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Good chapter once again. Loving the way you portray the Magician.
As for your question... I have no idea.

I see that you are still using the name i created. That makes me happy.

yeah, it's pretty cool.

aaaanyway, here's a new chapter. hope you enjoy it. there's another comp, too.


CHAPTER 10 – The Items of Power
“We’re not supposed to talk about that!” said the King teensie.
Different people had different feelings about this comment, but a general feeling of discomfort could be felt throughout the room. The fairies and teensies all looked annoyed, Murphy and those of others simply confused, while Rayman couldn’t understand the cause for either of these expressions. The magician however looked the same as always. His face portrayed an image of relaxed seriousness, although perhaps if his eyes weren’t covered, they would tell a different story.
“Why not!” he said. “Now it’s more important than ever! If either enemy stumbles across them, we’re in a lot of trouble!”
“What are you talking about?” a creature from across the room enquired. He had a long neck and green skin, and his head resembled that of a lizard. Apparently, he was the leader of a small colony of similar beings, all of the same species as Razoff, the rich hunter in the bog of murk.
“The items of power are 13 magical orbs spread across the three continents.” The magician answered him simply while a number of teensies and fairies looked down at their feet. This was meant to be a secret, but knowing how dire the situation was, they knew – with great regret – that it had to come out. “We were worried about the security of our power sources, and when we heard about them we decided to go find them. But the power got to the head of our good friend Mr. Dark and he killed all the other magicians and started his evil plans. It was a total failure for all three magical races, so we agreed never to speak of it again.”
“Magicians?” Murphy said, emphasizing the‘s’, wondering why a plural was added.
“I remember you telling me about this!” Rayman exclaimed. The magical beings glared at the magician, obviously annoyed that he had already told their secret before. “And you’re the last one!”
The magician quickly turned his head towards Betilla with a look on his face that said ‘what did I tell you?’ and then replied to Rayman’s remark. “Your memory serves you well! But the problem is, with hoodlums and pirates all over the place, there’s a considerable chance they’ll find at least one of them. Unless…”
“Oh no!” the king said in unison with a few other teensies. He then continued (alone) “I know where this is going and I won’t have it! We can’t have another incident like Dark!”
“It’s the only way!” The magician argued. “We have to get them before they do!”
“What? Get them?” Rayman asked suddenly.
“Them?” it was Betilla who spoke.
The magician glared at her – although his eyes could not be seen, but it was still obvious. Then, he announced: “Look, I happen to know the locations of three orbs. One is in the Sanctuary of Death and Shadow. Another is in the Iron mountains, near the former location of the Sanctuary of Thunder and Air. And the third I know of is in The Dream Forest.”
“Well,” Rayman began to think, “From this I’d say we can assume the other three sanctuaries also contain these orbs.”
“Indeed.” The magician agreed, “But…oh dear.”
“Oh god!” Rayman exclaimed.
“What? What’s going on?!” this and similar questions were asked by many around the room.
It was Rayman who answered. “If anyone goes into the sanctuaries looking for the masks which now contain a quarter of Polokus’ power, there’s a chance that even if they don’t find them they’ll find an orb instead!”
“But wait, what exactly are these things?” It was a Nopedian who asked the question.
“Ok…” the magician began, “They are items of great power. Basically, they are orbs about the size of a large marble, perhaps a little bigger. There are 13 in total, each having a relation with an element or force etc. although the powers they give only differ slightly. Only a select few draw power from these orbs, making them incredibly strong, but if they physically held them, their power would increase tenfold. The thirteen orbs are as follows: Water, Ice, Earth, Nature, Fire, Air, Thunder, Night, Light, Spirit, Life, Death and Machine.”
A teensie from the previous argument came to a decision. “We need reinforcements to protect all these power sources!” But this time, instead of arguing, the other teensies agreed unanimously, as did all others in the room.
The leader of the Razoff-species colony stood up. “We will assist in the search and protect them! We may be few, but only few can match our fighting ability!”
Then the Nopedian too stood up. “You say one of the orbs is in the Dream forest? Well no-one will get it, because they’ll find us in their way!”
Then a maroon colored glute, taller than Globox and not nearly as fat, too stood up. “Me, and the other inhabitants of the marshes will also help! Many things may be found underneath the murky waters, and if an orb is there, we’ll find and protect it at all costs!”
“That’s great guys!” Rayman said excitedly. “But there’s one army I know that will form a nigh-impenetrable wall. A force that will almost never falter, and will be the greatest asset we could possibly have!”
“Who?” almost everyone present asked this same question, even the magician.
A smile crept around Rayman’s face as he looked towards the Wasteland messenger teensie who alerted them of the Hoodlums. “I want you to take me to your place. It’s time to go to the Desert of the Knaaren.”
End of Chapter
Competition 2: Sometimes I just can’t think of a good name for something, for example, in this chapter I couldn’t think of a name Razoff’s species. The competition is: can you?

Getting more and more intriguing now. 83 Finding those objects won't be easy, especially because there's so many...not to mention that if Ray departs to the Knaaren...that won't be pretty. XD

Awaiting the next part! 8D

Good chapter. I have to say I am very fond of scenes portraying this sort of meeting, you know. Representatives from lots of groups coming together to discuss important matters.
And the thing with the orbs is really interesting too. I suppose it's a picture of the orbs you have in your headline; I was always wondering what that was.
As for the Razoff-thing, I'll think about it, but I can't promise anything.

Good luck for the next chapter!

I really would read this If I could find the time.

hm, try reading zay's.

One more remark like that and I'll make the next part 50 pages! XP

Let me see... Razzof's spieces...
What about Crewnies?
(Has nothing to do with brownies. Every time i create a name, i just mix some letters. Thats how i created names like "the zannyzans" and "Tewono". By the way, these names are copyrighted. Do NOT use them in your story.)

ha! zannyzans! that's funny.

But in a creative way, yes?

yes. its just funny to say.

time...for another...UPDATE!!! (written like that because i was singing it to myself...i'm so wierd )
enjoy!!!

CHAPTER 11 – Reintroduction to the Knaaren
“You’re crazy if you think you can come out of there alive,” said the wasteland teensie. He and Rayman had just travelled across miles of steaming hot sand. Luckily, they did not get burnt to a crisp, thanks to a “borrowed” hoodlum balloon-boat.
The balloon-boat was a marvel of hoodlum technology. Despite utter stupidity, the hoodlums always had a way of getting things done if they really put their minds to it. The balloon-boat consisted of a simple wooden platform tied to a hot-air balloon. It was a simple but effective way carrying hoodlums – or thieves – long distances quickly and easily.
Rayman had already jumped off the boat and landed on a bony platform in front of a gigantic animal skull. Through he would find a small canyon, and in there one of the few known entrances into the tunnels of the Knaaren.
“I already have.” Rayman replied to the teensie. Surprised, the teensie almost jumped off the balloon-boat and onto the burning sands below. Chuckling, Rayman thanked and said farewell to the lucky-to-be-alive teensie and descended into the canyon.
As if the sand wasn’t deadly enough, the canyon, as well as many other canyons and pits throughout – and under – the desert, were filled with a boiling greenish acid. Last time he was here, Rayman had almost fallen in a few times but luckily hadn’t.
Usually, giant pits of acid attract attention, even from someone who’s seen it before. But Rayman was somewhat distracted by the torn up hoodlum costume that nearly hit him. Looking in the general direction it had come from, Rayman discovered a very angry looking Knaaren. It was then Rayman realized he’d arrived in the middle of a fight.
Hoodlums were everywhere. Obviously, they’d come for Gumsi’s scepter so they could give it to Andre. And last time that had happened, things almost when very, very bad. But this time, they didn’t have a vengeful Reflux to trick into helping them, so had instead decided to throw an army through the cavern door and try to run in and steal it themselves. And judging by the large amount of dissolving costumes lying in the acid pools, they’d been at it for a while.
But only a few known things could even hurt a Knaaren, let alone kill it. And not many things could survive a return strike from those iron hard claws either.
Even though they probably didn’t need his help, Rayman jumped into action, whirling his fists about in every direction, knocking hoodlums out and/or off – off the ledge and into the acid, that is. Between him and the enraged Knaarens, the current wave of hoodlums didn’t stand a chance. It was a no-stakes battle for Rayman – enjoyment and an adrenaline rush without any real cost.
And so, it wasn’t long until the hoodlum assault was finished. But, even though he had noticeably helped, the Knaarens were suspicious and untrusting. Oh yeah, and hungry. Slowly they advanced towards, and surrounded Rayman. “Uh oh.”

Rayman sighed in impatience. It wasn’t the first time he’s been carried inside a cage and taken towards the Knaaren arena. While he was still inside his portable prison, the high pitched voice of Gumsi began to echo through the room as he announced: “The prisoner will now fight our champion in arena combat!” A particular scary looking Knaaren (but not as scary as Reflux) began to stand up slowly, until suddenly another announcement was made, this time from inside the cage:
“But I’m your champion, remember?” Although his captors were confused, many of the other Knaarens present immediately recognized Rayman’s voice. “I beat Reflux, so that makes me the champion.”
“Release him!” some of the Knaarens covered their now ringing ears as the captors obeyed the (very high pitched and loud) order. “What are you doing here?”
“I need your help to save the world,” Rayman answered simply, and then continued, “Hoodlum’s and Pirates are everywhere. You guys are the strongest bunch I know, and we could use your skills to protect things from our enemies.”
“Why should we protect you?” one of the Knaarens asked angrily. “I mean, you’re our champion, right?!” he and many others cracked up laughing before an ear piercing scream of “SILENCE!” cut them off.
“I don’t want you protect me. I want you to protect more important things – things that we really don’t want our enemies to get. Besides, you want the Hoodlum’s gone, I’d assume? That’s what I want. Do this, and I’ll get rid of them.”
After short consideration, the Knaarens began to discuss the offer, which quickly exploded into a massive argument. Not even another scream from Gumsi stopped them until Rayman offered them something else: “If you disagree, then come down here and fight me.” Silence covered the room once more – most of them had seen Rayman battle Reflux, and were rightfully scared. “So who’s with me?”
The audience then yelled in agreement, although some weren’t quite as enthusiastic as the others. Rayman smiled. “Let’s go bash some hoods in.”
The audience cheered so loudly that the ground vibrated. Or so they thought, until they all stopped and the ground kept vibrating. A Knaaren then ran into the hall. “They drilled their way in! They’re in! We’re under attack!”

At the site of the Hoodlum’s entrance, there was total chaos. A giant drill could be seen through a hole in the roof and there were fragments of said roof all over the place. Hoodlums had quickly began pouring into the tunnel, just as Rayman and a large group of Knaaren soldiers arrived. They prepared for combat, but then they heard something.
“What was that?”
End of Chapter
Question 9: What was that?

ooh. the chapter after this is awesome!!! (well, i think so)

I like where this is going...hope to see it continued soon! 83 About the question...I have no idea XD Maybe someone pushed TEH BUTTON?

Your writing has improved from the first chapter, I think. It's only getting better and better. :3

And what was that... Hmmm, maybe the roof cracks and falls over them. D: Maybe it's robo-pirates. MAYBE IT'S SUPERMAN!

Question 9: What was that?

IT WAS YOU!!!

you're all wrong. sorry.
@limely: yes! improvement!
@R4: your new sig was partially stolen.

Dangit, I was hoping Superman would make a cameo. D:

sorry to disappoint you, but i don't think its going to happen.