Photo Album

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I trust viewers will enjoy Photo Album as a visual introduction to my close knit family
and friends. As representative of the avian research project I truly love compiling and
presenting this educational and progressive website

Photo Album

Jayke in the arms of his very doting Nanna

Jayke paying attention to his wise old Grandpa

Jayke with his super proud and loving Dad

Jayke being loved by his Mom and Tiggy the cat

Jayke says: I Love Santa!

People reckon I’m a cute little boy!

Baby Jayke with his uncle Mark

Jayke feeling a ton of love from auntie Michelle

A Day out at the Adelaide Zoo

Jayke’s identical-twin-cousins -
Madison & Isabelle having great fun
at the Adelaide Zoo

Lavender

Reduced

Faded Slate with Indigo influence

Scale-Pattern Bronze-crop
Nestling

Clouded Recessive Red

Our Growing Family
of Charcoal-face -
Charcoal -head and
Blue-head Ash Reds

This dancing, prancing cock is certainly the centre of attention

Scale-Pattern Grizzle

Ice Checker /Barless Blue offspring

Faded Salt & Pepper Grizzle

10th September 2009

Frankfurt

Pigeons fitted with cameras

Around 1903 Julius Neubronner (1852–1932), an apothecary in Kronberg near Frankfurt, was receiving

prescriptions from a sanatorium in nearby Falkenstein via pigeon post, and delivered urgent medications

up to 75 grams (2.6 oz) by the same method. When one of the prescription-bearing 'poison eagles', as they

were known in the sanatorium, lost its orientation in fog and arrived four weeks late, Neubronner was

inspired with the playful idea of equipping his pigeons with automatic cameras to trace their paths.

This led him to merge his two hobbies into a new 'double sport' combining carrier pigeon fancying with

amateur photography.

Neubronner began the development of a light miniature camera that could be fitted to a pigeon's breast by

means of a harness and an aluminum cuirass. The pigeons had to be trained carefully to make them used

to their load. To take an aerial photograph, Neubronner carried a pigeon to a location up to about 100 km

(60 miles) from its home, where it was equipped with a camera and released. The bird, keen to be relieved

of its burden, would typically fly home on a direct route, at a height of 50 to 100 meters (50 to 100 yards)

and a speed not exceeding 15 kilometres per hour (10 miles per hour). A pneumatic mechanism in the

camera controlled the time delay before a photograph was taken.

According to Neubronner, there were a dozen different models of his camera. In 1907 he had sufficient

success with a camera using 4 cm film to apply for a patent. Initially his invention "Method of and Means

for Taking Photographs of Landscapes from above" was rejected by the German patent office as

impossible, but after presentation of authenticated photographs it was granted in December 1908.

The rejection was based on a misconception about the carrying capacity of domestic pigeons.

In 1909 the technology became widely known through Neubronner's participation in the Internationale

Photographische Ausstellung in Dresden and the Internationale Luftschiffahrtausstellung in Frankfurt.

Spectators in Dresden could watch the arrival of the pigeons, and the aerial photographs they brought

back were turned into postcards. Around the same time, his photographs were shown and awarded

prizes at two Paris Air Shows. His cameras, which weighed barely less than 75 grams (2.6 oz), then had

a size of roughly 8 cm by 4.5 cm and could take a series of 8 exposures.

A photograph of Schlosshotel Kronberg became famous due to its accidental inclusion of the

photographer's wing tips. It was subject of a copyright dispute in the late 1920s. The Schlosshotel had

been built for Neubronner's illustrious customer Kaiserin Friedrich, and was still known as Schloss

Friedrichshof for some time after her death in 1901.

Around 1910, Neubronner developed the Doppel-Sport Panoramic Camera, which could capture a
panoramic view on 3 cm × 8 cm film. Like the other models it never went into serial production.
The last model (before 1920) weighed slightly more than 40 grams (1.4 oz) and could take 12 exposures.

In 1920, Neubronner found that ten years of hard work and considerable expenses had been rewarded

only with his inclusion into encyclopedias and the awareness that an ancillary technology, the mobile

dovecote (described below), proved its worth in the war. Neubronner's Doppel-Sport camera is shown in

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the exhibition - Photo & Film Deutsche Museum Munich.

Royal Adelaide Show

Matthew, Stephanie, Myriah & Rodney

Manny Arquette

1st November 2009

Matthew Arquette’s 20th Birthday

2009 Exotic Pigeons Gallery

Indian Fantail

Helmet

Giant Runt

Jacobin

American Show Racer

Blondinette

Hungarian House Pigeon

Nun

Muffed Ice Pigeon

Exhibition Homer

English Tumbler

Saxon Monk

Muffed Saxon Spot

Saxon Shield

Oriental Frill

Old Dutch Capuchine

Danish Tumbler

Zitterhall

Indian Mondaine

Lahore

Voorburg Shield Cropper

Komorner Tumbler

Show Flight

German Beauty Homer Modena

Bokhara Trumpeter Black Trumpeter

Satinette Show King Almond Roller

High Flier Dewlap

WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF THE LEBANON PIGEONS

Courtesy of Thomas & Carolina Sankari

Shafari

Mawardi

Irjani

Irinfli

Baramli

Shikli

Barbarisi Owl

Orfali

Syrian Dewlap

Karakand Tumbler

Rehani

Schikli

Mfattel Dewlap

Msawed

Mazoni Dewlap

Schrabi Dewlap

Damascene Checker

Rare & Royal Turkish Tumblers

Courtesy of Kurt Gürsu

Takla Tumblers

Miski
Brown Check with
Yellow chest

Candy

Aynah Sabuni

Gümüş

Akpaça Arap

Trabzon

Selçuklu

Bursa

KÜPELİ (EARRINGED) SUMI COCK

Abraq Dewlap

The Australian Avian Research Organization is highly appreciative of the Photography
contributed by Thomas & Carolina Sankari and Kurt Gürsu.
Website details: WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF THE LEBANON PIGEONS -
turkishtumblers.com and guvercinbirligi.com

Manny Arquette

Dec.18, 2009

Egyptian Swift

New 2010 Additions

Peak-head Tortoiseshell cock with stockings

Charcoal-head & Charcoal-face
Spread Ash siblings

Feb.13, 2010

Living Pictures 2010

Bush
Shaking
His
Toosh

Chapter Twenty Nine

Secret World of Whispers

By Manny Arquette

(See Photo Album 2 for chapters 19-28)

Orlando’s school holidays was cause for jubilation throughout the county. Andy’s turning
fourteen looked forward to spending the first day of leisure in the company of Amber Swift.
The two were now a steady item and the besotted boy hoped for their growing relationship
to blossom. The mother was very protective of her teenage daughter. Learning of a planned
outing, Cordella instructed Amber’s home return be in good time to shower and dress prior
to an early dinner. Cordella’s younger sister Francis was to visit that evening and the
fastidious woman was desirous of ensuring everything run like clockwork. Whilst the mother
cleaned and shopped, a trusted friend would drop the girl at the cottage. Amber’s motorised
departure saw Mrs Swift in her unruly daughter's room preparing to tidy up and from there
see to the basket of laundry.

“That darn messy girl of mine truly needs a good lesson in keeping her room in some
semblance of order. What are they teaching them at school, one only wonders? Heaven
forbid were I so bone idle lazy in my youth. Oh well, best get on with it, before time runs
away from me...” Cordella talked to her self, in going from room to room.

Andy awaited Amber’s arrival at the gates. The lady driver dropped her off to motor in the
direction from whence she came.

“So what are we to do this beautiful sunny morning?” Amber asked, walking hand in hand
to where two backpacks of edibles and soft drinks sat nearby.

“Well I decided you are now good and ready to be shown round the magic garden Jimmy
finished before he was so unfairly taken from us.”

“Why do you keep calling it a magic garden?”

“Because that’s exactly what it is...”

“So if I were to now make a wish...it would come true, right?”

“Maybe yes and maybe no. Um...well, look you have to let it get to know you first, okay?
And then it might share its magic with you; my sweet Missy impatience.”

“We’ll soon see who’s impatient, buster! If I don’t get to see any magic today, you’ll be
waiting a month of Sundays before the very next kiss...” Amber cheekily suggested with
a wicked smile and gleam in her eye.

Backpacks on and it was off we jolly well go. Andy’s magical mystery tour had begun and
a sharp left turn saw them vanish from sight. Unconcerned with their unchaperoned
journey, Hope set about doing the housework . Jasmine was staying in Ravenswood with
Jonathan and would visit that afternoon.

Coming to a dual divide, Andy chose to follow a narrow path.

“And so why this one and not the other?”

“Cause this one takes us to where a friend of mine lives and I want you to meet him.”

“Auntie Francis is paying us a visit this afternoon and mom’s all in a flap over it. God!
How I wish she would take a chill-pill, or something.”

“Look Amber. We’ll soon be there and we must now talk in whispers or maybe just keep
quiet.”

“Well aren’t we Mr sensitive, all of a sudden?”

“Why do you always have to question everything I say?”

Amber merely poked her tongue and fell silent. Reaching a fallen log they sat and
waited. Andy kept looking to the skies. The humorous girl just couldn’t help herself.

“You do know there has to be dark clouds in the sky before it can rain?”

“Hardy-ha-ha! Very funny. I’m looking for a white pigeon, if you really must know.”

“A pigeon! Are you telling me we’ve come all this way just to look at some darn pigeon
flying all about?”

“Well this one’s different. You’ll just have to wait and see.”

Amber hadn’t long to wait before a flash of white took their attention. Clapping its powerful
wings mid air, the bird began its graceful descent.

“Marley! Marley!” Andy called to his dear friend.
Amber had nothing to say and could be forgiven for thinking her time would be better
spent playing hopscotch or swimming at the local waterhole in the company of a girlfriend.

The pigeon landed at their feet and began cooing and fanning wide its tail in strutting to
and fro.

“Oh and I suppose it’s now going to turn itself into a pumpkin, or frog, or something?”
Amber remarked with sarcasm, shaking her head in her pouting and folding her arms in an
indignant manner.

“A pumpkin! A frog! Indeed not, young lady!” The pigeon retorted, its words causing the
astonished girl’s jaw to drop. “I am a human being. Just like you. Only in pigeon’s clothing.
And my christened name is Marley.”

For a time, Amber couldn’t close her gaping mouth. She just shook her befuddled head.

“I expected you would be shocked by hearing a pigeon talking, but once it all sinks in, you
will rejoice in the magic of the garden. And in now knowing things aren’t always what they
seem, you will feel a special kind of warmth come over you. That tingling feeling is the very
universal essence entering your spiritual being; in its magical acceptance of your purity of
heart.”

Chapter Thirty

After due consideration it was decided by Jasmine and Jonathan their honeymoon to not be
traditionally conformist and instead, spent in a distant gold mining area. Booked into their
modest adobe, the charming couple threw away conventional attire to relax and duly begin
fossicking for any gold nuggets to be found. Location of choice was
or Village of Dreams. Its inhabitants were mostly Spanish in orientation, but could speak
English.

El pueblo de los sueños.

This was a long held dream of Jonathan’s. Jasmine however, was not so enthralled by the idea
of roughing it in the manner of the Wild Wild West. She dreamed of being swept away to some
castle, or perhaps an island recluse to be honeymooning in style and comfort. None the less,
the sweet lass saw fit to grant her beloved man his heart felt wish and so there they were
donned in slick cowboy outfits; minus six shooters.

Jonathan was well able to speak the language and should the need arise would translate. The
suitcases put away, whilst Jasmine showered, Jonathan looked over his newly acquired
gold detector. A knock to the door was promptly attended. A short man wearing a sombrero
smiled in his officiating address.

“Hello Lacey. I am Amado Sosa. And to now be welcoming you and the very lovely
senora to my home village. Should you be needing of some assistance, please ask Amado to
be fixing it el pronto.”

“That is most kind of you Amado. And I will forward your warm welcome to my wife. Oh and
before you dash off, can you please refer me to a half decent eating house hereabouts?”

“Amado to recommend El cerdo asado. A place of very good food and service .”

señor

“So who was that a knockin’ at the door, mien liebe?” Jasmine enquired, a towel tightly
wrapped round her slender, shapely figure.

“Just our landlord doing his rounds. Amado tells me there is a nice eatery near by.”

“Well that’s good to know. So how’s your thingamajiggy working?”

“Depends on which thingamajiggy you so refer, darling wife?”

“Now just you keep your pistol holstered pardner.” Jasmine clowned about. “This here
senora, ain’t gettin’ all hot and bothered again, amigo. So what’s a doing now, sweetness and
light?”

“Well honey, I was kinda hoping we might check out the sites and then drop into the local to
make ourselves known. There’s reportedly a prospector who keeps on getting lucky and it’s
been whispered, he has uncovered a rich vein of gold somewhere round these parts. I just
want to rub elbows with some talkative hombre who just might be in the know...”

“That’s fine by me Jonathan, but tomorrow ’s lady’s choice, okay?”

“Mientras que no es obsoleta algunos musicales, sus deseos son órdenes.”

“Does a body dare ask what all that gibberish translates?”

Jonathan smiled, to hug and softly peck Jasmine on the forehead. All dressed and ready to
roll, securing the adobe, the couple wandered over to nearby stables with hiring two well
behaved palominos. They would ride round the village and outskirts to familiarise themselves
with surroundings, in the event of a dust storm or whatever else untoward might come their
gold prospecting way.

español

Once on horseback, Jasmine was beginning to enjoy the western lifestyle. Slow galloping
along a dusty track out of the small village, Foley pondered why she had not taken up horse
riding, some time earlier. Two black winged creatures hovering in circles above, caught
Jasmine’s eye.

“Jonathan! What manner of birds do you think they might be?”

“Probably just a couple of hungry buzzards. Might be some smelly carrion lying about?”

The very thought made Foley shiver. And what of other dangerous and hungry animals to
abound in waiting to pounce? She suddenly found herself wishing they were carrying a
couple of holstered, loaded pistols.

Unbeknownst to the young woman, Jasmine bore a far greater power of defence, to have
so far remained dormant.

“Whoa there! Jonathan cried out, pulling up his mount.

niño grande!”

“Why are we stopping here Jonathan?”

“Swear I saw movement, just over to where the cacti densely grow.”

“Some kind of wild animal, do you think?” Foley anxiously asked.

“Maybe. Look, you stay put, while I dismount and wander over for a closer look .

“Please be very careful now, won’t you Jonathan?” Jasmine fearfully called after him.

“Now just you keep your damn wits about you!” He called back , with a wave of his
cowboy hat.

Some time later, with no sign of her husband, Jasmine worryingly dismounted. Leading
horses thereto, was ever watchful of possible ambush from an unseen aggressor. Coming
to a fallen tree, tethered the palominos to hasten towards the fruiting cacti garden.
Hastening in frantic search of her missing husband, Foley also vanished within the solid
cactus wall. “Jonathan!” She despairingly called out. ‘Please call back to me, if you are able?”
Her echoed pleas unanswered, the distraught young wife wept; should some unthinkable
tragedy have befallen her dearest love.
With only candy bars and small flask of water, Jasmine knew time was short with searching
such arid terrain. Following footsteps left by Lacey, led her to an area of long discontinued
excavation. Pieces of timber and iron strewn all about, was debris from a nearby mineshaft.
Jasmine was most hesitant to enter into the darkness and began calling out once more.

Becoming concerned over the horses, deciding to bring them back to the mine, Foley
headed that way as fast as her legs would take her. To her utmost horror, the palominos
were being stalked by a big cat the size of a leopard. The animal sensed her presence.
Snarling, turned its ravenous attention her terrified way. Wanting to scream, Jasmine found
her voice was wholly consumed by an overwhelming fear in the throws of certain death.
Her racing heart was at bursting point and all Foley could do was pray for a swift kill by the
fast approaching desert cat.
In the instance of the pounce, Jasmine thrust her hands to shield her strained and tearful
face from imminent attack. In that split second of time, a blinding glow of light manifested
itself from the palms of her hands and not unlike the blasting stream of a jet fighter, the
deadly Laser of light struck the flying cat to have engulfed it in its fiery demise. All Jasmine
could do was examine her hands to fathom what eventuated. It was surely of some
inexplicable, unprecedented miracle that was better kept under wraps; and Jasmine wisely
chose not tell a living soul.

Jonathan was to emerge safe and sound and our two cowpokes were mounted and making
for the village to while away the rest of the eventful day in preponderance; Jonathan with
having discovered a modest source of nuggets and Jasmine with discovering she had
mystical powers beyond imagining.

señor

Chapter Thirty one

Time for Holy War was nigh. Victorious rejoicing by Volks and demonic allies, would surely
herald doomsday proclamation for all humankind, together with extermination of a
paranormal deity;of which, only the most powerful of wizards surviving to fight another
day. Lord Dordin’s battalion of soldiers was fast approaching Harrogate Hill. With five
hard ridden horses coming to grief, the Yannik leader was down to seven of twelve; sadly,
half-brother Kerrin was one such freedom fighter to foot slog it home.

Another warring party headed Harrogate way and trodden paths of opposing warlords to
assuredly cross. Lord Oberon led his mounted army of twenty to ally with Hedron and the
Volks. Looking from above, the two clouds of rising dust drew closer and ensuing conflict
unavoidable. Each battalion aware of pending engagement, prepared to fiercely enlist
weaponry.

Dordin and Oberon to swiftly battle one another, the moment of wielded sword against sword
coming to forceful contact, both riders immediately steered spirited mounts from the others
path. Dismayed soldiers from both battalions followed suit and a clash of steel and certain
bloodshed miraculously averted. Whilst the aghast men watched in disbelief, the two leaders
dismounting, hastened to embrace and laughed heartily in long awaited reunion. In youthful
training to become proficient swordsmen, were drawn together as young men. Their bonded
friendship ended, when Oberon was abruptly called away to attend his father’s funeral,
thereby take his place as Tribal Lord. The secret of Oberon’s false alliance with the Volks was
henceforth revealed to Dordin. Rejoicing in prodigious kinship, two warring factions united in
holy battle against a common enemy.

Framm rode astride from Zenko. The dark skinned warrior spoke first.

“I have countless scores to settle in this fight and many a Karrajong shall soon embrace
Framm’s long bladed daggers with their scrawny throats!”

“Zenko is not particular whose demonic head is removed from its shoulders by thrust of
flying throwing-star. And were brother Framm to fall victim to an enemies weapon, Zenko
now offers his pledge to carry such sadden news to my brave warrior friend’s family!”

“As do I, my courageous Yannik in arms!” Framm reciprocated, as twenty seven resolute
horsemen rode like the wind in pursuit of battle.

Farther afield, Yambo, Morgantha, Onslow, Tipalipasip and Goobledooble were spying on the
far reaching enemy camp from a high vantage point. Deciding time was right, Onslow was
suddenly gone.

“If only Goobledooble had such magical powers!” The elfin exclaimed with wide open mouth.

“Goobledooble would surely see his foolish elfin way into a castle’s solid wall, to soon
embrace the foul smelling moat and torn apart to be eaten by the many swimming karachokas!”
Tipalipasip couldn’t help but remark, his wicked grin causing his elfin friend to make such
extraordinary comical faces to bring tears of laughter to one and all. The creature so referred
was similar to a prehistoric predatory Salmonid, but with larger head and incisors.

“What are we to now do in the face of so many demonic soldiers before us and other factions
advancing to our rear?” Morgantha composed herself to enquire.

“Yambo can only suggest we remain well hidden and vigilant. Our awaiting a holy crusading
battalion cometh this way, can join with them in battle. Until our hoped for return, Tipalipasip
and Goobledooble are to steadfastly linger in closeness to our obscure cave. And were
destiny’s calling to sadly see one or both warriors relinquish their life for this noblest of
causes, our young beloved elfin and lembrakka warriors are to secure safe journey home in
declaring such grave misfortunes.”

Onslow’s startling manifestation saw six of the king’s guards escorting the wizard to the
briefing chamber. King Lemnos was in attendance and in company of Kelso and three of a
warring advisory council.

“A dutiful soldier informs a loyal wizard brings word from master Mallogon.?”

“That is correct your highness. An important epistle it be and Onslow offers the parchment for
counselled awareness of thine enemies strategic battle plan, sire...”

The scribed revelation delivered, Onslow was shown to a room for a satisfied wizard’s longed for
comforting convenience.

Beyond castle walls and a five hundred strong infantry awaiting battle orders from King Lemnos,
Hedron secretively conversed with brother Lothan, as they paced within the Overlord’s heavily
guarded camp.

“We have much at stake here and Hedron cannot permit such whispered treachery amongst us
to persist. It has come to my attention, an insinuate wizard bears unknown scribed proclamation
to present to King Lemnos. The enchantress Sellemar advises, information gleaned by way of
imprisoned Lembrakka warriors to have escaped her clutches is sound and can no longer be
Ignored.”

“And who might this officiating wizard be, my worried brother?”

“The name coming only to mine ears, be the wizard, Onslow. For the dark witch was to mystically
determine it be his damnable spell enabling the Lembrakka escaping Sellemar’s powerful
incantation.”

“Lothan shall henceforth command a powerful magician to find and be done with this Onslow.
And my dear brother Hedron, do as he will with a treacherous wizard’s head!”
‘

In a nearby quadrant of the enemy camp, another hushed meeting was unfolding behind cover
of trees. The warrior elfin Vinka, having called together two comrades in arms, briefed Bahkmeer
of a far distant mountain tribe, and Jollsandra, a converted Karrajong.

“I am instructed by the whispered words of a holy advisor, we are to soon be joined by Bihnt’s
sizeable army. Our Lord and Master shall also be there to smite the demonic enemy with such
heavenly destructive forces - to see Satan’s throne crushed to little more than smouldering
rubble.”

“In anticipation of such tumultuous event, are we to wait in hiding, or fight alongside advancing
crusaders?” Jollsandra inquired.

“Bahkmeer hides from no enemy soldier and shall be at the forefront of deathly battle!” A proud
son of a royal dynasty sharply interjected.

“Vinka bows in humble admiration of such loyalty in the face of certain death.” The elfin warrior
replied tongue in cheek.

Whilst the ever expanding field of ensuing warmongers endured in its mobilising, Dordin and
Oberon closely approached the lembrakka and elfin hideaway. Coming to slow gallop, Dordin
gazed all round, should shimmer of steel signal ambush. Patting his heavy breathing steed to
gradual halt, the vigilant warlord dismounted and sniffed at the gentle breeze. Oberon also
joined his friend in huddled collaboration.

“We are presently monitored from high vantage point and coming from boulders to your left.”

“Oberon sees and hears nothing of this?”

“A well trained Yannik nose is able to scent a woman’s perfumed aroma from great distance, my
royal friend. And perhaps an uninvited visit is now in order?”

“How many to confront such a brazen woman? And due consideration given to others lying in
waiting?”

“Dordin decrees no more than four should suffice....”

The two warlords, in Zenko and Framm’s company, hastened upward and onward. In deep
slumber our Lembrakka and elfin were blissfully unaware of a fate which may soon befall them.
On silent approach the four armed soldiers entered the dimly lit cave. Oberon looked down upon
the assumed enemy and broke into laughter. The snoozing was suddenly to end, as the
bewildered four were rudely awakened, but could do little more than stare in a state of fearful
anticipation.

“They are but mere children!” Oberon remarked to his smiling companions.
“Perhaps they hunt for rabbits and lizards?” Framm spoke up.
“Such small fellows should not venture this far into an explosive warring concourse; to be
swiftly grasped in the arms of a merciless enemy.”

Yambo having become incensed, challenged the bemused interlopers.

“This diminutive Lembrakka wonders if our well armed intruders do more than cackle like old
women? And should one among you find courage enough to stand against Yambo in a test of
weaponry skill, kindly step forward and let us see who should turn tail from the cruel arms of
murderous Satanists?”

The soldiers momentarily looked to each other with bewildering blankness. In their awakening, it
was as if some invisible maestro bid them do so; for one and all broke into fits of enduring
laughter, causing all in attendance to suddenly be caught up in such overpowering humour from
heightened comical imaginings! In departure, all but two, left to continue a forward advance.
Yambo and Morgantha were to ride with Zenko and Framm.

Jollsandra

Bahkmeer

Lord Oberon

Elfin warrior in battle

Chapter Thirty two

Only one hours journey between twenty seven freedom fighters and Bihnt’s encampment,
Dordin and Oberon bid their men rest in preparation for enemy stealth attacks under cover
of darkness. Uncertainty concerning Bihnt’s sizeable army’s forward movements and ensuing
mission complete, Yambo and Morgantha to closely monitor area of convergence.

Soldiers separated into groups of five. Two leaders scouted ahead. Owl signals utilised in
strategic attacking advances by each killing party. Closing in on unwary sleeping Volks camp,
one hoot, warning to hold back - whereas two, signalled all clear to engage enemy sentry's
before entering tents. Giant Mooks to be avoided at all costs, as excellent nasal senses and
night vision making for too powerful an adversary under dim glow of a half moon.

Zenko and Framm led one group targeting Karrajong sleeping quarters. Two enemy warriors
a watchful distance from the tent and letting their guard down making for easy targets.

“Framm shall silence the talkative Karrajong to the left and Zenko dispatch the other. Once
our two warriors are no more we swiftly move on a sleeping enemy.”

Advancing expediently on stomachs, victims were within targeting range. Zenko taking aim
with and releasing throwing-star, Framm’s dagger also airborne and seeking its mark.
The deadly weapons of war saw our crusader’s dagger deeply imbedded in one Karrajong's
throat and whistling throwing-star slicing through the ill-fated other’s; seeing the astonished
guard’s head falling back with blood spouting forth. Like avenging reapers in the night, the
five soldiers entered the tent and swiftly taken eight slumbering warriors lives. Some twenty
soldiers quarters proficiently dealt with by the five killer-squads. Lords Dordin and Oberon
satisfied by the grizzly onslaught commanded all retreat; leaving Hedron and Lothan to
shockingly and infuriatingly discover such a degree of mass assassinations under their very
noses.

Warring heads called to counsel, Hedron instructing soldiers responsible tracked down and
only commanding Warlords spared to face personal retribution. One highly skilled tracker
called Mallak, together with elitist Volks mobilised toward this end. Ten such warriors assigned
led by an accomplished bowman. Morovian had the eye of an eagle and enemies in line of fire
having no conceivable hope of escape.

Anticipating forthcoming tactical reprisal, our crusading battalion prepared to cleverly ambush
whomsoever come their way. Calling Yambo and Morgantha to briefing, Dordin and Oberon set
about conceiving such brazen stratagem. Using the shortness of stature and skills of
lembrakka and elfin warriors, it was envisaged the Volks would be taken to task in rear and
frontal surprise manoeuvre.

“A highly dangerous proposition it surely be.” Morgantha whispered to Yambo.

“None may escape destiny’s calling Morgantha. And should this challenge prove to be our very
last, then Yambo and Morgantha’s spirits shall rejoice in the worthiness of noble sacrifice...”

“An elfin warriors frets not with relinquishing one’s own life, only seeing a young brother
become destitute in such hostile wanderings.”

“As does Yambo for Tipalipasip.”

Whilst the Yannik soldiers prepared to confront Volks face to face, Bihnt’s army steadily
marched towards Harrogate Hill and enemy encampment. The diminutive assault was surely
one of foolhardy suicide and the singing praises of lambs to slaughter sadly carried to Yambo’s
and Morgantha’s ears. Snuggling into tight fitting dugouts to each side of a heavily trodden
path, in concealment, awaited enemy horses to pass; in rearguard attack, the lembrakka and
elfin swiftly materialize in offensive attack.

Only King Lemnos knew of Hedron’s plan of siege upon Harrogate Castle. The master wizard’s
message of enlightenment saw Aaramus spreading the word to five hundred horsemen of the
enemies devilish intent and decisive action taken to counter Volks subterfuge. Onslow ‘s
services summoned, the wily wizard’s incantations called forth a large number of winged
creatures the size of Andean Condors.

Such voracious birds of prey duly taking lofty positions with having perched on castle
vantage points in viewing all before them, the timing of attack also revealed, all the King’s
soldiers could do was wait and pray for providential blessings.

Mallak scouting ahead, Morovian eased his mount to a canter in looking about the undulating
terrain. A burly Volk approached.

“Does my Lord Morovian sense enemy presence?”
“I hear some manner of chanting in the whispering breeze and wish to determine its origins.
To mine ears, such thunderous war cries emanate from an Eastern advance Harrogate’s way.”
“Should we now reconnoitre?”
No Jarrimbar. Were we to reroute, Hedron would surely have our heads. Morovian only awaits
Mallak’s scouting brief to ferret these brazen night subversives with carrying out the brusque
Overlord’s command.”

Solitary horse gallop signalled enemy’s near approach to Yambo and Morgantha’s place of
ambush. Mallak jumped from his mount to closer inspect the trodden path in evaluating
freshness of traverse and number of horse bearing soldiers. Fortunately, the Lembrakka and
elfin’s unseen presence was to escape the tracker’s eagle-eye and walked past to where
soldiers dismounted and leading steeds to higher ground beyond heavy shrubbery. Believing
to have unerringly established crusading assassins movements and certain entrapment, Mallak
smilingly returned to report very rewarding findings; for upon success, Hedron promised
bountiful treasure and an obliging harem of pleasurable slaves.

Knowing the Volks scout was gone, Yambo lifted the dugout cover of bound twigs to happily
breathe fresh air into his lungs. Crossing to inspect Morgantha’s status, the Lembrakka viewing
the elfin’s undisturbed holding addressed the silent tomb.

“Does Morgantha’s enduring discomfort in a make-shift grave, reveal an elfin warrior now
soundly slumbers to dream of Yambo’s warring prowess?”

Yambo’s boastful elucidation met with hearty laughter, the cover kicked open with startling
suddenness. On her feet, Morgantha brushed herself down and shook the dust from her hair.

“Warring prowess? Fiddlesticks! Perhaps a fanciful and deluded lembrakka should expel a
mountain of dust from his overly sizeable head!” Morgantha remarked with a grin.

“So heartening seeing an elfin maiden cheerfully embracing one’s mirthful penchant...”
Yambo remarked, soon joining others resembling to briefly confer in anticipation of hastened
approach by Volks. Hunger and thirst replenished, the area once more regaining former
starkness. Anticipating Morovian command his troops to dismount and separate in pairs
with surrounding a vast area, Oberon and Dordin counteracted with strategically placing five
soldiers behind five boulders and they monitor from farther afield.

They had not long to wait. Leaving horses a distance behind, the attacking enemy assembled
thereto on foot. Longbow in readiness, Morovian silently signalled the hillside advance.

Jarrimbar

Lord Dordin
against the Volks

Zorn

Yannik
Warrior

Crusading
soldier

Morovian & Volks

May. 3, 2010

Chapter Thirty three

Eight of ten soldiers moving upwards toward dense shrubbery, Mallak and Hemmel remained
to confront escapees. Heavily armoured colossus comforting himself on a boulder, the vigilant
tracker awaited Morovian’s horn to sound victory over the enemy. Yambo and Morgantha
nervously looked on through a gap where they lay. It was essential to wait for an opportune
moment before leaping from dugouts to strike at the enemy. Mallak appeared not to be armed,
but caution was needed confronting Volks. Scout venturing closer, Yambo tightly grasped a
dagger in readiness. Mallak kicking the fine red dust, Hemmel addressed his restless partner.

“Luffna sends her heartfelt concerns to Mallak! And asking of a brother to see my scout friend
home safe and sound!”

“I also desire to see my way safely home. And Luffna need not worry as to Mallak’s providential
warring journey. For my fighting prowess as a Volk, finds a battle glorious scout coming thus far
against all who would see him spirited to hell!”

Volks distracted in conversation, Yambo made his move. Lifting and sliding the cover away, with
great stealth made his way to Mallak who’s back was turned his way. In a lightening strike, the fast
moving lembrakka was well positioned beneath the scout to have forcefully thrust his dagger into
the unwary Volks genitalia! Mallak’s thunderous scream echoed far and wide. His vengeful friend
hastened to confront the Lembrakka. Alerted, Morgantha leapt from her place of hiding and a
shaft soon targeting its sword wielding mark. Spying the elfin archer, Hemmel swiftly moving to
one side avoiding her whistling arrow whizzing by his face. Yambo sizing up the giant and second
dagger airborne, hastened in retrieving the first from between a lifeless Mallak’s legs.

The incensed soldiers fast movements saw him also averting the knife and now looming over
the small warrior figure in preparing to smite the Lembrakka. For he would vengefully see Yambo’s
head roll to the ground at his feet. In utter desperation and seeing her heart’s desire should live,
Morgantha taking hurried aim, released a second shaft and prayed targeting skills prove straight
and true.

The swordsman’s strike barely grazing its victim’s temple, Morgantha’s deathly arrow deeply
imbedded in the Volks left eye, the vanquished giant falling with a heavy thud to the ground!
Morgantha frantically raced to Yambo’s motionless and bleeding Side. Falling to her knees,
tearfully whispered her innermost thoughts.

“Morgantha prays her beloved Yambo soon awaken from a warrior hero’s bloodied slumber.
Our time together be too short and an elfin’s heart grows heavy with fearing our adventurous
path should now come to sadden end; leaving Morgantha tearfully grieving such unbearable
loss.”

The distressed elfin warrior keeping close vigil, the crusading ambush saw surprised Volks
taken to task. Set upon by five freedom fighters, Morovian and Jarrimbar defended as best
they may. While one engaged his sword against three, the bowman managed to see a shaft to
the heart of Zorn. The Yannik soldier was dead before he hit the ground. Jarrimbar having run
through one of Lord Oberon’s soldiers, fiercely fended off the other two. Morovian ducking to
avoid loosing his head, the Volk produced a long bladed dagger from its sheath and throwing
himself at the enemy, forcefully thrust the weapon into the soldier’s armour and abdomen. As
the gravely wounded crusader despairingly clutched at the dagger, Morovian’s swiftly released
second arrow striking the freedom fighter’s throat; ending the life of another of Oberon’s men.

Unable to defend tactical rear attack, Jarrimbar falling victim to the backstabbing swordsman
was no more. Two remaining peace keepers, with shields before them, aggressively moved to
silence the defiantly glaring bowman. Morovian having little choice, threw aside the bow and
unsheathed his sword. The fierce fighting between two soldiers and the Volk, shortly ended when
Morovian lost balance and before resuming defensive composure was fatally wounded.
In opportune attack, two of his assailant’s long bladed swords simultaneously passed on through
the renown archer’s body. Delivering the Volk to a swift death, the soldiers moved to join others
surviving the fight. The enemy insurgence decisively terminated had resulted in the loss of
twelve freedom fighters; four of Lord Dordin’s men and eight of Lord Oberon’s. Burying their
dead and tending to the wounded, fifteen crusaders remained to fight on and Yambo having
recovered was beholding to Morgantha’s life saving intervention.

Wishing to regroup with other crusaders to the fray, the rejuvenated, smaller unit would
henceforth journey Harrogate Castles way. Bihnt’s army reaching the same intersecting path,
lingered a short distance from the fast advancing horsemen. Tipalipasip and Goobledooble
miraculously stumbled upon Burrham and the clan of Lembrakka warriors, related news of
Yambo and Morgantha’s noble intent to resist the demonic uprising; Yambo’s rejoicing father
deciding joining his beloved brave son in righteous battle.

The dark wizard assigned by Lothan to end Onslow’s life and deliver his head unto Hedron,
having magically transformed into a white dove flew to the castle tower. Seeking the resident
white wizard, Neommus caught site of Princess Nephelia leaving her room to go for a walk.
Ensuring she was alone, in fluttered ascension seemingly collided with the passage wall to land
at her feet. The dark wizard’s deception complete, concerned over the bird’s extent of injury,
the King’s daughter picking up the flapping dove went straight to Onslow’s room in checking
The dove’s well being and address any debilitating injury.

May. 3, 2010

Chapter Thirty Four

With tensions between different warring factions coming together at Harrogate Hill reaching
boiling point, the opposite was true at the Hanson household. Andy turning fifteen was keen
to embark upon a relaxing camping trip in the good company of Jonathan and Jasmine.
Working part time, Amber would meet them two days later and everything was set to begin
the fishing and bird watching adventure. Lake Dortmund was six hours journey from Orlando
and the pristine getaway complete with modest general store. Providing bait and wide range
of supplies meant for light travel in Jonathan’s newly purchased van.

Fishing equipment hired at the lake all that was needed was clothing, sleeping bags, additional
bedding, personal hygiene items and binoculars. Jasmine was in early stages of pregnancy
and would avoid exhaustive tasks concentrating on cooking, shopping, sight-seeing and
taking snap shots. Filling up at the town’s solitary bowser pumps and buying candy bars to
nibble, were happily motoring in the direction of the lake. Andy sat to the back of the roomy
vehicle reading a comic.

“It’s a pity Hope needed to look after her ailing mother.” Jasmine made light conversation.

“She certainly is deserving of a break from the humdrum of daily life and burdened with
making ends meet.” Jonathan remarked, pondering the exciting challenge of fatherhood.

“Mom said she really didn’t mind staying home and would take good care of the pigeons for
me. I was going to ask Bill to pop in now and then, but heard Wenzel telling mom he had to
go out of town on business.”

It was early September and the countryside alive with blooming flora and playful fauna.
Wild grasses were tall and green. Bird life busied themselves with nest building and clear blue
skies as far as the eye could see. Andy was eager to go fishing and read up on various rigs
and angling techniques to improve one’s catches. Jonathan had been on several bird
watching safaris and built up an extensive library of albums.

“Jas’. Did your friend from the diner say how far to the next roadhouse?”

“Lynne said there’s one about two hours from Orlando. Only a one bowser job, but carries a
variety of edible goodies and drinks.”

“Jonathan...”

“Yes Andy?”

“What’s the best bait to use in the lake?”

‘Well this time of year pike and large mouth bass would be plentiful and they are quite partial
to sardines. The store Is certain to have a good selection to choose from. In my book local
knowledge is best and we will see what the proprietor has to say. I recall my last fishing sortie
to Merton's Creek with my uncle Ralph. Now let me tell you Andy, he was one canny angler and
certainly knew a thing or two about the sport of fly fishing.”

The two happy campers becoming engrossed with the fishing side of things, Jasmine kept
thinking about Marley and wondering why he was staying away from the magic garden and Andy.
There was no reason to believe anything untoward had reared its ugly head and was indeed a
puzzlement. Saying nothing of this to the boy she had hoped to put it to the back of her mind.

Ninety minutes into the trip Jasmine and Andy were snoozing soundly. A dark hared hitchhiker
saw Jonathan pull over, wind down his window and adjusting the rear view mirror while awaiting
the young woman’s approach.

“Hi. Thank you so much for stopping. I’m Nina.” The smiling, olive skinned, twenty year old spoke
with a thick foreign accent.

“Hi Nina, I’m Jonathan. So where’s a hitchhiking girl headed?”

“If you could please drop me off at the roadhouse. I live close by and work there on weekends.”

‘Okay then sweetheart. Just slide the side door open and make yourself comfortable. You’ll find
an assortment of mag’s should you fancy reading the time away...”

Another party on board and the foursome were roadhouse bound. Taking up a fashion magazine
and softly singing to herself saw Jonathan’s curiosity aroused.

“You certainly have a very broad accent Nina?”

“Oh yes. I am from Italy. Arriving here four years now and to be staying with my Auntie Frances.”

“I am very fluent in Spanish. Do you speak the language?”
“

“No. I only speaking Maltese and French. Also some German, but not so very good. And so the
very pretty sleeping lady? Your wife perhaps?”

“Yes Nina. Her name is Jasmine. The boy is a close friend. He’s Andy.”

“And so where are you all going?”

“Spending one week’s vacation at Lake Dortmund; should you know of it?”

“Oh yes. My cousin Angelo likes to go fishing there. I have not yet a chance to see it, but
maybe some time soon...”

Whilst the two chatted in getting to better know one another, another journey was taking place
within the paranormal deity. A convoy from the West and converging upon Harrogate Hill carried
a large number of secured crates. The six horse drawn wagons were heavily guarded with a
battalion of Volks to the front and rear. The well kept secret was of Lord Hedron’s conception
and planning. The soldier in charge of seeing it safely to its destination was a dark warrior called
Meekah. It was said the very alluring female assassin reputed for her despicable acts of wanton
murder possessed an arcane weapon to see an enemy disabled and soon falling to her sadistic
manner of a lingering and tortuous death. Most Volks found themselves intimidated by her
presence. For to gaze upon her angelic womanhood was a confounding betrayal of the demonic
monster she truly was; her killing spree showed no boundaries, regardless of age or sex.

“I hear our cargo is to change the tide of war at Harrogate Castle?”

A strapping guard on horseback called to Meekah holding tight the reigns of a leading wagon.

“Such a handsome soldier surely listens to the idle gossip of fools and Meekah suggest his time
be better spent sharpening his sword and singing the praises of the Overlord!”

The guard known as Garreth knew well her savagery, but was drawn to her beauty like a moth to
the glow of light.

“If Garreth be so bold, perhaps he may be of some hushed service, once our precious cargo
delivered?”

“Meekah has little doubt Garreth’s satisfying servitude an enticement for her to fall victim to
thine charming manner and perhaps find time to Indulge one’s pleasurable company!”

The smiling Volk rejoining his command, some found to be grinning and others shaking heads.

“Our leader plays with certain fire.” One rider whispered to his near friend. “And one night of
pleasure hardly be worth a lifetime of dread.” he suggested, ensuring his words not linger to be
heard by another loyal Volk.

“They say the creatures carried have been anointed with a wizard’s magic and shall prove a
powerful force against our resourceful enemy...”

“Brother Urkon having spied one snarling beast does not hold such assurance. For in jabbing
the animal with his dagger, in its yelping and cowering bleeds freely; and the brazen soldier lives
to tell the tale.”

“So should this account be true, what be the purpose of their travel to Volk’s encampment?

“Perhaps our soldiers run dry of sustainable sustenance and Lord Hedron provides another
source of fresh meat for the table?” The confounded soldiers lightly laughed in parting company.

Meekah

Volks Warring Camp

Jonathan’s catch

Andy’s catch
of the day

Chapter Thirty Five

May. 6, 2010

Arnold’s Fuel and Diner reached, while Jasmine and Andy slept on, Jonathan bid Nina farewell.

“Sorry you didn’t get to meet my Jasmine and young Andy. I guess they were well and truly
zonked by it all.”

“Perhaps on your way back we all can say hello together?”

“No problema

Señorita.”

Whilst a young lad topped up the tank, Jonathan entered the diner to grab three Cornish pasties
and custard tarts. Paying the female attendant and stepping outside to soon drive away, a familiar
voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Jonathan! I am so glad to have caught you before you drive off.” Nina said, a little out of breath.

“Why. What’s up sunshine?”

“Just wanting to give Jonathan home number to let me know when next arriving here, okay?”

“Thanks Nina. And I will keep it safe right here in my wallet. Well must run sweetheart, before
Andy wakes up and we’ll be stranded here for another hour or so while he indulges in a hearty
meal and a dozen pancakes; growing lad’s prone to eat like a bull elephant.”

Once more behind the wheel our three campers making good time toward their ideal destination.
Jasmine waking with a stretch and a yawn, looked about the van to address Jonathan.
“How long have I been sleeping for?”
“Couple of hours or so. Our snoozing Andy’s been snoring the roof off the van. I was tempted to
throw a bucket of cold water over him. Oh and you and Mr. Gulliver can appease one’s hunger;
you’ll find the grub in the shopping bag next to Andy. So I’ll just pull over to let you at it my tasty
sweet plum.” Softly kissing, he endearingly rubbed her life nurturing tummy.

“Thanks for the food Jonathan.”

“That’s okay. A long drive always brings on the hunger pangs. Look you two night owls. Best
we push on el pronto, because I want to arrive with sufficient light to safely navigate our way
through to the densely forested camping grounds.”

Stretching arms and legs, Jonathan looked about the meandering country side. Thoughts of a
fruit tree flourishing property back home brought a satisfied smile. It wasn’t long before Jasmine
and Andy joined him.

An hours driving seeing them to the lake and from there admissions office of the National Parks
Public Recreational Service. One needed to book ahead and a modest fee covering power to the
site and incorporating a fishing license; the general store also run by the NPPRS.

Time of arrival providing enough light for Jonathan to make his way to the office and awaiting
receptionist. Jennifer Lamb, a former wild life conservation officer and devotee of the awe
inspiring wilderness, was there for the long haul. The long legged, well groomed brunette was
blessed with expressive hazel eyes and warm welcoming smile. An only child, treasured the
social interaction of the many campers to have come and gone. In hindsight, some not as
pleasant as Jennifer would have hoped, but most a pleasure to meet and dutifully assist.

All booked in and essential keys supplied our happy campers prepared to settle into their
spacious tent for the evening. A specially constructed building block permitting one and all to
shower and use toilet facilities ensured a pleasant stay. Required amenities in close proximity
to each other were within short walking distance.

First and foremost on Andy’s mind was an early start to the lake for a spot of fishing. The bait
shop never shut and fisherman in and out at all hours. Many a record breaking fish in the skilled
hands of a resident taxidermist adorned the four walls for visitors to envy and aspire when
casting a line. The night proved to be one of restlessness for Jasmine. She kept waking for no
apparent reason. The morning light found her outside looking blankly towards the lake.

“You okay Jas’?” Jonathan asked, concerned with her state of pregnancy.

“Yep. Just found it hard to darn well stay asleep last night. Most likely due to the time spent
snoozing my head off in the van. So what have you two adventurers planned for this glorious
morning and first of six days in such divine wilderness.

“Thought to give the Northern side a bit of a try with testing the waters. Maybe stay a couple of
hours and come back to have a bite to eat and some strong brew; after which, we all go bush
for some exciting bird watching. So how’s that grab you my darling pregnant pumpkin?”

“Sounds like a grand plan, my sweet talkin’ man.” Jasmine zealously replied with rhyme, to
dispel any further concerns he may have and spoil a relaxing duration on the lake.

Jonathan and Andy making for the lake, to preoccupy her mind, Jasmine decided on a walk to
chat with Jennifer awhile. Lamb was on the phone and Foley sat on a comfortable divan.

Unavoidably listening in, Jasmine tried to focus with reading a handy Ornithological magazine .

“So when did this happen George?” The receptionist spoke into the receiver, her voice
expressing anxiousness in enlightened response. “Oh my God! Have you notified Jim Doyle,
head of Wild Life Services?” Jennifer added, with habitual and unnerving tapping atop the desk.

Jasmine picking up on negative vibes was of two minds to up and leave. In deciding to go rose
to exit the office. No sooner turning her back on Jennifer to leave, the highly distraught woman
brushed past in hastened mobility to get to her Land Rover; the phone left starkly dangling and
resting upon the green carpeted floor.

Jasmine was aghast over such dramatic circumstance of which she was left in the dark to mull
over and fearfully deliberate should something untoward transpire concerning her husband
and cherished friend. In Jasmine’s frantically hurrying that way Foley’s heart begun to palpitate.
In recollection of night sweats and assumed foreboding premonition her worst nightmare may
now have sadly and tragically come to pass!

Chapter Thirty Six

Jasmine reaching the Lake side and area of commotion stopped to catch her breath. The milling
campers and National Parks officials were gathered round an unseen figure upon the ground. A
rescue helicopter looming overhead in hastened landing on a designated area, signalled to Foley,
some person or persons may be severely injured or even worse. On close approach, hesitated to
push through the vociferous crowd, fearing the sight to behold would have devastating effect.
Feeling nauseated and clutching her tummy, taking a deep breath, made her way thereto.
Clasping hand over mouth, Jasmine tearfully broke down at the tragic site before her.

“Why aren’t the God damn parents here? Hasn’t anyone bloody well notified them yet?”
One very angered young woman cried out, dutifully assigned to the camping site’s medical staff.
Kneeling over the body to shield the drowned victim from a distressed mob of onlookers, who
just could not walk away from such heart wrenching tragedy, the tearful medico prayed the
chopper crew would soon remove the young boy’s body.

The second Foley clasped eyes on the lifeless figure, on the one hand her spirits lifted greatly,
but on the other, tears of heartfelt bereavement flowed freely. Jennifer Lamb’s Land Rover pulling
up a short distance saw its driver and two officials dash to the horrific scene. Not long after a
county sheriff’s car arrived and two officers also hurried to investigate.

Jasmine looked all about to see if Jonathan and Andy were among the growing throng. Nowhere
to be seen, her conflicting state of mind quickly devouring its former status of overwhelming
relief. “Where the heck are they for goodness sake’s? Surely to God, Jonathan would have
noticed other alerted campers coming this way and become curious as to what was happening?”
She debated aloud, her consternation coming to the fore.

The sheriff and deputy clearing the campers from the scene, Jasmine made her way back to camp.
Praying to find Jonathan and Andy waiting for her, Foley was beside herself discovering the tent
empty. Deciding to wait it out, put on the kettle and with wild life magazine in hand comforted
herself on a banana chair. A sudden hush had fallen on the camping grounds and the expected
uplifting joviality replaced with lingering solemnity. Jasmine could not get the image of the drowned
ten year old out of her mind. Throwing the journal to the ground cried incessantly into open palms.

“Jasmine! Jasmine!” Andy’s jubilant voice reached out, as he and Jonathan, with two large fish
dangling from their grasp, walked her joyous way. So overwhelmed they were safe and sound,
Foley knocking over the chair and dropping a near full mug of coffee, hurried like the blazes to
fondly embrace her beloved. Sharing the horrific news, the three campers left the bird watching
for another day to chat and console each other in light of sadden tidings and bereaved family’s
loss.
The huge pike and bass were subsequently presented to the taxidermist to duly grace Jonathan
and Andy’s family room wall. The passing days saw an impressive collection of bird and fish
photographs. Sadly the haunting memories of Samuel Carter’s premature passing, proved a
constant reminder for one to carry on as if all was well and good; so it was decided to end the
holiday after only four days stay. Intent on writing her heartfelt commiserations, Jasmine
confidentially obtained the stricken parents address from Jennifer Lamb. As promised, Jonathan
phoned to tell Nina of their homeward return to meet at the diner before final journey to Orlando.
Nina Caruso organised a near future visit to the cottage, embracing and nurturing new friendships
made! Most fortunate for Amber Swift, due to her mother’s severe and enduring case of influenza,
never made it to the holiday camp. The evening of arrival, Andy popped over with sharing the
glorious fishing photos.

Inasmuch as the world of humans and a paranormal deity were in essence far and away removed
from each other, nonetheless, heightened destructive forces in unrestrained continuance would
duly be resultant of cracks appearing in the divinely aligned biospheres and if permitted to run
rampant, eventually beholding the total destruction of a greater universe. Unless the ensuing war
between satanists and hallowed crusading forces brought to resounding halt, the burdening
consequence would know no bounds and a universal history left only for angel’s and demons to
ruminate and appraise for evermore. Destructive forces were already impacting upon planet Earth
and increasing in unrelenting momentum, as flash floods, earthquakes, tsunamis, typhoons and
melting ice caps ravaged terra firma.

Yambo having become at one with all that was holy, instinctively knew satanic uprising had to be
confronted and resisted at all cost. To many it was just another reason to engage in war and
license to kill whomsoever fallen from favour at the time. On horseback with Lords Dordin and
Oberon, he and Morgantha rode to hold counsel with Bihnt and his mystical advisers. The
Lembrakka Prince remained distrusting of the ominous creature and made feelings known to the
Yannik Warlord henceforth approaching the Master Magician with caution.

“Why does the Lembrakka harbour such burning malice towards one professing to soon destroy
the very same demonic enemies?” Lord Oberon quietly enquired of his briefing friend.

“A hardened soldier’s scrutiny of the unruly masses carrying weaponry to defend against
simpleton soldiers and little more, a Yannik warrior might well find credence in Yambo’s hesitancy.

“Perhaps the alchemist shakes hands with the very devil himself and his rewards be one of
immortality, whereby his dark soul and physical presence lingers an eternity?”

Preparing to meet Bihnt, the two freedom fighters suggested Yambo and Morgantha keep low
and vigilant in readiness to flee a moments notice.

‘Were it possible, Yambo would soon lead these loyalist fools from a mad wizard’s clutches.” The
harshly deliberating Lembrakka talked in whispers amongst the intermingling crowds.

“Morgantha finds great difficulty with keeping her composure over Yambo’s wistful delirium. Let
us instead pay heed to the ever encroaching war that might soon see all among us spirited from
this frail sovereignty.”

“Do I not know thee elfin warrior from some time and place before?” A female dwarf passer
by interjected.

‘It is often said, we elfin look so alike. And perhaps some other face comes to a dwarf’s mind?”

“Perhaps so my pretty maiden. Perhaps so. And more’s the pity, for a mistaken dwarf now
must carry illuminating whisperings from beyond the highland gorge to some other elfin archer...”

Upon the dwarfs hastened departure, it was as if a thunderbolt struck our two warriors, for Yambo
and Morgantha’s mindful consideration of a dismissive dwarf’s pondering aloud, came to wonder
If perhaps she bore news of Tipalipasip’s and Goobledooble’s well being and present whereabouts.

Morgantha left Yambo to take after the nimble messenger. Taking the dwarf into her confidence,
wished to discover worthiness of inference made. The elf was to learn that her brother and
Tipalipasip were in the good hands of the Lembrakka clan and Yambo’s father, together with fifty
warriors were coming their way to join in battle against the Volks and their allies.

May. 7, 2010

“Perhaps only trifling uncertainty as to the magician’s professed surety with protective resolve of
pitiful troops this boastful luminary calls to arms? However, my questioning mind now also falls
into a growing measure of doubt. ”

Heeding Bihnt’s proposition regards tactical convergence upon Lord Hedron’s almighty
allied battalions, the freedom fighters rode ahead of the Lord and Master’s chanting followers
to rejoin awaiting crusaders to the cause. Yambo and Morgantha realised time for engaging
the daunting, blood chilling enemy was nigh. The Warlord’s commanding a break of dawn
assault against the outer perimeters of encampment, skirmishes were to be swift and
bountiful in amassing casualties. Soldiers advance in pairs and during surprise confrontations,
look to one another’s backs. The Mooks only to be engaged by archers and to Yambo’s
mindful concern, Morgantha would be at the most perilous forefront of fighting. The night was
spent sharing all manner of solicitude and hopeful aspirations should both live to tell the tale.
On this romantic moonlit night of nights, two noble hearts were to become so lovingly entwined
and once falling victim to slumber’s calling, duly observed by Shazzana in fond embrace.

The early morning light heralded ensuing battle, as the valiant crusaders steered their spirited
steeds toward Harrogate Hill. Soldiers separating in dual attacking formation with each unit’s
Warlord in frontal advance, Yambo to share Zenko’s saddle and Morgantha that of Framm’s.
Demonic battlefront reached, units would divide as fore planned with each of two selecting
prime targets.

Yannik warriors, Shazzana and Bodan quickly targeting three ungainly Karrajong walking
to camp from a night of heavy drinking, prepared to strike and decisively so!
The fuzzy headed trio having little time to discern the two approaching riders allegiance,
with little hope of escape, could do nothing more than hurl abuse in fearful anticipation.
Shazzana's wielded sword saw one stoutly Karrajong’s head roll from its broad bloodied
shoulders. Bodan’s targeting dagger swiftly hitting its ill-fated mark to the back of the neck,
saw a second of an enemy slump to the ground to become carrion for voracious beasts of
prey. Jumping from her mount, Shazzana raced to the third soldier who unsheathing
his sword in stupefying manner raised it above his head in readiness to strike. The
athletic Yannik warrior leaping high into the air struck the floundering giant to the chest and
in his falling, swiftly thrust her sword to the groaning Karrajong’s heart. The assault over
with dizzying accomplishment, Shazzana and Bodan were mounted in readiness to
expediently demonstrate a warring proficiency that was second to none.

Framm and Morgantha entering the fray, coming upon a Volk in the unnerving company
of a monolithic fire-spitting Mook, breathed deeply in tactical deliberated confrontation.
Morgantha stretching her shaft and longbow to the limit, the rider to steer his mount in
separating the two evil harbingers of death. The enemy’s attention focused their way and
preparing to engage in battle, Framm bringing his horse to full striding gallop saw Morgantha
release the arrow the Volks way. The swiftness of encounter was such, the aghast soldier
barely the time to swallow; the missile entering his right ear in evasive turning of his head
to one side.

“I fear the advancing vengeful Mook shall not prove as easy a target Morgantha, for one
dare not get within forty feet of the Herculean, fire-spitting abomination...”

“Morgantha’s archery prowess finds little challenge in delivering a fatal strike from such
distance and all Framm need do is guide his mount the Mook’s way.” The elfin warrior
brimming with confidence boasted in her pending offensive.

The fearless Mook, spying a hefty boulder nearby, focused his gaze upon the stallion.
Unaware of the calculating beast’s intent, Framm would strive to come from behind to
allow sufficient time for his courageous passenger to aim and fire as many times as it
would take to bring a hell bound colossus to its knees and impending death.

First of passing shots saw the slow moving giant struck to the vicinity of its collar bone.
Hardly more than a bee sting, would wait its time towards forward aggression. The horse
coming within range, the moment of Morgantha’s arrow release, saw the Mook take up a
boulder to hurl their unwary way. Morgantha’s weapon deeply penetrating the creature’s
neck, the large stone so forcefully thrown struck the stallion to the chest, the impaction
causing the animal to rear up then fall heavily to one side; bringing both rider and
passenger to bone jolting grief upon the ground.

“Morgantha you must now hurry away before the wounded beast finds renewed strength
towards angered reprisal!” A badly hurt Framm called to her, as she was thrown some
distance from the critically injured horse and managed to have shakily arisen.

Chapter Thirty Eight

Whilst crusading skirmishes to the outskirts of the Volks encampment persisted, a far
distant journey having come to end, Meekah guided her convoy of heavily guarded
wagons into the awaiting hands of Hedron’s tactical advisors. Helped from the wagon
by Garreth, whispered in his ear to smilingly part company and make her way to
Hedron’s Camp for briefing. Lothan was waiting at the entrance to escort the dark
warrior to his brother’s side.

“I trust Meekah’s journey comes this way without some manner of concern? And my
precious living cargo delivered in spirited preparedness to carry out Hedron’s assault
on Harrogate Castle?”

“All goes well my Lord. Only the one trusted caretaker assigned with insuring the caged
beasts remain in good health. And even as we speak, Varden’s rewarding comfort will
soon find him in the welcoming arms of Satan. And if a wearisome soul now be excused
to cleanse the fine red dust from her person, Meekah shall gracefully take her leave, my
Lord?” The smiling assassin said, bowing to the satisfied Overlord’s smiling, nodding
gesture.

Lothan bearing alarming news, on Meekah’s leaving, talked to his brother.

“We need to swiftly address the reported enemy skirmishes to the outskirts of this
encampment. The soldiers under the treacherous command of Lord Oberon are
inflicting heavy casualties and disparagingly, one Mook fallen victim to ambush.”

“A deliberating Volk now anxiously wonders, if perhaps the warring prowess of our allies
might be questioned? It is imperative we see an end to the freedom fighters attacks and
my brother is to command a battalion of Volks to this end.”

Lothan keeping busy with selecting the best soldiers for job at hand, Yambo and
Zenko’s return from a successful enemy incursion was marginally dampened when the
Lembrakka discovered Morgantha injured and resting in Shazzana’s care. He prayed the
elfin archer would hang up her bow and keep away from further fighting, especially
ensuing frontline confrontations. Word of Morgantha’s heroically victorious slaying of a
Mook, in the likeness of a raging bush fire, spread far and wide. A large gathering of
peace keeping soldiers with renewed courage to stand against a common enemy,
becoming unified, sought out the celebrated elfin warrior. This was the providential
resolution warlords hoped for and with a greater holy army amassing and bravely
mobilised, the balance of power and crusaders chance of victory was on par with a
demonic enemy. One among six moving towards Bihnt’s slow advancing legion chatted
to his engrossed audience.

“Lonzo from beyond the valley of Yollander Gravatt tells this elfin warrior walks up to the
unwary giant Mook and sticks her dagger into the salavatin’ monster’s big toe. Now
when’s he bends to scratch his bleedin’ itch, this blessed little darlin’ dashes up his arm
and wiv all her elfin might, she done sticks ‘im good ‘an proper in the God damn eye with
her long bladed dagger.”

“A veritable marvel of nature this Morgantha surely be.” The tallest among them
suggested, his face expressing the wonder pervading the group.

“ I have it on good account this heroic elfin warrior to be an accomplished archer?” A well
informed dark skinned fighter to the cause remarked.

“Maybe this Morgantha just run out of arrows?” One rotund soldier offered plausible
consideration, the others nodding in supportive response; possibly pondering, surely if a
diminutive elfin maiden were able to accomplish so incredulous a feat of heroism, perhaps
they might also mirror such unheralded courage in the face of unparalleled danger.

Onset of nightfall found our band of twelve freedom fighters with Yambo and a recovered
Morgantha preparing to bed down. Lord Oberon walked in private counsel with the Yannik
Warlord. The unfolding conversation centred round the status of their diminishing numbers.
It was suggested one commander with two hardened soldiers journey to Bihnt’s nearby
encampment with recruiting suitably skilled partisans. Lord Dordin would leave at dawn in
the company of Zenko and Shazzana.

The world of humans afflicted by increasing turmoil, as direct consequence of a prolonged
destructive legacy embracing paranormal divinity, the ever growing Imbalance might
expeditiously bear witness to planet Earth’s total destruction.

Lothan riding in the company of eight highly skilled Volks, finding and taking to task the
freedom fighters, the Overlord commanded his far reaching armies to mobilise; seeing six
wagons carrying thirty caged Mordok's to the battle front. The soldiers keeping vigil at
Harrogate Castle were soon alerted and a blowing of horns sounded ensuing attack.
King Lemnos ensured his daughter and all civilians escorted to the subterranean
chambers to keep safe. Knowing only soldiers abounded in defensive readiness against
imminent incursion, the king summoned Onslow to his side. The attempt against the white
wizard’s life thwarted and dark wizard imprisoned in the embodiment of a white dove
forevermore, Onslow used his mystical powers to assist the war effort.

May. 8, 2010

End of Fantasy Story continued in Gallery Three