<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4085877142870295499</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:01:38.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance of Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kizzie-danceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085877142870295499/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kizzie-danceoflife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016198299842410343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/971/498764299666784/1600/125685/kizzie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4085877142870295499.post-7188662584109918300</id><published>2007-02-09T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T17:55:47.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it everytime I'm alone with a member of the Eidolon, Someone has to think somethings going on? AAAArggghh! We were just talking about his father. The she comes over and interupts our convo. Well with a swish she was gone, not once but twice. Then she came back once more my magic failed me and soon the convo ended. *shrug* whatever.. I have better things to do like find these stupid orb things so I can go back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4085877142870295499-7188662584109918300?l=kizzie-danceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kizzie-danceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7188662584109918300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4085877142870295499&amp;postID=7188662584109918300' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085877142870295499/posts/default/7188662584109918300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085877142870295499/posts/default/7188662584109918300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kizzie-danceoflife.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-is-it-everytime-im-alone-with.html' title=''/><author><name>kizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016198299842410343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/971/498764299666784/1600/125685/kizzie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4085877142870295499.post-1495561808585345547</id><published>2007-01-19T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T10:25:05.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The fragment of illusions was found today. Wahoo!!  Finally another one. Blessedtiger had come acrossed it in the English Channel and tried to make a profit from it. Two down nine more to find. In other news I demolished my house, why you ask, *shrug* no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4085877142870295499-1495561808585345547?l=kizzie-danceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kizzie-danceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1495561808585345547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4085877142870295499&amp;postID=1495561808585345547' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085877142870295499/posts/default/1495561808585345547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085877142870295499/posts/default/1495561808585345547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kizzie-danceoflife.blogspot.com/2007/01/fragment-of-illusions-was-found-today.html' title=''/><author><name>kizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016198299842410343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/971/498764299666784/1600/125685/kizzie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4085877142870295499.post-5926733553214830083</id><published>2006-12-26T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T10:47:20.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know I shouldn't have but I somehow managed to get me some land over in Kleinstadt and I built me a cozy one room house. It's not to bad. (more of a storage place then anything.) Those fragments have been really hard to find, no thanks to Lime, who trys very hard to find some *eyeroll* I think Orphen puts in more effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4085877142870295499-5926733553214830083?l=kizzie-danceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kizzie-danceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5926733553214830083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4085877142870295499&amp;postID=5926733553214830083' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085877142870295499/posts/default/5926733553214830083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085877142870295499/posts/default/5926733553214830083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kizzie-danceoflife.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-know-i-shouldnt-have-but-i-somehow.html' title=''/><author><name>kizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016198299842410343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/971/498764299666784/1600/125685/kizzie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4085877142870295499.post-4264637740104904348</id><published>2006-12-18T10:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T10:48:44.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; was eating my breakfast and having an odd conversation with Richard, when Someone shouted "someone kill the gypsy!" Shocked by that statement, I turned around and there stood a tall gangly man, well he accuses he is an Indian. He is a little tanned but he don't look like no Indian. A&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;lil&gt;&lt;a href="http://kizzievsrenno.blogspot.com/"&gt;duel?&lt;/a&gt; sure, why not. Renno, the Gypsy Slayer? I think not, well not today anyway. I also went into the Assassins Tower with some other people and we assassinated the assassins and I searched for fragments. About an hour later the Tower was clear, no more assassins, no fragments. I have been spending a lot of time with this new friend of mine, his name is Orphen, and he knows how to organize an army. Ok, I wont mention no more. I don't want to get myself into trouble.&lt;/lil&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4085877142870295499-4264637740104904348?l=kizzie-danceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kizzie-danceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4264637740104904348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4085877142870295499&amp;postID=4264637740104904348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085877142870295499/posts/default/4264637740104904348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085877142870295499/posts/default/4264637740104904348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kizzie-danceoflife.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-was-eating-my-breakfast-and-having_18.html' title=''/><author><name>kizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016198299842410343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/971/498764299666784/1600/125685/kizzie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4085877142870295499.post-7568700995398773358</id><published>2006-12-11T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T10:49:49.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt; was going to go and spend some time with Lime today but no she was to buzy with that man of hers. So I traveled the desert hoping to find someone to travel with me but the only thing I found was a scorpion. I screamed as the beast stung me. So I had to go visit Lotus ..  dogfish tried to distract me but I quickly defeated them, got what I needed and cured myself. I guess I have to find these orb things alone. I hid the other one becuase I don't know how powerful they really are and I don't want them in the wrong hands. What I mean is what if these give you powerful powers and fell into someone like Zillah's hands... nothing but destruction and pain is expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4085877142870295499-7568700995398773358?l=kizzie-danceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kizzie-danceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7568700995398773358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4085877142870295499&amp;postID=7568700995398773358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085877142870295499/posts/default/7568700995398773358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085877142870295499/posts/default/7568700995398773358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kizzie-danceoflife.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-was-going-to-go-and-spend-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>kizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016198299842410343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/971/498764299666784/1600/125685/kizzie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4085877142870295499.post-4463065742053871707</id><published>2006-12-06T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T10:52:43.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I found a f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ragment, I was so happy although it's only one of many, it gave me hope. The fragment of power.. It was half buried in the sand and I barely escaped the wraith of an insane cat. I was glad Sufi was there to save me. Today I came &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; a well, I was curious so I had a peek inside, close to the edge I peered over. It seemed to have no end, something caught my eye. It sparkled in the sun at the bottom of the well hoping it to be a fragment, I leaned over a little more. *Thud* When I woke, I just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; there and noticed a piece of glass next to me. All my belongings were gone. How it happened and why it happened is what I'm still wondering. I decided  not to peek over old creepy wells in Salem again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4085877142870295499-4463065742053871707?l=kizzie-danceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kizzie-danceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4463065742053871707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4085877142870295499&amp;postID=4463065742053871707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085877142870295499/posts/default/4463065742053871707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085877142870295499/posts/default/4463065742053871707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kizzie-danceoflife.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-found-fragment-i-was-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>kizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016198299842410343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/971/498764299666784/1600/125685/kizzie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4085877142870295499.post-1426806392795016900</id><published>2006-11-28T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T11:13:45.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's been a few days since I last noted my travels. I have been distracted with happiness and sadness. I met up with a lot of people. Sandro showed me around and Luvior took me for some fine dining at a restraunt in paris. I even met Superman interesting man he is. Feeling as I was neglecting the whole reason I came here, I deserted them and began searching in a whole new town. Warriors of all ages stared me down, I cringed as I caught site of their swords, I scuttled away from them as fast as I could manage. I came to a hotel and met this nice lady her name was Tika. I purchased a few items. I was munching on a hunk of mutton as I was startled by Tika who was yelling to someone upstairs. A man came down and whapped a young boy who was fooling around. Surprised I jotted upstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I noticed a woman starring at me from the moment I stepped in, it took me about five seconds to notice it was Lime. We got into a long conversation I told her about the caravan, and she told me things that happened to her. A house? A Special Someone? WOW and I thought she was going to return to the caravan.. I was wrong she was planning to stay here, so it seems. Five days have passed and still no sight of any fragments, I sometimes wonder if they even exist, maybe this witch has me searching for things that she made up just for kicks. She better not be, I would be so angry, I would have to go back and eliminate her..                                                                                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4085877142870295499-1426806392795016900?l=kizzie-danceoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kizzie-danceoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1426806392795016900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4085877142870295499&amp;postID=1426806392795016900' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085877142870295499/posts/default/1426806392795016900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085877142870295499/posts/default/1426806392795016900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kizzie-danceoflife.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-been-few-days-since-i-last-noted-my.html' title=''/><author><name>kizzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08016198299842410343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/971/498764299666784/1600/125685/kizzie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4085877142870295499.post-4107883827388614360</id><published>2006-11-21T12:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T11:15:33.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  U&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ncle Tio's death was tragic, even though it has been almost eight years since his death, me and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the rest of the caravan are hurt, still wishing he was around to help us. He always knew the best solutions to solve our problems. Not only did he leave behind inspiring stories and wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;memories but he also left behind tragedy and suffering.                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The caravan didn't lose one.. but two people that day. Lime decided to leave .. to broaden her horizons. I wanted her to stay but my pleading didn't change her mind. So I said my goodbyes. Days came and went and the caravan moved from city to city, dancing and frolicking in the streets by day and campfire by night. We met a strange caravan one day. They were horribly rude and they smelt of a city dump. I left to go dance by the waterfall. I was gone for about maybe three hours not even that maybe two when I decided to return home. When I got there it was strange, everyone was sitting no music was playing. nobody was dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Is everything OK," I asked out loud. Heavy sighs filled the air. Mother stated "The other caravan that was here, put a curse on us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I let out a little laugh not knowing the seriousness of what she just said, but over the next few weeks mostly everyone got sick, stopped dancing and singing and was afraid to go outside. One of my sisters jumped out of bed screaming "snakes they are everywhere," as she was shaking out her clothes, but as I scanned the room and checked every corner, there was none. It was then I decided to travel to the witch and ask for her help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"It's a curse,' She spoke as she stirred  her brew, "called the Seven Veils Of Illusions."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Can you remove it?" I asked voice trembling. "No," She quickly said, "This curse is too powerful for me to overcome, but if you want to help your family this is what you must do, listen carefully for I will only say it once."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I nodded my head and listened to each word she said. "You must travel the world and find the eleven fragments to the orb of  Illusions, after you find them you need to go to the city where you will find a brazier, put the fragments inside that will summon the unforgotten God he can help you with the curse, the fragments are roundish I can't tell you no more good luck in your travels and let your heart lead the way." The witch said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As I was about to ask her something, she vanished leaving behind a puff of smoke. Not knowing what lays ahead I returned to the caravan. 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