firstly we would like to thank you the PS family for such a great game, and for all the hours of fun we are having.
It is our intention to start to write about the trials ;( and tribulations
of our adventures here in the planeshift world here... and will do soon so come and see.. we will work on it as best we can...
If we miss anyone who joined in when we write our tails... please let us know and we will try to incorporate it in..
Love to you all...:]
( Can\'t wait to read, you certainly have a way with words 
For future reference, however, may I suggest not making any posts until you really have the content to fill them up with? \"Placeholders\" generally aren\'t a good idea. )
oops sorry Kayruu
Here Goes.
THE TWINS EMERGE.
The winds were howling like a pack of angry wolves, battering at every door and window, whining through every hole in the castle\'s defences; but that was not all, they rallied their ally in the rain that lashed out at all who stood on the battlements, causing their fur to matt and their step to fall heavy with their hearts.
\'YEARRRRGGGGG\' a scream echoed down the corridors that could be heard over the bellowing winds, the crashing shutters and the cussing of the guards.
Mrs Hollinthy Purrty was far into her labour and Mr Raouldar Purrty walked briskly along the shiny floor towards the bedchambers from whence the screaming emitted.
\'Hagarath, did I not tell you, \' he shouts over he shoulder as he strides with purpose, his masculine menki physique clad in dripping wet armour that seem to be confused as to whether to shine or cry off its host of rain droplets. He flings a soaked cloak on a large oak chair as he passes it and it accepts the leather with a damp slapping noise.
\'Aye you did - but it is no use... how can we defend against it when we cannot see further than our arms Sire, the weather \' a stout Menki wearing reinforced leather and a heavy raincoat, that clings to him as if in fear of being blown away by the wind that presses to pass him as he stands in the doorway. \'It is unearthly I cannot...\'
CRACK! Hagarath is silhouetted by a flash of light that is shortly followed by the sound of thunder like a thousand horses galloping on stone...
\'You will and you must... Riquir!\' Raouldar flings the door to his bedchamber open... \"WHAT THE...!\"
Raouldar slips his trusty bow from its holster and levels an arrow and draws it taught, his eyes wild with anger and yet with a hint of fear. Swoosh. The arrow spins as it takes flight and hurtles to its target... \'Away with thee foul stench of a beast...\'
The room was lit with the flash of lightening, the arrow passed through what stood at the foot of Raouldar\'s wifes bed and sunk into on of the posts on the grand four poster bed with a wood-splitting-thud.
\'NNNNGGGGGG!\' Hollinthy clamped her claws deep into the bedclothes as she gritted her teeth, her fur matted with sweat and the bed sheets stained with blood about her waist.
Raouldar stared in disbelief at the apparition that stood in his bedchamber, angered that it would dare intrude at such a sacred time. The two maids that were there to help his wife were sprawled on the floor, given the illusion of life only by the movement of magic chandelier that flickered... the Dark Spirit hovered underneath and seemed to suck up the light like a black hole. It looked about at Raouldar, its ghostlike robes that had no end, just faded off, swirling as it turned.
\'\'SSSSSSSS\" the sound was like someone dragging a heavy cauldron along a gravel floor... it was Hellacious.
It reached for Hillinthy passing its spindly fingers into her belly.
\'NOOOARRRRRRGGGGGGG!\' Hollinthy\'s blood curdling scream yanked Raouldar back into action, drawing on the magic of the Crystal, dropping his bow, his arms frantically forming, weaving, his words, well practiced, summoning and commanding the Ways together...
The Dark Spirit then shot towards Raouldar with a force of a hurricane, just as he uttered the last word in his spell. Raouldar was flung back out the room the Spirit upon him as the spell burst into action, letting out a blinding light and hissing noise as the water on Raouldar\'s armour fizzled away... the Spirit lost in the light.
~~~
Celorrim sat up with a start, sweat dripping from her brow...
\"Celors, are you ok?\" Lolitra stood up from her chair and moved over to the bed in which Celorrim lay picking up a wet cloth from a bowl on the table at which she was sat; sitting in the edge of the bed started to mop her sisters brow...
Celorrim despite being exhausted, looked frantically about.
\"Celloran is safe\" Lolitra pointed over at the base of the bed to a pure white kitten whose fur is ethereal in its pureness.. \"she is a sleep..\'\' The kitten was curled up on a cradle made of bed linen, and look at peace in her slumber.
Celorrim relaxed her self and looked up at her twin sister \'I started to have that dream again...\' and picked up Celloran and hugged her. Celloran just continued to sleep only pausing to stretch and poke out her tongue.
Lolitra nods, trying to look as intelligent as her sister, but knowing deep down inside, she is far from it, the only thing she has the same as her sister is her looks - but somehow Lolitra is able to make herself look more pretty, maybe its her fascination with all things pretty.
Lolitra sat and combed her hair as her sister Celorrim suckled her daughter...
The room was silent, but for the noise that fought its way through the floorboards, coming out baffled and muted by the groaning of the oak.
Celorrim quietly placed Celloran into her makeshift cradle at the foot of the bed, looked at Lolitra, smiled a smile that only sister can share, then said soothingly \'You really need to get rid of that crystal sword... you don\'t know what you are playing with...\'
\'but its pretty\' Lolitra mumbled as she continued to brush her fur and main.
Celorrim was too tired to argue, and lay on the bed. Her eyes had been fighting the weight of sleep, pulling at her eyelids like some kind of odd torture that left them bloodshot... she gave into it and closed them, and drifted off into the world of dreams, nightmares and unknown...
Lolitra stood up, slipped her bag over her shoulder, put a letter she had been given by the court on the dresser and moved quietly out the door... \'Sweet dreams sis... love you...\' She pulled the heavy door closed and stood at the top of the stairs for a moment, as the sound drifted up from below. She could hear strange things, but her curiosity was itching her. What was in the letter... what could it be that Raouldir Moran would say to her sister, and not her... if only she knew how to read...
~~~
Darkness swirled about, fading into the crevasses of the corridor as Raouldar sat up... \'Riquir.. RIQUIR!\' His head pounded as he sat up, the Dark Spirit was nowhere to be seen. His armour hissed with the heat of his spell.
\'Lord... \' Riquir came crashing down the corridor accompanied by a cohort of other Menki who had heard the scream... they were all soaked and their hair hung on them like it was only the water holding their fur to them in matted feather like masses.
Raouldar struggled to his feet \'Holly..\' he spoke with concern... but urgency.
\'hmmmrrraa\' silent groan came from the bed chamber.
Raouldar staggered, punch drunk from the pummelling he\'d received from the strange being; he entered the bedchamber and steadied himself on the bedpost in which his arrow had embedded itself. His eyes drank in the devastation, the carnage of bodies that lay on the plush once cream, but now crimson carpet... and his stomach churned \'Oh by Talons No... \'
He sunk to his knees slowly and caressed the faces of his dear departed, loyal staff; tears bulged out of he eyes and he frowned in pain and anger. \'Raouldar..\' Hollinthy was weak and her call was barely audible as the thunder shook the very foundations of Raouldar\'s world.
Raouldar moved with sudden speed, clambering onto the bed, towards his wife Hollinthy slowing to a shaky stop... his paws trembling as he smoothed her brow lovingly, gently.
\'They?ve gone.... they\'ve gone\' Hollinthy\'s words were faint and full of tears that made her almost gurgle.
Raouldar slowly, as if being compelled, but not wishing to see, looked down to Hollinthy\'s belly. \'NOOOOOO\' the word came out like he had not breath and he collapsed onto his love distraught... Thunder grumbled its presence as the storm moved on and away, the patter of rain on the windows fell like tears streaming from the gods themselves.
