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Post by Antaglha Xhenerös Somelieir on Apr 24, 2013 13:35:11 GMT -6
Please post your competition entrys here. For your Provincial Heat
Thanks Evan
(P.S. Sorry for Barging in!)
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Post by D. N. Vercáriâ on Apr 24, 2013 14:15:05 GMT -6
Provincial heat? (We're closer to Antarctica -and Pengöpäts, therefor - than any other province,,, but wait, we're also closer to the Equator. So, yeah, heat. )
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Post by Antaglha Xhenerös Somelieir on Apr 24, 2013 14:17:24 GMT -6
Lol. Its where you enter for the provincial "round" if you will.
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Post by C. Carlüs Xheraltescù on Jun 2, 2013 9:27:03 GMT -6
S:reu Cuntainça, when's the closing date for this competition?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2013 9:34:41 GMT -6
How many entries are we allowed? Also, seeing as no-one has submitted anything yet would it be wise to create an example? If so, I'd be more than happy to!
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Sir Tamorán dal Navâ
Shackamaxon man/Can you tell me where you stand?
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Talossan Since: 2-21-1998
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Post by Sir Tamorán dal Navâ on Jun 3, 2013 9:16:56 GMT -6
I have a complete book of poetry (actually two) I can submit. Do we want a complete massive work or just portions? The book is about 75 pages (so not very long), but I'd be happy to submit it (PDF or EPUB).
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Post by Antaglha Xhenerös Somelieir on Jun 3, 2013 18:53:51 GMT -6
Alice. You are more than welcome to post examples. And if you wish we could count it as a series, but of the same entry, if that makes sense. But you can only enter 1 piece in one overall category.
Sir Tamorian i think that you should chose three pieces for the provincial round and one for the semis and the finals. Even though I'm tempted just do provincial heats this round and do the other mentioned rounds next year to give more time for entry's. But I'm undecided of yet.
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Sir Tamorán dal Navâ
Shackamaxon man/Can you tell me where you stand?
Posts: 772
Talossan Since: 2-21-1998
Motto: Cedo nulli.
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Post by Sir Tamorán dal Navâ on Jun 4, 2013 9:15:33 GMT -6
I think I'll pick particular items for submission. But I would suggest next time you have these sorts of details figured out well ahead of time.
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Post by Antaglha Xhenerös Somelieir on Jun 4, 2013 9:30:50 GMT -6
This is a test run to figure out what would work. Itll take this time and then the next competition to properly finalise and detail the competition rules. So i do appologise for this. Im just getting a feel for how it should be run. Again i apoligise
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Sir Tamorán dal Navâ
Shackamaxon man/Can you tell me where you stand?
Posts: 772
Talossan Since: 2-21-1998
Motto: Cedo nulli.
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Post by Sir Tamorán dal Navâ on Jun 5, 2013 14:01:51 GMT -6
Here's ye go: Chapter XVI of Callidus: Præcipuam Ruinarum
XVI
Barren and hard, the smoke rose round him: Choronzon, careful and swift; an almost ancient odor swung softly in the air clinging tight in his grip. The demons and angels battled all near him – whereas he was but both and yet neither – caught betwixt all of those forces behind him and the armies emerged in front of either. The long-seen battle resuming, with a dart of blood and a twinge of pain: to take heart in the conflict and with his eyes to take great aim sacrifice the virgin if the virgin’s a son as scriptures are written in tears and the ledger is packed ever so tightly as his soul ever grows in arrears – running the melee from inside to outside – and if rain dared yet clouding the air the demon’s lewd army, Andrealphus commands, swept down upon the plain, full aware And his voice like a whisper, now it just mutters as they flew past his gaze far underneath Following were Shimidon, Bathin, and Negeph, their weapons well-sharpened, removed from their sheaths Approaching from the opposite side, angels – no, sir, these were not of white satin ilk – led by Bath Shir: Chelemish, Aspheqel, and Abdaron, with their eyes on fire and their fists on the hilts; all in a row, grasping swords and feet rushing and thundering harder through the sky beating the clouds apart, leaving no trail as their wards and charges were all soon to die. Bathin charged at Chelemish, slicing her open A rain began to fall, the land became muddied Their banners were soaking up water and life As the silks held by bearers all became bloodied.
ere of the angels part from pride fell into error; they would no longer do what was best for themselves, deeper in fright, as were cowed from great terror, their hearts lept from their breasts to somewehere else
Rise up, O Callidus, and let thine enemies be scattered; Let them who oppose thee be vanquished and battered, And let them that hate thee flee before thee, May they ever remember never assail thee. Return, O Eligius, unto Feórann and her vast multitudes. With their spirits unbroken and their stolid, unswayed moods. As smoke is driven away, so drive all thine foes far away: As the gulls are dispersed, let them fly as they may. So let the foolish be punished as they stand in his ire, And the wicked perish at his presence, as wax melts in the fire, But let the righteous be glad, as they rejoice before our king: Yea, let them exceedingly rejoice, let their praises ever ring.
And battle was brought on him, the tumult of strife The conflict upon him, the summit of life. The people of the south and then those from the east Set now upon him like a great foaming beast The men from beyond here, they so gathered a host And the men from on high and the messengers utmost They marched forth 'cross the valley, fully armored and steady The warriors unbowing, the blood-lust so ready And in their eyes was a hatred, but a notion before So now came the men fierce in fight, ripe for war. The spears and the woven mail-coats how they glistened, With their breath in the air, and ears closely they listened. Then with shouts and with clash of shields they lifted in breeze The standard of battle, as it snapped and it seized. Openly fighters gathered at once all together, 'pon horses and foot, clad in iron and leather And the throng then marched forth, as sure as they knew With a spirit as steely as the air in the blue From a wolf in the wood, hung a war-song he howled, In anticipation of carnage, as he hoped and he vowed And at the rear of the foe, there a spread-wingéd raptor Shrieked his note for the valley, as they shuddered in capture.
With a final stroke, one last swing, Callidus awoke in the daylight, Lain in camp On meadows among the valleys In a tent not held by shadow Yet held by shadows And ever he thought to himself “I am he who becomes the singular wrath I am the one who has been chosen to deliver release:
There are lines. And when those lines are crossed, then I will come down on them like the Hand of God. And I often do. I am a righteous and loud warrior.
I am will and focus; I am blood and anger. I am power and might; I am hate and hell-fire. I am lightning and fury; I am thunder and tumult. I am sage and I am wise, but I am the tiger’s blood and wrath. But only if lines are crossed and in their crossing they are not remedied.
I will not fold; I will not fail. I will not be swayed nor moved. I am a force unbound. I am the chase.
I am the fire and storm. Passion. Strength. Daring.
I am become rage
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Post by C. Carlüs Xheraltescù on Jun 5, 2013 15:32:59 GMT -6
Evan, could you enlighten us as to when the closing date is?
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Post by Antaglha Xhenerös Somelieir on Jun 5, 2013 15:45:54 GMT -6
Its in the Main Rules thread in Witt. But its the 30th june 2013
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Sir Tamorán dal Navâ
Shackamaxon man/Can you tell me where you stand?
Posts: 772
Talossan Since: 2-21-1998
Motto: Cedo nulli.
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Post by Sir Tamorán dal Navâ on Jun 6, 2013 9:27:14 GMT -6
I'm readying two more entries. So be on the lookout!
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Post by C. Carlüs Xheraltescù on Jun 6, 2013 9:56:41 GMT -6
Alice. You are more than welcome to post examples. And if you wish we could count it as a series, but of the same entry, if that makes sense. But you can only enter 1 piece in one overall category. Sir Tamorian i think that you should chose three pieces for the provincial round and one for the semis and the finals. Even though I'm tempted just do provincial heats this round and do the other mentioned rounds next year to give more time for entry's. But I'm undecided of yet. Am I to understand then that one can enter multiple pieces of poetry, but only one piece of visual art?
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Sir Tamorán dal Navâ
Shackamaxon man/Can you tell me where you stand?
Posts: 772
Talossan Since: 2-21-1998
Motto: Cedo nulli.
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Post by Sir Tamorán dal Navâ on Jun 6, 2013 11:58:58 GMT -6
ENTRY #2: Chapter XXII of Callidus: Præcipuam Ruinarum
XXII
I will declare thy name unto my brethren: in the midst of the congregation will I praise thee.
AND SO The army camped near at hand beside the river, nobles about their prince, with arms to deliver In the space of a single night, that night after first they beheld the movement of their enemies at their worst. Then to the king when he fell asleep, he did see a vision of brilliance which gave hope to he. A messenger appeared before him in the form of a man, whom he saw radiant and more glorious than any he had ever seen in his entire life before. (These things he saw he often ere the clash of war.) Then there he clad in his helmet, stirred up, and stared and the messenger, all in light, spoke up and declared:
"O Callidus, the king of all, wielder of fates and lord of all hosts, We hath commanded to offer thee a covenant, above all judgment and all boasts Fear thou not, Eligius, though strangers may approach thee with threat Be confident in approach and caution, but never to forget Look toward those in heaven, where stands the spirits of glory. Shall thee there find your assistance and the token of victóry."
But he knew, as he thought, and he said to himself: There stands now an island, where these others are dwelt That island, surrounded by fens, is now most secure. The thoughts of the men are neither noble nor pure There on the island dwell those bloodthirsty men, With dreams of burying these remains deep in the fen.
"Hail, Callidus! Brightest angel sent to man throughout earth Whose work is but pure and who is foremost in worth! Thou bright above all stars, steadfast like the warmth of the sun The courteous and true, all hearken the anointed one! Ever shall thee shine with thy divine inner light As the time of every season, as deep as dark is in night."
The quiet enveloped the council of generals that Robert assembled, and the whispers grew as he entered the chamber. His robes flew behind him, creating a breeze. His demeanor blank; his blood cold His mouth curled in a curse on his enemies Never an angrier man have I seen
“I call on God… And it comes. As it always will.”
And the general-king will never rule from a throne, rather, shall he always rule in a battlefield...
Visellius asked: “What hangs on thy brow, my king?”
The answer: “Altaine will be the scourge to conquer this island.”
“Surely Feórann will not fall?”
“Aye, it will – it will fall.”
Visellius, his sly grin fading, turns: “My lord, this will not happen. Feórann is a strong kingdom brought forth by God…”
“It will fall! Never lie to yourself. Feórann has its weaknesses, too, and eventually Altaine will take these very lands we weep over!”
Do I have a choice just one choice which I can boast about? I need one chance and one chance alone, to help me find my true mind! It’s hiding and it’s up to me to find it. I must find it soon. I have my duty. I have my honor. I have my foot caught in my mouth. Shoved way back in there, and I simply say: is there a choice?
All the while Naevius and Visellius, generals, encouraged the men, They culled the spirit of war, drew it out from within, with their words bade their soldiers that they should stand firm on the field, Their armor without give, strong their weapons they wield. But t'was Naevius who stripped himself out of the crowd The sword at his side as he drew it, blade crying aloud And he rushed at his king with abandon (for he knew what he meant) And swung wide, screaming "To put him to death, but with wrathful intent!" And stepping aside, and with a soft sweeping glide, Eligius drew his blade and cut down the traitor, who died, leaving nothing stirring, for the king proved much, much stronger but in only one motion there was motion no longer.
Now with the crowd gathered round, their hearts and hands numb, Then found he that spoke he, to the room full of faces struck dumb:
"Lo! I will tell thee of the fairest of dreams, Them that had came in the sweet darkness of sleep. Beholding these visions, I was at once enraptured by light And held in the cool of the great, green, grasping deep. All earth laid before me, laid flat and spread thin The worlds of the world shining bright like fine jewels With sharply-lit points where the lines crossed within, And the eyes of lords all upon it, there in the oceans like pools, I in wonder, I beheld all the earth and hearkened before it Yet there was I weeping, seeking all that was golden in hue And a beacon was flashing, to draw me nearer and nearer, With a shiver of fear, sought I in this world pure and true Many years have now passed, they have gone from my story, Still I recall all these pictures held deep in my mind. I lay there on edges of some hard golden forests When footsteps approached and my home were they to find Strange foes seized hold upon me and they to me awaken, Bore me upon shoulders and then marched up to the hill Where a bare, barren tree stood alone at its fallow peak Fastened me there, so then they had claimed a sacrifice fill'd. So has Naevius sinned, he has fouled all we've made He insulted us both together, and with the move he played He accidentally achieved his goal of blood upon the throne: I am entirely drenched with blood, but none of it my own."
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