango, una freccia fulminea pose fine alle sue sofferenze ma oramai era troppo tardi.
Gli orchi si erano destati e ora correvano verso di loro ringhiando e sventolando le loro pesantissime asce nell’aria. Mancavano una decina di uomini e poi tutti sarebbero stati fuori dalla barriera. Cinque monaci si frapposero tempestivamente tra i fuggiaschi e gli orchi che sbraitavano con le loro voci rauche.
- Cosa fate! Maledetti! Morirete tutti per questo, morirete tutti!
Il primo orco si lanciò sul monaco, la sua ascia si abbattè but Monaco promptly parried with his stick and with a deft movement projected it with extraordinary violence in the bare-headed ogre that was torn in two, a second Monaco took out one eye and an ogre with an arrow piercing it, but another a blow soon came from who knows where he opened his stomach spilling its guts on 'wet grass.
Soon the five were overwhelmed, their comrades mourned their loss but continued to run towards the monastery, followed by the peasants freed. Gart during the race turned back to assess how far they had managed to put together and the enemy, but he realized with amazement that the orcs were following them, but were still and struggling tearing strips of flesh to bite, and waving their arms in the air, staying on the edge of the barrier, not daring to cross it.
One morning three days later, exhausted monks and peasants came in sight of the monastery, where the party was started for a while 'since their arrival had been announced by the lookouts placed on the towers.
After 'hours of prayer for the dead, was given a great banquet outside the monastery, and Amrax, her cheeks red from the wine visibly embraced the peasant invited him to make a speech, and his proposal was accepted all with a roar of laughter and applause.
Il giovane si alzò in piedi e iniziò.
- Vi ringrazio, per i servigi che avete resi a me e alla mia gente, senza di voi, non avremmo mai potuto riconquistare la libertà e riabbracciarci nella sicurezza di non dover temere più alcun male. Già… la libertà. Prezioso bene che ci era stato tolto da quei maledetti orchi che hanno sterminato e schiavizzato i miei compagni e da quella maledetta cupola che mi ha confinato per tutto questo tempo in umili, deboli spoglie mortali, impedendo a me, A ME, Lortod signore dei draghi oscuri di assumere le mie reali fattezze.
Il silenzio più ever took possession of the room. The faces of the peasants began to change shape, deform up to tear apart by their whole body. Dark beings growing inside their womb and developed, until the present is not faced forty dragons, by the sheer scale, including Lortod stood, huge and covered by its scales as black as night, and golden hues .
All the monks found themselves gripped in a vise of terror beyond description: they tried to escape, screaming, but there was nothing to do, soon their bodies were torn apart and devoured.
Shortly after the monastery there were only a heap of rubble. Centuries of life of the monastery were Lantay been swept away in a few minutes from the fury of dragons.
-Apparently it was you have to beware of appearances, old man - thought the lord of the dragons.
After they had feasted their way to a dragon approached Lartod.
-And now my lord?
-And now it's up to those bloody wizards, no one will have something more daring. Take back our mountains!
The wings of the forty dragons unfolds, the forty fairs are projected into the sky darkened for a moment with their shadows across the valley.
