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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Nov 21, 2009 17:36:04 GMT -5
nice
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Post by Mizagium on Nov 21, 2009 17:44:45 GMT -5
Here's the rest of what I got.
“…Grandma?” The young woman – Adelle was her name – opened the cottage door cautiously and peered inside. “Grandma Mimir?”
“Yes, Adelle? Who’s that with you?” A frail looking old woman sat bundled in layers beside an iron stove. “Who have you brought to me?”
“He’s from…”
“I am Tyr, one of the Five Jotnar.”
“I can’t say that I’ve ever heard of you, young man.” The old woman looked up from the fire, allowing Tyr to see that her eyes were glazed over, milky white. She was blind. “Ah, yes. I know who you are.”
Tyr stepped closer. “How can you see me?”
“I See you, but I do not see you.” Her eyes shifted to focus on the crackling fire before her. “And I know why you are here. Come. Sit.” She beckoned him forward. Tyr moved slowly, cautiously, and took a seat around the stove. Adelle sat close to her grandmother.
Tyr studied the two women; Adelle seemed to gain back her formally lost courage now that Tyr was in her house, and she in the company of her grandmother. “What’s that on your hand?” She pointed to the jewel on the top of his exposed hand, surrounded by runes.
“Nothing.” He pulled his hand into the folds of his robes. “You said you knew why I was here?”
“Yes,” Mimir said “you are here about the young half-elf I prophesized.” Her non-seeing eyes locked with his, and he got the distinct impression that she could see into his very soul.
“Yes. I need to know where this half-elf is. Tell me where to find him.”
Mimir stared at him for a moment before, “I’m afraid I can’t tell you that.”
Faster than thought, Tyr was on his feet and holding the old prophet by her robes off the floor, with one arm. “Listen you old hag, I don’t have time for your prophecy-riddle-bullshit. Tell me where the kid is, or I’ll burn down the whole damn town, and take everyone with it!” He shook her violently.
“Grandma!” Adelle rushed to her aid, but a swift kick from Tyr sent her back to the floor.
“Leave my granddaughter alone!” the old woman protested.
“If you don’t tell me what I want to know, your granddaughter will be the least of your worries.” On cue, the sound of a magitech cannon shot thundered through the air, followed by the unmistakable sound of wood exploding. Screams rose in the brief silence, some of them dying by the sound of it.
“Very well,” she consented.
“Grandma, no!” Adelle protested weakly. She struggled to her knees, but got no further.
“Let’s go,” Tyr adjusted his grip on Mimir so she was under his arm, and left the house. Adelle tried to follow but was too weak.
A Valkyrie was waiting for Tyr. He thrust the old woman into his arms. “Put her in the carriage, we’re taking her back to Svatalfaheim.”
“Yes, sir!”
Once he was out of sight, Tyr called another lieutenant. “Destroy it all. Burn everything.”
“Yes sir. What about the people?”
“Hmm…take them with us.” The Valkyrie saluted and ran off to order the troops below him. “We are running low on exspheres,” Tyr added with a sneer.
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Post by Mizagium on Nov 21, 2009 17:49:25 GMT -5
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Nov 21, 2009 19:21:54 GMT -5
fuck
well... We might as well go through with it.
Try to read through it and see if there's anything we should avoid doing.
It'll look really bad if we happen to accidentally repeat whatever this guy did.
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Nov 21, 2009 19:23:28 GMT -5
hell, add a disclaimer
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Post by Mizagium on Nov 21, 2009 19:26:18 GMT -5
I skimmed through the first chapter. We can avoid most of that. I'm not bringing Kratos in till Meltokio, and there probably won't be that many extra main characters besides the Jotnar: Tyr, Forseti, Baldur, Nott, Rindr and Eir.
Spiritua, and maybe someone else... but not likely.
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Post by Mizagium on Nov 21, 2009 19:28:07 GMT -5
what are we calling this anyway?
the Fall of Mithos?
the Tragedy of Mithos?
The Great Kharlan War?
Tales of the Hero?
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Nov 21, 2009 19:33:06 GMT -5
Dear readers,
Awhile back, me and a friend decided to create a fanfic involving the Kharlan War and everything else that goes with it. But it seems that someone beat us to the punch. HeroR has been weaving the same tale for a couple of months. But rather than waste a month's worth of brainstorming; we've decided to post the story.
We'll be honest: we've never seen the OVA's; Only one of us has played Dawn of the New World; and TEAM_DERRICK is my creative consultant. In fact, he's writing this disclaimer. If you're unfamiliar with his work, well... "Misty's Search for Self Realization" is just an extended fart joke. Yeah....
Well whatever. BE WARNED! CREATIVE LIBERTIES WERE TAKEN!!!! We could just come up with some half assed reasons for some of our plot points, but to be honest we don't care.
Enjoy!
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Nov 21, 2009 19:34:52 GMT -5
Tales of the Prequel
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Post by Mizagium on Nov 21, 2009 19:36:51 GMT -5
 nice disclaimer, though.
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Post by Mizagium on Nov 21, 2009 19:39:58 GMT -5
Two weeks later…
“…Still asleep, Mithos?”
“Hm?” Mithos Yggdrasill lazily opened one eye to find he was standing with a chunk of bread hanging out of his mouth. “Oh.” He hastily chewed the food, and then poured himself a glass of water. “Guess I am.”
“Didn’t you sleep last night?” Martel stooped down to be on her brother’s level. “Did you have those dreams again?”
“More like nightmares,” Mithos recalled the frightful visions that had visited his dreams every night for the past week. “But they feel real.”
“Real?”
“It feels like something bad is coming to Heimdall, Martel. That’s what the dreams said, anyway.”
“Maybe you should talker to Eir,” she offered. It pained her to see her brother troubled so.
“Elder Eir? Not likely she’d listen to me, I’m just a kid.” What he was really saying was I’m just a half-elf.
“Mithos…” Martael impulsively hugged her brother. “Don’t give up on people, you’re too young to be cynical. People can change. People will change – humans and elves. Just give them time. They'll warm up to us eventually."
Mithos let his sister embrace him, but didn’t return the sentiment. When she finally let him go, he said, “But they made us. Our blood is half human, half elf. Why won’t either side accept us?”
“They let us live here, in Heimdall. They could have thrown us out after mom died, but they didn’t. Remember that, please?”
“I know. I will, Martel.” This time he hugged his sister.
“Thank you Mithos.”
“Martel?” Mithos said a minute later.
“Yes?”
“I think maybe I will go tell Elder Eir.”
“Why’s that?”
“The dreams were powerful. I don’t think I’m a Seer or anything, but I think I need to tell her about them, just in case.”
“Alright, I can see it’s troubling you. Go on then,” Martel urged.
“I won’t be long!” He raced out the door.
Although it was approaching noon, the sun was just beginning to break through the trees of Ymir and Torrent. The town was always cool and shady, even in the summer months. Mithos loved it here, despite the air of hostility that followed him wherever he went.
As per the usual custom, elves shot him dirty looks whenever he happened to walk by. Martel never let it get to her, but Mithos always nearly crumbled under the weight of all those looks. Today he tried to resist, but then he was shuffling along, staring at the ground again. Whatever was in those looks, they always made him feel ashamed of being a half-elf, even though he knew perfectly well it wasn’t his fault.
He almost turned back, but be was already at the Elder’s house. Two sentries stood guard outside. “What do you want?” One of them asked.
“I-I-I…” Mithos was trembling under their gaze. Why? “I n-n-need t-to sp-speak…”
“Spit it out, boy!” The other sentry shouted, which only served to make the boy even more nervous.
“IneedtospeakwiththeElder!” It came out in one excited yelp, but it conveyed the message.
“What?”
“I need to speak with Elder Eir, um, please?”
The one guard glanced over at his companion. Both emitted a contentious snort. “The Elder doesn’t speak to half-elves.”
“But, but it’s important! I really need to-“
“What you really need to do is go home and think about how lucky you are to be living in this village still.”
“What? There’s no law that says I can’t live here!” Mithos shouted back. A previously untapped confidence was welling up inside him. “I have just as much right to be here as you do!”
The one guard looked condescendingly offended. “Don’t you dare compare yourself to me! I am a pure-blood Elf, untainted by any human blood. The law of this land is that this is a village for Elves only, not humans.”
“I’m an Elf, just…”
“Half-elf. Not full-Elf. Maybe your elf blood can stay here, but your human blood can’t.”
The other guard took a step forward. “So take the hint: go home.” They way he said it suggested he meant get out. Mithos stepped back, but both guards suddenly advanced on him.
“That’s enough!” Both guards flinched and turned around. “What is going on?” Elder Eir demanded.
“N-Nothing, Elder. We were just-“
“Enough. Back to your posts. .” The aging elf turned her gaze on each of the guards until the complied and took their places on either side of the door. Then she turned it on Mithos. “Well? What do you want?” She tapped her foot impatiently.
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Nov 21, 2009 19:39:55 GMT -5
thanks....
We'll call it
Tales of Symphonia: The War that Split the World
or Tales of Symphonia: Mithos' Lament
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Post by Mizagium on Nov 21, 2009 19:42:08 GMT -5
thanks.... We'll call it Tales of Symphonia: The War that Split the World or Tales of Symphonia: Mithos' Lament not "ToS" beginning. They already know its a ToS fic, and that is really annoying to lok at. Maybe I'll do my thing with the three-fic story: Mithos the Exile, Mithos the Hero, and Mithos/Yggdrasill of Cruxis |
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Post by Mizagium on Nov 21, 2009 19:42:34 GMT -5
thanks.... We'll call it Tales of Symphonia: The War that Split the World or Tales of Symphonia: Mithos' Lament not "ToS" beginning. They already know its a ToS fic, and that is really annoying to lok at. Maybe I'll do my thing with the three-fic story: Mithos the Exile, Mithos the Hero, and Mithos/Yggdrasill of Cruxis Nah, one fic is enough |
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Nov 21, 2009 19:43:44 GMT -5
Advent of Cruxis
BAM!
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Post by Mizagium on Nov 21, 2009 19:56:35 GMT -5
...something to do with Mithos in the title
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Nov 21, 2009 20:00:15 GMT -5
Mithos Goes on an Extended Camping trip... Oh and At Some Point Martel Dies
Raise of Yggdrasil
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Post by Mizagium on Nov 21, 2009 20:04:37 GMT -5
The Fall of Mithos works I guess.
MOAR BRAINSTORM.
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Post by TEAM_DERRICK on Nov 21, 2009 20:09:37 GMT -5
k Kratos is of Noble blood (Seriously. Read the wiki AT ALL TIMES!!!!) Martel has green hair.... Oh yeah! Nidhogg looks like this  |
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Post by Mizagium on Nov 21, 2009 20:12:35 GMT -5
k Kratos is of Noble blood (Seriously. Read the wiki AT ALL TIMES!!!!) Martel has green hair.... Oh yeah! Nidhogg looks like this his noble blood isn't mentioned in Symphonia, only Tales of Fandom. Its canon is questionable... |
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