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RHINODISC
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My Fiction

I will have a large-scale epic that will be running in episodes weekly, starting January 1, 2010.

Part 1 of 15 - Dondore's Journey

Dondore, a Glorsten, made his way through the long unused tunnels that led dark, for unknown reasons throughout Restro Skalra, or the Great Mountain. His escape was led by his desire for freedom, like all beings. His white armored hands clanked and tore off chunks of black stone from inside the dark tunnel climbing strait up, determined. He did not know, nor remember his reason, for the pain and chains of slavery and evil still burned inside his mind. The only direction that he knew to go, was up. Climbing these dark tunnels was fairly easy, his ice powers seemed useless though, except for sealing the entrance of the cave. He killed over an hour climbing, resting plenty.
Dondore looked back on what happened the past year, the horrible things. This was all before the coming of the Namorgak. The new leaders of the southern city. Prior to them, there were leaders called the Planters of Stone. They were a group of elder, stone Heplak. They were great leaders. They, as their name goes, planted the foundation for a civilization inside the great mountain. The newly arrived tribe of stone Heplak explored hundreds of cubic miles of cave systems inside the mountains with unknown species and caverns, sun holes, trees, grass and rivers, all inside a mountain.

"Sure is great." said Dondore.

The rest of the Heplak of the other tribes came to the new frontier. The Planters of Stone then began to excavate for materials, but their search was ineffective. Huge towers were then erected for a new city to be made. The Heplak, using their language called Horgone, named the greatest of the caves, Lein Wornknahk Pendon, The Southern Base. Word spread in the land around the mountain of this glorious city, so the Glorsten and Kaskag (The same species at the time) ventured in and used the city with them. The Heplak agreed, and allowed a city, and a new generation to be born.
Then, a species from the deep caves underneath the continent, the Namorgak, were then awakened from their sleep. They tore out from deep caves. They were hungry for power. The Namorgak ravished through nearby cities outside of the mountain and killed the people there. A city outside of The Great Mountain, Korgop, the one that was the Glorsten capital, south of the Great Mountain, was conquered. The Namorgak advanced up to Restro Skalra, putting three Namorgak Behind in Korgop. They arrived at the Southern Base. They shapeshifted from their insect forms and became tall, black armored humanoids. They assassinated the planters of stone, and took power. They created a fortress up in the Northern Hollow, where Dondore was now going. Slavery took hold at the city, mixed species were put to work by the higher class Glorsten, loyal to them. Their leader, Hentagus, now wanted to use the Northern Hollow for their experimentation. This was now the place that Dondore was going, the Northern Hollow. After those Namorgak experimentation's, the place was very hostile, but very beautiful, making it much harder to escape. Brutal exhaustion burned in his thighs. He leaned and scraped his back onto the wall behind him. He sighed and then softly sang the sentence of Hurmandoth, one of hope:

"Jun'grth, jun'murn, lein'mere, ku jerch."

Dondore sat there for a while, pondering on the sheer size of his world; the mystery. He vowed that he would go beyond the walls of his world. The climbing began again, and his fear grew ever-more: he reached the forked part of the tunnel and he went to the left one and proceeded to the top. Dondore opened a latch and light streamed in from Northern Hollow, he had arrived.

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Horks and Jornan, both Glorsten, had captured and tortured an unknown and unauthorized being at the out skirted gates of the Southern Base. His name, so-he-said was Elodare. "WHO ARE YOU!" Barked Horks, lifting a mangled metal claw-tool over his head, threatening to use it. Jornan was sitting on a throne-type chair, commenting on the methods that Horks used. "E' aint' syin' nothin'." said Jornan. Horks then said: "He has black armor, but he doesn't look like a Kaskag." The three people were in a tent-like building, consisting of old, torn blankets and metal rods. No light entered from the outside world, so there were many torches around the tent and then leading off to a dark trail, giving a grave feeling to the area around them, like something monstrous was going to leap out from the shadows. Trees lined the trail and a forest after that. Soft shadows flickered off a foot of the trees. Posts held the torches up. Kaskag folklore stated that a trail with a forest on both sides means that leadership is coming, but death will soon follow, but this has to occur in a dream. Jornan said, "If e' aint' t' talk, jst' kil' im'." (This is the heavy accent from the city of Aar.) Horks said, "He wouldn't like that." putting it out flat. "Hew?" Jornan said. "Hentagus," Replied Horks, "He loves these things; strange animals, crystals, old swords...demented Heplak. Anything." Horks noticed a carving in the helmet of Elodare:

(रीदेवनागरी)

"Jornan, c'mere." (Picking up on the accent.) Jornan leaped off his chair, thudding his boots on the cold dirt. He walked over and his red eyes widened at the sight of it. This type of writing had been used over one thousand years back and only on things of great importance. Horks lifted his claw once again and then struck Elodare across the face. Horks' empty hand grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off the bed-like table. "What are you." He softly growled. Elodare twisted Horks' arm and a yelp was exclaimed. Jornan picked up his giant axe and began to strike with it, but was shot in the face with a blast of shadow. Elodare turned and ran off, through the trail and north. Horks cradled his twisted arm and kneeled down and shuttered, his hands trembling over his master's face. He rose up and charged up the trail that Elodare went, vowing revenge.

Set Status

2005

• Toa Hordika:4/6
• Toa Hagah:1/2
• Rahgah:0/6
• Visorak:3/6
• Titans:3/4
• Playsets:3/4

2006

• Piraka:5/6
• Matoran:6/6
• Toa Inika:6/6
• Titans:2/6
• Playsets:3/4

2007

• Barraki:3/6
• Matoran\Hydruka:4/4
• Toa Mahri:6/6
• Titans:0/6
• Playsets:0/3

2008

• Phantoka:6/6
• Matoran:6/6
• Mistika:6/6
• Titans:3/4
• Vehicles:5/5

2009

• Glatorian:12/12
• Agori:6/6
• Titans: 2/3
• Vehicles: 4/5

Spontaneously Discovered Epic Quotes

"If I come up with a theory -- say, that Captain America will come back from the dead as a 12-foot tall giant made of Play-Doh -- and I find out that is not the case, my theory is not "ruined" -- because it was never accurate in the first place."
— Greg Farshtey

"What is the law? The law is the will of Mata Nui. Break that law and only The Pit will welcome you."
— Botar, Inferno

"I will destroy you with glue!"
— A classmate to another kid.

"Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing."
— Optimus Prime, Transformers: Revenge Of The Fallen

"There was Jura, Hirador, and Fundor -- who fought the giant sea snake. Galzra, Briam, Ohen the Strong, Gretiem, Beroan, Roslarb...and Saphira."
— Brom, Eragon