Abenu – The Blog

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Posted by ramsesoriginal on June 5, 2009

Ok, the last few days where fantastic, and I am just having a converstion that concludes this week in the best possible way. Yaay!

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Il patto

Posted by ramsesoriginal on August 10, 2008

Correre. Piú veloce. Niente sosta. Correre. Continuare. Sempre avanti, continuare a correre. Lento, sono troppo lento. No! Non puó essere! Mi sta raggiungendo. Oddio… BANG BANG! Che é successo? Non sento piú abbaiare. Com’é possibile? Qualcuno si é ricordato del patto? Ma chi? Sono tutti morti.. ecetto lui.. ma lui.. non é piú uno die nostri. Ma chi altro potrebbe rischiare di aiutarmi? Sto ancora correndo.. devo frmarmi. Devo accertarmi che sia veramente morto. Piano, con cautela, mi sto voltando. Non ci credo.. é lui!

Si stava voltando. Non capivo perché aveva continuato dopo avere sentito gli spari. Peró niente eguaglió come mi guardó quando mi scorse dietro al sra’kalel abattuto, fucile in mano, e sorridente. Erano anni che non la vedevo piú.. da quando avevo acettato la missione. La missione che aveva salvato tutti. Che aveva condannato tutti. Era necessaria. Lo sapevo. Peró non mi sono mai perdonato le cose che avevo fatto. Bhe, finalmente era finita. Finalmente, dopo tutti questi anni, l’avevo rivista. E lei mi guardó. Intensamente. Sembrava che vedesse un angelo. Bhe, in effetti.. ero un angelo. Non mi ero ancora abituato all’ idea di avercela fatta. Finalmente potevo proteggerla. Peró il suo sguardo mutó.. in qualcosa di oscuro.. paura.  No, panico. Si voltó e scappó. Non potevo permetterle di continuare in quella direzione. C’era un motivo per cui lo sra’kalel la stava protando in quella direzione. Mi alzai in volo e la inseguii. La raggiunsi appena in tempo, la presi e la alzai pochi secondi prima che la terra sotto ai suoi pieid eruppe in un’esplosione. Mentre la stringevo al mio petto, mi chiesi quanto si ricordasse di me. L’ultima volta che mi aveva visto ero molto differente. Ero sovrappeso, e di molto. Ero lento. Portavo occhiali con dlel lenti incredibilmente large. Capelli lunghi mai ordinati, grassi e pieni di forfora. E sempre ed esclusivamente vestiti malconci. Ad un tratto lei si voltó, mi guardó, e mi chiese una sola parola: “perché?”. Stavamo raggiungendo gli alberi. La depositai sulla sommita di un ghelilo altissimo. Gentilmente le spiegai la mia missione. Le spiegai tutto. Lei non sapeva che era al sicuro, e continuava a guardarsi intorno.

Non ci credo. È veramente lui. È venuto a salvarmi. Si ricorda del patto. Quais quasi no nrealizzo cosa mi sta raccontando.. una storia incredibile. La sua storia. Calma. Devo stare calma. È solo un trucco? No. Siamo gli ultimi rimasti. Il patto non é dimenticato, anche se siamo pochi. Ci riusciremo. Lo so. Lo spero. E lui.. é come me lo ricrodavo. Quegli occhi.. finalmente non son opiú nascosti dietro a dei fondi di bottiglia. I capelli neri, lunghi, che gli coprono parte dle viso.. coprono una cicatrice. Non pensare alla cicatrice, non lasciarti coinvolgere. Lui ci ha traditi. Un uomo con quelle labbra.. non puó tradire. Quelle labbra.. no, non devo lasciarmi travolgere da ricordi. Devo concentrarmi sui cambiamenti. Su quelle braccia muscolose. QUei bicipidi che smebrano durri come il ferro. Sul suo petto incredibilmente muscoloso. Sulle sue gambe sottili.. quel sorriso. No. Non ho mai poturo resistergli quando mi sorride cosí. Non sorridermi cosí. No!

L’angelo e la ragazza che erano atterrati sul albero si chinarono l’uno verso l’altra, e si baciarono. L’estraneo sorriso, spalancó le sue ali, e scompave.

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Ealderen

Posted by ramsesoriginal on July 7, 2008

“Ealderen, how many years have passed since the last time I saw you”

After this cryptic, at least for Estal, words, Al’Areon came in their direction. But he passed the Kelhi and saluted Methilab in a strange way, after which he hugged him.

“Al’Areon, old friend. Two years are pretty long, apperntly!”

Then they both started laughing. Coudl it be? could Methilab.. no, that was impossible. Methilab was just a old, crazy, drunk kelha. Or wasen’t he? Estal suddenly realized that Methilab appeared higher, stronger and somehow.. younger. And he spoke the same dialect as the Alligeri. When he tought this, suddenly he remembered where he already heared that name: one of his first adventures with Eilga was it to try to learn to read. Methilab helped them, and they found an old scroll in a cave, but it was all burned, and you could only read four words:

wait for the Alligeri

Suddenly he realized all the Ekills that where outside, mixed with the kows, and thousands of this strange beings covering the hill behind. He couldn’t understand where all the kows and the beings hidden for the past years.. Estal turned around and found everyone starring at him (except for the kelhi’s wife, who passed out). The kelhi looked at Methilab, then at Al’Areon, back to Estal and started:

“Well, as you probably understood, Ealderen hides here.” Wait.. what did he say? Theres a Ealderen here? He looked at Methilab, who just stood there, and looked stronger and younger then ever.

“Estal, take the pipe. sit down. Al’Areon, Ealderen, come here, everyone else, get out to greet the Alligeri”. Methilab and Al’Areon came, and sat down. Without thinking, Estal accepted the pipe, and started to smoke his first weed. He just couldnt belive it.. Methilab was this Ealderen person? No way!

“Estal, listen, listen carefully. Al’Areon here is a old friend of Ealderen, or Methilab, as you know him. All he told you, all the stories, tales and legends, the palces, the animals.. that was all true. ok, I think that’s pretty shokign to hear, but there’s something outside the valley. In fact, the Valley is just a really really smallvalley on a really small island in this gigantic World. And there’s more: you are Ealderen’s nephew, the rightful leader of the Alligeri.”

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Old friends never disappear

Posted by ramsesoriginal on July 7, 2008

When he woke up, Estal was in Metilhab’s house. He was lying on the floor, and a bunch of people circled him. How long was he gone? Was it all a dream? He stood up, and still everything was immerged in deep silence. He looked and their faces, and realized that except Methilab all of them where part of the family.. why where they here? They should all be in theyr palace, at the bottom of the five-finger-mountain. And Methilab was.. smoking. From the smell he was defintely smoking weed. How could that be? In the presence of the kelha and the whole family? Methilab, the old, drunk, kelhi, smoking like a kelha? Now that he looked at him.. methilab didn’t look that old, witouth his hat and mantle..

The kelha suddenly stood up, went to the window, looked out and started speaking.

“Kelha, I hope that you are awere that in my presence you should only say the truth, and nothing but the truth? Because you know, if you lie, my revenge will be insane. So, what happend to the Ekills? Where are they?”

Estal was confused, but started to remember everything.. the kows!

“The kelha was bringing them back, when suddenly kows appered! The kelha then saw strange speaking humanoid beings, and started to flee, but the Ekils where faster. The kelha is sorry and asks for a debit punishment”

Methilab and the kelhi looked at each other, then the kelhi contiued:

“Well, are you shure you saw kows? Because if not, i am going to hang you in the Gran Roa!”

Estal was wondering what was happening, Methilab acting strange, the kelhi speking to him.. anyway, he answered:

“I grant it by the life of Eliga, there where kows adn strange beings. They spoke a strange dialekt, and asked to speak to “Ealderen”, and that they’re sorry for being late. Their leader claimed to be named Al’Areon, and they made, somehow, strange sounds like a Cryltump. I can’t remember more”

The reactions as Estal kept on talking where wery diversified. Methilab started loughing when Estal said dialekt, became serious when he heared Ealderen, and started laughing without being able to stop when he heared about the apology. The kelhi remained serious the whole time, and now looked immerged in toughts. The wife rised here eyebrows as he kept on going, and blushed when he mentioned Al’Areon, lightly smiling. Their bigger doughter Smiled the whole time, and when she heared about the strange sounds, she hopefully stared at here big brother, who just nodded while stil caressing his sword and smiling, at which she stood up and ran out of the room. The kelhis brother just looked angry at Estal, like it was his fault htat the sterangers where here, and when he heared the name Al’Areon, he nearly screamed. The rest of the family was divided in two groups: the older ones talked to each other, now that Estal finished talking, and the children looked as confused as Estal felt.

Methilab stood up, went to the kelhi, and said, lowering his voice:

“Änel, it’s time to reveal it”

Änel? Estal thought Methilab must have become really crazy, calling the kelhi by his name! like he would be at the same level! But instead of the indignation estal was expecting on the kelhis face, he just looked at Estal, and nodded. Then he went outside, coming back with two smoking pipes fileld with weed, and then offered one the the now completley stunned Estal. What was happening? He coulden’t belive anything that was happening! Estal nearly fell wehn he tried to crawl to the other corner of the small house. Methilab follewd him, and also the kelhi. Just as the kelhi was again offering his pipe to Estal, the door opened, and the being who called himself Al’Areon looked inside.

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Don’t trust the appearance

Posted by ramsesoriginal on June 29, 2008

Alligeri.. Estal already heared this name before.. but when? The first of the strangers took out a incredibly long and complicated horn, and put it to his mouth. He took a deep breath, and started to make a loud and deep noise. Suddenly the animals that seemed kows started to split in two groups, leaving a small passage open. On the horizon, thousends of this alligeri appeared, all riding on mighty horses. They all where clothed in shiny metal, and wielded all the same long, recurved swords. They also had some strange curved sticks in their backs. The stranger with the horn presented himself as “Al’Areon, first of the Alligeri”.

Estal got panic, turned around and ran down to the house of Metlihab. He just heared the Aliigeri lough, but he yelled, screamed and cried until he reached his house. Methilab was outside, lying in the grass, with a jar of wine. When Methilab heared the noise Estal made, he stood up, went in his direction and said:

What’s this noise, Estal? Didn’t I explained that with this noise you’ll attract the kows?

Estal nearly passed away, then he caught himself, and brablled confuesed words. But he managed, somehow, to calm down a bit, adn just said:

I saw the kows!

Then he definetly passed away.

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Alligeri

Posted by ramsesoriginal on June 8, 2008

Suddenly Estal heared a bang. Followed soon by two others. And then even others. He promptly tried to run away, fearing this strange thunders, but the ekills where faster then him, and ran away, back to the top of the grasses. There he was: Estal, the kelhi, standing alone in the middle of a open sport, and thousands of kows in front of him. His heart began to sound similar to the Cryltump of Metlihab, and he thought that he was going to die soon.

Right when he was trying to take breath so that he could scream, two .. humanoids, coverd with some sort of long clothes, and they.. they.. they spoke! Estal could barely understand what they spoke, they spoke a strange dialect, but he could nunderstand what they said. They greeted him. They greeted him! Like he would be some sort of kelha.. and then they asked him how they could get to Milubumpe. Milubumpe.. thats exactly how Metilhab calls the Valley when he speaks of the old times! Estal told the strange beings that logically they where in the Valley, and then the strangers, after having confirmed this, said:

“We are the Alligeri.. we are sorry for being late.. can we speak to Ealderen?”

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Kows? In the Valley?

Posted by ramsesoriginal on September 7, 2007

Estal was, as every evening, bringing back the ekills to his house. He could walk the whoule way with closed eyes: down the grass until the road, then through the Cave Forest, across the bridge over the Gran Roa, and then down to the Valley. He down the same path walks every day , every evening, with his kelha’s ekills.

This was no special day, a day like each other. The clouds on top of the five-finger-mountain where getting bigger, probably it was going to rain during the night. Estal was happy that his kelha allows him to sleep with the ekills: he heared that kelhas often force their kelhi to sleep outside. Obvoiusly in a story: he could not imagine other kelhi besides himself. How could there exist something outside the valley?
Thinking about how ridiculous it is to think that you can leave the valley, he started downwards. It was a week since he last saw Eilega, so he hoped that today he would meet her today. Where is she beeing all the time?
Suddenly, he heared bells, but neither the usual ekill bells, nor the temple bell: much deeper bells. And much more bells. In fear he stopped. After some seconds of panic, he searched for a place to hide: but he didn’t found anything. So he simply lied down, and hoped that whatever was the cause of this bell-ringing, wouldn’t see him. But the bells became slowly louder and louder. He couldn’t hold it anymore, he wanted to see what kind of bells could make a sound like that. And the he saw it…

Kows. Hunderds of kows. O at least he tought that it was kows: until ten seconds before, he imagined that cows are only a invention of Metlihab to scare him. But this animals looked exactly like Metilhab described them: Big, Brown, with to horns, like a really big ekill but without the hair and with smaller ears. First he feared for his life: this terrible monsters where certanly going to kill him as soon as they saw him. Then he noticed that something was… wrong with the cows. They.. they.. they ate grass!

But his primary question now was: where did the kows come from?

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Destino crudele (The Begin 2)

Posted by Isethoriginal on April 26, 2007

Raggiunti il decimo compleanno, i due fratelli accompagnati dal padre si presentano alla Torre delle mille Foglie. É la torre piu impressionante che i due abbiano mai visti: Le mura con il loro splendore metallico rispecchiano il sole. Robot giganti offrono le loro mani come ascensore e alzano i fratelli fino in cima, dove un uomo coperto dall’ombra li aspetta. È un Tigaren, una creatura a viso di leone, con mani umane a strisce nere e una barba lunga bianca. Una maschera scura copre il suo viso, permettendo solo di vedere i suoi occhi rossi fosforescenti.
Impauriti da questo volto, Gnerk ‘Athol e Len’Degahn si guardano, incoscienti di cosa li aspettera…
“Eccovi qui, i piccolini del Dahn, beati voi che vivete in quel paese.” Il suo sguardo si fissa su Gnerk e con uno sguardo penetrante “TU,vieni.” Tremante dalla paura Gnerk si fa avanti. Il Tigaren prende la sua mano, la alza, la apre e tenendola ferma appoggia una foglia sulla piccola mano. Un silenzio preoccupante intimidisce Gnerk, lui resta fermo, paralizzato, fissando la foglia…ma niente succede. Il padre con un espiro di sollievo si avvicina a riprendere suo figlio “benfatto figlio mio, son fiero di te”. Ora anche Lin si fa avanti e a sua volta apre la mano, teso. Il Tigaren lo guarda diffidosamente, tiene ferma la mano e appoggia una foglia sulla sua mano. Lin la guarda, la foglia verde, il suo cuore inizia a battere, la foglia si muove, si tinge in un colore blu. Paralizzato il ragazzo fissa il petalo, un’aria tesa si sparge…lentamente si gira. Il volto del padre é serio, con disgusto guarda suo figlio. Il silenzio vanisce, il padre si gire, prende Gnerk e si dirige verso uscita, mentre il tigaren prende Lin. I fratelli gridano, gnerk si gira e cerca di afferrare il fratello, ma il padre lo prende in Braccia e lo porta via, mentre Lin sente come viene trascinato verso l’altra direzione. “Ti raggiungo Gnerk!”, grida, “Uniti, uniti per sempre!”, ma il padre scompare dalla torre “uniti..” sussura Lin e una lacrima scende dalla sua guancia.

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Fratelli (The Begin 1)

Posted by Isethoriginal on April 26, 2007

Siamo nell’epoca della rivoluzione idustriale e la magia, la forza piu grande del passato affaccia il suo piu grande avversario: le macchine a vapore e a elettricita. Technici di tutto il mondo si riuniscono per creare enormi robot e armi paurose. Scacciati dalle citta e abbandonati dai loro amici piu vicini, maghi e stregoni si prepparano alla piu grande guerra che il mondo abbia mai visto!
Nella notte della prima luna piena di Ghil’Doreen dell’anno 12043 Le spade meccaniche incrociano le staffe incantate. Per decenni il mondo é immerso in piena oscurita e guerra, dove oceani di sangue scorrono per i villaggi.
Proprio in quell’epoca nascono due gemelli , Gnerk ‘Athol e Lin’Degahn. Incoscenti del loro futuro, i due fratelli gnomi crescono in un villaggio piccolo e nascosto in una foresta al di la di ogni battaglia. Una notte, i fratelli si svegliano, impauriti dai rumori lontani di grida e spari si ritirano nel soffitto della loro casa. Gnerk ‘Athol, il secondo nato dei due, prende un coltello e sfiora con la lama tagliente la sua mano. “Lin, giura sul nostro sangue che nemmeno la morte ci seppara e che moriremo fianco a fianco e braccia in braccia nella stessa bataglia.”
Le urla lontane svaniscono e un silenzio preoccupante si allarga. Lin’Degahn prende il coltello, si taglia alla mano e la apoggia su quella del fratello “Lo prometto”, sussura,”Lo giuro.”
Una luce chiara e fulminante appare tra i fratelli, accompagnata da un forte bruciore, che spaventati fanno un salto in dietro. Lin e Gnerk si guardano, il polso alto, il cuore batte forte, fissano le loro mani: il taglio si é trasformato in una cicatrice rossa e larga. I gemelli si guardano, insieme fissano le loro mani. “Per sempre uniti”.

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Abenu – The Blog

Posted by ramsesoriginal on April 23, 2007

This is going to be the official Blog about Abenu. It will be the Interface between the Abenu creators and the world. In this blog we are going to speak about the lore, about the art, about the languages, about the comics of Abenu and much more.

For now, this blog will focus on the Game, since it’s the actual project of the Abenu Team.

So, probably, you are just wondering, “What teh heck is this Abenu???”. Well, the answer.. will come in some time. For now, just follow the blog and hope in some news. We will try to collect as much information as possible in this blog, and in the next days, it will be in the focus of our attentions. So stay tuned!

Best reguards,

Ramsesoriginal.

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