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|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by enamored1: 9:51am On Jan 11|
I'm sorry. I know the chapter is short so I'll upload again tomorrow.
Make I go find where I go charge.
|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by enamored1: 9:54am On Jan 11|
Thanks. I'm sorry about the slow update. You try for the characters sha.
|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by oluwatosin070: 11:55am On Jan 11|
Thanks for the update...
|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by Ciara9251(f): 12:05pm On Jan 11|
Loved all... check 乂❤‿❤乂
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Damn. Where was I when this story began?
|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by enamored1: 6:20pm On Jan 11|
About the characters, ..., hmm.
|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by enamored1: 6:23pm On Jan 11|
Welcome! Get your popcorn and enjoy. Thanks!
|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by enamored1: 12:20pm On Jan 12|
Madam Ayo was having a disagreement with her husband. She didn't understand why her husband did not ask the king to not interfere in their personal affairs. She was mad at everyone, mad at the king, mad at her husband, mad at the bastard, mad at his dead mother, mad at the idiot she told to kill the woman, and most importantly, she was mad at herself. She should have stepped in all this time but she had been content to sit in the shadows and enjoyed making life miserable for the boy. If she had killed him, all this wouldn't be happening - of course, if her husband had just kept on his clothes, none of this would have happened either.
Olóyè Oyelekan tried to pacify his wife.
‘Darling’, he cajoled, ‘you know I can't go against the orders of the king. However, you don't need to worry. I've made up my mind, if he gets admitted to the Academy, then I'll send him off. He won't come back to this house nor will he be a threat to you or your children.’
‘Hmph’, the woman snorted. ‘You had better be true to your word,’ she said and walked out on her husband. Olóyè Oyelekan just shook his head and chuckled as he watched his wife's departing figure. She was prone to anger, although whenever she was, she radiated with a certain kind of glow that made her more beautiful.
Madam Ayo was in her late thirties, however, she kept the beauty of her youth with an appearance like someone in her early twenties. She was a widely renowned beauty and many men were envious of Olóyè Oyelekan when their marriage was announced. As the daughter of the Ọtun Of the Ọba of one of the kingdoms bordering Ayelatu in the north, she had grown up spoiled. She never wanted for anything both in her father's house and in her husband's house and now would be no different.
Madam Ayo got to the building allotted to her in her husband's residence and sent for her bodyguard. He had been with her since her childhood and was very loyal to her.
Within minutes, a stockily-built man with a wicked looking dagger sheathed by his side was standing before her.
‘I have a task for you,’ Madam Ayo began. ‘I want you to find an opportunity to kill that miscreant.’ [/b]
‘Who?’ the man could not help but ask. He knew that she loathed both Ayomide and Akinlabi. He also knew how impulsive she was. It was obvious she was in a foul mood and hence, he could not help but fear whatever it was that she had in mind. He could only hope that she meant the bastard boy.
‘Who else?’ she spat out, repulsed by the dummy she had as a bodyguard. ‘It's obviously the bastard.’
The man heaved a sigh of relief as he assured her, ‘it shall be done without fail.’
‘I don't want your assurances; make sure you do the job well. If you had done it the first time, I would not have had to rely on that idiot who killed the mother but ensured that the boy was born.’
Bowing, the man turned and left.
Wumi, Akinlabi's adoptive mother, was doing her laundry when Akinlabi returned. He postrated flat on his chest as he greeted. ‘Good evening mama.
‘Kabo ọkọ mí. How was your training with the Young Master?’
Akinlabi tried to take the clothes from her but she waved him off and stared at him, demanding an answer.
‘The Young Master is very kind but he is just as strict. All my joints ache from the training I went through today but it was worth it. However, I made no progress in my magic-building, same as yesterday. He told me not to worry though, that these things take time.’
‘May the gods bless the Young Master. May he never lack any good thing.’
‘Ase.' Akinlabi watched Wumi scrub a particularly tough stain off her wrapper and contemplated telling Wumi about something Ayo had told him.
‘What is it? Wumi said without looking at him.
‘You have something you want to say. Spit it out!
‘The Young Master promised that if I am able to break through to the Warlock Apprentice stage in three days time, I will accompany he and Okikiola, the Second Young Master for a competition staged by the influential people in Ayelatu.’
Wumi wrang the clothe in her hands and dropped it in an earthen basin by her side. She faced Akinlabi. [b] ‘What does the competition entail?’ She asked.
[b] ‘It's a hunt. We are going to the Daunted Forest to hunt Ferocious beasts of....’
‘What? Ferocious beasts? You can't go. You know you are the only one I have.’
‘Mama, calm down.’ Akinlabi said as he stood behind Wumi and started kneading her shoulders. ‘We are only going to hunt Rank One and Two beasts. Since the Young Master is a Master Warlock, equivalent to Rank Three beasts we should be alright. Besides, he also said that when we get to the Academy, we will have to undergo similar tests. I heard the Young Master is very talented and the Olóyè has promised to give him some talismans as protection. We will be alright.’
Wumi relaxed as she knew that in the world of magic-building, risks had to be taken for people to move forward. The fact that he could also meet some important people could not be overlooked. This was a one-time opportunity for him but it did not stop her heart from thumping loudly as she said: ‘You will be alright. Please be careful.’
‘Of course we will mama. You still have a lot of scolding to do.’
Wumi slapped his hands away, laughing, ‘You are not okay. Go inside, your food is ready.
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|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by oluwatosin070: 9:16am On Jan 14|
Please keep the update flowing..
|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by Lakesc(m): 7:48pm On Jan 14|
Op no update today?
|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by Iizykidoo(m): 11:37am On Jan 15|
[color=#990000][/color]oya update na
|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by enamored1: 1:21pm On Jan 15|
Make una no vex for the slow update.
Adedamola had been incarcerated for close to two weeks. The only time he had left his room was when he had got his ass handed to him by someone in the same realm as he. Admittedly, he had been holding back, but even if he had not, he would still have been defeated. It would have only taken slightly more energy on his opponent's part.
He still had no idea what his captors wanted with him. He could only focus on his magic-building exercise since his magic pathways were no longer sealed.
In these past few days of monotony, the only thing he looked forward to was Seye's visits. He had not seen her since the day of the duel and was wondering where she was, what happened to her. He had asked the new servant who had been going about her duties robotically but she had no idea who Seye was.
That brought back thoughts he had somehow shoved down himself. He had a feeling that Seye was not all she claimed to be. Seye, despite her servant status was a beautiful lady. She had a lithe body with all the right curves in the right places. Add that to her perfectly sculptured face which had a smile that could melt the stoniest heart and you have a top-tier beauty. Her ebony hair which smelt of jasmine, rose and orange blossoms also perfectly complimented her caramel skin. She was refined and could engage in intelligent conversations which made Adedamola suspect that she was not who she claimed she was.
Adedamola had decided to get her to tell him about her true nature. As if she had been summoned, Seye walked in smiling and winked at him as she took a sit. She greeted Damola, dropped his meal and sat to chat with him a bit.
‘How are you feeling now?’ She asked.
‘Cooped up in here. I have no idea why I'm here or what they even want from me,’ Damola replied with a frown. ‘Where were you?'
‘I think they'll let you know very soon.’
‘You did not answer my question.’
‘I went home. My dad wanted to see me.’
Damola frowned. ‘Your fellow servants do not know who you are. What....’
[b] ‘So you asked after me.’ Seye crooned. ‘Did you miss me?’
‘That's not the point.’
‘You are upset. Did someone offend you when I was gone?’
Damola ignored her question.
‘What about you? Do you know why I am here?’ He asked her for the thousandth time.
‘My Lord, I’ve told you already that there is no way for me to know what you ask’, Seye frowned in annoyance and stood up to take her leave.
‘So we are back to formalities.’ Damola let out a hollow laugh. ‘There’s no need for you to feign annoyance,’ Damola said with a chuckle as he stood to face her. ‘I know you are not who you say you are and that you are probably here to get whatever secret it is that you people think I have. Tell me the truth and I’ll probably be truthful to you too.’
Seye looked at him for a while and then burst out laughing. ‘My Lord, you are hilarious. You think I’m working with them?’
‘Do you still deny it?’ Damola said, now getting angry. ‘You must take me for a fool. Your fellow servants do not know who you are, you come and go as you please and even the guards at the door seem respectful to you whenever you deign to grace us with your presence. And most importantly, no servant could be this beautiful.’
Seye’s eyes twinkled as she smiled bewitchingly. ‘Oh! So you think I’m beautiful?’ she asked as she tried to touch his arm.
Damola swatted her hand away as he started shouting, now having completely blown his fuse.
‘Stop flirting with me. What do you people want? Just let me know and if I have it, I’ll give it to you. What did the Balogun mean by Oyedepo Is in danger?
Of all that had happened, Adedamola was most shocked by the threat of war against his kingdom. After the duel, he had been allowed to wander the surroundings albeit under guard but he had mostly remained in the room he had stubbornly remained in. The Balogun of Pópóọlá Kingdom had arranged new quarters for him when he heard about his living conditions. He had been in the capital when Adedamola had been taken and had no idea that he was placed in such quarters. However, he had sent a servant with his profuse apologies with instructions to relocate him to better quarters but Adedamola had only requested for a meeting with the Balogun to discuss the threat to his people. The Balogun however had left for the capital once more.
‘I... I don't know what you are talking about.’ Seye said and retreated a step.
‘Of course you don't.’ Adedamola advanced. ‘Who are you really?
Adedamola took her in. He thought of what he knew about the Balogun Of Pópóọlá Kingdom, he had no daughter. ‘Seye’ he thought. Who was she? He assessed her and ... Master Warlock, she was a Late Master Warlock like himself and suddenly, it clicked. He staggered backwards as he stared at her in disbelief and realization as well as shame for not realizing it sooner. He had always prided himself on his intelligence and was more of a scholarly prince than a sword-wielding one. His eyes gleamed as he lunged forward. He had to subdue her quickly.
But Seye was waiting. She evaded his maneuver and spun around, delivering a kick to incapacitate him. It connected and he went down in pain.
He stood up as he winced, ‘You are the princess of Pópóọlá Kingdom, Adeseye.’
Adeseye only replied, ‘I am sorry, for everything.’ She ran out, slamming the door behind her.
This whole charade started as little more than a prank. Adeseye was the princess of Popoola Kingdom. In fact, she was the only child of the reigning Oba. She heard that they had kidnapped the heir apparent of Oyedepo and she had decided to get to meet him. She knew the matters involved where no joke but this was precisely why she had decided to get to know him, know what kind of person he was. Another reason was to put away the thoughts of the impending war her kingdom faced. She was tired of sitting in terror waiting for news of the war. If she could gain her kingdom an ally as powerful as the Oyedepo Kingdom, it would be wonderful but now..., she didn't want to think about it. They really had no choice but to involve the Kingdom of Oyedepo. Even if they didn’t involve them, they would be involved anyway. The only difference was that if they got involved early, it could mean a hope of survival for hers.
Now, however, looking at things in retrospect, that had probably been a wrong move. She had now earned his ire and she hoped that it would not impact their plans negatively. However, she felt that it would be best to end the whole play.
Coming to this conclusion in her train of thoughts, she went to her room and ordered her servants to beginning packing up. She had stayed long enough in the Balogun’s residence and would be returning to the palace.
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|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by enamored1: 1:25pm On Jan 15|
I have updated o. Make una no vex.
|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by enamored1: 8:45am On Jan 18|
Good morning all. Today's update might come a bit late. Kindly bear with me. Thanks.
|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by olaspecific(m): 12:01pm On Jan 18|
op kindly update
|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by enamored1: 8:11pm On Jan 18|
Akinlabi had been practicing hard for the past two days but with little progress. He had only started making tiny cracks in the wall that separated him from stepping across the threshold to magic-building and today, he had been able to cleave a giant fissure on that wall. However, it was not enough. Nothing he was doing was enough.
Akinlabi strained, rapidly devouring the spiritual energy from his surroundings and using it to assault the wall that was although cleaved, very much sturdy. The sun had started sinking beyond the horizon, heralding the night before the Hunt.
If he missed this opportunity, Akinlabi would never forgive himself. Veins bulging, he assaulted the wall again.
Unyielding as ever!
He imagined the spiritual energy was a giant rock, hurled at the obstacle before him.
He imagined it as a club and lashed out on the wall.
A small crack, one not worth celebration.
Frustration and desperation gnawed at his bones and he howled. He howled at the unfairness of it all. Akinlabi remembered that Okikiola had only spent about half a day in seclusion before he had broken through. ‘Yes’, he thought. ‘The gods would surely bless Okikiola with great potential for magic-building while he had to make do with abysmal talent for it.
The fact however, that Okikiola had the best help Ayelatu could offer was not lost on Akinlabi. There were extremely expensive herbs that could help with the transition from mortal to Warlock Apprentice; talismans which came from the Rocky Lands and could help absorb spiritual energy, that could calm the mind and drive the body to break through major stages. Akinlabi did not have any of that.
Akinlabi surveyed the countryside from atop the hill that he had been practicing since dawn. The serenity of his environment was at conflict with raging turmoil that his mind was. He decided he would only descend the hill when he became a Warlock Apprentice else, he would be on the hill till the Hunt began.
Akinlabi's stomach growled at the thought reminding him that he had not eaten anything since the light dinner he had the previous night. Once he became a Warlock Apprentice, once he crossed that threshold, he would not need to rely on food or air to live. Magic-builders only ate because of the taste of food and breathed because it would be an inconvenience to keep absorbing spiritual energy every time, even when they were asleep, else they could use spiritual energy as a substitute for food and air.
Akinlabi hurled himself at the wall once again and punched, kicked, even scratching. He kept at it for a while, tears streaming down his cheeks till he heard a sharp crack which halted him and made him stumble back. A tiny new crack had appeared on the wall but it was rapidly spreading, connecting with the others there. They in turn began spreading and suddenly, a whole section of the wall came crashing down.
A feeling of euphoria brought Akinlabi to his knees as the fatigue of the day was quickly washed away. Elation, swept through him as realization dawned on him. He had broken through, he was now an Early Warlock Apprentice and was had officially begun his journey in magic-building.
Hours later, Wumi and Akinlabi sat in their room. Their faces illuminated by a flickering oil-lamp. Teardrops pooled at the corner of Wumi's eyes as she held Akinlabi's hands and gazed lovingly at him. She herself was a Warlock Apprentice but she had only become one in her late twenties. She did not even know how to facilitate the breakthrough and therefore was no help to Akinlabi with his own practice.
‘This is joyous news. It seems the gods have not forsaken us.’ Wumi remarked. ‘You have firmly stepped into the path of greatness, your mother would be so proud of the man you are becoming.’
‘Thanks Maami. You know that you will always be my mother.’
‘Of course. Of course. However, you should know that your mother, my friend loved you very much.’ Wumi brushed away a teardrop running down her face then stood up and went started folding the rafia mat she used to sleep.
‘Oko mi, could you make sure the door is locked then please bring me the hoe in the store.’
Akinlabi, although surprised, nodded and did as he was bid. Wumi stretched out her hand for the hoe but Akinlabi shook his head instead, demanding, [/b] ‘Where do you want to dig? [/b]
Wumi pointed out the location and explained, ‘Not too deep. About a foot is enough.’
Akinlabi had not dug for long when his hoe struck something. He reached for it and pulled out a wooden box. He handed it to Wumi but she shook her head, ‘It's yours. Open it.’
Akinlabi opened the box, wondering what all the secrecy was about. Inside the box was a strange metal that shone like gold even in the almost dark interior of the room. It was shaped like a coin with a hole in the middle. Strange symbols lined the surface and it was very light. In fact, if Akinlabi had not been looking at it, he might not have known that it was on his palm.
‘What..., what is this?’ Akinlabi stammered, eyeing the otherworldly piece of metal.
‘It belonged to your mother, her only possession.
‘What is it?’
‘I do not know. Neither did she. Even her father did not know what it is.’
Akinlabi sat on a footstool, taking in what Wumi was telling him. He ran his hand along the rim of the metal. It seemed alive with energy, power but in hibernation. Wumi watched him for a while before continuing, ‘Your mother asked me to give this to you when you became a Warlock Apprentice.’
Wumi started sobbing anew and used the hem of her wrapper to dab her eyes. ‘Your mother was more than a friend, she was my sister. I always knew there was something to your family. Your mother was the only servant that I knew that could read. I have been able to teach you only because she shared that gift with me first.’
Akinlabi went to console her as he promised, ‘I'll keep it safe. Don't worry.’
Wumi laughed a nervous laugh as she dabbed at her eyes again with her wrapper. ‘Do not mind this old woman. I don't know why I am feeling uneasy. Something is making my heart heavy. That's probably why I am crying over trivial issues. You must think me out of my mind.’
Akinlabi nudged her shoulders asking, ‘Who are you calling old woman? My mother is still very young. I only wonder why she refuses to give me siblings.’
Wumi pinched his arm and he yelped, retreating and stumbling over a footstool.
Wumi laughed out loud, ‘Serves you right for teasing your mother. Do you think that because you are now a Warlock Apprentice, you can tease your mother without repercussions. Wait till I get you.’
Akinlabi ran to the door, quickly unbolting it and disappeared through it with Wumi In pursuit.
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|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by enamored1: 8:14pm On Jan 18|
I am sorry for the delay.
|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by enamored1: 8:18pm On Jan 18|
Everyone, I am terribly sorry for the delay. I was about to post this morning before I decided to rewrite the entire chapter. I was only able to do that this evening.
If you have any questions concerning magic-building or whatnot, please let's hear it.
I know the story has started dragging, but it will soon pick up. This is because I need to set the stage for future events, some events not even happening in book one or two but book three. Please do stay with me.
|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by Iizykidoo(m): 9:26am On Jan 19|
I have a question....so how I fit get magic too....make I dey beat everybody dey go
I have a question....so how I fit get magic too....make I dey beat everybody dey go
|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by enamored1: 9:40am On Jan 19|
Hmm, the spiritual energy in our world is virtually non-existent. Actually, the reason is because some powerful beings decided to stop the chaos, overpopulation and so on. They placed a seal on our world that effectively stops any spiritual energy from trickling in from the cosmos.
Find a way to destroy that seal, you find a way to step into the dangerous world of magic-building.
|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by ashatoda: 11:52am On Jan 19|
enamored1:are you a magician?
|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by enamored1: 12:14pm On Jan 19|
Not since we have been separated from the energies of universe. Now, I just live a boring mortal life. Oh! How I miss the sting of the wind on my face as I soar through the sky.
You are new here, welcome!
|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by Lakesc(m): 1:33pm On Jan 19|
Op, come and give us more...
|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by Auxilliarytony(m): 7:23pm On Jan 19|
nice one op, keep it coming.
|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by enamored1: 4:05pm On Jan 20|
|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by enamored1: 12:24pm On Jan 21|
Hey. For new readers, I normally try to post once in three days. Please bear with me.
Adeseye walked through the halls of the palace, her long, white, silk gown sweeping the floor as she ambled along. She was distraught as she pondered on the imminent danger facing her kingdom and how powerless she was to do anything about it.
The barbarians had always stayed in their land, with few people crossing over from either side to conduct business. Spiritual energy was scarce in the Rocky Lands, seemingly non-existent even. The magic-builders there had to rely on the magic stones that they mined from Spirit Mountains to practice magic-building and to catch up to the magic-builders in the Great Expanse.
Popoola Kingdom was one of the kingdoms bordering the Rocky Lands. They had benefited greatly from their trade with the Rocky Lands.
The Rocky Lands had no arable land and were unable to plant enough food to sustain themselves. Food, herbs, and other similar items were obtained from the kingdoms of the Great Expanse while they exchanged them for the metal ores and mineral deposits they mined from the numerous ore deposits scattered around in the Rocky Lands.
Pópóọlá Kingdom had earned massively from the taxes and levies they imposed on the trade caravans that passed through their kingdom, however they were now one of the kingdoms mostly at risk from this foreign invasion. In fact, it seemed like the Rocky Lands were preparing all their power to concentrate at one point and break into the Great Expanse, that point of entry being her kingdom.
Popoola Kingdom had been on high alert, since they received the news from their spies in the Rocky Lands. They had also sent messages to their neighbouring kingdoms in the Great Expanse, asking for assistance, warning them that they would be next if they refused to lend a hand. Of the numerous kingdoms they requested help from, those that they had good relationship with replied favorably and they had started seeking ways to stop their would be invaders together. Others promised that they would help for a certain price while the rest just ignored them.
Oyedepo Kingdom was one of those kingdoms that ignored their plea for help. These kingdoms didn’t believe that the tribes of the Rocky Lands would attack the kingdoms of the Great Expanse. They demanded proof and refused to act based on speculations.
Oba Adeleke, the king of Popoola kingdom had no idea what to do. The strength of the Rocky Lands was almost equal to the strength of the whole of the Great Expanse. If the Rocky Lands had decided to spread their offensive across the entire border then a joint counter-offensive would surely push them back but they had decided to concentrate it at one point and drill their way in. It was even worse that he had no idea why they wanted to attack. There had been skirmishes among the kingdoms and tribes of the two great lands of the Great Expanse and the Rocky Lands over the countless millennia of their existence but it had never been on a scale like this.
An opportunity to rope the Kingdom of Oyedepo into the battle surfaced when they heard that the heir apparent, Adedamola, would be leaving the palace on a secret mission. They immediately sent someone to extract him with the help of some local bandits and find a way to blame the Rocky Lands for the incident. This would ensure their cooperation in the great war brewing. However, they were surprised that the Kingdom of Oyedepo would blame Ayelatu Kingdom for the disappearance of their prince. However, they were sure that if they sent some fake evidence discreetly to the Kingdom of Oyedepo, they would come around.
Adeseye stood in front of the massive doors that barricaded her father's study. She took a deep breath as she pushed the doors open and stepped in. Inside sat an old man with grey-sprinkled black beard. His face was creased with worry as he pored over some maps.
‘I can see you are back’, the man said without raising his head.
‘Yes, father’, Seye curtsied.
‘You have been worrying a lot’, she said as she moved behind him and started kneading his shoulders.
‘Well, someone has to’, he smiled. ‘So my little sunshine, what did you find out during your little trip?’
‘So, you don't think he'll be able to help us?’
‘Help us? What can he do? He is neither the Oba or a Balogun.’ She replied.
‘I have thought about it and it will be best for him to help us. He could corroborate our story about his kidnap by the Rocky Land forces and convince his father to come to our aid. The only other option is to kill him.’ The king said.
Adeseye stepped back. ‘No dad, you can't be serious.’
Ọba Adeleke stood and turned to face his daughter. ‘I also don't want to spill innocent blood, but if we can't convince him, I might have no other choice. The Balogun told me about your friendship with him, I'm sure he'll listen to you.’ The king said with a wink.
‘I'll try my best father.’ Seye replied, her head down.
‘Good! I believe in you. He's on his way to the palace. Our fate is in your hands.’
|Re: Awọn Ọmọ Oódua - World At War by enamored1: 12:27pm On Jan 21|
This update is short so I'll try to post again tomorrow. Thanks y'all.
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