Very nice work. Only negative comments I can think of are...
a) The music for the credits was a little too light for the subject matter of the rest of the video (opinion). The voices were a little fudgy. You could tell where you'd made cuts and there was a distinct difference in quality between the silence or quiet and the parts where there was speech.
Otherwise, awesome job, my friend.
I was hoping someone caught that, and I knew you would for sure. Yea. The voices were taken from other videos, and unfortunately most had their own background music. I tried to make it not stand out as much as possible, but it still came out.
And about the credit music, again it wasn't meant to go with the rest of the video lol. Next time I'll match the moods better, but yea. Glad you guys love the video so much. Spread the word! I'd love to see alot of comments and ratings on it.
Hey thanks guys. Means alot. Took alot of work, and alot of troubleshooting since the Lich King parts kept coming out horribly distorted. But in the end I figured it out and voala! Get it out there! Give the link to your buddies, to people online you know, please do what you can to get it out there as much as possible. And please leave a comment on youtube. I got other videos that were'nt as big because they were just fun videos I made, and I didn't really care if more than people I knew saw them. This one though I got high hopes for, and if you guys can help make it big that would be awesome. Thanks again!
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Very nice, i liked it...
But the music at the end of the credits kind of ruined the mood of the whole video, I think you should remove that, but apart from this, it's awesome, good work!
Lol that was Credit music. In other words, I didn't mean it to be part of the video. Sulfur is by Slipknot and I was listening to it as I was writing up the credits and I thought, "hmm. I just need any random song, why not this one?" and so Sulfur became that credit music. When and if I make more videos, they'll have different music to them.
Most who have been here for a long time would know that I occasionally enjoy making music videos. This time however, I've decided to step it up. Allow me to introduce to you ladies and gentlemen, my newest video. It's a bit flawed, but that could not be helped too much. Lemme know what you think of my hours upon hours of work lol.
Carloseus's heart had sank when all his physicians restrained him in the temple. He could not set foot out of it, and he had been forced to see his friends go out to adventure and he to care for his weakened body. It might have made him angry, but he waved away the feeling with a simple thought.
He moved on with his excercises, his body growing tired yet stronger with every slow movement of his sessions. And now with his body stronger, they were now able to place him in baths in which his body suffered slightly due to the components boiled into its waters, however it sharpened his mind and quickened his restoration rate once he was removed from it and laid himself to sleep.
And whenever he would have to break from his retraining, he would go to the library where he would read the tomes containing stories, legends, history, and even teachings of how or when to use the Light. Sometimes he would invite other members who had the time for it, and they would discuss the purposes and the different styles of directing the power. As he learned more and more, he began forming his own conclusions. The Light was an endless power, and everyone had the ability to be a vessel of this power. However most don't know they can open this vessel and those who do can only guess as to become expanded vessels through which the Light could flow much more freely and therefore wield more power.
"Your training is going most excellent master Carloseus. Do not fret. You will be with your friends soon enough." he would be told by his trainers when they detected his exasperation.
The words chilled him to the bone. He had felt this being to be a victim of darkness, of the evil that he himself fought. He did not show his shock. Perhaps, he still was a victim. However he was dangerous, that was sure.
"The light, indeed, is open to many. You are wrong in assuming it is accessible to everyone, for it takes discipline and work to attain any measure of power. The access I have at its main source," he retained the exact meaning of which they spoke. The rest did not have to know what exactly was being talked about between the two, "is much more shallow, much less rewarding in what it gives. It destroys, and it cares only for itself. I dare not take it, because I don't know what would become of me. And a dear friend took that power." he included. He felt the realization of what the conversation was about from Elric, and the realization of what happened to Bastrom from Tel-Silgulwath.
"He will find me, I will not go to him." he said before allowing Tel;Silgulwath to respond.
Earlier he had asked the librarian the names of all the books concerning the Light, its origins, its sources, purposes, and most of all, the methods learned over time in mastering the powers it granted.
"Sir Elric! I knew your order was prestigeous and highly regarded, however I had no idea they had this much information!" he said excitedly to the paladin as they ate together
He instantly regretted his return to this place. He knew in his heart and soul what would have become of Bastrom. It would have happened to him, however he had managed to escape. And now he must do it again. He noticed the platform just behind Bastrom, and how it allowed for someone to look over all the land. An open platform, and his only chance for escape.
"Bastrom, I am sorry friend. Allow me to put you to your rest." he said. He raised his sword, and ran at the new knight of darkness. He swung at Bastrom from the side, and he was parried, however that was exactly as he had intended. Allowing his right arm to be sliced by his own sword, he then leapt into the balcony, and with a much more powerful leap, he leapt off of it. Quickly he hurried, Holding the gigantic sword with his right hand, and using his blood to draw on it with other, he drew the seal he had used before onto the flat of the blade, and when he was done he activated it.
He appeared out of nowhere, falling quickly before the Halls of the Radiant Heart. A hard thud was heard, and his body slowed to a halt at the steps before the entrance. He was again unconscious, and his sword did not hold the seal. Several guards found him, and were confused as to how he had gotten outside if they had not seen him exit. They brought him insde, and he was again put to rest, his sword this time at his bedside.
The next day Carloseus woke. He found Sir Elric, and explained everything that had happened, before and after their reunion.
"My path is now whole with that of yours and our friends. Bastrom has grown too powerful for me to fight alone, I must either grow stronger or be helped by others." he said.
He stared at a far away tower, he felt it to be where Bastrom was held. The barrier that had kept him and Tel-Silgulwath safe easily came apart as he smashed the seal of dried blood on the ground. He would have to make another seal if he wished to return. Quickly, and stealthily he made his way unknown, unnoticed by the patrols and the roaming monsters.
Though his body was indeed greatly healed by the excercises and the rest he had, as well as prayers of the kind and wise priests and preistesses, that is not what he relied on at the moment. The forces of Light flowed through him as if it were his own blood in his veins, and gave him strength and speed not unlike the one he would have when his body was fully mended. He felt no pain, not now with his senses so alert to moving on undiscovered.
Finally he made it to the tower, and huddled in a rather large crack in its north left corner. Assuming its entrance faced the North for there was no sun in this place. Now what? he asked himself. He thought for a bit, he needed the guards and the patrols inside the tower to be outside the tower.
After much contemplation, he thought of something. A diversion. Gathering as much as he could of his energies at one time, he looked off to the side where a large band of demons came patrolling.
"Veritas, Credo, Oculos." he spoke. The illusionary spell created for him a band of warriors. He spoke the words again, and more appeared. When enough were there to create an army, he stopped breifly, astonished that not one of the demons in the entire area had noticed it yet. "Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio" he then spoke. He channeled the spell so that it appeared to have come from one of the illusionary army, to attack one of the demons at the end of the group. It roared in pain and fell unconscious, and the others turned to see an army of men, standing ready to fight. They stood parallysed, and ran into the tower long enough to yell commands.
Carloseus was taking the spell hard, but he heard a tremendous roar of footsteps as he heard many running down the tower and outside to assemble. He concentrated on the spell, focusing his attention on it as to avoid losing more energy than before. When at last the final demon had assembled, there were others from all around that surrounded the army. "Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio." he said quietly. From the middle a man jumped and shot a bolt of energy into a crowd. The demons roared, and charged in for the battle. Carloseus looked around quickly to assure there was no one looking his way, then made his way to the tower entrance.
"Veritas, Credo, Oculos." he said one last time, and suddenly the army disappeared. One half of the demonic mob became human to the other just then, and they began cutting down their own kind in righteousness. That spell was easier. Instead of relying on his own energy, he simply stole a bit of the host's own energy to veil him as a man.
He ran inside, and up the tower. Yes, this is where he had come from. He stopped and opened a door from time to time, when he saw one, but found nothing but the remains of some unfortunate souls. When he reached about the fifth out of ten levels he came to a familiar room. Yes. This is where he had been kept. He ran to a table, his sword stood in the middle of many instruments. Hammers, swords, axes, and their shattered remnants were strewn all accross it. Apparently they were trying to find the secrets to its own power, and when that failed began trying to destroy it. He took it, a bit heavy and clumsily he swung it. He remembered his old strength, and its wieght, things a warrior does when grasping again his sword. He tossed away the thoughts of his reunion with his partner in battle, and continued up the stairs.
If he had been quick and strong before, he was moreso now. Sword on his back he flew up the stairs to his own amazement. Am i really faster than I ever was, or is this just due to the effects of being tired and malnurished for so long followed by resting? he wondered. The uppermost level he then came to, and struck open the lock with his tremendous sword.
To his amazement, he found himself in a room, with none other than Bastrom, wearing blackened armor fashioned as if of many skulls. "Welcome... Carloseus."
After his sessions, Carloseus met with the group at dinner, and excused himself to rest. He laid himself onto the bed and closed his eyes. Instantly he fell asleep. He dreamed of nothing in particular, mostly battles and old friends of his past.
A priestess who had been charged to care for the wounded soldier known as Carloseus noticed him stir. He had been fine throughout the entire night, and now he clenched the sheet over him tightly in his fists. Pain was clear in his face, though it was more of an emotional source.
She walked over to him, and felt his forehead, then his heart beat. She almost screamed in surprise when he opened his eyes suddenly, staring into hers.
"I am sorry." he said as soon as he realized where he was. Placing a hand on her shoulder and muttering a few simple words she fell fast asleep, and soon replaced him on the bed under the sheet.
He made his way outside, careful not to be seen nor followed. On the opposite side of the church where he had made the portal where he had taken Tel-Silgulwath he made another. And as soon as he passed through, he closed it.
The next morning Carloseus awoke far more refreshed than he had felt in weeks. Many of the bandages came off as the wounds were fully healed, and only till after consulting with the priests did he learn they were healing him with their prayers, as well as his own energy. He found it hard to have no grasp over the arcane forces, however the powers of the Light prevailed even now. He walked with much more ease, and his mind was alot less at strife with itself, perhaps another reason for his speedy recovery.
Though many of the smaller wounds, and the small inflictions were the majority, had healed, there were still several thick as well as deep wounds in him. The demonic magics that had accompanied them were also not allowing him to heal as fast as he would, there would have to be something done about that. Along with these stubborn ailments his body was still weak, it would require more time to recover its natural energies and strength.
Carloseus spent the better part of the day talking with the rest of the party, however not bringing up anything of importance. They did not ask, and he told them they would know why he was still alive soon enough. After meeting with each and every one of them, he accompanied a priestess to a training area where the guild's fighters sparred and trained, and she helped him as he struggled to remaster simple movements besides walking and laying down. He insisted on doing his habilitation here, where the mood was on becoming better, and of determination. Here he planned on spending the rest of the day, though he did not mind any visitations.
The preists and preistess's were all extremely co-operative with him. In fact, they had treated him as if he were a high member of their order before they had even known about his friendship with Sir Elric. When he was well enough to stand, he insisted on walking around, and often every person in the room ran to his aid whenever he would fall out of instability and shaky limbs.
As if I were an old man... But I will earn this. I cannot become a member of their order, however I can become a friend. he thought to himself whenever he was reminded of their kindness. He knew this was not all free. The details of his arrival there, and the inflictions upon him were enough for them to know he was tortured by demons. Demons never tortured the weak and invaluable. And they never allowed for their prisoners to escape. Those facts alone told them that he was valuable to the evil they fought, and then they discovered that he too was a warrior of the Light. Perhaps they counted on him to join their ranks and become a fighter under their name. He however, in his heart, could not.
He thought about this as he did the exercises as the lady before him instructed, and he felt a stinging pain on his arm. He snapped out and noticed the priestess giving him a commanding stare, in her hand an arm's length thin stick, and the end of the stick over a bandage where he had a very large and still-nasty wound.
"Perhaps now, you will learn to pay attention to me and these exercises, instead of dozing off. Concentrate on this. You will heal faster and develop stronger if you put your heart, mind, and soul into this." she scolded. He knew she did not want to be harsh, it was just what was called from her. A temporary parent. He fought back a smile and nodded apologetically, resuming his exercise with full attention.
"The gate can only open when I will it to. And yes, we must venture into it eventually. However, I will warn you of the lures of power. They prey on it. Rest. Ease your mind of today's work. And next time I go there I want to be fully rested. I bid you good day, one of the lost Ennead."
Carloseus bowed politely, and before he left, he said one last thing. "And the portal is never the same place. It appears where I will it to. That should ease your mind about where we enter."
Carloseus went to clean himself, and then fell asleep after placing wards around himself. He felt naked without his sword with him. However he would rather spend all his life energy than allow anyone especially the demons to use him as a way to open a portal.
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that is absolutely awesome, i hope your not just pulling my leg because that right there already shows that blizzard isnt out to produce a crappy game for a quick buck, meaning they care for their customers. another thing is that more and more i feel that blizzard is going to put out and continue to produce the best products concerning pc gaming. my logic behind this is everything i mentioned above.
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Yea, Jetrall made the SICK video. Which all of a sudden I wanna watch again. Lol.
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Thanks for watching dude.
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I was hoping someone caught that, and I knew you would for sure. Yea. The voices were taken from other videos, and unfortunately most had their own background music. I tried to make it not stand out as much as possible, but it still came out.
And about the credit music, again it wasn't meant to go with the rest of the video lol. Next time I'll match the moods better, but yea. Glad you guys love the video so much. Spread the word! I'd love to see alot of comments and ratings on it.
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*Turns to Krow*
I don't advertise, I promote. Advertisement costs money and makes a profit.
*Sits down finally allowing himself some rest from weeks of travel in his heavy armor*
You guys have no idea the stuff I've gone through, I've actually had to throw on my heavy armor set and I've found a couple nice things along the way.
*Takes out a tankard twice as big as any normal one, thick in gold, and covered in jewels*
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Lol that was Credit music. In other words, I didn't mean it to be part of the video. Sulfur is by Slipknot and I was listening to it as I was writing up the credits and I thought, "hmm. I just need any random song, why not this one?" and so Sulfur became that credit music. When and if I make more videos, they'll have different music to them.
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He moved on with his excercises, his body growing tired yet stronger with every slow movement of his sessions. And now with his body stronger, they were now able to place him in baths in which his body suffered slightly due to the components boiled into its waters, however it sharpened his mind and quickened his restoration rate once he was removed from it and laid himself to sleep.
And whenever he would have to break from his retraining, he would go to the library where he would read the tomes containing stories, legends, history, and even teachings of how or when to use the Light. Sometimes he would invite other members who had the time for it, and they would discuss the purposes and the different styles of directing the power. As he learned more and more, he began forming his own conclusions. The Light was an endless power, and everyone had the ability to be a vessel of this power. However most don't know they can open this vessel and those who do can only guess as to become expanded vessels through which the Light could flow much more freely and therefore wield more power.
"Your training is going most excellent master Carloseus. Do not fret. You will be with your friends soon enough." he would be told by his trainers when they detected his exasperation.
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"The light, indeed, is open to many. You are wrong in assuming it is accessible to everyone, for it takes discipline and work to attain any measure of power. The access I have at its main source," he retained the exact meaning of which they spoke. The rest did not have to know what exactly was being talked about between the two, "is much more shallow, much less rewarding in what it gives. It destroys, and it cares only for itself. I dare not take it, because I don't know what would become of me. And a dear friend took that power." he included. He felt the realization of what the conversation was about from Elric, and the realization of what happened to Bastrom from Tel-Silgulwath.
"He will find me, I will not go to him." he said before allowing Tel;Silgulwath to respond.
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"Sir Elric! I knew your order was prestigeous and highly regarded, however I had no idea they had this much information!" he said excitedly to the paladin as they ate together
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"Bastrom, I am sorry friend. Allow me to put you to your rest." he said. He raised his sword, and ran at the new knight of darkness. He swung at Bastrom from the side, and he was parried, however that was exactly as he had intended. Allowing his right arm to be sliced by his own sword, he then leapt into the balcony, and with a much more powerful leap, he leapt off of it. Quickly he hurried, Holding the gigantic sword with his right hand, and using his blood to draw on it with other, he drew the seal he had used before onto the flat of the blade, and when he was done he activated it.
He appeared out of nowhere, falling quickly before the Halls of the Radiant Heart. A hard thud was heard, and his body slowed to a halt at the steps before the entrance. He was again unconscious, and his sword did not hold the seal. Several guards found him, and were confused as to how he had gotten outside if they had not seen him exit. They brought him insde, and he was again put to rest, his sword this time at his bedside.
The next day Carloseus woke. He found Sir Elric, and explained everything that had happened, before and after their reunion.
"My path is now whole with that of yours and our friends. Bastrom has grown too powerful for me to fight alone, I must either grow stronger or be helped by others." he said.
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Though his body was indeed greatly healed by the excercises and the rest he had, as well as prayers of the kind and wise priests and preistesses, that is not what he relied on at the moment. The forces of Light flowed through him as if it were his own blood in his veins, and gave him strength and speed not unlike the one he would have when his body was fully mended. He felt no pain, not now with his senses so alert to moving on undiscovered.
Finally he made it to the tower, and huddled in a rather large crack in its north left corner. Assuming its entrance faced the North for there was no sun in this place. Now what? he asked himself. He thought for a bit, he needed the guards and the patrols inside the tower to be outside the tower.
After much contemplation, he thought of something. A diversion. Gathering as much as he could of his energies at one time, he looked off to the side where a large band of demons came patrolling.
"Veritas, Credo, Oculos." he spoke. The illusionary spell created for him a band of warriors. He spoke the words again, and more appeared. When enough were there to create an army, he stopped breifly, astonished that not one of the demons in the entire area had noticed it yet. "Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio" he then spoke. He channeled the spell so that it appeared to have come from one of the illusionary army, to attack one of the demons at the end of the group. It roared in pain and fell unconscious, and the others turned to see an army of men, standing ready to fight. They stood parallysed, and ran into the tower long enough to yell commands.
Carloseus was taking the spell hard, but he heard a tremendous roar of footsteps as he heard many running down the tower and outside to assemble. He concentrated on the spell, focusing his attention on it as to avoid losing more energy than before. When at last the final demon had assembled, there were others from all around that surrounded the army. "Incertus, Pulcher, Imperio." he said quietly. From the middle a man jumped and shot a bolt of energy into a crowd. The demons roared, and charged in for the battle. Carloseus looked around quickly to assure there was no one looking his way, then made his way to the tower entrance.
"Veritas, Credo, Oculos." he said one last time, and suddenly the army disappeared. One half of the demonic mob became human to the other just then, and they began cutting down their own kind in righteousness. That spell was easier. Instead of relying on his own energy, he simply stole a bit of the host's own energy to veil him as a man.
He ran inside, and up the tower. Yes, this is where he had come from. He stopped and opened a door from time to time, when he saw one, but found nothing but the remains of some unfortunate souls. When he reached about the fifth out of ten levels he came to a familiar room. Yes. This is where he had been kept. He ran to a table, his sword stood in the middle of many instruments. Hammers, swords, axes, and their shattered remnants were strewn all accross it. Apparently they were trying to find the secrets to its own power, and when that failed began trying to destroy it. He took it, a bit heavy and clumsily he swung it. He remembered his old strength, and its wieght, things a warrior does when grasping again his sword. He tossed away the thoughts of his reunion with his partner in battle, and continued up the stairs.
If he had been quick and strong before, he was moreso now. Sword on his back he flew up the stairs to his own amazement. Am i really faster than I ever was, or is this just due to the effects of being tired and malnurished for so long followed by resting? he wondered. The uppermost level he then came to, and struck open the lock with his tremendous sword.
To his amazement, he found himself in a room, with none other than Bastrom, wearing blackened armor fashioned as if of many skulls. "Welcome... Carloseus."
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A priestess who had been charged to care for the wounded soldier known as Carloseus noticed him stir. He had been fine throughout the entire night, and now he clenched the sheet over him tightly in his fists. Pain was clear in his face, though it was more of an emotional source.
She walked over to him, and felt his forehead, then his heart beat. She almost screamed in surprise when he opened his eyes suddenly, staring into hers.
"I am sorry." he said as soon as he realized where he was. Placing a hand on her shoulder and muttering a few simple words she fell fast asleep, and soon replaced him on the bed under the sheet.
He made his way outside, careful not to be seen nor followed. On the opposite side of the church where he had made the portal where he had taken Tel-Silgulwath he made another. And as soon as he passed through, he closed it.
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Though many of the smaller wounds, and the small inflictions were the majority, had healed, there were still several thick as well as deep wounds in him. The demonic magics that had accompanied them were also not allowing him to heal as fast as he would, there would have to be something done about that. Along with these stubborn ailments his body was still weak, it would require more time to recover its natural energies and strength.
Carloseus spent the better part of the day talking with the rest of the party, however not bringing up anything of importance. They did not ask, and he told them they would know why he was still alive soon enough. After meeting with each and every one of them, he accompanied a priestess to a training area where the guild's fighters sparred and trained, and she helped him as he struggled to remaster simple movements besides walking and laying down. He insisted on doing his habilitation here, where the mood was on becoming better, and of determination. Here he planned on spending the rest of the day, though he did not mind any visitations.
The preists and preistess's were all extremely co-operative with him. In fact, they had treated him as if he were a high member of their order before they had even known about his friendship with Sir Elric. When he was well enough to stand, he insisted on walking around, and often every person in the room ran to his aid whenever he would fall out of instability and shaky limbs.
As if I were an old man... But I will earn this. I cannot become a member of their order, however I can become a friend. he thought to himself whenever he was reminded of their kindness. He knew this was not all free. The details of his arrival there, and the inflictions upon him were enough for them to know he was tortured by demons. Demons never tortured the weak and invaluable. And they never allowed for their prisoners to escape. Those facts alone told them that he was valuable to the evil they fought, and then they discovered that he too was a warrior of the Light. Perhaps they counted on him to join their ranks and become a fighter under their name. He however, in his heart, could not.
He thought about this as he did the exercises as the lady before him instructed, and he felt a stinging pain on his arm. He snapped out and noticed the priestess giving him a commanding stare, in her hand an arm's length thin stick, and the end of the stick over a bandage where he had a very large and still-nasty wound.
"Perhaps now, you will learn to pay attention to me and these exercises, instead of dozing off. Concentrate on this. You will heal faster and develop stronger if you put your heart, mind, and soul into this." she scolded. He knew she did not want to be harsh, it was just what was called from her. A temporary parent. He fought back a smile and nodded apologetically, resuming his exercise with full attention.
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Carloseus bowed politely, and before he left, he said one last thing. "And the portal is never the same place. It appears where I will it to. That should ease your mind about where we enter."
Carloseus went to clean himself, and then fell asleep after placing wards around himself. He felt naked without his sword with him. However he would rather spend all his life energy than allow anyone especially the demons to use him as a way to open a portal.