2015-02-28 4208  words, 67.87 WPM 18.92 % typo

Day 186: 4208 words in 62 minutes making the WPM: 67.87! Error rate: 18.92 %

“I got confused. It was common. I had no trouble reading it. But I could only read common.

“What do you mean? It’s common, surely? I can only read common” The man shook his head.

“Well , whatever language it is, I can’t read it. I feel the advanced powerful magic in here, but I cannot disenchant it, Nor break it. There a is some biological link. That makes it impossible for me. Maybe the court ma high-mage can help you.”

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2015-02-26 4068   words, 68.95 WPM 16.45 % typo

Day 185: 4068 words in 59 minutes making the WPM: 68.95! Error rate: 16.45 %

“I managed to carry the kid to shore. Then set down my rope. Rummaging through my backpack. Also waterproofed. I worked my way to the emergency pack. And found a pair of red glasses. They’d been enchanted to give the wearer special vision. I was a well known traveller. That said, I was not a hero. I could save lives. And did so as much as possible, grabbing the rope. I anchored it in a rock, that had suddenly become visible by the sudden oncoming tide.

The weather was horrible. I had the boy stay. And tied the end of the rope to my self. The glasses hung slinging from a rope that kept it tied to my neck. I’d lost a pair before, they were not cheap. Covering them came a pair of swimmers glasses. The red glasses allowed me to see in the heat spectrum. It’d been a thought of mine to integrate the heat-glasses into the swimming goggles, but I had not had the time. I could spot a little shape, the heat signature looking like a human. The kid looked terrified. I made my way to the shore. Being sure to skip into the water as fast as I could to not sink into the mudded ground.

A dramatic swim to the shape, I managed to throw my arm around their neck. And started pulling the rope with my remaining arm. It was a horrible few seconds as I fought with the rope. When I suddenly felt the rope pull taut. I also felt myself dragged. Barely managing to keep my head above water, I turned. And could see another man standing by the rope.”

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2015-02-24 4056  words, 67.6 WPM 23.69 % typo

Day 183: 4056 words in 60 minutes making the WPM: 67.6! Error rate: 23.69 %

“”Its a secret section. When the ban on Ancient class spells were put into effect, I was able to save all these books. I’ve been working in this library ever since. Making sure to acquire the needed resources. This is also where the resources for the herbal salves that you can buy everywhere at a discount are made.

The money that comes back, or magic that is traded is enough to run this library for a long time. And that is the the general idea. They provide the school with a revenue that will allow it to run even longer than the budgets would have allowed it to run before.

I was in shock.

Allow me.” The man stuck out a gloved hand. “Ah, It’s better you know the truth now. ” he said, and un-gloved his hand.

I backed away a bit when I saw that he had no flesh on his hand. A skeletal hand reached out. ” Go on, take it. Shake it. ” Hesitantly, I worked my courage up to grab the hand. There was something that felt so wrong. So so wrong.

“I am Zerxes. The Necromancer. ” The man said. I heard the name, and the pieces started to fall into place. “

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2015-02-23 4099  words, 68.32 WPM 20.83 % typo

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“There was no knowing what kind of a creature this man was.

However that was not so important. So long that you respected the books. And worked to make sure they would be put back where they belonged.

I’d been working hard to figure out how to find my way to the classes more effectively. ” ~ Unknown student, The Ancient Magical University

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2015-02-22 4056  words, 68.75 WPM 21.89 % typo

Day 181: 4056 words in 59 minutes making the WPM: 68.75! Error rate: 21.89 %

“The vistas are still pretty. These giants near flooded their own lands, they’ve dug so far down into the earth, that things start to get hot. And gases gather there. They have to pump air down into those places to let the people we working there breathe.

The little man” Has offered me herbal tea which I have accepted. Hopping he knows what is poisonous to me. I am quite sure he is human. But he might not be.

Are several reasons why I have been ordered travel here. It was not something I did on my own. I am to serve as some sort of spy. Well, spy is a bit aggressive. I’ve gotten the order to write everything down. So I’ve been doing that for some days now. It’s hard though. Constantly writing. And the paper keeps growing thin. The man that I am staying with keeps handing me more paper. As if he knows. I’ve had a few moments terrified that he can read thoughts. Which would be impractical. He’s the one that told me that the gods had arrived with these giants.

Apparently this was an embassy for the people they had brought with them. The giants that is. “The Little people” their moniker is.”  ~ Art Bech , Ambassador ( in the land of the giants, hosted by one of the little people )

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2015-02-21 4077  words, 75 WPM 29.24 % typo

Day 180: 4077 words in 60 minutes making the WPM: 75! Error rate: 29.24 %

“We’d not been particularly interested in the stars. They’d been something to look at, to be afraid of. It was something we knew were the. We had not been able to carry any of our people through the air.

Only warlocks if pulling heavily on their warrens could fly. And even then after a few minutes they would be drained.” ~ Cerun, The Wanderer

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2015-02-20 4036 words, 73.38 WPM 22.94 % typo

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“Sure we knew telepathic communications were possible. However we had no reason to believe gods would care about man.

Now that was an interesting thought. The gods of the the previous universe. What would they do when this being trying to consume our universe.

A terrible thought occurred to me. What if they hadn’t really been in any danger.

It was something I had not considered for a little over the half year we had been here.

It was startling to me hat that I had not thought of them. They were huge power-figures after all.

Another thought struck me. If they were as we were convinced that the in universe would end. Wouldn’t they gather all the power they could, then escape? And would they really escape this with us? It was a real possibility. I had no idea.” ~ Cerun, The Wanderer

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2015-02-19 4006 words, 74.19 WPM 28.33 % typo

Day 178: 4006 words in 54 minutes making the WPM: 74.19! Error rate: 28.33 %

“My hands are getting tired of writing this on paper. These journals. They are important. I am an historian. And there has to be a history. There has to be something we can tell our children. I am awaiting one with my wife. We were already waiting when we left our old universe. The little people has not made contact since they left us some decades ago. Now I have to go back.

The first tools of metals were made from some copper-like substances. The metal wasn’t entirely the same. But its properties were similar. We had a few instruments when we came through. They had even managed to survive the trip here. The power required to power it, would be generated with some of our last solid state power generators that we had brought of over from the other universe.

They were easily the most effective ones we had. However we could not power them forever. We had been counting on this. The mass spectrometers were there mostly for finding more fuel to refine for those generators. And if possible to find more materials that we could use. We looked for materials that were similar to our own that we could easily integrate and or change to our match or our knowledge of the old universe. There were many professors that would discuss how this world differed and if it did after all.”  ~ Cerun, The Wanderer

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2015-02-18 4027 words, 77.9 WPM 28.17  % typo

Day 177: 4027 words in 52 minutes making the WPM: 77.9! Error rate: 28.17 %

“Looking to our spells, we could find nothing. We were second in the leaving of the colonies. Exiting our own universe, it is a strange thing to think about. Spells never tried before. Things never attempted. Nobody has ever tried casting teleportation spells that disintegrate their own traces. However the little people are certain that they can make it happen.

There have been test-casts. Nothing was left from that either. And the warlock that left, was unable to return. There was too much at stake. Since it moved the person any direction both on the scale of time, and the scale of possibility, there were problems should he return. That meant he had found out how. Which was something we would like to not know, nor the presence that was draining our universe. The threat that lives between universes.

The Portal opens.”

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2015-02-17 4027 words, 67.12 WPM 23.09 % typo

Day 176: 4027 words in 60 minutes making the WPM: 67.12! Error rate: 23.09 %

“The little man seemed to grow a couple of feet. It looked like he was inflating again. His presence started covering the premises of the room again. In an ironclad warm blanket, getting ready to be lulled back to sleep. “The time when the Elder Tree almost ripped itself from the earth it stood in. And nearly broke the planet in half. That’s a tale that I should manage in your class. Perhaps not completely in this time, however I should manage it.”

“A dark, little town. Located at the very edge of the Forester realm. That’s where the tale starts. It starts with a suitably unassuming little boy. His name? Steve. Now, unlike what you might think, Steve didn’t come from a long lost lord’s family. He was the son of a farmer. His father had been working farms his whole life, and his father before him, and on and on.

Now, that sets the colours of the tale. The town. It bordered the largest swampland known to us. It stretched for days, in some cases weeks. The villagers of the little hobble of cottages. They mostly worked with the land. Which was wet. But they managed to catch slimy fish, eels and similar bug-eating fish. There were alligators, but the people of this land had found a way of behaving that made alligator attacks nearly extinct.

And when the creatures did attack, they knew the ways to get the wounds to heal through both magic and herbs. These ways made them work in their healing wards. The region was known for this little town’s healing wards. However the town was hard to find, and if you weren’t an experienced traveller, you would most likely need the wards. People would heal within days, not weeks. Where other places would work for weeks, months, sometimes years.

I was not going to speak too long about the town. Because it is a blip on the map of the travels of this boy. This boy, when he grew out of his bed. The little cottage anyone that grows large enough to get out of their mothers womb gets. That one. The lad was thrown out into the swamps. When he resurfaced. He was no longer at home. Something felt wrong. Like he was pulled through something to somewhere.

And then. Before anything else. He felt sand. Sand everywhere. Breathing was hard. He fell through the cracks of the world. And there. The boy had been spit out in a desert. He had heard of the desert. Never though thought anything about it. It was in the stories, after all. Now it was not in a story any longer. His desire to get home, nearly brought him back. It felt like there was a way back the same route he came here. “” ~ The storyteller – Friend of Helga Leger

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2015-02-16 4039 words, 59.4 WPM 19.88 % typo

Day 175: 4039 words in 68 minutes making the WPM: 59.4! Error rate: 19.88 %

“Helga waved the young Alonzo Stormdancer over to the podium. “Could you show us how far you got with the tale?” The boy nodded, however he was unsure if he had been good enough. Helga could see that. It was not until he had moved away from the seat, that the storyteller was able to see that there had been a painters gear there. The desk had been angled away from the podium.

There were some students that preferred to take notes in this way. Not having to angle their heads or eyes in the strange downward facing that Flat desks did entail. There, I could sense the gaze of the man change. It was something of a delight to see the surprise, as he looked over the paintings. The boy was a natural talent, and commanded the colours of paint intensely. Using what I could only describe as magic to both make sure there was a thin line where there needed to be, and incredible speed when there was a lot to paint.

The twenty or so paintings that he had finished in the time the man had been telling the build-up to his tale. A particular painting caught the eye of the storyteller, and they started tearing up. Starting the lesson by telling a little of himself, and how he started his job as a storyteller.

There had been a few descriptions of how his life had started. What had given him the interest to tell stories. There were a thing that would always stay with him.” ~ Averey Bendel, Trainee Storyteller

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2015-02-15 4051 words, 64.3 WPM 23.28 % typo

Day 174: 4051 words in 63 minutes making the WPM: 64.3! Error rate: 23.28 %

“Men and women from all parts of the country are gathering, whatever they can carry off value. Backpacks filled with non-perishable food. Backpacks of tech. There are so many things they need. We need. It’s not long before we have a sixth, nearly of all our population. It’s a staggering number.

We hope to not run into a battle when we arrive, but we are sure there will or might be some hostilities where we arrive if the place is already occupied. Therefore we look like there might be a battle. The armed forces carry not only gear for their own survival, and their armour, and their weapons.

Activation day is getting ever closer.” ~ Cerun, The Wanderer

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2015-02-14 4055 words, 56.32 WPM 15.34 % typo

Day 174: 4055 words in 72 minutes making the WPM: 56.32! Error rate: 15.34 %

“We’re working on how to make sure there will be survivable places. That might add the cost of the spell. But we think the man or woman carrying the souls would not mind carrying a few more.

The man stepped down, the giant sheet of paper was enlarged enough the probability equations he had calculated was feasible by all. He’d managed the improbable and likely impossible, feat of pressing the spell to the optimal threshold of getting almost all the energy out of the souls, but still allowing them to maintain a form, and their memories.

I was impressed. And starting to feel a lot better. “Now”

The king was speaking again. “We haven’t brought you here to simply tell you all this. You have been attached to the armed forces. It is a mandatory motion, that will allow you to command them in the party you will be going through. We’ve calculated each party to be able to carry all your family members, and children to fill the rest of the slots.

There will be a few left here but we will send anyone that knows the equations, and or probability factors to the rest of the spells through in the case of the whatever is eating our reality, begin able to calculate or even understand our language. We do not want them to be able to follow us.” ~ Cerun, The Wanderer

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2015-02-13 4172 words, 69.53 WPM 21.62 % typo

Day 172: 4172 words in 60 minutes making the WPM: 69.53! Error rate: 21.62 %

“The land was maintained by the little insects that swarmed the landscape. It had been some fifty years since the large calamity that scorched the earth. There were nothing left, except for small pockets that still for some reason still had access to the lush forests that were once covering the continent. It’d taken no more than one man to man make sure that all those lives were not lost.

This man, was an ancestor of mine. He had long since passed. Well, Not long since. It was an accepted truth that he probably still lived. However the manner in which he lived was nothing compared to the I did. From what we could see the efforts he put together to make something that would last a long time long after himself. It looked to be working. It was technically not rule by family. It’d been a single year since that time. How they managed to make the first-borne actually grab the throne, it was something of a mystery to the extended relations.

Fair enough. My opening paragraph might have been no more than some fifty or so years late. It was actually meant to say a hundred or so years. The exact date is not something the commonality remember. We don’t really care that much. Only the throne seems to be interested in making that distinction. The counting of the seasons, and years is something that we have given up a long time ago. Mostly since there are a couple of ways of counting time, and none of them interface well.

So we leave that to the educated masses. Right, I was describing the huge desert that stretches around the continent. It was something of a safe-guard. There were other entrances to our lands. However most of them were guarded by gatekeepers. Their families had been making themselves rich by trade. There are certain laws that they have to keep, but they are free to trade products from the kingdom and boundless harvests so long that the fauna isn’t harmed in the process.” ~ Bol, Storyteller – distant relation of King Alonzo

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2015-02-12 4169 words, 59.56 WPM 26.82 % typo

Day 171: 4169 words in 70 minutes making the WPM: 59.56! Error rate: 26.82 %

“The ride to the point went fast. Faster than I could remember.. However the horse would be steaming when I let him rest. We were riding the horses rather hard so we would be there in time to do the minimum needed preparations.

The girl was already there when we got there, she waved behind me, “All alone? I guess we see what you are made out of.” Her beautiful eyes were shining. Shit. I was certain that I had been riding with my grounds. If I had to do their work, I would have to reach for the leylines. Thankfully the leylines were closer to the surface at this location.

Being the point for many a storm, it was well managed, and well drawn forth. Hundreds of grounds had pulled on the leylines that intersected here. Come to think of it, I wondered if the leylines were here first. It was not something known to happen. Leylines moving. But I guessed it was possible. Given that these had once been laying far beneath the surface.” ~ Victor, Storm Dancer

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2015-02-11 4065 words, 65.56 WPM 20.07 % typo

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“Our numbers slowly grew. There were a few of us that went wandering outside our original borders. The mountains seemed forgotten. I sensed a storm. Far on the outreaches of my own senses. However I sensed it. And I sensed something going wrong with it. Thereafter it slowly diminished. Walking as slowly as I could, using my red vision, to avoid stepping on anyone. Or anything if I could avoid it. I made as little noise as possible, walked up to the storm. Managing nearly to reach it before it dissipated. There, in the middle of the place where the storm had vanished.

I saw another creature. A man. He had two more at his side. And a few steps from that, I sense saw another group. There were five in all. Those that shone the brightest were the men in the middle. I had no idea how, but they had so much magic inside them that I think not even our magical protections in the skin would hide it. They didn’t care to hide it. And then there was a train of marbles. Small tiny glass marbles. That contained magic. And such a quantity of magic. It was immense I was terrified that they could gather this much into those tiny little objects.

I could accidentally crush one while on a stroll. I walked away. Soon though, I was followed. Curiously by one of the magicians that had been there. He caught up with me. Probably through warren. I was loathe to provide access to our warren. so I did not rip a hole here. There were rules those with enough power could hitch a ride in others footsteps even through unfamiliar warrens. And this magician had enough power. “Hey there, don’t run!

The man shouted. I walked slowly making sure not to step on the tiny form. It was hard enough as it was, without his light blinding me. “I just want to talk ” The man had said. I wondered that. I was afraid he might hurt me. I could not see any harm in his heart. “Ah, so it is true.” Your eyes, their look is piercing. Like you can see straight through any mask I put on” The man said. I slowly stat down. ” What do you want?” I asked.

The sound of my voice so unfamiliar to myself in this environment, I could be heard for many many miles. There were a few things I would like to ask of this human, Was he not afraid? “Don’t worry, I plan to ask you questions, and I bet you want to ask me questions, I propose one question, one answer then the others turn?” He looked sharp, too sharp for his age. A sheepish smile adorned his lips. ” ~ Cerun, The Wanderer

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 2015-02-10 4261 words, 71.02 WPM 23.00 % typo

Day 169: 4261 words in 60 minutes making the WPM: 71.02! Error rate: 23.00 %

“He looked at me with compassion in his eyes. “To be such a young Vampyre and have this conundrum. It is amazing that you have not fallen. I hope you will. Because that is what is the most attractive to me. Your inability and will to fall into the trap of Vampyre heritage of violence.

The man looked beyond my eyes, and into the starts behind us. “You need to go. This has taken a lot longer than you think and your show is about to start.” I reviewed what I had learnt. The rage I had gotten rid of today, was rage that had leaked into a mental plane within myself. I wondered the significance that he had been able to enter without difficulties. I had no idea. The trainer was still standing there when I blinked away. He would come for me in the morrow for our next lesson. For some reason the man carried a lot of legaleese documents.

Apparently it was a thing to be well versed in legaleese in the Vampyre world. He wanted me to sign a few documents as he called it. It’d only take five minutes he said. But before that we needed to make an adjustment immediately. I had been told to come to an abandoned bunker. I could easily get back by blinking. My Vampyre was getting so much better at knowing our location that he and I could get back with one or two jumps. It was something of a sport amongst he Vampyres apparently to spend the least number of jumps when Blinking.” ~ Kimberly, Trueborn cursed Vampyre

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 2015-02-09 4180 words, 64.31 WPM 17.15 % typo

Day 168: 4180 words in 65 minutes making the WPM: 64.31! Error rate: 17.15 %

It was hard to explain to Peter what had happened. But I grabbed the man, and lifted him over my shoulder. His body felt light. Peter looked at me quizzically. There were some seconds of silence before I left Peter behind for my trailer.

I had little in common with the man. However I would not kill him, like my Vampyre wanted. The thing could not spin things long into the future, about his own nose, that was the length of his foresight. I’d have to explain to him positive things of having a live were-beast. It should be pretty obvious.

The man that was now limply lying on my shoulders, looked to be about twenty. Maybe thirty. I’d never been good with ages. That might have come from my parents looking like they were eighty, while themselves claiming they were forty. In their human form they looked really really old. I expect this was to compensate for the knowledge they contained. There had to be multitudes of knowledge that made them work they way they did.

 

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 2015-02-08 4284 words, 71.4 WPM 20.07 % typo

Day 167: 4284 words in 60 minutes making the WPM: 71.4! Error rate: 20.07 %

“”You’re first again? ” She said, ans I entered the classroom. “Yeah, the signs are obvious to me. ” I said. IT was the truth. “I detect no signs of falsehoods from you. “Looking around the classroom, she looked lie she was truck by something. “You’re that kid that isn’t on the lists, right?” I nodded.

“I’m nos supposed to grade you, but I think I will. I like your style, And I think i you can teach the other students more. You are so in tune with the environment that the anchors I leave for you to scry for is clear to you. I need to learn that. It’d been an amazing skill to have. “your anchors is not the reason why my senses are this good.” I said scorning.

She looked as if she had been bitten by a snake, Face twisting. “Look, I’m sorry ” The tone grew softer.” ~ Alonzo Storm

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 2015-02-07 4570 words, 76.17 WPM 31.84 % typo

Day 166: 4570 words in 60 minutes making the WPM: 76.17! Error rate: 31.84 %

“There is a leyline running straight underneath this place. That is one of the more interesting things. They have a leyline running straight underneath the school. It’s rather close by the building seven. More so there is a bend underneath the very same building, which I am standing on top of. This made me think there had been dancer here before.

Because the leyline is actually thicker underneath this building. Thus it occurred to me that the dancer that built the building probably danced here a lot, and those changes happened to the leyline as a result. It was tall enough to end up right under the ceiling. Which made reaching out to the storm not too far.

Therefore I was wondering the implications of my findings when I had been dancing a few times I noticed that the building started repairing itself.

It had been in disrepair for quite some time. However as soon as I started dancing. It repaired itself. Therefore I was thinking this building was a Stormdancer construction.

Lightning arcs shot off from my feet. the magical energy riding through my back, and unto the feet then shot into the roof of the conductive building.” ~ Alonzo Storm

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 2015-02-06 4044 words, 64.19 WPM 21.09 % typo

Day 165: 4044 words in 63 minutes making the WPM: 64.19! Error rate: 21.09 %

“Looking through our little table. I could see that Mia was eating a bit more protein than she usually would. Alexander didn’t do much extra, Storm, he looked around, then poured something strange scenting into his glass. He offered it to me, and I smelled a bit. I Really really wanted to gobble up all of it. My Vampyre was crazed at it. I restrained him down rather easily, and was able to settle with the boring food on my plate, I did however spike my drink. The blood was that of a were-beast that had lived some centuries past.

I’d managed to find another stack of it in another blood-bank. Taking it out, and storing it in the Freaq. There everyone accepted me. Here, only the Group Helga had made accepted me. However they their acceptance was far better than the scorn I was getting from the rest of the crowd. I looked through the crowds searching for my first match. I was left to my own devices after the food was consumed. On my way back to my room to get my war-staff, I was surprised by someone that was going to punish me for my sins apparently. I could see there was not much power lain behind his fist. Even with his magical bolstering, I could not quite figure out why he was hitting me.

The boy seemed genuinely surprised when I didn’t even budge. The robe was so heavy it absorbed all of his efforts. “Look, I really really don’t have the time to deal with this. If you are quite finished, I would like to leave now. “

The boy simply stared at me. As I stepped past the somewhat docile creature that had been so very big and tough just moments before. I stomped.

I knew I shouldn’t have, my weight were placed on the foot in front, and the back foot stomped. I knew there was a carrying structure under my front foot, so my weight was wonderfully carried. The plate in the floor behind me broke. Just pulverised. To the surprise of people walking in the hallway below this one.

The person that had tried punching me stood there gaping. I had no time to explain or harass them back. Entering my room, I gathered my staff.

We made a connection as we always did before he did his line of work. There was an expectant air to him. “The tournament is still going on? I thought they ended this old thing centuries ago.”” ~ Kimberly, Trueborn cursed vampyre

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 2015-02-05 4240 words, 56.53WPM 17.08 % typo

Day 164: 4240 words in 75 minutes making the WPM: 56.53! Error rate: 17.08 %

“They fell asleep for real. The darkness took their pain away for a few hours more.

It was far past mid-day when the inspector arrives. The  condition of the children is not much better.

The inspector takes one look on the children, then leaves a little black rock on each of their bed stands. Their conditions immediately improve. And they know, they’re going to be changing schools.

Irrevocably.

They will become magicians. Not knowing if this is good or bad. Warlocks, maybe.

Their parents silently cry as the man tells them the procedures that they will have to endure. On the plus side, the parents are expected to be reimbursed for their troubles.

The children manage to see tail of the inspector as he leaves as they get out of bed for the first time in a week or two. Their parents calls in sick. And they manage to make it a day of joy. They will probably not see their kids again. At least for a few years. Probably not at all. The state has strange rules for children that are picked up for becoming magicians.

The parents has no right to see their young, nor do they usually allow the young to go home. There are exceptions, but these two are not one of these exceptions.

Looking through the window of the other place people in the street one would see nothing but mediocre buildings. Their houses would be a little smaller, and have a little less technology. It was something the parents of Mia and Alexander prided themselves on.

Having the nicest house, and the best technology. ” ~ The Spectator
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 2015-02-04 4094 words, 67.11 WPM 24.57 % typo

Day 163: 4094 words in 61 minutes making the WPM: 67.11! Error rate: 24.57 %

“A horrible shrieking happened when Mia was taken. Thereafter we found that there was some sort of commotion, and a strange horrible light. Then they came carrying Alexander out. We could not get any response from him, me and Mia was able to communicate eye to eye. As was my best friend. My fears got the better of me. And I started imagining the efforts these people would have to go through. And we found that we were simply thrown into the back of vans. Then driven away. The cars carried a bunch of students each. Luckily, me, my best friend, Mia and Alexander was thrown into the same van. We were completely alert when the van stopped somewhere. The lights that streamed through the back door window. The windows weren’t very big on these doors. The back of the van was suddenly ripped apart. I saw the door thrown off it’s hinges, both of them in fact.

There, A woman stood. A feral look on her face. Her eyes didn’t look like she was going to do anything other than kill us, rip us to shreds. Then she calmed down the transformation was immediate and completely unexpected. It looked to me like she had suddenly flicked a switch. Thereafter I was getting cut down, from the harnesses that held us up. The same was three friends. There weren’t any bindings on our feet, so we were able to follow the woman, who now carried Alexander. The men that had been driving all the night, lay by the side of the driveway. The lot, was bloodied. They had puncture wounds in their lungs and were breathing heavily. Like they were dying. I lagged behind a second too long, and the woman shouted to hurry up, and that the men would live. If only for a little while.

Then she cackled. ” ~ A friend of Alexander Silverstin

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2015-02-03 4118 words, 68.63 WPM 25.06 % typo

Day 162: 4118 words in 60 minutes making the WPM: 68.63! Error rate: 25.06 %

“Then one day Esmer extended her invitation to me. For some reason I felt glad. And accepted. The first time was somewhat scary. I felt terrified they would not accept a vampyre.

However Helga looked at me once, and waved me in.

I couldn’t tell if that was scorn on her face, or approval. It was a largely unreadable face. Due to a couple of scars. They were three huge. One went from the lower end of her ear, then crossed through the lower lip, and ended up by her neck. A thinner one, above and below it, that went not as far. The middle one was deepest though. I had never seen anything like this before. I couldn’t help but stare. Esmer had told me to bring my staff. I couldn’t say why, but she told me I would get to use it.

Helga nodded, seeing the staff, she waved me to some part of the office that had been furnished as a sparring zone. She grabbed a rapier, and asked me to join her for a sparring match. I brought my staff. “Any speciality rules?” Helga asked. I shook my head. The war staff wouldn’t bend to anyone. Well, it was inclined to be nice to me. In some cases save my life. But I paid back in due time. That was the rules. It was a legendary weapon after all. It would take its toll.

There would always be pain in payment. I knew that. One did not get anything for nothing. Therefore I was getting ready as Helga threw her first strike. The staff nearly flew out of my hands. My grip tightened. And the next strike was parried easily.

After that I parried the next three strikes that would be hitting vital points. Then Helga got creative. In rapid succession, she started attacking, and feigning attacks. But whatever she did, she could not get through the staff. And the staff would be there waiting for her sword. That was when she started using magic. I could tell she was getting desperate. The staff countered most of the attacks. The one that caught both the staff, and me by surprise was when she feigned attacks with the sabre, the block was there, however the second arm was also quickly on its way to my stomach, and sticking out of it, were claws.” ~ Kimberly, Trueborn cursed Vampyre

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2015-02-02 4010 words, 60.76 WPM 20.10 % typo

 Day 161: 4010 words in 66 minutes making the WPM: 60.76! Error rate: 20.10 %

“It was how it always was when I went into this trance. An hour or three later, I found myself st waking up, sitting in the trailer. Feeling the first rays of the sun touch my forehead, the place the Freaq had landed at now, was a mountain chain, it was apparently on the very top of the mountain. There would be a few things that would be working in our favour.

Getting to the tent this time would be a little bit of a trek. However the townspeople was prepared.” ~ Kimberly

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2015-02-01 4247 words, 60.67 WPM 23.52 % typo

Day 160: 4247 words in 70 minutes making the WPM: 60.67! Error rate: 23.52 %

“”Be gentle, don’t make a sound” I said, and left the stage, to walk amongst the crowds, seeing if I could gauge the state of mind in the audience. The noise-makers were getting their louder noises out. After a short round, I stepped up to the front of the stage, Outlined against the white stage light, I was seen by most of the audience, which was the idea.

I started chanting something nondescript, and the man on stage seemed to start the change. And by “seemed”, I mean that he was changing. All of a sudden, a howl. Snarling followed. And the man was turning into a beast. Hind legs elongating, bending in ways it’s not supposed to, where pants would’ve been before he now grew a longer more muscled stomach than he had carried before. The wolf looked angry, still snarling, we had made the wolf settle through our shifting his attention to the goat. He was mid-slanter over to the goat when I was unluckily able to knock over a plate conveniently leaned onto the stage.

The wolf turned suddenly. And looked straight at me. Skipping through the lit ring. Goat forgotten, the wolf landed on top of my chest, pushing me down the middle vomitorium. I kept it at bay by sticking my hand into the mouth of the slobbering creature. Another howl, this time in the distance lured the wolf and it vanished.

The goat was left standing on the stage, lying there terrified in her own piss and shit. Stepping onto the stage, the blood spurting from my hand hit the stage with a musky, rust-like smell. My hand was ripped right off. “There are certain risks that come with this job” I shouted. The crowd was deathly silent, the lights went out. ” ~ Kimberly, the cursed true-born Vampyre

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