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- The Valley was the onscreen parody of The O.C. itself. It was named after the San Fernando Valley, where it took place. Summer Roberts is obsessed with the show and got to meet cast members at a party in Season 1.
- I wake up to see Fire looming over me. "Rainbow!" she hisses. I blink the sleep out of my eyes as she paces in front of me. "What do you want, Fire?" I ask drowsily. "It's the middle of the night." "Rainbow, come on. We need to talk." "About what?" "Stuff. Now get a move on!" "Fine." I get up and stretch my legs leisurely, and give myself a quick wash, remembering to add that to my list of things to annoy Fire with. "Rainbow!" Rolling my eyes, I follow Fire out of my spot in the shadows. A small circle of trampled grass sits in the middle of the almost endless field that we chose. I focus of not tripping over cats, because let's be honest - good leaders don't trip over their partners. A rowan-ginger she-cat with green eyes, and a pure white tom with blue eyes sits waiting for us. As soon as he sees me, the tom lights up, and I smile. It's Flare and Blizzard. "Don't run, Rainbow. You know what's going to happen." Fire warns, knowing of my clumsiness. "Don't worry, I won't." But we both very well know that I will, once there are no cats to trip over. I sprint as fast as I can towards Blizzard and Flare, feeling like if I stop, they'll be lost forever. I've already lost too many close cats - my sister, Sunshine, and my parents, Ash and Meadow. That's when I trip - trip over absolutely nothing. Just air. But I manage to go tumbling into the dry grass and land right in front of Blizzard, who laughs heartily. "Hey Rain." "Hey Bliz." I say, my voice muffled. "Hi Flare-Bear." Sadly, I forgot that she was there. Sighing unhappily at yet another epic fail, I get up and shake the grass out of my fur. I shoot Fire a glance, and she has a taunting smile on her face. I glare at her as she mouths I told you so. "Alright, then. Let's just forget that ever happened. So what are we here to talk about, Fire?" I say pointedly. She shoots me an amused glance before speaking. "We have a problem. A big problem." "Well, it must be huge if you wake us up at midnight to talk." I mutter. "Rainbow, be quiet." Fire says, her voice edging. I don't respond, and she continues. "Prey is getting very scarce. Kits are getting sick, and so are the elders. We can't keep living like this; like nomads. It's not right for settled cats like us. So Rainbow, I sent Blizzard and Flare scouting while the two of us went and hunted with the able cats yesterday, and they found something to report back." "So this is why you called me here at this time?" I say drily. "Yes." Flare responds. "So Blizzard and I found a valley not very far from here. There was plenty of prey, and a river ran throughout the whole thing. It's very spacous, so the cats can spread out while we buidl the dens and get to work on making it more comfortable for ourselves." Flare drones on, and I smile, pride filling me. Flare is like a little sister to me - she's Blizzard's littermate. She's posied, perfect, and speaks every word with clarity and dignity. But sometimes, I feel as if she's more suited to being leader than I am, and I've been here for quite a long time now. I glance at Blizzard who gives me a reassuring smile. And just like that, I feel determined and strongwilled - just like a real leader should be. Coming back to the conversation that only Flare and Fire are having, I try to find a polite place to get into the conversation, finish it, and go back to sleep. It should be simple, but it's not. Trust me. "... oh, and Fire! There are so many wildflowers... so many colors, and smells, oh, it was amazing!" "Uh, Flare?" I say, poking her shoulder with my tail. She looks up, her bright green eyes slightly annoyed, but filled with respect. "Yes, Rainbow?" "How long is it from here to that wonderful-and-filled-with-so-many-wildflowers valley?" "If we left here at dawn, we should get there at about midmorning." she says without hesitation. I smile at her, and she sits up even straighter than before. I start muttering to myself, and Fire, Flare, and Blizzard wait for me patiently. "So if we have one hunting break... the four of us and 12 other hunters..." I scrunch my eyes and do a few calculations in my head before opening my eyes and smiling at them. "If we have one hunting break and one dirt break, we should be able to get there at mid-afternoon at the latest." "Great! Then we should go and-" Fire gets cut off when Blizzard abruptly stands up. "Dog." he whispers. I squint into the distance, and I'm just about able to see a faint silhouette of a dog - a very large one by the looks of it. Or, we're just very, very small. "Dog!" Blizzard yells. He starts waking up cats and telling them to run, and soon, we join in. "Come on, come on!" I shake cats awake while Fire starts shouting out directions. "Alright everyone! Follow Flare! She'll lead you to a safe place. Follow Flare!" The three of us start chanting it while Flare gathers all the cats - around 80 or so - together. "Let's go!" she starts running, and the cats follow her, warriors helping elders, and carrying kits. Fire runs up to me breathlessly. "They won't make it, even if they were at their top speed, which they're not." "So what you're saying is... "Some cat needs to fight the dog." "Leave that to me, Fire." I smirk and turn to Blizzard, who's at my side. "You're with me, Bliz, right?" "Until the very end, Rain." he promises. "B-But you'll g-get killed!" Fire protests. "No we won't we've got each other's backs." And it's true. Blizzard and I have been fighting partners for many moons - we haven't failed each other once. After all, neither of us are dead, right? "Fire, trust us, we'll be fine. Go." I say, lightly shoving her the direction Flare had gone. She starts running. "Rainbow -" "Just go! You don't want to lose her!" I scream. Fire starts sprinting, though I know she doesn't trust me. I'll prove her wrong. I've done that way too many times. "Ready?" I ask quietly. "As ready as I'll ever be." Blizzard says. The dog is coming closer, and I can make out it's features in the pre-dawn light. It's big, no, huge, and it's big and brown. It's muzzle is light pink, and layers of fat cover it on all sides. "Bliz." I say. Blizzard perks up immediately. "When I count to three, we charge on opposit sides. The stupid oaf won't know what hit him." "One." I say. "Two." I raise my voice. "Three!" I yell. We both run together. "I love you Rainbow." Blizzard whispers, and I feel my vision go red as we charge to our ultimate death. ~ "Rainbow? Rainbow!" Blizzard's voice wakes me up. "Bliz?" I ask, squinting my eyes which are blinded by the sunlight. "Oh, Rain! Thank goodness you're awak! I thought I was going to lose you." he ends it with a whisper, staring at me as if I was something priceless. "Well, I'm here, aren't I? I'm fine." I say, when Blizzard starts to object. "Really." "The dog -" "The dog?" I get up so fast that I fall over again from the shooting pain in my left paw. "Ow." I groan. Blizzard laughs, but turns serious when he sees my expression. "Rain, we got the dog. You were right - we confused him so much, he was unable to fight back. He ran away some time back, and I was looking for you and I realizd that you were lying on the ground, and oh, Rain! I was so worried." "Easy, now, Bliz." I get up slower this time, making sure not to put too much pressure on my bad leg. "Let's get to that valley before Fire proclaims us dead." "Yeah, we probably should, shouldn't we?" We start walking, and I feel myself getting edgy. I want to be at the valley. I want to be able to settle down and just be me - Rainbow - again. I just want to be happy in my home and stop moving around, and stop fighting enemies, and just ... everything, I guess. "Rainbow?" I turn my head. "You're been quiet for too long. It's weird." I laugh, and he smiles. I start jogging. "Come on, Blizzard. Let's go home." ~
- The Valley, a place where people loved to come to talk and play games, was deleted in May 2013 due to low chat activity. The people in this chatroom were crazy, funny, and random. There was always (Mostly) talking in the chatroom. Unless it's...like...2:34 a.m. (Mostly). The room owner: *Currently Unknown* (Change if you know)
- The Valley was a region on Beta III. In 2267 a landing party from the USS Enterprise claimed to be from "The Valley", a notion seized on by resistance member Reger as an explanation for their unusual conduct during the Festival. Hacom was not convinced, and believed the strangers were not of the Body. He summoned lawgivers, forcing the landing party and Reger to flee. (TOS: "The Return of the Archons" )
- "The Valley" is a song by Duran Duran, released on the album Red Carpet Massacre by Epic Records on 19 November 2007 in Europe and on 13 November 2007 in the USA.
- The Valley (渓谷, Keikoku, alt. "The Vale") is a location in Legend of Legaia. It is a large stretch of Mist-covered land that holds the thickest Mist in Drake Kingdom, thanks to the presence of the ominous Zeto's Dungeon that holds the continent's Mist Generator.
- The Valley is the main placement in which Skunk Fu takes place in. The Valley consists of many animals who are fighting against Dragon. They are led by a Council of Elders, who are led by Panda. All the animals have a particular style which they follow. The Valley has many different locations such as the lake, the forest, and other places seen in numerous episodes. They are refered to as "The Valley Dwellers" by the mountain animals.
- The harsh northern winds whipped up the snow in front of the cave, blasting each flake as they fluttered and tore around making the air thick. A lone figure stepped out, its cloak and hood rippling in the wind. The figure scrambled to the top of a nearby snowdrift and gazed out over the field in front of her. “Oy! Jin’aya!” Jin’aya turned to see the Frostwolf ambassador standing nearby. “Wat yas be wantin?” Rokhstrom smirked, “Your reputation precedes you Hunter, your presence has been requested in Alterac.” She offered Jin’aya a piece of folded parchment. Jin’aya slid down from the back of her raptor and took the letter from her. She peered at the writing. Jin’aya finished reading, and wondered what she had done to upset Shatterskull enough to have him ‘promote’ her to the frozen hell-hole that was the valley. She lifted her head and gave Ambassador Rokhstrom a questioning look. “Congratulations soldier.” She paused and looked Jin’aya up and down, smirking at her lightweight armor. “I suggest you find some travelling furs and make your way to the front. The Warmaster doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” Jin’aya shoved the note in her pack, climbed back onto her raptor and rode off into the city without another word. ' ' ' Jin’aya climbed the hill towards the camp. She could see Warmaster Laggrond waiting outside of the cave. Taking a deep breath she spurred her raptor onwards. She halted as she reched the tall orc and saluted. She pulled the tattered promotion letter from her pack and handed it over. She watched Laggrond read, waiting for a response. “Well,” he glanced at the parchement again, “Jin’aya, Welcome to the Valley.” He paused peering at her raptor. “You’re not taking him in there. Poor creature will freeze to death! you leave him here, we’ll look after him for you.” Jin’aya considered arguing for a moment, and begrudgingly slid off her raptor, snarling slightly as a forsaken guard took his reigns from her. “Right hunter, let me give you a walk-through of the situation out there….” The harsh northern winds whipped up the snow in front of the cave, blasting each flake as they fluttered and tore around making the air thick. Jin’aya stepped out pulling her cloak tight around her. The wind caught and tugged at her hood, blasting snow and icy air down the back of her neck. She grasped the talisman of strength that hung on the same stretch of leather as her raptor necklace. The wards against harm hung from her belt, she had used one within the cave, hoping it would save her skin. It had just over a day since Nihli had given her the carved tokens of protection, yet it already seemed like a different world. ‘You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.’ She had said. But Jin’aya had wanted to, her determination to prove herself as good if not better than the male hunters had not faded with age, or abated over the years. The desire for blood and glory ran strong within her still. As she stood on top of the snowdrift she could hear the sounds of the battle in the distance. The Warmaster had warned her of what to expect, ‘Exit the cave and head north, last reports say we’re holding them off at the fields of strife.’ Jin’aya followed the edge of the mountains keeping from the road. Creeping around the bastillions she noticed the Frostwolf archers standing on the upper floors firing out of windows and cracks in the stonework. She practically crawled along the snowline until she pulled herself to the top of a drift and looked out. The field of strife was aptly named, Hundreds of soldiers covered the field, many were dead or dying. As she watched she saw medics and priests riding in and out of the field taking any of the injured they could find to safety. In the distance dwarves and gnomes could be seen manning alliance catapults, firing flaming boulders into the battle, as likely killing their own soldiers as the horde. Jin’aya gripped her bow tightly, calling upon the speed of the cheetah she ran across the gap, skipping and jumping over the bodies of the wounded or dead. She paused 30 or 40 yards from the front line, steadying herself she pulled back her bowstring and fired a volley of arrows into the crowd. The screams and dwarven curses told her they had found their marks. She fired again and again, each time relishing the howls of those caught by the arrows. Jin’aya pushed her hood back from her head to see more clearly, her crest shone brightly against the snowy backdrop. She knocked a shadow-imbued arrow to the string and pulled back, looking for her mark. An Orcs battle roar rang out, Jin’aya turned to see the line to her left falter. Alliance cavalry was bearing down on them. Several orcs and trolls lay dying on the ground, those not dead were fleeing. Jin’aya spun on her heel and loosed the string. The shadowy arrow tore across field, it buried itself in a Dwarvern ram. The ram fell crushing its rider beneath it. Jin’aya went to pull another arrow from her quiver, as she reached back she howled in pain, she looked down to see a stormpike arrow lodged in her left thigh. She brought bow round and fired at the archer stood to the right of the oncoming Alliance. He dodged her arrow and fired 2 back in quick succession, catching her in the shoulder and chest. She fell to her knees. Fighting to retain grip on her bow her vision swam before her, The Stormpike soldiers were almost upon her. This was it, after 30 years she would fall at the hands of a dwarf or a human, miles from home in the snowy wastelands, fighting for a horde she no longer believed in. Jin’aya closed her eyes, battling to remain conscious, waiting for the blow from an axe or sword. Suddenly a hand grasped her cloak pulling her backwards. She felt herself thrown over the haunches of a mount, then a sensation of movement, she could see the snow moving fast below her. She turned her head to see who had rescued her. For a moment she could only make out the traditional white robe of the medic, her vision swam before her eyes, then she could see her rescuer. “Cursed Elf!” she spat. He laughed at her, his almost sing-song voice ringing in her ears. “Now now troll is that anyway to speak to your rescuer?” he smirked at Jin’aya as she writhed in pain trying to swipe at him. “Better t’ ha died wit’ honor dan t’ ha’ bin rescued by n’ Elf!” she swore harshly in her own tounge, cursing the elf with every word she could think of. “Save your strength and hang on troll, they are fol….” Jin’aya heard the sound of the arrow before the elf did, she looked up to see the head of the arrow protruding through his chest, the blood poured from the wound and from his mouth staining his robe. Without another word he slid backwards off of the hawkstrider, landing in the snow. Jin’aya pulled herself up into the saddle of the beast. She tried to focus, but the blood was still oozing from her wounds. “Poison…” she mumbled before slumping forwards against the beasts neck, Darkness enveloped her vision as she lost consciousness. The Frostwolf cave was heaving with the sick and wounded. The medics went from one to another, administering salves and bandages to those who required them, and words of comfort to those for which it was too late. The entrance to the cave darkened suddenly, Lyrissa looked up. A black hawkstrider was pacing and flapping, squawking loudly with panic. Lyrissa approached the bird, attempting to grasp the reigns of the creature. She called a nearby assistant to restrain the beast. As she walked round it she realized it was carrying someone, a large female troll was face down in the birds feathers, she appeared to be alive but her breathing was shallow and ragged. With the help of two others they managed to move the troll from the back of the beast to a nearby cot. Lyrissa examined the troll, she was pale and sweating. As she cast her eyes over she could see the remains of 3 arrows, broken off at the shaft protruding from the chinks in her armor. She pulled gently twisting the arrow-heads from the flesh. She put them besides her and examined the wound. It remained open and oozing. This was not right, A trolls regeneration should have been able to deal with these. She turned her attention back to the arrowheads, she held one in her hand, it had the faintest green glow around it, the liquid dripped from the tip and burned away a patch of her skin. Placing the arrowhead down she yelled at one of the guard orcs to come and light a fire nearby while she went to find a salve. Lyrissa returned carrying a small dish of foul-smelling green-brown paste. Cursing in gutterspeak she knelt next to the troll. The female was still feverish and unconscious. She smeared the salve onto the wounds and bound them in fresh bandages, Lyrissa prayed that it would cleanse the poison and that they hadn’t got to her to late. The orc guard turned from the fresh fire and looked at the forsaken priestess. “Priestess Lyrissa?” “Stay with the patient grunt, I have others to attend to, notify me if she wakes up.” “As you wish mistress.” Lyrissa shook her head sadly. Who was this troll who rode a hawkstrider? She would send the enquiry with the report of the days dead, and the few names of those survivors. Warmaster Laggrond took the list from the runner. Todays casualties. There was a note enquiring about a black hawkstrider , he scrawled on the back of the note that no black hawkstriders had entered the valley in the last 6 months or so, that he could remember. He passed the note to a nearby guard, ordering it to be taken into the Frostwolf cave to Priestess Lyrissa. He scanned the list of the fallen, many fine soldiers had died today. As he read he paused at a name. Jin’aya – Missing in Action. So much for Shatterskull’s recommendation. She hadn’t lasted more than a day. He let out a long sigh and signed the sheet for notification to be sent to families, tribes or clans of those fallen. Handing the parchment back to the runner he looked up. There in the stables was Jin’aya’s blue raptor. ‘Well,’ he thought, ‘no point in keeping it here, it’s no use in the Valley.’ Laggrond turned to one of the forsaken guards. “You!, take that raptor to the goblin trader who wanders Hillsbrad. I’m sure it will fetch him a good price in Booty-bay, and make sure you get good coin from him too!” The forsaken nodded and led the raptor away. The Warmaster turned his gaze out from the camp, here coming up the hill was todays recruits. ‘Here’s hoping they last a bit longer’ he muttered to himself. “Ha! You owe me 5 gold coins, told you she’d get up again!” Jin’aya looked at the grunt with curiosity. She held onto the edge of the bunk shaking violently. An undead approached her with a steaming bowl. “Here,” she said offering the bowl, “You’ve been unconscious for 3 days, get this broth in you before you collapse again.” Jin’aya’s eyes narrowed mistrusting the forsaken priestess. She was going to refuse but her stomach growled at the inviting smell coming from the bowl. She sighed and accepted the proffered broth and sat cross-legged and drank. She finished and leant forward to put the bowl on the floor. She yowled in pain as she attempted to extend her arm. For the first time she looked down at herself. Her chest shoulder and thigh were bound tightly in blood-stained bandages. Dried blood could be seen around the edges of the dressings. Horrified she looked up to the priestess, her eyes wide. “Wat be happnin? where I be? Da last ting I be rememberin was bein on da fields o’ strife, der was dis elf….” She tailed off into silence, realizing she had no memory from that point. “Da elf, he wa’ shot in da back, he fell ….” Lyrissa nodded slowly. “So that is how a troll ended up riding into the cave on the back of a hawkstrider. Tell me troll, do you know your name?” Jin’aya snorted at the suggestion that she didn’t. “I be Jin’aya.” Behind her there was a shuffling noise. She spun around to see the black hawkstrider curled up with his head under his wing. “Why is dat ting here?” Lyrissa looked from the bird to the troll. “He carried you here when you were unconscious. He refused to be led from your side, one of the grunts who tried to move him had his arm gouged, we gave up after that and let him stay. As you were with him when his last master fell, I think he believes you’re his new one….” Jin’aya peered at the bird. Even despite her dislike all elven things, she could see he was a large and handsome creature. She shook her head. “I be ha’in a raptor. He be stored outside o’ da valley” Lyrissa raised an eyebrow, “A blue one?” Jin’aya nodded. “I’m greatly sorry Jin’aya that raptor has gone. It was thought you were lost in action, as you had no ‘next of kin’ to inherit him, it was sold to a goblin merchant to take to market in booty-bay. Two days ago. Anyway, we can worry about that later, in the mean time as your medic I insist you get some rest.” Jin’aya was furious, she went to get up and suddenly felt horribly woozy. She looked down at the bowl and back at the priestess. Lyrissa was smiling. “I’m sorry Jin’aya, the best thing for pain is sleep. Don’t fight the sedative, you will feel better for it.” Lyrissa’s voice seemed quiet and muffled. Jin’aya slid back into the warm furs and fell deeply asleep. 5 days had passed since Jin’aya had entered Alterac Valley. She leaned heavily on a borrowed staff as she limped out of the entrance to the frostwolf cave. The green grass of Alterac mountains rolled away from her, down towards Hillsbrad and Tarren mill. The black hawkstrider followed her out. Jin’aya turned to it. “Looks like I stuck wit’ yas den. If I be keepin ya, yas better ha’ a name,” Jin’aya paused for a moment eyeing up the creature. “I be callin yas Zi’kala I tinks. It be meanin ‘bird’.” Jin’aya approached the hawkstrider. The great beast sat down on the floor, allowing its injured mistress to climb on with better ease. As Jin’aya got her seat, Zi’kala stood up and began the walk down towards Tarren Mill. Jin’aya ran her fingers through the birds black plumage stroking his neck. “Wat da hell am I gonna tells da tribe…”
- Spectre stared as the two Outsiders walked past her. She hadn’t seen anyone from the Other Side in years, sure there had been various scouts sent over, past the Flatlands to the Other Side, far away from the Valley, the Scouts had been sent to see if there were any who were worthy of learning of the Valley and its people. But they had found no one, she prayed to the Creator that one day an Outsider would come and understand, and seemed her prayers had been answered. Not one but two had found her beloved Valley. And she was excited beyond words. "I must find Elder," she said. She ran back to her village and ran until she had found Elder, the leader of the village. “Elder,” she said gasping for breath. “What is it child?” he asked, concern and worry in his eyes. “Two Outsiders,” Specter said as the entire village gathered around her and Elder, “Where are they?” asked Elder “Just below the Tree of Passgae, heading down hill to the Lowlands.” “Call Mission and Cephas,” Elder said turning to Skill, one of the village boys, Skill nodded and ran off to find Mission and Cephas. “Now,” said Elder turning back to Spectre, “Let’s go back to the tower.”
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