Vivat Libertas

At last! I managed to write a new chapter! The next one will probably be up in May though, maybe April...just joking. Hopefully that doesn't turn out true. Apologies if anyone acts OOC - please tell me so I can rewrite it. Also, from here it starts to diverge from the published universe as I embroider the world (which, from the translations so far, isn't very embroidered). Also, NEVER do Les Mis in choir or elsewhere - you will  get addicted. "Lovely Ladies" is haunting me at the moment. “That’s it,” yawned Ceo, his tone silky smooth. “I really can’t go on any more.”  “I can,” sniffed Neo, “and we will go on, because we don’t have a place to sleep.”  “Ceo’s right,” said Teppe. “You’re not the only person in the world, and...er...we’re tired and need to get some shut-eye.”  Angering Neo was both easy to do and not advisable, especially when he was tired and even more short-tempered than usual, and Chasel had to physically restrain him from beating Teppe into a ...

Hallelujah! I finally managed to write a new chapter! Going into serious stuff now, and I might try my hand at black humour soon. Everything said before still applies. (By the way, if Vival isn't as snarky as I've written him, I heartily apologise and will hand the lines to another character.) “ Elves?! ” everyone said, more or less in unison. Sure enough, there were about fifty elves standing in the wreck of the woods, bows raised to kill.  “I think we know who we are,” said the one who had first spoken. Compared to the others, he was small and frail, and almost effeminate with his light brown hair and large eyes. Ceo was even about to practice throwing a flirtatious wink or two, but Teppe restrained him.  “Excuse me,” Elmyr began, “but – well, could you give us directions to Seabloom?” Not for the first time, Neo shot him a death glare.  The elves cast the humans some decidedly snobbish looks. “Well, we don’t have knowledge of a place called Seabloom,” the elf who...

Fuck, running out of buffer. Updates will start being random soon. Everything I've said before still applies. “And yeah, my teacher forgot the date,” said Grisia quietly, perched on a windowsill. Lesus chuckled, the laughter reverberating through the bathroom.  “You’re so mean about him. He can’t be that bad,” Lesus answered.  “Trust me, he is . I swear your teacher must be a saint to put up with him!”  “Eh, not a saint,” Lesus said, stretching out his legs, “just organised. Apparently we’re going on Dies Lunae at about Tierce.”  “So...” said Grisia, counting on his fingers, “that gives me 2 days to sew in a false bottom, add hidden pockets, make up a concentrated body mask mixture with chemicals that are almost certainly lethal if handled wrongly, add a preservative which is even more lethal to stop the mixture from going off and stinking like the pits of Hell, stash my wine and beer under the false bottom, and pack clean clothes. Whew.”  “A bit much, don’...

Everything said about the prologue applies here, too. Enjoy! “So then, if the opponent feints like so , the correct stance to take up is like so ,” explained Neo, darting around the sunny palaestra and artfully avoiding the eleven students. He was pleased that so many of them were turning out to be good swordsmen. Of course, there was always Grisia...not that that could really be helped.  Meanwhile, the students were sweltering in the summer heat, their eyes drawn to the doors and windows. All the same, they followed Neo’s example to the last flick of the wrist, afraid of his temper. Or at least, they tried to follow Neo’s example to the last flick of the wrist.  With an almighty clanging and a stifled yelp, Grisia managed to trip over his own sword, flicking his legs out elegantly and pointing his delicate feet. Golden hair fell around him in a messy cloud as he splayed his hands wide and drew his legs underneath his trunk, looking up at Neo with innocent blue eyes. ...

Eee, I finally got round to posting this! I do not own the characters or setting, as they belong to Yu Wo. Any anachronisms, OOC-ness or just plain bad writing is, of course, entirely my own fault. Twelve men sat in darkness around a table. No-one so much as dared to breathe; the only sound came from the nervous rustling of papers.  “This isn’t good,” someone said. The others could hear the cracks of age and fear in his voice, much as he tried to hide them.  “I think we’ve already established that,” came a deep, ringing bass. “The question is what we should do.”  “Cover it up, of course!” somebody laughed.  “Are you crazy?! Are you insane?” One of the knights stood up quickly, knocking his chair to the ground with sheer force. “We’ll never manage! The truth will get out somehow!”  “I have to agree with Vaign,” a man purred. “There is no roof which does not leak and no floorboard which can’t be pried loose. People will find out about it somehow.”  “Are y...

I write way, way too much. The annoying thing about it is that some of the stuff I write is useful, some isn't, and either way I can't control the process. Anyway, this is more fanfic-y stuff. Skip over this post if you're not into LSK, geekery or fanwank. Being a retard, I forgot to put the names of the teachers up in my last post. (Names of the students are available all over the intarwebbles if you look hard enough, but since I don't speak Chinese or Thai I've had...ahem...problems finding the teachers' names.) Here they are now, to avoid people asking me questions when I put the fic itself up. A word of warning - I have sources for two of the names (Neo and Chasel) - the rest are, to varying degrees, based on whatever I could find and completely made up thereafter. The Names: Neo – Sun Knight Teppe – Storm Knight Tyron – Earth Knight Vaign – Fire/Blaze Knight Nuvol – Cloud Knight Elmyr – Leaf Knight Chasel – Judgement Knight Islé – Ice Knight Her...

Generally being a ditz, I forgot to mention the name of the 'fic I'm writing in my last post. It's called Summer Holiday , and all posts about it will henceforth be tagged with that.

I have been obsessed with a certain series for quite a long time. It's called The Legend of Sun Knight  (or just LSK for short) and can be read  here . It's well worth a look, by the way - basically, it's about the adventures of the thirty-eighth generation Sun Knight, supposedly the most perfect and closest to God...well, supposedly at least. In fact, he's a closet pervert, a drink fiend and very much not  perfect. He also has an unusual propensity for getting himself into troublesome situations...when it's not being funny, it's being interesting, and while it's not great literature, it's certainly worth a look if you like a laugh or if you just like to see fantasy turned upside-down. There's also a manhua scanlated by  Odd Squad Scanlations , which can be read  here . First three chapters are sparkly to the point of ridiculousness, second two are better, but it's recommended that you read the novel otherwise the manhua is a little hard to fol...