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the boarderlands, forests of the undead
In a land where men do as they please, honour, dignity, friendship and trust, are tresures that people no longer keep close to them.

most men fight for themselves. others, for darker deeds.

yet, there are those who in the name of justice, walk the lands and draw the sword for a world of true peace.

Weaver, an elven man who lost his memory 20 years ago, is such a man. 18 years he spent to exorsice his brothers demon. the same brother who tore Weaver's memories away from him. yet, in true brotherhood, he set himself this task.



2 years later, and Weaver has moved on to search for his beloved, Essence. whilst travling continues to help the opressed, fight of his own impending demons of the past, and uphold the new laws set by the Elven king, and old friend.

These are, The Adventures Of Weaver, Dream elf of the Sacred forests


Friday, March 21, 2008


   whats going on with this site? HELP!!!
my god, what have they done to this site in my abcence!? can anyone help?!

signed, a very confused anime/manga fan who has not trod the path of anime for a while. (Tony...me...)





(confused)

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Tuesday, May 15, 2007


The Writings Of Reno Gramali - Chapter 2 - The Initiation, and the Apple
“The court of Season's was in session. Spring and Winter. Summer and Fall. All of the Season's had a guard with them, as well as a wolf guard, which also could speak the common tounge... except for one. The court of Winter had with her, a wolf that rumaged through the waste of our food, and feasted with a disgusting nature. The “Faceless”, a great General, known for skining his victim's face and placing it over his own bloodiy skull, was also present with the court of Winter. Before long, the Wolfof Winter caused the inevitable outbreak, and the ”Faceless“ made quick to ally the court of Winter with us, against Spring.
“We have sworn an oath of alegence with the Algaia!”
he belowed
“Are we suppose to take that on face value?”
i almost said.

after seeing him wield his sword so effectivlly, i look back on those days, and am greatful i kept my lips sealed.”

Writen from the experience of Ifore Arneson, Soldier of the Harna Requain, present at the Liberation of Loren.


Max and i had scarecly entered the fields of Vangard when we were approched by two men, their Tabard's in blue and gold, and in the centre of it, a wolf, embroded to show that they were two of the wolf's finest guards. a fence surounded the only avalable entrance, leaving a a gap for carts, goods, and visitors to enter.

”Welcome to the Fare of Norsca. You have done well to travle so far, but now i must bid you to tell us of your busness hear. Should your news bare any suspision, then alas, i shall have to send you back over the mountians.“

Max steped forward, and cleared his throat.

”To whom are we speaking with?“ he said in a gentle, but firm voice.

”We are the Gate Keeper's. Gildernstern is my name, and with me is Ronancranze.“

”Well, Ronancranze and Gildernstern, i am Max Denar, and this here, is Reno Gramali, and we are in haste. Can you please send a messenger to the Capitan of the Harna Requain, whom should have camp with the Algaia? Tell them of our names, and that Reno has finally come to aid us with his knowlage of the land.”

”So, your a Ranger, my young friend? Very well, we will send a messenger at once. Ronancranze, if you could find someone to send the messege?”

Ronancranze saluted to his partner, and went into a large tent that was pitched behind the fence.

”What is more, is i shall bid you passage to the Fare. I belive you to be friends, especially if you are in leauge with a man such as capitan Les Le Breios.”

He then produced two large tankards, and placed them under a barrel. Out of the barrel, and into the tankards, he poured a dark amber brew. When both tankards were filled, he placed them in our hands.

”We bid you, enter. Abide our laws, and you may drink, be merry, join contests of strength and wit as you see fit... however, we ask this of both of you, for you both seem to be hardend by previous combat. keep your weapons by you at all times, for we know not when the call to arms will arise... Now! Enter, and be at ease my friends.“

we finally strode out into the open field, and was welcomed with an overwhelming sight and sound all around us. Encampments were placed along both ends of the field, some fresh from war, others preparing to do buinsess. Music from many nations, in many tounges were sung, quiet and loud alike, all reaching at every ear as it passed. Food was cooked on open fire's, and Ale's were pouring in to tankards in cosistant flow. so much was already happening, and the games had not even begun.

We walked across the field towards the centre at the east end of the field, for a familiar sight caught both mine and Max's eyes.

The White Tree. The emblem that shows us as the Harna Reqain. Upon the banner, caught up high in the noon wind, the White Tree bought to me and Max an overwhelming sense of ease. As we pased the gate into the camp, i began to feel the eyes of my future comrades burning into the back of my skull. Nervousness settled in my heart, and doubt gnawed at my mind. could i really be a man amongst so many brave, or would i only prove to get in the way?

“Rid yourself of doubt, Reno Gramali, for i too stood rather shaken when i first joined the war band.”

The voice was not that of Max. Insted, i found myself facing a man dressed in leather, which was covered in metal scales. In his left arm, sat a large wooden sheild with the White Tree embossedin metal, and surrounding the tree were the seven stars. In his sheath, a short sword of pure silver sat, and glistened in the noon sun, and atop his head, a heavy helm of Numenor covered his face. He placed his sheild down, and removed his helm. I recognized him instantlly.

“C-Capitan Le Breos!” i stummered

“Reno, you are among friends hear. You will call me Les, and i will call you Reno.”

He extended his arm towards mine, and i joined my hand with his. His hand had a warmth of courage and a grip of eagerness. The hand of a man capable of command.

“I am honoured to be here at last, Capitan Les.”

“Ha Ha! Well, Capitan Les has a good sound to it, so long as you are comfotable with it. Come, enter our tent, and regain your former strength.”

and with that, Max and I entered the large tent that stood under our banner.





more to be writen soon! please come back to read the rest!

Tony Weaver, profesional film nut, and head case

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Monday, February 26, 2007


The writings of Reno Gramali - Chapter 1 - the joining of the war band
within these pages, lie the accounts and events of myself, Reno Gramali, the war band of the Algaia, my commrads, the Harna Requain, and more importantly, my friends, that span far and wide across many nations...

the Harna Requain, the Algaia, Estragales... the Know World

Chapter One

the joining of the war band, and the Fare of Norsca

when i joined the war band, i was 41. However, since we men and women of Numenor are decended through many ages of Dunedin, we are blessed and cursed with prolonged life. As such, we have seen many comings and goings. And as such, we would appear younger than we actually are.

quite often, i was mistaken for a young runt who seeked only glory in war. Even amongst some of my kindred, this was considered so. However, my knowlage of the land was known by heart, and such as it was, i wanted to use this knowlage for the benifit of our fair realm, and for our neighboring nations. Even for those we were not so well affiliated with. thus , i became a Ranger for the Harna Requain, for they were the group i was born into.

for those who may not understand, the Algaia were split into many groups, which i will label later in these pages. but for one i will label now, the Ael, a proud and nature lerned race, were in charge of the disicions, and courses our faction made. And in charge of the larger decisions, and the mover of many things in this time, was Overlord Harrt. Befrended by those close to him, and feared by those who sought to oppose him.

After refining my skills, i set out towards Norsca, in the fields of Vangard, where the fare of Norsca, and the hospitality of the Wolfs, a proud peoples, awaited me.

Always i journed on foot, as a way of refining my way around the landscape. often, it was perelous, and full of many dangers, but my skill with ax, longsword, and many weapons in between were highly rated, and often concidered to be most useful in times of dire need. i was however, unlearned in terms of litracy and numracy, and so, as it was, i was subjected to many mistakes in terms of currency and comunication.

As i was travling to Norsca, i lost most of the money i took with me to keep myself alive, and most of the information i recived on my way, often proved to be false, or useless. As i pressed on through wood and field, i found myself cursing those who had hindered my way through they're lying teeth, taking away my money for false trinkets or tales.

I was still, however, able to surrvie on what the land had to offer, but i was in a sore state. It was not untill i was but five days away from Vangard, that i walked on the straight path to my destination. And on that road, i met a familiar face. A face that i would fight alongside for many a day, yet at the time, i had not realised it. He too, was headed towards Norsca, and like i, was also travling alone.

“Max!” i called out to him

“Stay a moment, Max Dennar!”

he and had not met for many a moon, and as such with old and distant friends, the reunion was unexpected, and joyful.

“Reno Gramali! What brings you to these distant lands? Have you come at last to join the war band?”

“Indeed i have, my friend. many months it has been since we last met”

“Indeed, it has been long my friend. Nigh on a year i belive. Yes, too long we have been apart.”

“Whither are you bound, Max?” i asked him in hopeful ernest

“To Vangard, and the fare of Norsca, for the war band are gathered there.”

“Then our paths go together Max. Might we travle together? I may tell you about recent news from Estragales, our home land, and you may tell me about what we may expect when we finally reach Vangard.”

“True as this may be, you seem weiry with much travle, and little food. i have little to spare, and we are still seven day's from here."

"that may have been on the road, by you did not have Reno Gramali with you till now. by my path, we can make it to Vangard in five days. My cuts, short or long don't go wrong. trust me, and i will take you through paths that are seldom troden. all i ask in return is your company, for all who i have delt with these travles have led me astry, and... well..."

"...you still cannot read the words of men, nor understand currency to a degree that could keep you safe, no?"

my heart sank slightly. Max has always been an insperation in terms of wisdom. He was wise, and knew magic. The Harna Requain tend quite often, to disbelive magic. but Max was always open minded. i looked towards Max, leaning against his staff, and the power of his wisdom seemed illumintated round him. i still was no wiser than i last saw him, or so i thought.

"come, Reno. Lead the way. The sooner your knowlage of the land leads us to Vangard, the sooner we can induct you into the warband. Captian Les Le Breous is expecting you"

i looked back at him. he suddenlly made me feel like i was trusted upon. he saw that i too, had become wiser in my own way. soon i would come to learn that put all my trust in my all allaies, and trust their own scorce of wisdam. with renewed vigor, i lead the way through field and forest.

on the road, we encountered little trouble, and as we shared a hipflask of Coniac on the fourth day, as the sun rose above the mountians, the fields of Vangard were mere miles before us.

we reached the fields by mid morning. My skills were worth more than i had realized. we were a day early, and the festival was almost ready to begin.



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Saturday, January 27, 2007


   hey buddies
well, a couple of you may be wondering were the hell i've been for th last half a year.

well, its kind of a log story, but, here we go

i've got myself a new job. still working at McDonalds, but its now a temporary shift.

my new job is as a house cleaner, at a retirment home. everyone there is great, especially the residents. they all make me feel at ease.

i also have a live role play event coming up in feb 2 to feb 4. i'll be playing my ranger character, who has decended from the numanorians.

anyway, i thought i'd put this on my site today

this is a tribute to Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children. and the song is Vengence, by Yingwe Malmsteen, a smeging kickass Guitarist.













thank you











anyway, i hope to be starting up a Fan Manga on this site soon, baised on the events 2 years after The Adventures Of Weaver: HomeComing.

it hopefully should turn out very well.

anyway, i'm gonna go back to navigating through lightspeed.



...



or something. what i wanna do, actually, is take 4 grams of masculen, and lie inside a giant shoe, carved out of fonden...



see ya'll later

Tony

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Sunday, September 17, 2006


The Adventures Of Weaver - HomeComing - His Troubled Dreams
the first minute of The Adventures Of Weaver film

check out the trailer too



also, i turned 21 on thursday ^_^V i can now get pissed over in the states.

see you all soon

Tony Weaver

Fantasy Weaver Entertainment

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