Aqueduct (to 3. chain)

Comment by: Viktor, at 06.09.2012, 16:06

wow yah i used to rember that poor cubby and kinraa so- hayPESTO! why dont we make cubby and kinraa king and queen agin plz plz plz plz that would be awesome!but pesto might say no so poor cubs

Comment by: Viktor, at 06.09.2012, 16:06

wow yah i used to rember that poor cubby and kinraa so- hayPESTO! why dont we make cubby and kinraa king and queen agin plz plz plz plz that would be awesome!but pesto might say no so poor cubs

Comment by: Nina, at 05.09.2012, 20:42

the seated man.“It is Ri Cameron, your Highness.”“Come in, quick,” and as the door oenepd to reveal a handsomely dressed man in full uniform, the seated man – the young prince – stood up to greet him. “What news do you bring?”Ri Cameron fell to his knees in respect, breathing heavily. The prince clicked his fingers.“Give him water; he is drained.”A jug was forced into his hand and they waited for him to quench his thirst.“Was it a long journey from Remoria?” asked the prince.Ri Cameron nodded. “I came as fast as my horse would let me. The moment I heard…”“What did you hear, Ri Cameron?”The man looked up from his kneeling stature and then dropped his head to his chest.“Some news – bad news.”“Is it of my father?” said the prince, his tone much softer. “Don’t keep me waiting, tell me. How is he being treated?”Ri Cameron remained silent until he could take it no longer.“Oh how the gods must hate me for being bearer of bad news…! How am I to break it to a handful of hopefuls that there King is dead – that he lives no more… or worse, to a son, that never again will he find comfort in his father’s counsel?”The room stayed still as if stung. Faces turned to each other, horrified.“Dead,” whispered the prince, his eyes staring in space.“How did this happen?” asked one of the men.“News of the King’s imprisonment reached the mob. They crowded the Dungeons and demanded his head. Then they stormed in and – forgive me – hanged him from the rafters.”“Hanged,” echoed the prince, still completely dazed and absent.“And Jabonesky? Did he stop them?”“No. These were his words: a king is a slave to his people; they may treat him accordingly. Then he oenepd the Dungeon gates.”There was no breeze to cool the befuddled minds in that small upper room now greeted with terrible news. Shocked and pained in the heart, the prince gradually sunk into his chair and slumped to one side. Ri Cameron slowly got to his feet. Minutes passed by where no one dared ask the prince what decision he will make.Then he straightened himself in his chair, looked each man in the eye and said with the voice of someone burdened with a heavier load than he can bear, “Well? What do you make of this?”The tallest one present said loudly, “The King is dead. Long live the King!”“Long live the King!” they chanted back.“Our allegiance goes to you, sire,” said Ri Cameron. “You are King, by divine right.”“By divine right,” repeated the prince quietly, now self-styled king. “By divine right.”He then watched as the others followed Ri Cameron in giving him their allegiance as their new king. At last, he stood up from his chair to address them.“My father’s murder was a carefully planned plot, devised by the shrewder minds of the revolt. The likes of that brute Jabonesky and his henchmen will have to pay for the regal blood they have shed. My father will be avenged,” he said. “Ri Fabio, assemble the legions and what is left of my father’s guard. Are they enough?”The musty old general nodded from the corner of the room.“My soldiers are loyal to their King.”“Have they been paid?”“Sire, my men fight for glory, not gold,” said Ri Fabio.“Are they well-fed, well-equipped?”“The army will brave both hunger and the cold if your Majesty so commands.”“And with not enough food, not enough armour, not enough men – then what? When my poor, starving battalions are picked off from the battlefield, murdered by the mob or frozen in the brothels, what do you suggest I do? March victoriously into the Capitol, only to be mocked and ridiculed by the mob: a king without a kingdom, a knight without a horse! No Ri Fabio, I command my army to be fed. I command my captains to be paid. I command my generals to be lavished in riches beyond their wildest dreams. Pillage if you must, plunder if you will, but see to my every command.”A pause ensued. Ri Fabio had cowered back into his dingy corner. For a while the prince busied himself in surveying the map on his desk. He then waved a hand and said, “Now leave me, friends. I wish to mourn a dead king in peace.”

Comment by: Nina, at 05.09.2012, 20:42

the seated man.“It is Ri Cameron, your Highness.”“Come in, quick,” and as the door oenepd to reveal a handsomely dressed man in full uniform, the seated man – the young prince – stood up to greet him. “What news do you bring?”Ri Cameron fell to his knees in respect, breathing heavily. The prince clicked his fingers.“Give him water; he is drained.”A jug was forced into his hand and they waited for him to quench his thirst.“Was it a long journey from Remoria?” asked the prince.Ri Cameron nodded. “I came as fast as my horse would let me. The moment I heard…”“What did you hear, Ri Cameron?”The man looked up from his kneeling stature and then dropped his head to his chest.“Some news – bad news.”“Is it of my father?” said the prince, his tone much softer. “Don’t keep me waiting, tell me. How is he being treated?”Ri Cameron remained silent until he could take it no longer.“Oh how the gods must hate me for being bearer of bad news…! How am I to break it to a handful of hopefuls that there King is dead – that he lives no more… or worse, to a son, that never again will he find comfort in his father’s counsel?”The room stayed still as if stung. Faces turned to each other, horrified.“Dead,” whispered the prince, his eyes staring in space.“How did this happen?” asked one of the men.“News of the King’s imprisonment reached the mob. They crowded the Dungeons and demanded his head. Then they stormed in and – forgive me – hanged him from the rafters.”“Hanged,” echoed the prince, still completely dazed and absent.“And Jabonesky? Did he stop them?”“No. These were his words: a king is a slave to his people; they may treat him accordingly. Then he oenepd the Dungeon gates.”There was no breeze to cool the befuddled minds in that small upper room now greeted with terrible news. Shocked and pained in the heart, the prince gradually sunk into his chair and slumped to one side. Ri Cameron slowly got to his feet. Minutes passed by where no one dared ask the prince what decision he will make.Then he straightened himself in his chair, looked each man in the eye and said with the voice of someone burdened with a heavier load than he can bear, “Well? What do you make of this?”The tallest one present said loudly, “The King is dead. Long live the King!”“Long live the King!” they chanted back.“Our allegiance goes to you, sire,” said Ri Cameron. “You are King, by divine right.”“By divine right,” repeated the prince quietly, now self-styled king. “By divine right.”He then watched as the others followed Ri Cameron in giving him their allegiance as their new king. At last, he stood up from his chair to address them.“My father’s murder was a carefully planned plot, devised by the shrewder minds of the revolt. The likes of that brute Jabonesky and his henchmen will have to pay for the regal blood they have shed. My father will be avenged,” he said. “Ri Fabio, assemble the legions and what is left of my father’s guard. Are they enough?”The musty old general nodded from the corner of the room.“My soldiers are loyal to their King.”“Have they been paid?”“Sire, my men fight for glory, not gold,” said Ri Fabio.“Are they well-fed, well-equipped?”“The army will brave both hunger and the cold if your Majesty so commands.”“And with not enough food, not enough armour, not enough men – then what? When my poor, starving battalions are picked off from the battlefield, murdered by the mob or frozen in the brothels, what do you suggest I do? March victoriously into the Capitol, only to be mocked and ridiculed by the mob: a king without a kingdom, a knight without a horse! No Ri Fabio, I command my army to be fed. I command my captains to be paid. I command my generals to be lavished in riches beyond their wildest dreams. Pillage if you must, plunder if you will, but see to my every command.”A pause ensued. Ri Fabio had cowered back into his dingy corner. For a while the prince busied himself in surveying the map on his desk. He then waved a hand and said, “Now leave me, friends. I wish to mourn a dead king in peace.”

Comment by: josiTo-Monkey (the storry behind), at 03.12.2007, 23:36

I had the first look to the amazing overhang of AQUEDUCT, while discovering the sector TREBENNA WEST in summer 2005. At this time it was hard to imagine, that there could exist a possible line throgh the largest overhang in this sector. I tried it and bolted the arround 25 meters overhanging Line of AQUEDUCT, in the heart of the sector Trebenna West in September 2006. Injuries, wet holds and a very hot summer in the year 2007 defended any efforts until Oktober. After 20 days of intensiv working on the route, I could do the first acent at the 30. of Oktober. Since now I can tell, that for me personally, it was the route with the most agressive mooves I