#Ren3 the Concluding episode of “Renaissance – The Tale of a Humble Village”
LINK to PART I “Renaissance – The Tale of a Humble Village”:
http://writermarg.blogspot.com/2011/10/rennaisance-tale-of-humble-village-part.html
LINK to PART II “Renaissance – The Tale of a Humble Village”:
http://writermarg.blogspot.com/2011/10/ren3-part-ii-of-renaissance-tale-of.html
LINK to PART III “Renaissance – The Tale of a Humble Village”:
http://writermarg.blogspot.com/2011/10/ren3-blog3-of-rule-of-3-contest.html
Prompts used for Part IV
** Relationships mend/ are torn asunder.
** The final event becomes another secret for generations to come.
PART IV & Final episode of “Renaissance – The Tale of a Humble Village”
Much to Everyone's surprise, the evil doings in Renaissance were not by Angodor's design after all! It was stepmother Andracrueles who fabricated the food shortage through the stockpiling of foodstuffs in the neighboring storehouses by the Castle Main. A direct descendent of the Donald of NYC, Helen of Troy and Billy Gatez, head of the Swiss Philanthropic bank, she was destined to create the taxing scheme that yielded her 150% profit on the villagers' earnings.
The stepmother had a mishap about 3 days before the grand gala...She was moving some heavy artillery, some jewels and about 3 dozen buckets of chicken legs (from the Colonel) for the event when she yielded a final “GASP!” then fell to the ground...Pronounced dead on impact by the Court Physician, though he could not ascertain whether it was the moving activities or the chicken bone lodged in her throat that caused the final demise of the stepmum.
With Andracrueles out of the picture and the Gala achieved without a hitch, Angodor was free to pursue his childhood dream: to travel the world in a wooden raft built for two, for you see, a fine lady he met at the Gala shared his dream...after being wed by the JP, they bid the town adieu, receiving a fine send off with the towns' maidens tossing daisies and roses as they sailed off into the sunset...Angodor could rest assured, leaving the village of Renaissance in the capable hands of Euron, the new King of Renaissance.
The Villagers' hopes for happiness seemed to be taking place already with food now aplenty, taxes reduced and no propaganda! With the Royal Wedding to take place in one week, everyone was scurrying about! Off to see the tailor to transform their gala gowns into wedding appropriate attire...and aiding with castle decorations at the castle, which was quite an event as ladders hadn't been invented yet!
The deep violet ribbons cascaded down and down and over and across the vast space that was the Royal Ballroom. Everything was going according to plan. Euron would be wed to the lovely capable Madelanos, who was of Noble birth. Euron found her lovely beyond belief, yet had to stay focused on his elaborate mission, finally coming to fruition. Euron, a secret agent from Outer Mongolia, had the primary goal of possession of the village. Renaissance being strategically placed in the midzone, beyond the Chiavona Desert; made it paramount for Euron's control of the region, to ensure the completion of an intricate plan by the Kremlin, guaranteed to set Euron up for life. He must not get blindsided by extraneous matters such as love or passion... As far as anyone knew, he was a chivalrous, sensitive and competent warrior whose only aim was the preservation of Renaissance and protection of its humble inhabitants.
Madelanos entered the room in her flowing wedding gown; her beauty and elegance for all to see and admire. She gracefully knelt before her King... Euron gently placed the crown upon her lovely hair, careful not to notice the sweeping curls around the edge of the golden crown. Placing it quickly, he looked up to the Medieval Priest as if to cue him on. After the ceremony, The knights in full armor knelt before the King and Queen, now wed, and happily exclaimed, “Long live the King and Queen!” The townspeople, as well, shouted with joy, “Long live the King and Queen!”. The villagers were filled with hope & happiness; now that Euron & Madelanos were to rule their village...things were really looking up!!! Way UP!!
A new day and age was beginning in Renaissance. .. a very new day indeed...
________________________THE END__________________________________________
Word Count Part IV: 572
Blogfest Rennaisance challenge
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
#Ren3 BLOG3 of the RULE OF 3 Contest “Renaissance Tale of a Humble Village”
"Renaissance - The Tale of a Humble Village"
As you may recall from Part I, Angodor, the autocratic ruler of Renaissance, had no mercy on his humble subjects with the unending propaganda, inhumane taxing structure and full control of the townspeoples' every word and excuse me for saying so, but had the Village going to the dogs!
LINK to PART 1 “Renaissance – The Tale of a Humble Village”:
http://writermarg.blogspot.com/2011/10/rennaisance-tale-of-humble-village-part.html
In Part II we met the able knight Euron, whose many relationships with the Villagers was growing exponentially thanks to the discovery of the rare metal, Mitronite, which gave him additional duties as the head of the FTC! A job to be added to his already hectic daily routine which consisted of a never-ending stream of battles, chivalry in and around town not to mention his continuous work answering questions posed by the Daily Rumour's merciless morphing escapades.
.
LINK to PART 1I “Renaissance – The Tale of a Humble Village”:
http://writermarg.blogspot.com/2011/10/ren3-part-ii-of-renaissance-tale-of.html
Part 3 PROMPT: Relationships unravel or strengthen.
Part III “Renaissance - The Tale of a Humble Village”
It seemed as though Madelanos floated down like a gentle breeze into Renaissance, from the hidden and unknown lands of the far off Roundeli Mountains that hung in the mist as if an imagined world of the past. Prior to the lovely maiden's descent into Renaissance, the Villagers had reported an unknown mist, with a lavender hue, that hung over the far off mountains possessing the soft scent of “Lily of the Valley”.
Madelanos was the most beautiful princess to ever grace the presence of Renaissance. The villagers were mesmerized by her lovely black hair; violet eyes and impeccable taste in handcrafted ornamental barrettes that adorned her long flowing hair.
Euron had somehow forgotten all about his overwhelming duty roster (previously starting to truly concern him) with his newly acquired role as the head of the FTC and his otherwise insanely busy schedule fighting enemy combatants, hour upon hour rescuing damsels and his endless chivalrous duties in town, around the mines and everywhere else too! Euron's whole being was now enthralled by her unequaled beauty, not to mention her amazing capacities in Sociopolitical matters, Facility Engineering and Economics.
Within the first week of her arrival, she was orchestrating the largest gala event ever witnessed in Renaissance. With the aid of her Uncle Estophecus' inside connections on Castle Ops, the whole village received invitations to the spectacular event, which was to be held in the Majestic Royal Ballroom. Madelanos had scheduled sessions with Renaissance's most respected tailors and each maiden was in queue for the individual fitting of their one-of-a-kind grand gown, for which money was no object! In addition she had arranged for government funded dance instruction for all Villagers, scheduled with Flamencos, the most accomplished dancer in the village. Flamencos was supplying the busy miners with instructional videos accessible on their newly disseminated Iphones, may S. Jobs RIP, as seen on http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIG0r0CCBBw so they could refine their dance steps to prepare for the rapidly approaching gala (without missing out on the valuable Mitronite retrievals which would aid in grand ball and electronics subsidies).
Much to everyone's delight, the King was ironically loosening his shackles on the Peasants. Food quotas were up, mandatory theatre attendance was indefinitely canceled and morale was at an all time high.
Oh and by the way, the Daily Rumours reported that Madelanos and Euron were seen walking arm in arm in Heriot's pass; though there were no glossies in this Edition of the tablet, as software upgrades were required on the morphing program; yet everyone's time was being spent preparing their sonatas, dance lessons and apparel for the Grand Gala!
PART I Word Count: 549
PART II Word Count: 579
PART III Word Count: 561
As you may recall from Part I, Angodor, the autocratic ruler of Renaissance, had no mercy on his humble subjects with the unending propaganda, inhumane taxing structure and full control of the townspeoples' every word and excuse me for saying so, but had the Village going to the dogs!
LINK to PART 1 “Renaissance – The Tale of a Humble Village”:
http://writermarg.blogspot.com/2011/10/rennaisance-tale-of-humble-village-part.html
In Part II we met the able knight Euron, whose many relationships with the Villagers was growing exponentially thanks to the discovery of the rare metal, Mitronite, which gave him additional duties as the head of the FTC! A job to be added to his already hectic daily routine which consisted of a never-ending stream of battles, chivalry in and around town not to mention his continuous work answering questions posed by the Daily Rumour's merciless morphing escapades.
.
LINK to PART 1I “Renaissance – The Tale of a Humble Village”:
http://writermarg.blogspot.com/2011/10/ren3-part-ii-of-renaissance-tale-of.html
Part 3 PROMPT: Relationships unravel or strengthen.
Part III “Renaissance - The Tale of a Humble Village”
It seemed as though Madelanos floated down like a gentle breeze into Renaissance, from the hidden and unknown lands of the far off Roundeli Mountains that hung in the mist as if an imagined world of the past. Prior to the lovely maiden's descent into Renaissance, the Villagers had reported an unknown mist, with a lavender hue, that hung over the far off mountains possessing the soft scent of “Lily of the Valley”.
Madelanos was the most beautiful princess to ever grace the presence of Renaissance. The villagers were mesmerized by her lovely black hair; violet eyes and impeccable taste in handcrafted ornamental barrettes that adorned her long flowing hair.
Euron had somehow forgotten all about his overwhelming duty roster (previously starting to truly concern him) with his newly acquired role as the head of the FTC and his otherwise insanely busy schedule fighting enemy combatants, hour upon hour rescuing damsels and his endless chivalrous duties in town, around the mines and everywhere else too! Euron's whole being was now enthralled by her unequaled beauty, not to mention her amazing capacities in Sociopolitical matters, Facility Engineering and Economics.
Within the first week of her arrival, she was orchestrating the largest gala event ever witnessed in Renaissance. With the aid of her Uncle Estophecus' inside connections on Castle Ops, the whole village received invitations to the spectacular event, which was to be held in the Majestic Royal Ballroom. Madelanos had scheduled sessions with Renaissance's most respected tailors and each maiden was in queue for the individual fitting of their one-of-a-kind grand gown, for which money was no object! In addition she had arranged for government funded dance instruction for all Villagers, scheduled with Flamencos, the most accomplished dancer in the village. Flamencos was supplying the busy miners with instructional videos accessible on their newly disseminated Iphones, may S. Jobs RIP, as seen on http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIG0r0CCBBw so they could refine their dance steps to prepare for the rapidly approaching gala (without missing out on the valuable Mitronite retrievals which would aid in grand ball and electronics subsidies).
Much to everyone's delight, the King was ironically loosening his shackles on the Peasants. Food quotas were up, mandatory theatre attendance was indefinitely canceled and morale was at an all time high.
Oh and by the way, the Daily Rumours reported that Madelanos and Euron were seen walking arm in arm in Heriot's pass; though there were no glossies in this Edition of the tablet, as software upgrades were required on the morphing program; yet everyone's time was being spent preparing their sonatas, dance lessons and apparel for the Grand Gala!
PART I Word Count: 549
PART II Word Count: 579
PART III Word Count: 561
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
#REN3 Part II OF “Renaissance - Tale of a Humble Village”
As you may recall, the humble story began with Part I :
http://writermarg.blogspot.com/2011/10/rennaisance-tale-of-humble-village-part.html
Part II OF “Renaissance - Tale of a Humble Village”
by WriterMarg
Euron was a dedicated servant to the crown, his God and fellow countrymen. He was a much beloved member of Renaissance, as his chivalrous deeds extended to the less fortunate residents. He was the one knight who regularly assisted the Troves with the needed clearing of the Kastane caverns, tirelessly ensured damsels safe passage across the Espadon and protected villagers from possible thievery to guarantee they received their much needed daily provisions in the rations lines.
Euron was often summoned to battle in a moment's notice yet for him these events seemed effortless. The complexity of the battle, the number of oncoming warriors or natural hazards at hand seemed as if irrelevant details to this competent warrior. No battle was too big for Euron who was an invincible swordsman, a nimble knight and seemed to know the opposition's every move before they did.
The townspeople constantly told the tale of “the Battle of Culdees” to their children. As the story goes, Euron, on one of his evening scouting patrols, single-handedly warded off hundreds of oncoming heavily armored knights & their foot soldiers in the far eastern region of Renaissance with one single blow from the catapult. The folklore surrounding Euron's heroic actions in battles, turned the head of many a fair maiden, not to mention his surprising sensitive side and unspeakable good looks.
Even though Euron was in close proximity to many a fair maiden in his work around the Main Gauche thoroughfare, his many rescues along the Espadon and nearby Assart forest, there had yet to be a lady who caught his fancy. Needless to say, this further fueled the gossiping frenzy in town, fed by the Daily Rumour's articles and digitally morphed portraits of the handsome Euron with one lovely maiden after the next along with a lengthy expose on the supposed courtship and why this one maiden would end his quest for the ideal mate. Angodor must have had a hand in these publications, as the villagers became so immersed with the Daily Tablet that their minds were diverted away, once again, from the more critical matters such as the merciless overtaxing, food shortages and sanitation issues that plagued the villagers. Of course, if Euron had his way, these tabloid topics would stop along with the total fabrication of all the young maidens he had been courting.
Euron was kept busy with other activities, for the time being, thanks to the recent discovery of a fine and precious metal. The unusual metal, uncovered in the mines by the Minor Gauche passageway, had amazing chemical properties. The metal was a rare blend; an impenetrable material suitable for weaponry, yet when fired at extremely high temperatures was pliable enough to sculpt precision molded armors and important weaponry such as maces or shields by Renaissance's Master Blacksmiths with lightning quick speed. The importance of securing the proceeds from the metal sales became immediately apparent to Angodor, so he assigned Euron as the head of the FTC (Federal Trade Commission), to ensure fair trading practices, but also to keep accurate counts on all metal output in the mines to insure money flowed appropriately back to the King and to deter would be thieves.
This was the beginning of a new day and age, though none could predict what was about to take place in the village, thanks to the discovery of the precious metal, not to mention some other surprises to soon unfold in the once simple village of Renaissance.
PART I Word Count: 549
PART II Word Count: 579
http://writermarg.blogspot.com/2011/10/rennaisance-tale-of-humble-village-part.html
Part II OF “Renaissance - Tale of a Humble Village”
by WriterMarg
Euron was a dedicated servant to the crown, his God and fellow countrymen. He was a much beloved member of Renaissance, as his chivalrous deeds extended to the less fortunate residents. He was the one knight who regularly assisted the Troves with the needed clearing of the Kastane caverns, tirelessly ensured damsels safe passage across the Espadon and protected villagers from possible thievery to guarantee they received their much needed daily provisions in the rations lines.
Euron was often summoned to battle in a moment's notice yet for him these events seemed effortless. The complexity of the battle, the number of oncoming warriors or natural hazards at hand seemed as if irrelevant details to this competent warrior. No battle was too big for Euron who was an invincible swordsman, a nimble knight and seemed to know the opposition's every move before they did.
The townspeople constantly told the tale of “the Battle of Culdees” to their children. As the story goes, Euron, on one of his evening scouting patrols, single-handedly warded off hundreds of oncoming heavily armored knights & their foot soldiers in the far eastern region of Renaissance with one single blow from the catapult. The folklore surrounding Euron's heroic actions in battles, turned the head of many a fair maiden, not to mention his surprising sensitive side and unspeakable good looks.
Even though Euron was in close proximity to many a fair maiden in his work around the Main Gauche thoroughfare, his many rescues along the Espadon and nearby Assart forest, there had yet to be a lady who caught his fancy. Needless to say, this further fueled the gossiping frenzy in town, fed by the Daily Rumour's articles and digitally morphed portraits of the handsome Euron with one lovely maiden after the next along with a lengthy expose on the supposed courtship and why this one maiden would end his quest for the ideal mate. Angodor must have had a hand in these publications, as the villagers became so immersed with the Daily Tablet that their minds were diverted away, once again, from the more critical matters such as the merciless overtaxing, food shortages and sanitation issues that plagued the villagers. Of course, if Euron had his way, these tabloid topics would stop along with the total fabrication of all the young maidens he had been courting.
Euron was kept busy with other activities, for the time being, thanks to the recent discovery of a fine and precious metal. The unusual metal, uncovered in the mines by the Minor Gauche passageway, had amazing chemical properties. The metal was a rare blend; an impenetrable material suitable for weaponry, yet when fired at extremely high temperatures was pliable enough to sculpt precision molded armors and important weaponry such as maces or shields by Renaissance's Master Blacksmiths with lightning quick speed. The importance of securing the proceeds from the metal sales became immediately apparent to Angodor, so he assigned Euron as the head of the FTC (Federal Trade Commission), to ensure fair trading practices, but also to keep accurate counts on all metal output in the mines to insure money flowed appropriately back to the King and to deter would be thieves.
This was the beginning of a new day and age, though none could predict what was about to take place in the village, thanks to the discovery of the precious metal, not to mention some other surprises to soon unfold in the once simple village of Renaissance.
PART I Word Count: 549
PART II Word Count: 579
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Numbers on the Rule of 3 : Word Count for Part I
The PartI contest entry Word Count
for Rule of 3: 549 of allowable limit of 600
This means Weds we are 549 words closer to meeting our next Character
to be posted on Weds GMT;
Can't wait! See you then!
for Rule of 3: 549 of allowable limit of 600
This means Weds we are 549 words closer to meeting our next Character
to be posted on Weds GMT;
Can't wait! See you then!
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Rennaisance Tale of a Humble Village -Part I of 4
BLOG1 of Writers Challenge “RULE of 3 Contest by Writermarg
Renaissance could have been a typical “out of the ways” village had it not been for their tyrannical leader, Angodor.
Angodor was the autocratic ruler of Renaissance. Ancestry: born in Craigmore, raised in Snadgore and eventually migrated to Renaissance with his stepmother Andracrueles, after the death of his father and a great accumulation of wealth.
His 23 year reign began with a bloody battle at the banks of the Espadon River. This battle was the means with which he took control of the village; with his wealth, warriors and manipulative powers of the press. The tale was permanently etched in the minds of his peoples through a steady stream of propaganda, posing as the free press of Renaissance.
Biweekly theatre attendance was required of the villagers; the theme of course always being “the Battle of the Espadon”. The repetition of the war tales kept the residents in the necessary state of constant fear, as warranted by a leader seeking government reliance and therefore guarantee of his non-contested dominion over the downtrodden village of Renaissance. After school programs would train the youth to be astute warriors with fencing lessons and computer-aided war simulations while toddlers would learn the basics of “stop, drop and roll” to alleviate mishaps with misfired burning arrows by the middle school children.
Angodor held tight reigns over the town along with his henchmen. All villagers' correspondence had to be approved by Angodor and also overseen by the FCC, the SPCA and the ACLU, all operating under the guise of the United Nations in NYC.
All mining operations were closely monitored to ensure that the 60% tax was immediately collected before payment to the Troves (villagers working in the mines). Traders were also immediately taxed.
The main access roads of the Targe, the Kris and the Villein all had toll booths operated by Angodors' knights who collected the money in their full armor uniforms with the Crest of “A” for Angodor, clearly displayed for all to see.
Angodor could see all his wishes coming to fruition through the years...His escalated tax plan (1% tax increase per year for townspeople). Noone would dare to question his authority; the public beheadings saw to that! Everything seemed to be going according to plan for quite some time with his lavish feasts and Coronation balls held at the Green House, while the villagers scrimped and saved to feed their 2 children families.
All of a sudden though, Out of the blue something very strange was happening.
The townspeople did not seem as down&out as usual, and this very gravely concerned him.
How could this be? All taxes had been accurately collected; his accountant and CFO saw to that!
The trading post activities seemed to be the same level as the same quarter of last year, all recorded and displayed with advanced business analytics developed by “the best and the brightest” (members of his staff). The number of births and deaths were correlating fine thanks to his constant battles along the perimeters of Renaissance however something just did not measure up!
Somehow the forest of Fragidora did not seem as dark and dank as usual; something was brewing but he did not know what... But as you will soon see...he sure is about to find out!
Renaissance could have been a typical “out of the ways” village had it not been for their tyrannical leader, Angodor.
Angodor was the autocratic ruler of Renaissance. Ancestry: born in Craigmore, raised in Snadgore and eventually migrated to Renaissance with his stepmother Andracrueles, after the death of his father and a great accumulation of wealth.
His 23 year reign began with a bloody battle at the banks of the Espadon River. This battle was the means with which he took control of the village; with his wealth, warriors and manipulative powers of the press. The tale was permanently etched in the minds of his peoples through a steady stream of propaganda, posing as the free press of Renaissance.
Biweekly theatre attendance was required of the villagers; the theme of course always being “the Battle of the Espadon”. The repetition of the war tales kept the residents in the necessary state of constant fear, as warranted by a leader seeking government reliance and therefore guarantee of his non-contested dominion over the downtrodden village of Renaissance. After school programs would train the youth to be astute warriors with fencing lessons and computer-aided war simulations while toddlers would learn the basics of “stop, drop and roll” to alleviate mishaps with misfired burning arrows by the middle school children.
Angodor held tight reigns over the town along with his henchmen. All villagers' correspondence had to be approved by Angodor and also overseen by the FCC, the SPCA and the ACLU, all operating under the guise of the United Nations in NYC.
All mining operations were closely monitored to ensure that the 60% tax was immediately collected before payment to the Troves (villagers working in the mines). Traders were also immediately taxed.
The main access roads of the Targe, the Kris and the Villein all had toll booths operated by Angodors' knights who collected the money in their full armor uniforms with the Crest of “A” for Angodor, clearly displayed for all to see.
Angodor could see all his wishes coming to fruition through the years...His escalated tax plan (1% tax increase per year for townspeople). Noone would dare to question his authority; the public beheadings saw to that! Everything seemed to be going according to plan for quite some time with his lavish feasts and Coronation balls held at the Green House, while the villagers scrimped and saved to feed their 2 children families.
All of a sudden though, Out of the blue something very strange was happening.
The townspeople did not seem as down&out as usual, and this very gravely concerned him.
How could this be? All taxes had been accurately collected; his accountant and CFO saw to that!
The trading post activities seemed to be the same level as the same quarter of last year, all recorded and displayed with advanced business analytics developed by “the best and the brightest” (members of his staff). The number of births and deaths were correlating fine thanks to his constant battles along the perimeters of Renaissance however something just did not measure up!
Somehow the forest of Fragidora did not seem as dark and dank as usual; something was brewing but he did not know what... But as you will soon see...he sure is about to find out!
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Poem from a Cat
the following poem was inspired by Stuart Nager's cat pic and poem...
at http://stuartnager.wordpress.com/
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"One single dance" (Dancing Cat's thoughts interpreted by writer Marg)
by Margaret B
O' Cherie...
Say that you will stay
for one more dance...
My heart calls out to you
as the wind calls to the wild
The course my steps may set
can not complete
this dance.
My shadow does not know the
path to lead me to...
for without you by my side
the sun will never shine
to cast my shadow to the ground.
Do you hear my plea ?
When I dance with you, I sense your beating heart is mine.
And now I only hear
the empty echo of
my heels …
clicking and clicking
upon the polished floor
they echo out as if to cry
-to beckon you-
for one more dance
to calm
this aching heart
and answer all Earth's questions
...in a single "Why?".
Cherie... do you hear my call to you?
I only danced one dance
and now I must dance two.
To you I may seem
a silly kitten in a window
Yet for me,
It would fulfill a lifetime of dreams...
one single dance with You.
at http://stuartnager.wordpress.com/
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"One single dance" (Dancing Cat's thoughts interpreted by writer Marg)
by Margaret B
O' Cherie...
Say that you will stay
for one more dance...
My heart calls out to you
as the wind calls to the wild
The course my steps may set
can not complete
this dance.
My shadow does not know the
path to lead me to...
for without you by my side
the sun will never shine
to cast my shadow to the ground.
Do you hear my plea ?
When I dance with you, I sense your beating heart is mine.
And now I only hear
the empty echo of
my heels …
clicking and clicking
upon the polished floor
they echo out as if to cry
-to beckon you-
for one more dance
to calm
this aching heart
and answer all Earth's questions
...in a single "Why?".
Cherie... do you hear my call to you?
I only danced one dance
and now I must dance two.
To you I may seem
a silly kitten in a window
Yet for me,
It would fulfill a lifetime of dreams...
one single dance with You.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
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