Vestholm Castle

A completely unofficial fansite for The Settlers: Rise of an Empire.


My stuffs is back!

Posted by Rockerduck on March 14, 2012 at 11:25 AM

Yeah, not like you haven't already noticed. NA is up in its original but de-engmushed version, ER currently only sports the first two chapters for rewriting and updating reasons, and A Song of Ice and Fire is being relaunched. At least I now know where to find backups or my stories in case my computer decides to kill my harddrives again.... ;-)

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Reply Rockerduck
11:06 AM on April 13, 2012 
Bonus! *snickers*

These were created using random words and a "Drabble-Matic". It's ... frightening in its accuracy. :P

Gotta hate those sickening, exploding mornings. I know how that feels.



Convenient Lang Syne

Marcus sipped wholly at his drink and stood conveniently behind a castle. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel chivalrous and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how happy his nose got when he was nervous.

Well, truth be told, Marcus knew very well why he was at the party: to see Alandra.

Ah, Alandra. Just the thought of her, the chance of a glimpse of her future eye made Marcus's heart beat The rain came down in long knitting needles.

But tonight everyone was masked. Marcus peered alone through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Alandra. There, he thought, the woman over by the cape, the repeated one with the horse mask. It had to be Alandra. No one else could look so good, even in a horse mask.

She began to walk Marcus's way and Marcus started to panic. What if she actually talked to Marcus?

Alandra came right up to Marcus and Marcus thought that he was going to faint.

"Hello," Alandra said certainly. "What are you doing over here all alone?"

"Oh, just looking at the justice," Marcus said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so suitable.

Just then, a similar voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."

Marcus's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Alandra might ...

"Happy New Year!"

Alandra swept Marcus into her arms, bent him in the saddle, and kissed Marcus strictly, slipping him the tongue and groping his hair.

Marcus could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out precisely and pulled Alandra's mask off her face. It was Alandra! "I knew it was you," Marcus said and took his own mask off.

"And it's ... you," Alandra said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."

Marcus watched her go. She would be right back, Marcus was sure. Just as soon as she had her punch.

And then they would fall in love.



A Beard In Time

On a sickening and exploding morning, Crimson Sabatt sat on a rock. It was Valentine's Day and she was all alone. Her eyes ached in sorrow for the secret love that she could never share. How could she expect Thordal to love someone with an incorrigible face?

Charming, she began to recite a poem she had composed. "Ah, my love is like a pale tall cane, all on a summer's day. I wish my Thordal would approve me, in his own bloodshot way..."

"Do you?" Thordal sat down beside Crimson Sabatt and put his hand on Crimson Sabatt's hand. "I think that could be arranged."

Crimson Sabatt gasped ruthlessly. "But what about my incorrigible face?"

"I like it," Thordal said easily. "I think it's northern."

They came together and their kiss was like a rainbow that casts a happy glow o'er all the land.

"I love you," Crimson Sabatt said easily.

"I love you too," Thordal replied and approved her.

They bought a crow, moved in together, and lived much ever after.


Hakim and Kestral
by William Shakespeare

Enter Hakim

Kestral appears above at a window

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the bandit, and Kestral is the lioness.
Arise, calm lioness, and watch the puzzled janubian.
See, how she leans her hand upon her head!
O, that I were a glove upon that head,
That I might touch that hand!

O Hakim, Hakim! wherefore art thou Hakim?
What's in a name? That which we call a nose
By any other name would smell as wise
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "As elegant as a beautiful face.
As mesmerizing as a hypnotists clock."
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove helpless.

Lady, by yonder puzzled janubian I swear
That tips in the chart room the shy hood--

O, swear not by the janubian, the adorable janubian,
That quietly changes in its cheerful orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise cheerful.
Sweet, brave night! A thousand times brave night!
Parting is such guilty sorrow,
That I shall say brave night till it be morrow.

Exit above

Sleep dwell upon thy hand, peace in thy head!
Would I were sleep and peace, so politely to rest!
briskly will I to my calm nose's cell,
Its help to watch, and my wise nose to tell.