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  • A Veil Left in a Frozen Plain

  • Introduction.
  • Once again I found myself reading Robert E.
    • Howard’s The Frost Giant’s Daughter, which is probably the Sword and Sorcery tale (that’s actually the way this particular genre is called) I like the most.
  • I actually can’t stop listening to the dramatized audiobook version available on youtube!
  • Now, just for practicing and for fun also, I’ll do my best trying to describe the opening scene of that tale, adding some details which are not described by Howard but that I’ve been visualizing many times during my reading.
    • Obviously I won’t be as brilliant as Bob Howard has been, but I am sure you’ll forgive me because of that.
    • One more thing: again, I want to point out very clear that I am not trying to steal anyone’s tale or characters, this is just an exercise which I’ve done basing myself on a work by Robert E. Howard. Part one.
    • There is a brooding silence all around the snow field, a frosty, silvery landscape once charming and now darkened with a gloomy atmosphere, also filled with mutilated red-haired corpses everywhere.
    • In that illimitable, white plain, two figures stand upright; both are mighty warriors built powerfully as fierce gladiators, forged in the slaughter of battle.
    • Both many times escaped at the deathly embrace of the Reaper, being themselves skilled slayers.
  • The black-haired one is shieldless and he holds a huge aquilonian broadsword: his name his Conan, a barbarian who has come from a mythical far away northern country, called Cimmeria.
    • He stands with his feet planted in the snow like an iron statue, ignoring the growing sick weariness due to the fighting.
    • Beardless, inscrutable in his black cloak and cold as snow itself, he glares with his wolfish blue eyes at the other figure right in front of him, Heimdulof the red hair.
    • Heimdul is also shieldless, yet armoured with a mailed corselet and holds in his hands a sharpened long axe.
    • His locks of beard are red just like his hair, red as an early and naked dawn running on the snows.
    • Shaking his head like a lion might shake his mane, with a roar Heimdul slowly starts speaking to Conan....

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    • Howard’s The Frost Giant’s Daughter, which is probably the Sword and Sorcery tale (that’s actually the way this particular genre is called) I like the most.
      Şİmdi oyla!
    • Howard’s 'The Frost Giant’s Daughter', which is probably the 'Sword and Sorcery' tale (that’s actually the way this particular genre is callede particular name of this sub-genre) I like the most.
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    • YENİ bir DÜZELTME EKLE! - cümle 3YENİ bir DÜZELTME EKLE! - cümle 3
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    • Now, just for practicing and for fun also, I’ll do my best trying to describe the opening scene of that tale, adding some details which are not described by Howard but that I’ve been visualizing many times during my reading.
      Şİmdi oyla!
    • YENİ bir DÜZELTME EKLE! - cümle 5YENİ bir DÜZELTME EKLE! - cümle 5
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    • One more thing: again, I want to point out very clear that I am not trying to steal anyone’s tale or characters, this is just an exercise which I’ve done basing myself on a work by Robert E. Howard. Part one.
      Şİmdi oyla!
    • Once more thing: again, I want to point out very clear, I want to emphasise that I am not trying to steal anyone’ else's tale or characters,; this is justsimply an exercise which I’ve done basing myself on a workmyself, based on part I of a tale by Robert E. Howard. Part one.
      SkyelightSkyelight profile picture Yorumlar
      Şİmdi oyla!
    • YENİ bir DÜZELTME EKLE! - cümle 7YENİ bir DÜZELTME EKLE! - cümle 7
  • cümle 8
    • There is a brooding silence all around the snow field, a frosty, silvery landscape once charming and now darkened with a gloomy atmosphere, also filled with mutilated red-haired corpses everywhere.
      Şİmdi oyla!
    • There is a brooding silence allthat skims softly acroundss the snow field,; a frosty, silvery landscape once charming and now darkened with a grey and gloomy atmosphere, also filled with mutilated red-haired corpses scattered everywhere.
      SkyelightSkyelight profile picture Yorumlar
      Şİmdi oyla!
    • YENİ bir DÜZELTME EKLE! - cümle 8YENİ bir DÜZELTME EKLE! - cümle 8
  • cümle 9
    • In that illimitable, white plain, two figures stand upright; both are mighty warriors built powerfully as fierce gladiators, forged in the slaughter of battle.
      Şİmdi oyla!
    • In that illimitable, white plain, two figures stand upright; both are mighty warriors, built as powerfully and as fierce as gladiators, forged in the slaughter of battle.
      SkyelightSkyelight profile picture Yorumlar
      Şİmdi oyla!
    • YENİ bir DÜZELTME EKLE! - cümle 9YENİ bir DÜZELTME EKLE! - cümle 9
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    • The black-haired one is shieldless and he holds a huge aquilonian broadsword: his name his Conan, a barbarian who has come from a mythical far away northern country, called Cimmeria.
      Şİmdi oyla!
    • YENİ bir DÜZELTME EKLE! - cümle 11YENİ bir DÜZELTME EKLE! - cümle 11
  • cümle 12
    • He stands with his feet planted in the snow like an iron statue, ignoring the growing sick weariness due to the fighting.
      Şİmdi oyla!
    • He stands with his feet planted in the snow like an iron statue, ignoring the growing, sickly weariness due to thebrought on by the heavy fighting.
      SkyelightSkyelight profile picture Yorumlar
      Şİmdi oyla!
    • YENİ bir DÜZELTME EKLE! - cümle 12YENİ bir DÜZELTME EKLE! - cümle 12
  • cümle 13
    • Beardless, inscrutable in his black cloak and cold as snow itself, he glares with his wolfish blue eyes at the other figure right in front of him, Heimdulof the red hair.
      Şİmdi oyla!
    • Beardless, inscrutable in his black cloak and as cold as the snow itself, he glares with his wolfish blue eyes at the other figure right in front of him, Heimdulof the red hair.
      SkyelightSkyelight profile picture Yorumlar
      Şİmdi oyla!
    • YENİ bir DÜZELTME EKLE! - cümle 13YENİ bir DÜZELTME EKLE! - cümle 13
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    • Heimdul is also shieldless, yet armoured with a mailed corselet and holds in his hands a sharpened long axe.
      Şİmdi oyla!
    • Heimdul is also shieldless, yet armoured with a mailed corselet and, holdsing firmly in his hands a sharpened long axe that slices the air, splintering the silence all at once.
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      Şİmdi oyla!
    • YENİ bir DÜZELTME EKLE! - cümle 14YENİ bir DÜZELTME EKLE! - cümle 14
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    • His locks of beard are red just like his hair, red as an early and naked dawn running on the snows.
      Şİmdi oyla!
    • His locks of beard are a blood red- just like his hair, red as anthe early and, naked dawn runnfalling upon the snowsblanket of virgin white snow, ready to taint it.
      SkyelightSkyelight profile picture Yorumlar
      Şİmdi oyla!
    • YENİ bir DÜZELTME EKLE! - cümle 15YENİ bir DÜZELTME EKLE! - cümle 15
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