Plodding along a bit at a time..

Arriving in Greece proper the portal closed with a whoosh and a blinding flash of light behind them. Looking out over the party the king had decided upon for this first excursion to resupply Atlantis Jerome had to shake his head. How the King thought this mismatched group would be able to work together enough to gather the necessities required by Atlantis without killing each other he had no idea he figured they'd be lucky if they didn't kill each other inside the first week.

Jerome turned to Enrique, "Take 3 men see if the cottage on Thanaglos Peak is still empty. We'll need a base of operations in which to operate from, a place to bring the animals back to, and the portal can focus on us there without the Greeks being aware of it."


Turning his dark unshaven face towards Jerome with a haughty air, "And if its not empty?"


His expression stark and glacier cold, "Then make it so without wrecking it. Remember we need to be able to live there for a year if not longer."

Conray looked up from the pack he was about to swing onto his back confusion and anger warring for dominance on his face, "Longer? What do you mean longer? The King said this mission was no longer than year."

Justice - Tried by Media, Mob or Court

I wasn't going to do this but ever since it happened no matter what's been released by the press or family the situation as it stands is not right.

 Zimmerman should not have been following Martin after the police told him NOT TO. He never should have exited his vehicle or approached Martin. After firing his gun and killing Martin he should have been arrested anyone else would have been just as procedure while the situation was investigated. Good Ole Boy network is good for something apparently the water is so muddy you could be standing on a gator and never know it. Without taking him in and getting the evidence from clothing and his statement this is always going to be a case of he said he said expect one person doesn't have a voice any longer. We the people have to step up and ask questions and make demands on his behalf to find out the whole story and get to the full truth.

Martin was a 17 year old, 6ft 3in young man who weighted 140 pounds. He was reportedly wearing a hoodie carrying an ice tea and a bag of skittles, walking through the neighborhood back to the house where he was staying.

At the time of the incident Zimmerman, was 5 ft 9 in tall and weighed approximately 250 pounds. he was licensed to carry a firearm but its not clear at this point if the home association knew that he would carrying it while performing his watch duties. It's also a fact that he made over 40 calls to 911 over the span of a few months.

Neither one of these men is a monster simply by description. Neither one of these men is perfect either they both have darkness and problems in their past but by actions one of these men is a monster. Don't join the mob, don't become a vigilante but INSIST on a search for the facts and INSIST that justice be carried out by law enforcement.

Into the mix....

Setting the Island to rights after the introduction of the serum and Poseidon's changes was difficult, but not impossible. Choose those few citizens who could be trusted absolutely to be sent away for the 6 months between gate openings was much harder. Finally the decision was made packs were put together of all the items thought to be needed to survive. Greece was a hard mistress to please what with the Gods warring among themselves over petty and trivial things. Their wars always seem to involve the poor citizenry that worship them and hardly ever in any good fashion. 

Life-isms and moods

Yesterday I had a real bad case of the I don't wanna's.No matter what i was asked I really didn't wanna. I didn't wanna go to the movies, I didn't wanna go out of ice cream or bowling or even for a drive. Today it's a little better but really I can't find much energy to do much of anything.  Is it a result of the changing weather or just  mood?  I don't know i really just wish it'd go away.

Plotzing

I've been sitting here today kind of making an outline or at least noting some of the things i want in the  first few chapters. I think the first several are going to change time periods till it catches up to where i want it to be.. ( a little more future than present day but not Star Trek future). It's been fun to say the least even though every time i think of something i end up doing research and then forgetting what i was doing.  Post it notes for my post it notes.  I wonder if their is a computer program that works like sticky notes??! Oh well back to the stacks and racks.

Theft - of mind and of soul...

Yesterday some friends had their role-playing group stolen from them. It may not sound like a lot when its written like that but when you look at it closely they lost a great deal; They lost characters, story that they'd written, pictures and comments from fans. Broken friendships, heart pain that will take a while to heal. They lost a great deal of hard work and on top of it they found out that people that were suppose to be friends, comrades in arms were nothing but lying stealing jerks.

 I keep asking myself why do people feel its OK to do things like this. Why does someone ever feel its ok to take someone else's intellectual property?  

Hmm Starting at the Beginning

 Starting at the beginning is kind of a new concept. I usually end up picturing a scene and building around it. Well today I started working on an actual chapter. It's going to take place before they are forced to sink the island. Gathering information about Ancient Greece has been interesting to say the least.  I may end up having to use a bit of Xena and Hercules to enable myself to picture scenes more clearly. 

Atlants (The Beginning)

Atlantis 199 

Maurice rushes in words stumbling over themselves in his near panic, "Your Grace, I fear the time is upon us, we must lower the city now or the humans will be upon us!" 

The old man had been his adviser since he'd attained office; he knew there was nothing this man would do detrimental to the welfare of my own health or the city even if the two came into conflict he'd explain and give other options. The decision truly out of his hands at this point he turns to the controller hitting a long sequence of buttons and nobs then finally pulling the long lever he sits down. "It's done Maurice! The dome has been activated and the city will start to lower itself until it rests upon the ocean floor."

It took 5.5 days for the city to finally reach the ocean floor; the sounds of the motors and the hum of the shield kept people nervous and active during times when they otherwise would have been resting.

Many months had passed, then a year it was a radical year of change for all Atlantians. With out the sun steps had to be taken to keep plants growing and blooms, crops as well. New spells were created and we now have our very own Sun that rises and sets that doesn't have any of the harmful radiation that the real on posseses.

Time marched on as it always does and a strange phenomena was becoming apparent... something about their lifestyle had stopped the aging process, people were seldom sick and those that were had dangerous life threatening illnesses.

Putting more scientists on it did little good they couldn't find the root cause of this issue not exactly a problem... yet.

It'd been a century since the city had been lowered a plague ravages the city. Maurice was taken this morning it's a most horrible way to end your existence. I've turn all the medical and other scientists to finding a cure and halting it or Atlantis just may end.

They came to me hours ago Ranulf and Ottomas they'd never worked together or really with anyone before both high ranking in their fields their cure/inoculation it was radical but at this juncture it was all we had. I give the go ahead inoculate every person in the city man woman child.. start with me.

At first there was no problem but hours later deep into the dead of night the pain hit... my blood felt like it was boiling then cooling then boiling again my jaw ached from being ground then stretched wide in screams of agony.. all my muscles pulled and stretched Gods please just kill me now!!!!

Darkness total and complete i couldn't even hear the ever present sound of the city shield humming.. was i dead? is it over? Oh gods, what have i done? Atlantis my poor people... I'm so sorry..

Slowly he eased away from the pitch black deep pit of darkness forcing his eyes to open... then crying out at the agony the light causes..he drops a hand over his eyes then slowly letting the light in he takes in his surroundings... He's in his private chambers

Forcing his body to find a sitting position he felt every ache and pain bone deep throughout his body... gods what has he sentenced his people too. Standing up he moves slowly to the bathroom on legs that felt part jelly and part steel a combination that just doesn't work out well not matter what you do.

Automatically the lights come on blinding him all over again sending his body reeling against the wall at the sudden flare. (it suddenly dawns on him he was seeing as if it was day in the complete darkness of his room)

Finally after many starts and stops he's able to take in his appearance... unchanged except for hair growth his once short chocolate brown hair now cascaded well past his shoulders down towards his hips in a near ravens-wing black..and his usually clean shaven face was covered in a bountiful beard and mustache of the same color. But its his eyes that really cause his to pause and ponder.. what were once the color of soft moss are now a deep forbidding amethyst.

Dear God what did that elixir do.. Poseidon father I'm so sorry!! He nearly falls over when in the mirror an image beside his own appears and speaks to him not just any image either but one that's easily recognizable as the one and only Poseidon! My son fear not your changes they are but necessary enhancements made to your corporeal form... The elixir that the scientists were lured into make came straight from my hand it was the only recourse in halting the plague and I would not and could not let my children perish unjustly.

I open my mouth to reply to the reflection when the flashing of pearly white catches my attention... my incisors are longer and pointy as hell actually a lot of my teeth are pointy. Looking back to the Poseiden's image what's happened to us??

 He lets out a booming laugh (Oh man this really can't be good) You've been improved my son, very much improved. you body needs blood and flesh now to keep it in prime functioning order. Your life is endless unless the husk takes more damage than it can repair.

 Looking over his new form his body was taller (That explained the pain filled bones and muscles) and much more muscular (not that he'd been a slouch or a bum before but being Ruler doesn't always leave a lot of time to work out) His long hair was full and shining darkest black with the bluing of a raven's wing and his eyes shone like the jewels that they resemebed

 Uh.. My Lord the hair and musculature and eyes? What's going on?

 Your form is the form of perfection, your eyes can see in the deepest darkness as well as day.. extreme brightness will require shades. You are faster, stronger and more gracefull than any being has a right to be but you are my children and give such perfection where i will.

 Blood and flesh are limited comodoties here in your city so i've installed a door that will take you any where in the known world you wish to go twice a year.. exactly six months a part. Today if you wish you could transport aparty to Athen.. 6 months from now that party could bring back a herd of animals when they return

 Judge carefully who goes and who stays ... you will require less vegitiation some green houses can be turned into fodder for herds Fish is also a flesh and one i suggest you start farming.. portals with air locks will make entrance and exit easier

 As for the blood... well its only a bit at a time two three good swallows... You’ll know when to stop and the taking of it is very pleasurable.. Find a companion or three..

WOW, Who Knew...

Scary thing that empty page. Who knew an empty box and blank lines could be so damned intimidating.  I guess we'll start at the very beginning then I'm Jarek Storme. I'm a budding author meaning I'm not published and my projects aren't finished yet but I've hope and time to write so I am.  What you'll find here on this Blog will be anything from a bare bones idea to some ideas written out and played with. So sit back buckle up and enjoy the ride.

Jarek