<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738825106534030306</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:13:48.851+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kel'Thaus' Revenge</title><subtitle type='html'>- Titan Quest AAR -</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alekstitanquest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738825106534030306/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alekstitanquest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aleksandar Budic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572328919912974926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738825106534030306.post-5913824513232503077</id><published>2009-12-14T17:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T09:42:41.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of Kel'Thaus' Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My name is Kel'Thaus, son of Dionamirus. My father is the chieftain of the Kel'Tha Tribe. We live in the mountains near Sparta. All of our men are raised as great warriors. There are two houses that teach us the way of combat - one teaches great secrets of Spirit mastery and the other one...  The House of Resurrection that teaches them all, but in a very wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was poisoned by a member of that house... He is alive but he can't take care of our tribe anymore so he told me to take his place, but members of the House of Resurrection took care of that. They threw me out of my own tribe, made everyone think that I did that to my father... All I can do now is hope that my father will live and start planning my most painful revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to travel to the village of Helos, where my fathers old friend, Diomedes, awaits. He is the chieftain of Helos, a small Greek village where many farmers live. My father sent me there every 3rd year. They taught me to use spear and shield, and Diomedes once promised me his armor, when I get old and wise enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eQl2nDJDYXk/Rzsi5bX0YKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JbKqYTM-334/s1600-h/start+of+the+journey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eQl2nDJDYXk/Rzsi5bX0YKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JbKqYTM-334/s320/start+of+the+journey.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132734570314358946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, to get to Helos I had to buy a boat and hire mercenaries... what a mistake... I shouldn't have trusted them at all... When we were close to Helos, they robbed me, took everything I had and threw me in the river... I swam  to the dock as fast as I could. When I finally reached the docks and got out of the water I started looking around for any kind of a ranged weapon. Sadly, all I found was a rusty old knife that was used to cut ropes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738825106534030306-5913824513232503077?l=alekstitanquest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alekstitanquest.blogspot.com/feeds/5913824513232503077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738825106534030306&amp;postID=5913824513232503077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738825106534030306/posts/default/5913824513232503077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738825106534030306/posts/default/5913824513232503077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alekstitanquest.blogspot.com/2007/11/beginning-of-kelthaus-journey.html' title='The Beginning of Kel&apos;Thaus&apos; Journey'/><author><name>Aleksandar Budic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572328919912974926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eQl2nDJDYXk/Rzsi5bX0YKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/JbKqYTM-334/s72-c/start+of+the+journey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738825106534030306.post-5152803726704404134</id><published>2009-11-15T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T10:13:50.918+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Village of Helos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQl2nDJDYXk/Rzxv6-jX85I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ysgSMVNsEws/s1600-h/spokesman,save+my+horse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQl2nDJDYXk/Rzxv6-jX85I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ysgSMVNsEws/s320/spokesman,save+my+horse.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133100734309987218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I proceeded to the village I saw a man screaming for help. "Please, save my horse!" he said. His horse was attacked by couple Satyrs and a wild boar. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.atomicmpc.com.au/titan-quest/images/creatures/satyr.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://www.atomicmpc.com.au/titan-quest/images/creatures/satyr.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The satyrs are deities of the woods and mountains. They are half human and half beast; they have a goat's tail, flanks and hooves. While the upper part of the body is that of a human, they also have the horns of a goat. They are the companions of Dionysus, the god of wine, and they spend their time drinking, dancing, and chasing nymphs. They say that Satyrs are peaceful creatures, but what made them so aggressive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't had time to think about it, I charged at them and killed them, risking to anger the gods.  Another strange thing is that these Satyrs were waring armor, weapons, shields... I took their stuff and carried on. I thought that this was a surprise but I changed my mind when I saw Helos. Dozens of Satyrs attacked their southern enterance. There were couple of peasants armed with knifes and spears that defended the village. It seemed like they can hold of but I decided to help. They were surprised to see me and they were grateful to me for helping them. Still, they panicked. They said that this isn't the first attack and that they fear of the new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQl2nDJDYXk/Rzx0YOjX86I/AAAAAAAAAAs/odcnvxe-HXk/s1600-h/diomedes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQl2nDJDYXk/Rzx0YOjX86I/AAAAAAAAAAs/odcnvxe-HXk/s320/diomedes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133105634867671970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the center of the village where I saw Diomedes. That old man has begone older and weaker since I last saw him. He was happy to see me but he didn't show it. I wished to complain to him about my father but, just as I was about to start, he interrupted, saying that there is one evil and dangerous shaman hiding somewhere behind their vineyards. This shaman is apparently the cause of their troubles, so he asked me to help them get rid of this pest. I wasn't sure I was up to that task but I decided to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be continued... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738825106534030306-5152803726704404134?l=alekstitanquest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alekstitanquest.blogspot.com/feeds/5152803726704404134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738825106534030306&amp;postID=5152803726704404134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738825106534030306/posts/default/5152803726704404134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738825106534030306/posts/default/5152803726704404134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alekstitanquest.blogspot.com/2007/11/village-of-helos.html' title='The Village of Helos'/><author><name>Aleksandar Budic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572328919912974926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQl2nDJDYXk/Rzxv6-jX85I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ysgSMVNsEws/s72-c/spokesman,save+my+horse.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738825106534030306.post-83200091650763216</id><published>2007-01-13T15:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T16:56:27.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Shaman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a bridge on the northern side of Helos. There were two young soldiers standing there as guards. As I was about to cross the bridge Satyrs attacked. This time they were stronger and they used torches and bows. I was scared but fear is natural, without fear there is no warrior. I took my spear and charged at them, young soldiers followed.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eQl2nDJDYXk/Rz2ynOjX89I/AAAAAAAAABE/jg_4dy4BTak/s1600-h/spirit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eQl2nDJDYXk/Rz2ynOjX89I/AAAAAAAAABE/jg_4dy4BTak/s200/spirit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133455537263342546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One tried to hit me with a club but I blocked his attack with me shield and hit him with my spear as hard as I could. The Satyr fell down on the ground and I felt different... Suddenly, bright light surrounded me and I felt good and powerful. My mind froze for a moment and all I could see is a stone panel with rounded images and names of ancient masteries. It was so powerful, I reached my hand over the Spirit image and it started shining like Zeus' thunderbolt. I knew it was meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know, I am standing on that bridge alone, Satyrs are dead and those young soldiers are back to their guard posts. I am feeling strange... like I can drain someones life and heal myself... so I rushed to the fields to kill that shaman. As I came closer I fought and killed more monsters, when finally I saw the Dark Shaman. He looked powerful but not frighting. I killed his servants first to make sure we have a fair fight. Fair fight is most important thing to a Kel'Tha Tribe member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQl2nDJDYXk/Rz2yV-jX88I/AAAAAAAAAA8/6hf85hbQivQ/s1600-h/dark+satyr+-+shaman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQl2nDJDYXk/Rz2yV-jX88I/AAAAAAAAAA8/6hf85hbQivQ/s320/dark+satyr+-+shaman.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133455240910599106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are, standing alone in his camp. Suddenly, he took his staff and hit me with lighting that staff produced. I felt weak and pathetic, like I am about to die. But I used a healing potion I found earlier and it made me strong again. I run at him, hit him couple times with my spear and I was about to drain the rest of his life but he threw a fireball which exploded and turned into small volcano. It stunted me for a second but I was back on my feet short after. It made me mad so I grabbed a torch from the ground, hit him couple times to make him weaker, his HP were low so I used my Life Drain ability and finished him of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be continued.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738825106534030306-83200091650763216?l=alekstitanquest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alekstitanquest.blogspot.com/feeds/83200091650763216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738825106534030306&amp;postID=83200091650763216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738825106534030306/posts/default/83200091650763216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738825106534030306/posts/default/83200091650763216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alekstitanquest.blogspot.com/2007/11/dark-shaman.html' title='The Dark Shaman'/><author><name>Aleksandar Budic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572328919912974926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eQl2nDJDYXk/Rz2ynOjX89I/AAAAAAAAABE/jg_4dy4BTak/s72-c/spirit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738825106534030306.post-8849423716607270827</id><published>2007-01-12T12:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T08:46:00.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road to Sparta</title><content type='html'>I returned back to Helos to tell news about the Dark Shaman. Villagers were happy and they gave me some funny but appreciated reward which was incomparable to the experience I got. Still, Diomedes was scared that monsters will continue to attack them and that, soon, they will be overrun. He told me to follow the road till I get to Spartan War Camp. There I shall seek General Leonidas and tell him about Diomedes' problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eQl2nDJDYXk/R0AvNujX9FI/AAAAAAAAACM/wxknKrI2c0c/s1600-h/spokesman,+save+my+friend.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eQl2nDJDYXk/R0AvNujX9FI/AAAAAAAAACM/wxknKrI2c0c/s320/spokesman,+save+my+friend.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134155488083571794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was leaving the village one very scared villager came running at me. I could see in his eyes that he almost died and that he is scared for someone. He told me that his friend is trapped in a cave near by. "Cursed Satyrs did this, they have gone mad!" he said. I told him to calm down, "I will find your friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth it was. The cave was located about 300 meters away from Helos. I saw two Satyrs standing in front of it, without thinking about it, I charged at them but they ran into the cave. I followed them and, inside, I could see so many of them, some were wielding spears and shields, some used simple bows, some carried axes or maces. It didn't scare me at all as I knew that the Secrets of Spirit will guide and protect me. I took out my fire staff and killed them all. There were corpses of dead Satyrs all over the place. But the cave was bigger then it looked. I continued  down, deeper in this cursed place and there I found another group of Satyrs. They were organized, balanced... like they were protecting something. "Maybe that man is still alive", I thought. Knowing that this fight will be more serious I grabbed a blade from the floor and slowly moved towards them. It didn't took long till they spotted me. They started yelling and running around. I thought they were regrouping and frankly it made me a little scared which was bad for them. In Kel'Tha tribe we are thought that fear is man's best friend, it gave us speed and strength to continue and triumph. Showing no mercy I killed every single of them, without much trouble. Suddenly I heard loud sound. That vision again... again I was looking at that ancient stone and chose another skill from Spirit mastery. Deathchill Aura it was called, it gave me ability to slow down every enemy that was dumb enough to come closer to me, it also drained their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eQl2nDJDYXk/R0AvBejX9EI/AAAAAAAAACE/p-P-LQxvLQA/s1600-h/spokesman,+thanks+for+saving+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eQl2nDJDYXk/R0AvBejX9EI/AAAAAAAAACE/p-P-LQxvLQA/s320/spokesman,+thanks+for+saving+me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134155277630174274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could hear the noise of real world again, that man I want to save, he was calling for me. I felt he was close so I activated Deathchill aura and prepared to drain someones life to heal myself. Two very strong Satyrs came running at me. I was afraid of their madness so I ran back, took my staff and killed them from distance. The path to that man looked clear so I continued. Two Satyr archers, well armed, started firing arrows at me. It made me mad so short after I drained their life, healed myself and finally saved that sad man. He was very thankful, telling me that there is a chest behind me, full of valuable items. I took a closer look and found out that he spoke truth. I took it with me while leaving the cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be continued.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738825106534030306-8849423716607270827?l=alekstitanquest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alekstitanquest.blogspot.com/feeds/8849423716607270827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738825106534030306&amp;postID=8849423716607270827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738825106534030306/posts/default/8849423716607270827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738825106534030306/posts/default/8849423716607270827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alekstitanquest.blogspot.com/2007/11/road-to-sparta.html' title='The Road to Sparta'/><author><name>Aleksandar Budic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572328919912974926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eQl2nDJDYXk/R0AvNujX9FI/AAAAAAAAACM/wxknKrI2c0c/s72-c/spokesman,+save+my+friend.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738825106534030306.post-752856388248090680</id><published>2007-01-11T15:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T08:33:57.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legend about Ura'Kala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQl2nDJDYXk/R0Pu-ejX9HI/AAAAAAAAACc/tq4pdwwWjkA/s1600-h/spokesman,+thanks+for+saving+me+%28laconia+woods%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQl2nDJDYXk/R0Pu-ejX9HI/AAAAAAAAACc/tq4pdwwWjkA/s320/spokesman,+thanks+for+saving+me+%28laconia+woods%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135210757253231730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I followed the road till I saw a house. The fence around it was demolished and I thought nobody was there. I was wrong. Someone was yelling "Help!" and  I knew I must help. there were couple of Satyrs on the enterance, I took them down and continued downhill till I saw a man in white tunic. Satyrs were chasing him so I was quick and killed them as fast as I could. The man was thankful and he gave me a small present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eQl2nDJDYXk/R0PvQujX9II/AAAAAAAAACk/ZQ0l8mlvnxM/s1600-h/abandoned+graveyard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eQl2nDJDYXk/R0PvQujX9II/AAAAAAAAACk/ZQ0l8mlvnxM/s320/abandoned+graveyard.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135211070785844354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wanted to stay there any longer as Helos might be in danger. On the road, little further from this little farmhouse, I fought many more Satyrs, crows and wild boars till I reached the area of old abandoned graveyard. The legend says that this is the place where Ura'Kala was buried. Ura'Kala is great hero form Kel'Tha tribe that killed Septum, one of the Telkines.  It was an epic battle in which both the hero and the beast were killed. Unlike other Telkines, Septum was master of Warfare skills. He used The Maces of Destruction, legendary items that were created by Ares. Septum lived high on the mountains in eastern Greece. Ura'Kala killed him because on the day when he was suppose to marry, Septum killed his bride. Ura'Kala was mad so he went to see Oracle in Delphi, consulted her and she gave him the Silence. The Silence is very powerful sword that can cut trough anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While climbing the mountain to fight Septum, a crow came and landed on Ura'Kala's shoulder.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eQl2nDJDYXk/R0PvuujX9JI/AAAAAAAAACs/Kk0UXipcoa8/s1600-h/fathers+grave+at+abadoned+graveyard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eQl2nDJDYXk/R0PvuujX9JI/AAAAAAAAACs/Kk0UXipcoa8/s320/fathers+grave+at+abadoned+graveyard.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135211586181919890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Crow said "You must use your mind like your primary weapon, throw the Silence away and you shall live. The Silence is not powerful enough, throw it! Leave it to someone else! To a new hero that will rise after you! Leave it...." But Ura'Kala didn't listen to the Crow, he continued with this mighty sword. When he finally reached the cave where Septum lived he started yelling, calling for him. Septum heard his summonings and came. He knew that Ura'Kala is the last human he will fight, he saw it in his dreams, he saw his own death. So, instead of fighting him, Septum threw his maces on the ground and let Ura'Kala slay him. When Ura'Kala swinged his blade at Septum, the reflection that sun made in it was so strong that it even blinded Zeus himself. It made Zeus mad so he threw one of his strongest lightings and killed both Septum and Ura'Kala. The only thing that was left was Silence. They say that Hermes came there to retrieve it but nobody has seen the Silence since that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be continued.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738825106534030306-752856388248090680?l=alekstitanquest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alekstitanquest.blogspot.com/feeds/752856388248090680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738825106534030306&amp;postID=752856388248090680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738825106534030306/posts/default/752856388248090680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738825106534030306/posts/default/752856388248090680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alekstitanquest.blogspot.com/2007/11/legend-about-urukala.html' title='The Legend about Ura&apos;Kala'/><author><name>Aleksandar Budic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572328919912974926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQl2nDJDYXk/R0Pu-ejX9HI/AAAAAAAAACc/tq4pdwwWjkA/s72-c/spokesman,+thanks+for+saving+me+%28laconia+woods%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738825106534030306.post-2200570990131110703</id><published>2007-01-10T09:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T10:35:32.042+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ura'Kala's Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I was leaving the abandoned graveyard I started feeling something very strange. It was cold and scary. I never felt like this... this.... this feeling... Its so cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, everywhere around me, undead skeletons started rising... Their eyes were gloving red and their blades were rusty and old, but poisoned and deadly. For the first time in my life I was so scared that my hands were shaking while I was holding my spear. They ran towards me, making this painful noise that made my helmet fall off. "Steady... steady... NOW!" and I started swinging with the spear as I thought I never could. The skeletons were killed one by one but it looked like there were thousands of them, and I can't kill them all. I'll hold my ground for now but whats the use? Sooner or later I will get tired and they will start feeding on my flesh. Suddenly, all skeletons stopped, turned around and went back where they came from. Then earth started shacking... I could see one big skeleton with two blades on fire rising from his cursed grave. He looked right into my eyes and silently walked close. Then something strange, something dark came out of him. It knocked me down on the ground, threw my spear and shield away and left me unprotected against this monster. He brandished his blade and, right as I closed my eyes and said goodbye to the world of the living, one holy ghost came. I couldn't see its face but I recognized the blade it carried. The Silence.... but could it be Ura'Kala? The ghost blocked skeleton's attack and killed it. I was surprised... could it be that Ura'Kala saved me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you?" I said. The ghost was quiet. It watched me for couple seconds and then I could hear holy voice: "Well met, Kel'Thaus. My name is Ura'Kala, your guardian angel... for now... You see, Gods have predicted that the future of the mortal world must be decided in the battle between a Titan and a mortal, you. You have been chosen to save yourself and your kind. The Gods have not chosen you because of your strength or power, its because of your willpower, your ability to complete the task given to you. For now nobody believes in you, not even yourself but I do. You will make it... you must...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be continued.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738825106534030306-2200570990131110703?l=alekstitanquest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alekstitanquest.blogspot.com/feeds/2200570990131110703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738825106534030306&amp;postID=2200570990131110703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738825106534030306/posts/default/2200570990131110703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738825106534030306/posts/default/2200570990131110703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alekstitanquest.blogspot.com/2007/11/urakalas-return.html' title='The Ura&apos;Kala&apos;s Return'/><author><name>Aleksandar Budic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572328919912974926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6738825106534030306.post-4836732643819498944</id><published>2007-01-09T14:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T17:11:57.469+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lake of Whispers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just woke up. I don't know how I fell a sleep but I don't care neither because I am in Sparta and thats where I am suppose to be. One caravan driver that delivers medicines to Sparta said that he drew me here as he though I need help when he saw me on that abandoned graveyard. I looked around and saw a man that looked like Leonidas' guard. I walked to him and we talked. He was noble and acted like I don't worth for nothing... to bad... I wish I could prove that I am a member of the Kel'Tha tribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spoke about a mighty centaur that robed Spartan caravans and killed people for fun. He and his gang were located in the Pellana Valley. I was furious to hear that the Centaurs, once noble and kind creatures became mad. What could I do? All I had on my mind was revenge, there was no time to research, I had to execute them, fast or more people will die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While leaving Sparta I met a person that told me about a ancient Lake of Whispers. It is a small lake in Laconia Woods, and only those good enough can hear the voices made by it. I had no time for it neither. Since I was in a hurry, I decided to ask someone for help. There was a mysterious woman in dark robe, standing right at the gates. I came to her and asked her where the Pellana Valley is. She turned around and looked into my eyes. Her eyes... they were blue like sky... Her lips... they were so... honest... I couldn't see much of her because of the robe but I saw enough. "Go west warrior, there lies the Pellana Valley." I said goodbye to her and went west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was strange to me that there were no monsters on my path. Suddenly I heard a voice, calling me. It was tender and somehow, I could see the lake in my mind... The Lake of Whispers... It dragged me to it, like some invisible force. It took me trough the forest, over a plain to that magical place. I could feel the energy that came back to me, I felt stronger, faster, better! Now I could hear the voice more clearly and I could see the person talking to me. She was pure beauty, I bet no theres no mortal that saw something like this... She said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome Kel'Thaus! My name is Aphatea, the daughter of Persephone and Hades and a student of Aphrodite. This is my home, the Lake of Whispers. They say that only the chosen one can hear me... Do you think you are the chosen one? Well... maybe you are... If you thought that I want something from you, you were wrong... I, actually, have something thats yours, and I just want to inform you about it. I wont give it back to you, you do not deserve it yet... Go now! Go! And be warned, a woman is looking for you. She is a member of the Septum's House, their assassin actually. I could tell you what she wants but, wheres the fun then? Leave!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Septum's House... there, she said it... now you know who banished me from my tribe... The Septum's House. And now they sent an assassin to kill me. Should I look for her? No, maybe its better to let her come to me... And why is this lady so generous and kind towards me? Why am I the chosen one? So many questions now... I bet you have many more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be continued.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6738825106534030306-4836732643819498944?l=alekstitanquest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alekstitanquest.blogspot.com/feeds/4836732643819498944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6738825106534030306&amp;postID=4836732643819498944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738825106534030306/posts/default/4836732643819498944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6738825106534030306/posts/default/4836732643819498944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alekstitanquest.blogspot.com/2007/01/part-7-lake-of-whispers.html' title='The Lake of Whispers'/><author><name>Aleksandar Budic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00572328919912974926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
