SIBERIAN FANGS

subota, 19.05.2007.

Am I alive?....

Evo napokon da vam se javim, imam toliko toga za nadoknadit, staviti novo poglavlje ali do tad malo ncega drugacije vrste. Inace ja sam ziv ali moje racunalo nije, i u Zagrebu je na popravku, unisten monitor (imam laptop), punih mjesec dana sam odsjecen od virtualne realnosti no to sada nije bitno. do sljedeceg vidjenja zbogom... :), a evo necega sasvim drugacijeg.....


Prologue


Tracks laid down on the mossy ground covered in mud. Those were orc tracks, a pack of four peons, the dwarf murmured under his beard. He has been hunting them since yesterday all across Dunllbarow Forest. The tracks were still fresh, and the dwarf stepped on a large stone glancing at the corners, spying on the trees. The forest was very old and big, and a few men had the courage to enter it, rumours spread that in these woods lived the giant man-trees, in addition to the other beasts that had their sanctuary in the woods.

The dwarf laid his axe near the stone unwrapping his backpack. He took a large chunk of ham and some old bread and swallowed it all in one bite. Cleaning his copper coloured beard with one hand, he took his axe that was in a shape of the half moon and deluged with silver. “Time to go” – he said in his old stubborn voice. The dwarf always talked to himself on his travels like that, some people thought that he was mad, mad like an ox, first for pursuing the orcs for about a year and for “being” always on the move. Alas, he comes from a weird clan of dwarfs, named after his old grandfather, Mhighoul the Mad.

He ran across the hard grassy terrain watching the tracks, like an owl stalking a mouse. As he lifted his strong feet and bashed in the ground with his boots, his chain mail crackled at his every step. Listening the birds and facing towards north he ran like a cheetah pushing his fatigue to the maximum. Nearly fainting and sure that he reached the exit from the woods he relaxed against a tree. “Ah, my bones, I am to old for this. Soon my time shall come, when the moon falls under the rocks of Naundahn and when the fiery comet of the sun rises above the shell of the blue sea, yes my time shall come.” - he sat there removing his helmet from which horns sprouted and scales glittered in the twilight. He took a deep breath and slowly began to dream, finally after a great day he fell asleep knowing that he has a long life in front of him.


* * * * *

When Daryth took his sword and felt the cold metal imbuing in his bruised hands he swung it with relaxation and power. So long he has been working in his grandfather’s forge, that this was his great acknowledgement and a gift to himself for creating such a beautiful blade. Slick as a polished diamond and sharp as frost. He held it close to his face and looked in his reflection. “I name you Valna, the winter’s fury” – he knighted the sword and placed it in his rough leather scabbard. Then he took a knife and some type of a metallic spoon-like device, with that he worked on the sheath carving runes and tanning the skin.

It was still dawn when he left the forge and got to the merchant to buy himself lunch. He lived in a village not far away from the main town, it was divided by the Dunllbarow Forest and the Lake of Artmuun that flew through the barrows and hills of Naundahn, the land of the dwarfs. Behind the mountains of Akdor, grew the trees from the north, there ruled the elves, and humans were in the middle. Daryth was raised by his foster father. His mother came with him twenty five years before. She was very ill, so she left him in this village. Daryth never knew his past, he thought of his mother, but he mainly wanted to know who is his real father. This twenty five years of life were hard for him. He had to take care for his foster family that consisted out of three members, Shinzu his “father”, Eaglora, the ever loving mother, and Rayna, his sister. It was time for Daryth to leave, he was preparing for a long trip to the main city of Naundahn, the city of Dragon’s Keep.

Standing on the rough wooden floor he browsed the sweet cakes and delights all created from bread. The room was brightly illuminated and the counters stood five feet from the door which were placed under the window. A great moose head hanged from the ceiling looking straight at Daryth with a wide grin. He took his pouch and placed on the counter observing the strange scalp of the trophy. Daryth was dressed in a stained shirt followed by dark brown linen pants. As he was counting the cooper coins placed in his hand he heard a shout from the watchtower – “Orcs! They’re here! “

* * * * *

Hey, you, you drunk! – the words came from a fat bearded man wearing an apron that was standing behind the bar. The local tavern placed under a large willow in front of a town, “Willow’s End”, the patrons called it even if the tavern’s sign was carved out and it couldn’t be read by anyone... But still, it was a nice tavern, nice enough that Derek hanged there, always drinking and in search of his “particular” jobs, he was a lock breaker, a pick pocket.

Derek’s long black and uncombed hair fell down as he stood up from the chair. His armour, netted from leather and scales clanged together wrapped his muscular chest drawn with scars all over. Two silver daggers were strapped on his each leg. He took a mug of ale with his arm covered in black leather gloves, stepped on a loose plank and fell down. The patrons jumped choking in laughter. He was the jester in this tavern, always drunk and always funny. He grabbed his “pride”, mug, and stepped to the bar. “Damn it Yornsdalle, you better get some job here, I’m not payin’ for that plank.” – the bartender yelled. “Sshut uup! Can’tt you ssee, I’m wooorking...” – Derek replied with a harsh tone before they threw him out, in the cold, all alone.

His moustache and goatee were soaked on mud when his face hit the ground. Down he laid, under the willow in search of his soberness, the stars playing on the night sky giving him light just like a lamp standing five feet away, just like destiny giving hope to the poor. Derek was dead drunk and he was alone. Only one thing he desired, the Dragon Crown, the mightiest treasure of them all. His thoughts ran from his mind, leaving him to sob in his dreams, dreams of failure and success...



Chapter I
The Awakening

It was a misty dawn, red like the morning glory of every dream. The mist flew peacefully turning every corner in the woods so silent that even a cricket was not heard in the deep ponds and round bushes. Something bothered this kingdom, the kingdom of Naundahn ruled by the queen Katiana, now is falling into despair. The Evil, now at its full strength, was herding orcs into the final battle, the final war... Attacks on the local town and cities were now often and each day slowly passes leaving victims. Some say that the evil white dragon, Sindra, woke from his eternal slumber, which was dreamed under the great Silvershard Mountain. The villages turned their hope away from the Gods, and started to believe to their own sense.

Delghar Blisterback was sleeping stuffed up like a round ball, his sharp axe, Brimstone, glittered in silver. He woke up realizing that his dream came to an end. Taking his backpack, he opened it and took out a gem. It was a beautiful flawless sapphire big like a baby’s head. A shiny polished blue texture illuminated with the spring’s sun, its shine grew every time when the gem was turned over. The dwarf continued his quest at pursuing the orcs, jogging slowly from the forest. He ran up a hill then stopped to look at the surroundings. Nothing but mist and cold wind passed in front of his eyes. “Mother’s beard, what the heck is this?” – he looked with his large marble eyes at the clouds.

Feeling unusual energy surrounding him, he gripped his axe tightly appraising the aura that was in the mist. Cold air blew into his face from further ahead, he stepped on a sharp rock observing a shade in front of him. The dwarf slowly walked forward ready to defend himself. Then, at this moment an orc ran into him from the left pushing the dwarf down with his right elbow. He couldn’t hear anything in this mist, even the orc that attacked him. The orc gazed at him with his fiery eyes painted in a cool brown tone. Padded wolf hide armour covered his tattooed dark olive skin.

Delghar stood up leaning on his right ankle, his chainmail crackling. “Well, aren’t you a nasty bastard, you like metal?” – He said while bashing his war axe against the orc’s shoulder. The orc roared as he fell at the dwarf’s height. As the dwarf, with all of his strength, lifted his axe ready to chop of his head, the orc ran into him tripping him on the ground. Both of them screamed as they fell down the hill rolling like a wheel of cheese. The dwarf punched the orc right into his jaw, giving him a powerful blow with his gauntlet. As they stopped rolling down the orc was on top and he nervously purged his finger in the dwarfs eyes roaring with hatred. The dwarf didn’t mind the pain, the only thing that he couldn’t withstand was the orc’s horrific breath when he roared on top of the dwarf.

He tried to wrestle the orc but neither his strength nor his hands could carry that lift. Again the dwarf tried to hold the creature away from him, but as the orc got up he pushed his knee in the dwarf’s belly. Suddenly three arrows flew carried by the northern wind right into the orc’s throat. Red blood splattered on the dwarf, just when the arrows swiftly penetrated under the orc’s chin leaving certain death for the foul creature. Delghar rolled over as fast as he could before the massive dark olive corpse fell down imbuing his jaw in mud. The dwarf observed the battlefield as a cloaked figure approaching carrying a snow-white coloured bow made from the finest oaks in Dunllbarow forest.

When Delghar raised his eyes to see his unwelcomed guest he picked up his axe trying to be intimidating. The man wore a light blue cloak sewed in with gold, his white tunic buttoned with jewels was tugged in his trousers and buckled by a fine leather belt. He carried something that looked as a half of an jade necklace wrapped around his neck. The bow was held by his right hand dressed in a jewelled chain gauntlet. He stepped on the orc and pulled out three silver arrows that glittered in a bright colour.

The dwarf rearranged his scale helmet, which was a prize given to him by Lord Daemon, the long lost count of the first county of Naundahn. “So dwarf, will you stare at me all day or will you say something.” – he uttered the words with a light shallow accent. The dwarf looked at him grumbling some words and finally said – “Did you kill this orc?”- the man took out a silver dagger and answered while cutting the orc’s belt – “Why of course. You were dying under that creature, and I was sure that you couldn’t defeat that warrior”. Delghar knew that the man mocked him, so he turned over and walked away. The figure took the beast’s belt with his pouch of gold, when suddenly he spotted the sapphire gem in the dwarf’s backpack.

“Wait dwarf, please forgive me, I am not in a good mood today.”- he walked slowly to Delghar revealing his face under the hood. The sun’s rays broke the mist entering with every light that it could colour the man’s face. He was an elf, with sparkling green eyes, and long smooth cheeks. His narrowed eyebrows rose high when he passed his hand to the dwarf. “My name is Zhael, true son of Ghaelmorre, prince of the elves.” The dwarf appraised the elf standing five feet in front of the orc’s corpse. “Delghar Blisterback, the toughest drinker in my county” – he grinned and gripped the elf’s hand roaring in laughter. Zhael smiled while opening the orc’s pouch. From it flew out a dark blue colour that shined within. There was nested a small blue stone, in colour and texture, just like Delghar’s...

* * * * *

Katiana was slightly awake when the golden rays of sun entered her chambers through the massive stone window drawn with the silk waves of the curtains. Her eyes widely opened when the northern wind blew through the long silver folds working its way to her face. She had dark brown hair tied in a long ponytail with a green ribbon. Katiana’s eyes glittered with a fiery opal color when she walked away from the royal bed. She had twenty eight summers and yet, she was a queen. A large gold crown, with sapphires crafted in, emerged from a pedestal standing on the right side of the bed. The crown was named Dragon Crown, because it was a gift for the first king. Those sapphires were scales from a dragon, and they held more magic than anything.

Every inch of her body tingled as she walked to the silver pedestal gazing at the crown. So powerful, and yet in her hands, she thought while taking the gold crown. Her people are suffering at the hands of the orcs, she had to stop them, but as the years slowly pass her army looses more people, and if the news about the great white enemy at the northern Silvershard Mountains are true, if he is slowly waking from his sleep that was casted at him by the great magician Zelanore, then there is no hope. Certainly she couldn’t defend her kingdom, if the orcs attack from the east and the bandits cause trouble at the west side of the river, even with the help of elves the orcs still come to the island with a large numbers of infantry. It will be worse, she knew, when the Dragon awakens, it will roam eternal chaos at this small kingdom nested in the middle of the Dagorlan Sea.

Katiana undressed herself letting the fine silk to fall rubbing her smooth shaded skin. She only wore the Dragon Crown while she was standing in front of her round golden mirror. Her beautiful crafted body lied on the bed relaxing and thinking. Her hands slowly moved upwards. She felt her fingers slowly touching her exquisite breasts. She was still a virgin, the throne was passed to her from the king, her father, not her man. Tears fell cascading down her cheeks, her eyebrows narrowed as her hands passed down, felling the smooth skin, heading more down, touching more often, enjoying more of her…

ponedjeljak, 30.04.2007.

Zanimljivo, veoma zanimljivo....

Još jedan dan slobode, još samo prvi maj, i onda opet obveze. Bilo je veoma ugodno gledati kako prolaze ovi praznici i sa osmijehom otiskivati svoju maštu na tvrde stranice uvezane u digitalnu projekciju što mi zovemo računalo. Iako ne rado očekujem početak škole, no šta je tu je, do tada evo vam mali cuttout iz sljedećeg poglavlja:

*****

When I aproached the doors and turned the handle, out of no reason the train started and my watch was running again. But, there were no people in my coach. I returned to my cabin taking out from my bag, my only true friends since I lost my brother and comrades, votka and a nagan. Drinking the last drop I filled my rewolwer and held it closely to my heart. After several minutes the doors swung open nearly giving me a heart attack, but it was just Goblar with his strange walking stick in a shape of a candy cane.

-Hello, Nikolai! How you been? – he asked me cheerfully sating down

-Well, I could have been better, by the way, why are you still awake? – the smell of rotten meat came into the cabin again, it must have been something that Goblar was carying.

-I don’t sleep, I walk, I awake! All time, I walk. Walk, walk, just walk. – to me, Goblar was a very unusual fellow, despite his look

-So, why did you came?

-Ah, I forgot almost. Master see you now, in fiften minutes, he bring dinner.

-But it is four am, does he ever sleep? - I was intrigued by his so called “Master”

-Can’t speek now, Goblar must go, feed the chickens! – he left the cabing jumping around singing and gripping tightly his walking stick

How the hell did I got into this trouble? I ran from my enemie, from my country, and even from my friends. Now I ended up with a strange guy that had an even “stranger master”. Oh God… Why me…

četvrtak, 26.04.2007.

Chapter III: I and Brother, Tank And Weapon

Russia, a place where any man can feel icy cold winter under his skin. Today I and my brother go to inspect some old caravan heading east. Lav thinks it is the enemy suplies, but it could be some refuges. Boris made the last bottle of votka, and we drank the half of his fine wine.

Our friends, the third division, were sent into Stallingrad to patrol the east and west building blocks. On the other hand, our unit has to do some damn search for an enemy control post. Those Faschist bastards are not doing any good to us. Well it could be worse, ‘cause last week we lost all our weapons, and today we only have seven mosin nagans, one scoped, and three quarters of granade. It was all in a locked box under Dimitrij’s bed. But we are a twelwe man squad so we had to share our equipment.

-Hey, are you okay? I’ve heard what happened, Lav doesn’t blame you. – my brother came in holding his hat

-Ivan, why do I care, if they even bother to blame me. I didn’t open the box, I didn’t take anything out of it. – I replied with anger

-Take a hold of yourself, we are advancing to the outskirts of Stallingrad soon. I don’t want you to go insane. The group is just saying that one mosin nagan was stolen. You’ll be okay if Lav finds it, otherwise Boris will loose trust in you.

-Trust is the only thing that can be broken in Siberia, and I don’t intend to betray my friends, I need your help and you need mine. My brother do you believe me?

-….Yes… - he looked me in my eyes and pronouced the words with a uncertain voice

I knew that he realy bellieved me. I was just the damn cold that bothered him. No brother of mine will ever lie to me, we are strongly bonded by our strength to save the Motherland. Even if he is my half brother, we treat ourselves like real brothers and friendship is our true and only mother so long as we fight and stand beside each other.

We prepared ourselves to head out and search for the caravan. Ivan and I were quite good warriors, so there was no need to send backup with us. He always used the scoped mosin nagan, and with my combination of assault we developed a very unusual tactic that we used in the war, but now we can’t. We had to ambush the caravan, but we didn’t even know what kind of caravan we are attacking, I praise to God that all will be okay.

After a long walk, we passed the bushes and followed an unusual track made by some sort of a gigantic van. It headed east to Moscow. Judging by the imprint it was very slow and Ivan calculated the time before we reach it. Was that the caravan that we had to find, or it was something much deadly? Van or a caravan, it didn’t really matter, all that we needed to do was to find it and alert Lav.

-Nikolai, I’m going to look through my binoculars, we are close and I don’t hear anything.

-Alright, but be carefull, I’ll scout the are behind us.

From that point we were divided, he went ahead while I took a look in the nearby forest. This winter was very cold, nearly sixty deegreses minus, and you couldn’t walk on the rough snow while the wind blew into your face. The Nazi’s weren’t preppared for this kind of battle in the cold, so here we had the upper hand, but we didn’t have many arms for war.

When I passed the large boulder marked on the map as a lookout point I heard something mechanical that was rumbling in front of the forest. I sneaked behind the rock to take a peak of this noisemaker. There it stood, ten meters in length, a large tank covered in steel. It was the largest tank I have ever seen, and on the hull was written “Panzerkampfwagen VIII Maus”. This tank was a colosal monster heading towards the point where my brother stood, undefended.

I ran back throught the forest, fighting the strong wind, bashing my feet against the frozen snow that covered my path. I couldn’t let Ivan to die, I had to do something, so I went to a nearby base that was supposed to be abbandoned, I can only hope to reach there in time.

Soon I got to the base pursued by fear for my brother. The doors were frozen so I had to blow them up. After I used three of my grenades I entered the bunker and started to search for anything that could help me. In the left corner was a large trunk full of old worn clothes. I duged into it searching, but nothing was there. A large hole on the right wall blended into a “door” leading me to the storage. There laid my hope to defeat that monster, the Panzerfaust or litteraly “tank fist”.

After I took my weapon I headed towards the tank moving silently around bushes. My feet left prints imbued in the rough snow as I crouched near the rock waiting for the tank. After a while nothing was heard so I picked up the bazooka and walked around the corner. At first my view was blocked from the chilly gust and vapour but then, teen feet in front of me stood “the monster”. Quickly I gripped the large pipe like weapon aiming at the tank.

-Acthung! Ich will destroy du. Du will be kaputzt! – I yelled on their native language not sure if I am correctly speaking

-Did du horen mich words! Hinaus with dir! – but there was no reply

I slowly approached the tank searching for a door. It was deserted, but only one german was left there, dead, while the whole tank was sprayed in blood. No point of destroying this thing, but still it bugged me, what killed them. I took the panzerfaust and left for the encampment wondering where was Ivan…

ponedjeljak, 16.04.2007.

Ah, back from a long journey...

Napokon sam se vratio i oprostite što me dugo nije bilo (special regards to DDD and the Devil). Imao sam puno posla (u vezi krizme i ostalog) i taman me sad dočekala škola - stvarno da poludiš - nisam stvarno imao dosta vremena za nest zapisat (zapeo na trinaestom poglavlju) no sada vam dajem novi cuttout from the next chapter (posvećen krizmenim uljem samo za moje vjerne fanove) - I, eh da, otvaram novi box u kojem se kriju sve informacije za Goblara. A sada ono što ste svi vi čekali :

*****

-Hey, are you okay? I’ve heard what happened, Lav doesn’t blame you. – my brother came in holding his hat

-Ivan, why do I care, if they even bother to blame me. I didn’t open the box, I didn’t take anything out of it. – I replied with anger

-Take a hold of yourself, we are advancing to the outskirts of Stallingrad soon. I don’t want you to go insane. The group is just saying that one mosin nagan was stolen. You’ll be okay if Lav finds it, otherwise Boris will loose trust in you.

-Trust is the only thing that can be broken in Siberia, and I don’t intend to betray my friends, I need your help and you need mine. My brother do you believe me?

-….Yes… - he looked me in my eyes and pronouced the words with a uncertain voice

I knew that he realy bellieved me. I was just the damn cold that bothered him. No brother of mine will ever lie to me, we are strongly bonded by our strength to save the Motherland. Even if he is my half brother, we treat ourselves like real brothers and friendship is our true and only mother so long as we fight and stand beside each other.

We prepared ourselves to head out and search for the caravan. Ivan and I were quite good warriors, so there was no need to send backup with us. He always used the scoped mosin nagan, and with my combination of assault we developed a very unusual tactic that we used in the war, but now we can’t. We had to ambush the caravan, but we didn’t even know what kind of caravan we are attacking, I praise to God that all will be okay.

After a long walk, we passed the bushes and followed an unusual track made by some sort of a gigantic van. It headed east to Moscow. Judging by the imprint it was very slow and Ivan calculated the time before we reach it. Was that the caravan that we had to find, or it was something much deadly? Van or a caravan, it didn’t really matter, all that we needed to do was to find it and alert Lav.

petak, 06.04.2007.

Chapter II - A Merre Passanger, Train To Romania

As I was walking down the platform waiting for my train to arrive, I’ve noticed a young lady sitting at the bench all by herself. She was crying and calling for a man, “Sasha”. I wonderes if it was my Sasha, who got killed in the sickbay. I sat near here looking at her beautifull black hair, her full lips of pleasure, her emerald eyes. I was enchanted by her beauty. So long had passed since I saw a real woman, most desires that I forgot about, woke in me, lusting for lost memories of love like a ferocius beast burried inside. She looked at me with her tearfull eyes, I’ve felt her pain by just looking at her

-Why do you still look in the past when nothing is there to be forgoten about. Your memories are guided by images that hurt you most, in places you’ve never understanded before. – I said to her

-Oh, sir, you don’t know how is to love and to be loved. My heart still goes forward since my darling died.

-He was your husband?

-No, my brother that kept me alive all this time, that helped me to stand up every time I had fallen on my knees.

-I to had lost my brother, my whole family, and yet is still live not turning back. I know that God has a plan for us all. My lady, before I leave could you tell me your name?

-Antoniete, shy as a little deer, and kind sir may I know yours – she replied

-Nikolai.

It saddens me to leave her behind. She was waiting for her father to arrive and I had to leave for Romania. I stepped on the stairs leaning on my left arm and got up. It was a nice and cozy train, and I’m that I got the ticket in the last moment. Why Romania, I have had a choice to pick any country and I picked Romania. My old friend lav told me that there was the saffest route to America. From there I could saffely travell to France and get a ship to New York.

My cabin was very warm, I did not need to relax my hands on the fire like I’ve done it in the trentch. It felt so good that I finnaly got away from the cold winds of Siberia, but it was quite sad for me to leave my birthplace. Never less, now I am a new man, and I have a new way of life.

Moments after departure from Zaporozhje, I heard explosions and gunfire, the Nazis were fighting trough our defenses, I thought. It seemed to me that this war was not needed for our world. Only stupid people kill each other, it is best to stay away from them. What will happen now, when the war finishes, will Germany prevail or will it fall down like the rest of the countries? First Chekhoslovakia fell under Hitler’s tirany, then Poland, followed by all the rest of them. Germany was like a big giant, it just ate and searched for more.

When I fellt relaxed by the comfort of my warm cabin, the doors swung open leaving a man behind them that was enveloped in a corrosoive smell. He was dressed in a long gray coat, his eyes were like empty sockets that were watching me. The man carried a walking stick, he held it closely to his pale face. As you could see his veins pulsing through his bald forehead, he smiled at me.

-Is this free seat? – he asked with a slovakian accent roughly speaking English

-Why of course, make yourself comfortable. – I coughed from the stench

-Thank you, my name Goblar, I travel to my house, it’s with Romania. – he could not speak my language very well, it semmed as he was new to Ukraine – Where you go?

-I am too travelling to Romania, my relatives live in Brasov. – I replied glancing at his strong hands, he was two feet taller than me, and he smelled bad, very bad

-How coincidence, my master live near Brasov. You go with me. – he looked at me with his dark gray eyes.

-Thank you, but I cant – You go with me – he interrupted – No sir, I cannot – You go with me – he smiled as I fell back in the comfortable seat

-You go, I help your journey, no large deal for master.

I had frozen in fear, I’ve never felt so cold in Siberia than here sitting right next to him. I slowly reached for my bag taking out my gloves observing him. He sat there on the seat like a zombie watching me without blinking, smilling at my gestures. Goblar was someone not to be tempered with.


-Where is your master now? – I asked breaking the silence

-He sleeping from a long travel, we been to Moldova, city called Kishinev. He back, at the second train. – what, he was here, I’d hate to meet his master, but I had to

-Is he coming here, in this cabin?

-Yes, at when day go dark, at night. – Goblar smilled

What was his master like, someone that likes the night very much? His master was a fiend, but I do not regret any choice that I made that day in the train. Darkness was falling soon, as for Goblar, he went to sleep, I couldn’t close my eyes that night, and it was not the smell. Images of war polluted my mind, I only felt the cold winds of Siberia rushing, the sounds of bullets firing at the enemie, but that was Goblar snoring. As the waxing moon rose in the sky the atmosphere became scary, nothing was heard, and no rackling from the train, no wolves outside, not even Goblar’s snoring.

-The night is fresh at this hour. – A man apperaed right next to me.

I jumped on my seat terrified. He had long black hair that was covering his face. His wide shoulders were binded a long cloak. He had crystal clear blue eyes that shined in the moonlight. His nose was supported by a dense dark brown moustache.

-Sorry for frightening you, are you okay, you look like you could use a drink. – he took a goblet and sipped some vine giving it to me – Here you go.

-Thank you, my name is…

-Nikolai. – I trembled as he spoke my name – How do I know, it doesn’t matter. I am Vladislav the Third, a Romanian voivode.

He wa s a voivode, but a very old one as I had seen it in his eyes. Vladislav insisted that I should come to his mansion in the region of Transylvania. There I would replenish myself and continue my long trip to America. Vladislav was a very unusual person who travelled with Goblar. He did not smell badly as Goblar, and certainly spoke English good.

-You see, the Nazis just want to be the “Jacks”. They will crush anything and enslave it for their own need. But you Nikolai, I wonder how did you survive this war? Are you one of their allies?

-No, mister Vladislav – Call me Vlad – he interupted with a smile – It was only my damn luck. Now I am embarrased to leave my country as a desserter, but I fear for my life.

-As we all do, Nikolai. I am giving you an invitation to a new way of living, you can chose between your life as a desserter and a traitor to you precious Motherland, or you can come with me and Goblar to be my student.

-Student? Student of what…? – I asked looking at his clear blue eyes

-Well, if you want to know I can show you. Be in the last coach before the dawn’s breaking. I must go now to find me some dinner. – In that momment I turned arround to look at my watch and he dissapeared with Goblar, leaving only the foul smell.

I squirmed in my seat, waiting until the last hours passed. I couldn’t sleep, I was deeply in the ecstasy of excitement. I felt just like in the caravan ambush that I did with my brother that day at the line, holding tightly my rifle, waiting for our mission to begin…

utorak, 03.04.2007.

Nestrpljivi?

Hm, jel moja knjiga postaje novi "ecstasy" za vas, trebate novi fix?
Pozdrav DDD-u i the Devilu, mojim vjernim fanovima. Drago mi je što je čitate i uploadirat ću u petak novi chapter, strpite se. Ali evo, kad već moljakate, mali cut out iz novog chaptera:

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I had frozen in fear, I’ve never felt so cold in Siberia than here sitting right next to him. I slowly reached for my bag taking out my gloves observing him. He sat there on the seat like a zombie watching me without blinking, smilling at my gestures. Goblar was someone not to be tempered with.


-Where is your master now? – I asked breaking the silence

-He sleeping from a long travel, we been to Moldova, city called Kishinev. He back, at the second train. – what, he was here, I’d hate to meet his master, but I had to

-Is he coming here, in this cabin?

-Yes, at when day go dark, at night. – Goblar smilled

What was his master like, someone that likes the night very much? His master was a fiend, but I do not regret any choice that I made that day in the train. Darkness was falling soon, as for Goblar, he went to sleep, I couldn’t close my eyes that night, and it was not the smell. Images of war polluted my mind, I only felt the cold winds of Siberia rushing, the sounds of bullets firing at the enemie, but that was Goblar snoring. As the waxing moon rose in the sky the atmosphere became scary, nothing was heard, and no rackling from the train, no wolves outside, not even Goblar’s snoring.

-The night is fresh at this hour. – A man apperaed right next to me.

I jumped on my seat terrified. He had long black hair that was covering his face. His wide shoulders were binded by a long cloak. He had crystal clear blue eyes that shined in the moonlight. His nose was supported by a dense dark brown moustache.

-Sorry for frightening you, are you okay, you look like you could use a drink. – he took a goblet and sipped some vine giving it to me – Here you go.

-Thank you, my name is…

-Nikolai. – I trembled as he spoke my name – How do I know, it doesn’t matter. I am Vladislav the Third, a Romanian voivode.

petak, 30.03.2007.

Chapter I - The Beginning, Stallingrad 1942.

Colonel Chekevsky ordered my unit to storm the front. I don’t know how much I can take... The winter here is awfull; Boris had a seisure last night. We can’t continue this way; I’ve already lost my position at the gate and several men. One of them was Ivan Zahaljevich Dashnjak, my dear friend and my half brother. The Nazi scum are closing in very fast; today I killed three of them. I stabed one in the back when he was taking a piss, the second one...Hmm... He didn’t have a chance. I shot the third one in the liver and watched him as he slowly died. We are using too much rations, but we have plenty of Boris’s homemade votka to ease our thirst, we have only enough to last five days.

- Zahaljevich! Come here quick. – I heard a shout from the north post

It was very hard to pass the barricade that we made. You had to climb up to a damaged building on the left and then jump down crawling through the debris. I ran as fast as i could, because there was not much time till the second atack will turn up. Dimitrij was standing near the rough frozen doors. He was in his usual appearance, dressed in a leather coat with a fur cap hammered on his head. His glasses were nearly cracking from the chilly wind as he stood leaning on his rifle.

- Lav is waiting for you inside, he looks quite discomforted, and I fear that tonight we go to our last battle. – He said

- I don’t really know, you see, in a way that I look at it, God is always with us and we will be victorius.

- Ah, it is the way of life.

I entered the room leaving Dimitrij in the cold, now it was his turn at the sentry. He was a young man; he only had twenty three winters of live in Siberia, so sad. I fear that the Soviet Union is decaying from within. No hope can help us defeat the Nazis, we just have to wait for the right moment to strike. Even the French are having the problems, but this is not my time to judge.

- For what did you need me sir? – I asked stepping carefully on the half frozen steps.

- Nikolai, tommorow we must go ahead, we need to scout the area for German infantry. We will be leaving Boris by the wall, there we will get some reinforcements.

- But we need time, we don’t even know what is beyond the gate. – I harshly replied

- I know that last night you suffered a great loss. Even I sometimes cry for my soldiers, but our comrades have not died without any reason. As soon this war ends we will be getting to our homes, so tommorow we go. – I can remember the look that he gave me that day, all disaster

- As you comand comrad commisar.

- Please Nikolai, we fought many battles together, you are like a brother to me, I too seek vengance against those Faschist bastards, so please tell me what I’m doing wrong.

I looked at him feeling pain like a knife pushing itself slowly through my heart. I know now that my fate was sealed, we go to suicide, but that is better than to die by the hands of a Nazi. We go to defend our Motherland, to defend our homes, our wives.

Tonight we prepared ourselves. We’ve carried Boris out in the cold and walked slowly to the wall. There we called the main comand center by a radio in this area. While waiting for our reinforcements Dimitrij heard something, we had to investigate it. Two hours had passed in the frozen night, and then came a T-34 tank from the west carrying seven soldiers with full rations. One of them was Yuri Zrovski, a sniper rifle, from the fourth division. Boris was departed to the nearest sickbay in a hope of curing him, now with twenty three soldiers, one tank and a armed van, we might have a chance at all.

Back at the post we relaxed waiting for a sign to go beyond the gates. The new guys were sleeping on sack of grain while Lav pealed a potato with his bayonet. Dimitrij’s book caught my eye. He was reading The Idiot by Dostoyevski, I wondered if I was an idiot that joined this army to kill myself, this was my full time job, and Idiotism was out of question in my work. I kill swiftly, I will kill for my family, I will even kill for money because I don’t have anything left to live for, only false memories and hopes, and now I am killing to survive this war, to survive this damn winter.

- Lav, when do we go to the gates? – I asked leaning on the nearly broken wood that supported our wall

- I don’t know, soon when we get a sign from the comand center. As far now Nikolai, get some rest. – He threw the potato in a basket looking at his wristwatch that was nearly frozen.


It was one hour past midnight, the perfect time for a lookout, in one hand a bottle of votka, in the other a rifle which will save your life. It works only if you’re not drunk at the time when the enemie is closing by. Our little post was just a trentch nested beneath the broken building and surrounded by piles of debris and barricades that we made. If you walk past the debris you will be an easy target if someone was scouting on the large gates that were on the opposite side of the field. I walked outside rubbing my hands at my waist, it was very cold that night, even the fire in the post couldn’t hold us together.

I glanced at the gates looking the strong hinges that supported them, we’ve never had an opportunity to open the gates, but still we guard them like a fisherman waiting for the fish to bite. Yuri was cleaning his sniper rifle, he was not older than me, but surely more expirienced. I’ve heard how much medals did he earned, but he wasn’t skilled as the legendary Vasilli as they called him. I can’t take it anymore, so much adrenalin pumping through my veins, this was a real torture, finnaly we can take those Faschist on.

The bell rang from the watchtower on the south. As Yuri quickly turned to see what was happening I suffered a strong hit on the head. Last images that I saw were just pictures of slaughter, Yuri was dead in front of my eyes, shoot right in the head as he moved. I fell down as all went black, hearing whisperes from the deep.

I was slightly awaking when somebody pulled me up.

- Ach, dieser ist shixer. Wo soll ich ihm hinwerfen? – I heard something but my eyes were covered with a blind fold and my hands tied down.

- In die Kutsche. Und sich zu, dass der Oberst heute sein Essen rechtzeitig bekommt.

Where the hell am I? Are the Germans taking me to some concentration camp? One man pulled me up and pushed me on the wooden planks of a carriage. I heard horses when the vehicle started to move. What could I do? Is there something to help me get away, I wasn’t sure where are they taking me, but it wasn’t a good feeling.

I was traveling for a while when someone removed my blindfold. It was a Nazi infantry soldier. I sat there in a carriage surounded by five Nazis, all that I could see was that I was leaving Stallingrad. The Nazi that took of my blindfold removed his helmet. He had short brown hair and nearly black eyes.

- Ich bin Thomas, und wer bist du? – He pointed at himself murmuring something on German and then he looked at me

This soldier looked very special, all other were behaving like scums, only he seemed interrested in me. He took a bowl and grabbed some food. He gave it to me and said “Bitte esse.” I thought that it meant eat so I ate beans and meat. Thomas was very caring for me, he was a jarhead I pressumed, not much skilled in combat. Five hours passed in the morning till we left that I couldn’t see Stallingrad anymore.

The carriage stoped a hill and a soldier pushed me forward, I was tied so I fell down on the snow imbuing my face in the cold. The others were laughing, even Thomas, then I’ve spotted a pack of rat poison in his hand. He poisoned the food and gave me to eat it. He told to the others something on german and they got up carrying knives. It was not long till my body started to cramp, I couldn’t breathe anymore, the poison finnaly got to me.

- Sich mal, wie er zittert! Ich dachte, alle Russen wa ren aus Eis gemacht. – Thomas laughed with the rest of them.

I watched as the Nazis approached me grinning to see me as a victim, but then I caught a glimpse of a KV (Klimet Voroshilov) tank heading my way, and it was the sixth division sent by the command center from Stallingrad to patrol the roads. I was so gratefull to God for helping me...

The division returned me to the sick bay after they massacred the five playful Nazis leaving Thomas in his pool of blood. After my health got better I have heard that my whole division was killed, I was the only one of them alive. After a while I met Sasha, a soldier that was carried here by his friend who died at the front of the door. His story was simmilar to mine, he lost his squad and he got nearly killed by German soldiers.

We were settled in a sickbay near the exit from Stallingrad, all that we could do was just to pray for hope. It was a bloody battle for Stallingrad, we fought hard for every house, for every piece of wall, but it wasn’t enough. Soon we heard that the Faschist were closing on us, they were so close to us that we had to fight for our survival.

- Nikolai, tell every healthy patient, who could hold a gun, to meet me in the basement, we must defend ourselves. – Said the captain of this post

- So we fight again, those Nazi scum will see that our Soviet Union, will never fall down. As for you Nikolai, it is an honour to fight at your side. – Sasha was a true friend in this dark times, and I never forgot him

- I respect that Sasha, but what if we fail, then what will happen?

- A man told me once, God has every plan for us, and if we truly believe, we will succede. – It was I who said that to him when he lost all hope to live

And then, the battle for the sickbay had begun. The Nazi occupied several building blocks, we were surounded. Only Putin, our sniper man held the position at the balcony shooting the large bullets from his rifle. I and the doctor defended the rear of the basement. We killed as many as possible, and then we retreated to the east. There was Sasha holding his rifle, he never shot a bullet before I could se that the way he was looking at me. I quickly ran to his aid rolling on my side dodging the metal projectiles fired from the enemie.

- Are you all wright? Here let me show you how to hold a rifle. – I taught him the basics, well only the main facts, enough to kill.

After several fired shots Sasha only injured several of them, I killed ten of them.

- I got one! I got one! – he yelled in happiness before one of the bullets, intended for me, pierced his head leaving all blood around him.

The fight ended leaving the Nazi soldiers to retreat from the battle field. Sasha was dead and we gave him a decent burial, like the rest of the patient and medical staff that died there. The rest of us left Stallingrad with the refugges going to Ukraine, I was a desserter so I had to leave Russia.

From a safe route in Ukraine, I caught a train travelling to Romania, It seemed that I was running from my duty, but my duty was not meant to die there like the rest of those poor bastards. My comrades died for a reason, a reason that I must go and live in freedom of our Soviet Union. But all did not go well after the battle in Stallingrad…

četvrtak, 29.03.2007.

Još jedan dan...

Javljam se sa sata tehničkog da vam poručim nešto vrlo važno. Hvala svima vama koji su pročitali uvod u moju knjigu i nadam se da će te je čitati do kraja, mislim dok je budem pisao. Sutra u 14:00 h uploadirat ću prvo poglavlje - Staljingrad 1942. - Doviđenja do sutra, pamet u glavu, BYE!!

P.S. Goblar vas pozdravlja.... Upoznat ćete ga kasnije

Sincerely Empyrion AkA. Pokupa

ponedjeljak, 26.03.2007.

Prologue - Eternal Damnation

„The likes of you journey far beyond your own simple reason. God’s children, yeah wright. This world is God’s playground and no one really cares what will happen, only deeds sew large nets of sin...”

“Do your really understand, people banish creatures of the night into darkness of the eternal sun, they hate us, and yet, you, the very special individual, the one they call the prophet of deceit, is still walking by me, listening to every word I say...”

“Be damned foul priest, you think that you are something special by waving that silly cross around, let me show you what really power means. I use my power to crush the skulls of your kind, to severe your hands and let the hot blood paint the floor. That is my curse...”

“No one really knows the truth, I told you that long ago in the days of the coronation. Only monsters really feel for this world. Every ghoul, vampire, even a ghost, has a story and a very sad one...”

“I have survived the second world war, with only bruises from a plank. My brother was killed in a mission, a pitty but I don’t look up on the past, I only feed on fresh memories of the future. My time of existenece was long forgotten. It was years before I was really reborned, as a vampire I mean.”

“So you want to hear it...My life, told like a tale, full of happy adventures and new friends, well it isn’t like that...”

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