ahh ahh bir ask bir sevda baslangici
a-ha soylede basliyordu iste

tika waylan straightened her back with a sigh. flexing her shoulders to ease her cramped muscles. she tossed the soapy bar rag into the water pail and glanced around the empty room.

it was getting harder to keep up the old inn. there was a lot of love rubbed into the warm finish of the wood, but even love and tallow couldn't hide the cracks and splits in the well-used tables or prevent a customer from sitting on an occasional splinter. the inn of the last home was not fancy, not like some she'd heard about in haven. it was comfortable. the living tree in which it was built wrapped its ancient arms around it lovingly, while the walls and fixtures were crafted around the boughs of the tree with such care as to make it impossible to tell where nature's work left off and man's began. the bar seemed to ebb and flow like a polished wave around the living wood that supported it. the stained glass in the window panes cast welcoming flashes of vibrant color across the room.

shadows were dwindling as noon approached. the inn of the last home would soon be open for business. tika looked around and smiled in satisfaction. the tables were clean and polished. all she had left to do was sweep the floor. she began to shove aside the heavy wooden benches, as otik emerged from the kitchen, enveloped in fragrant steam.

"should be another brisk day-for both the weather and business," he said, squeezing his stout body behind the bar. he began to set out mugs, whistling cheerfully.

"i'd like the business cooler and the weather warmer," said tika, tugging at a bench. "i walked my feet off yesterday and got little thanks and less tips! such a gloomy crowd! everybody nervous, jumping at every sound. i dropped a mug last night and-i swear-retark drew his sword!"

"pah!" otik snorted. "retark's a solace seeker guard. they're always nervous. you would be too if you had to work for hederick, that fanat-"

"watch it," tika warned.

otik shrugged. "unless the high theocrat can fly now, he won't be listening to us. i'd hear his boots on the stairs before he could hear me." but tika noticed he lowered his voice as he continued. "the residents of solace won't put up with much more, mark my words. people disappearing, being dragged off to who knows where. it's a sad time." he shook his head. then he brightened. "but it's good for business."

"until he closes us down," tika said gloomily. she grabbed the broom and began sweeping briskly.

"even theocrats need to fill their bellies and wash the fire and brimstone from their throats." otik chuckled. "it must be thirsty work, haranguing people about the new gods day in and day out-he's in here every night."

tika stopped her sweeping and leaned against the bar.

"otik," she said seriously, her voice subdued. "there's other talk, too-talk of war. armies massing in the north. and there are these strange, hooded men in town, hanging around with the high theocrat, asking questions."

otik looked at the nineteen-year-old girl fondly, reached out, and patted her cheek. he'd been father to her, ever since her own had vanished so mysteriously. he tweaked her red curls.

"war. pooh." he sniffed. "there's been talk of war ever since the cataclysm. it's just talk, girl. maybe the theocrat makes it up just to keep people in line."

"i don't know." tika frowned. "i-"

the door opened.

both tika and otik started in alarm and turned to the door. they had not heard footsteps on the stairs, and that was uncanny! the inn of the last home was built high in the branches of a mighty vallenwood tree, as was every other building in solace, with the exception of the blacksmith shop. the townspeople had decided to take to the trees during the terror and chaos following the cataclysm. and thus solace became a tree town, one of the few truly beautiful wonders left on krynn. sturdy wooden bridge-walks connected the houses and businesses perched high above the ground where five hundred people went about their daily lives. the inn of the last home was the largest building in solace and stood forty feet off the ground. stairs ran around the ancient vallenwood's gnarled trunk. as otik had said, any visitor to the inn would be heard approaching long before he was seen.

but neither tika nor otik had heard the old man.^*

he stood in the doorway, leaning on a worn oak staff, and peered around the inn. the tattered hood of his plain, gray robe was drawn over his head, its shadow obscuring the features of his face except for his hawkish, shining eyes.

"can i help you. old one?" tika asked the stranger, exchanging worried glances with otik. was this old man a seeker spy?

"eh?" the old man blinked. "you open?"

"well . . " tika hesitated.

"certainly," otik said, smiling broadly. "come in. gray-beard. tika, find our guest a chair. he must be tired after that long climb."

"climb?^*" scratching his head, the old man glanced around the porch, then looked down to the ground below. "oh, yes. climb. a great many stairs`:cakal tabi kapinin ununde belirdi birden ne merdiveni ne cikmasi` .. ." he hobbled inside, then made a playful swipe at tika with his staff. "get along with your work, girl. i'm capable of finding my own chair."

tika shrugged, reached for her broom, and began sweeping, keeping her eyes on the old man.
he stood in the center of the inn, peering around as though confirming the location and position of each table and chair in the room. the common room was large and bean-shaped,

wrapping around the trunk of the vallenwood. the trees smaller limbs supported the floor and ceiling. he looked with particular interest at the fireplace, which stood about three-quarters of the way back into the room. the only stonework in the inn, it was obviously crafted by dwarven hands to appear to be part of the tree, winding naturally through the branches above. a bin next to the side of the firepit was stacked high with cordwood and pine logs brought down from the high mountains. no resident of solace would consider burning the wood of their own great trees. there was a back route out the kitchen; it was a forty-foot drop, but a few of otik's customers found this setup very convenient ^*. so did the old man^*

he muttered satisfied comments to himself as his eyes went from one area to another. then, to tika's astonishment, he suddenly dropped his staff, hitched up the sleeves of his robes, and began rearranging the furniture!

tika stopped sweeping and leaned on her broom. "what are you doing? that table's always been there!"

a long, narrow table stood in the center of the common room. the old man dragged it across the floor and shoved it up against the trunk of the huge vallenwood, right across from the firepit, then stepped back to admire his work.

"there," he grunted. "s'posed to be closer to the firepit. now bring over two more chairs. need six around here^*

tika turned to otik. he seemed about to protest, but, at that moment, there was a flaring light from the kitchen. a scream from the cook indicated that the grease had caught fire again^*

otik hurried toward the swinging kitchen doors.
"he's harmless," he puffed as he passed tika. "let him do what he wants-within reason. maybe he's throwing a party."tika sighed and took two chairs over to the old man as requested. she set them where he indicated.

"now," the old man said, glancing around sharply. "bring two more chairs-comfortable ones, mind you-over here. put them next to the firepit, in this shadowy corner."`:iste tam buraya denk gelecek yere sonra caramon olmus kardesi icin oda yapacaktir`
"'tisn't shadowy," tika protested. "it's sitting in full sunlight!"
"ah"-the old man's eyes narrowed-"but it will be shadowy tonight, won't it?^* when the fire's lit ... " "i-i suppose so ..." tika faltered.

"bring the chairs. that's a good girl. and i want one, right here." the old man gestured at a spot in front of the firepit. "for me."
"are you giving a party. old one?" tika asked as she carriedmover the most comfortable, well-worn chair in the inn.
"a party?" the thought seemed to strike the old man as funny. he chuckled. "yes, girl. it will be a party such as the world of krynn has not seen since before the cataclysm!^* be ready, tika waylan. be ready!" he patted her shoulder, tousled her hair, then turned and lowered himself, bones creaking, into the chair. "a mug of ale," he ordered.tika went to pour the ale. it wasn't until she had brought the old man his drink and gone back to her sweeping that she stopped, wondering how he knew her name.

-old friends meet a rude interruption-

flint fireforge collapsed on a moss-covered boulder. his old dwarven bones had supported him long enough and were unwilling to continue without complaint.

"i should never have left^*" flint grumbled, looking down into the valley below. he spoke aloud, though there was no sign of another living person about. long years of solitary wandering had forced the dwarf into the habit of talking to himself. he slapped both hands on his knees. "and i'll be damned if i'm ever leaving again!^*" he announced vehemently.

warmed by the afternoon sun, the boulder felt comfortable to the ancient dwarf, who had been walking all day in the chill autumn air. flint relaxed and let the warmth seep into his bones-the warmth of the sun and the warmth of his thoughts. because he was home.

he looked around him, his eyes lingering fondly over the familiar landscape. the mountainside below him formed one side of a high mountain bowl carpeted in autumn splendor. the vallenwood trees in the valley were ablaze in the season's colors, the brilliant reds and golds fading into the purple of the kharolis peaks beyond. the flawless, azure sky among the trees was repeated in the waters of crystalmir lake. thin columns of smoke curled among the treetops, the only sign of the presence of solace. a soft, spreading haze blanketed the vale with the sweet aroma of home fires burning.

as flint sat and rested, he pulled a block of wood and a gleaming dagger from his pack, his hands moving without conscious thought. since time uncounted, his people had always had the need to shape the shapeless to their liking. he himself had been a metalsmith of some renown before his retirement some years earlier. he put the knife to the wood, then, his attention caught, flint's hands remained idle as he watched the smoke drift up from the hidden chimneys below.

"my own home fire's gone out," flint said softly. he shook himself, angry at feeling sentimental, and began slicing at the wood with a vengeance. he grumbled loudly, "my house has been sitting empty. roof probably leaked, ruined the furniture. stupid quest. silliest thing i ever did. after one hundred and forty-eight years, i ought to have learned!"

"you'll never learn, dwarf," a distant voice answered him. "not if you live to be two hundred and forty-eight!"

dropping the wood, the dwarf's hand moved with calm assurance from the dagger to the handle of his axe as he peered down the path. the voice sounded familiar, the first familiar voice he'd heard in a long time. but he couldn't place it.

flint squinted into the setting sun. he thought he saw the figure of a man striding up the path. standing, flint drew back into the shadow of a tall pine to see better. the man's walk was marked by an easy grace-an elvish grace, flint would have said; yet the man's body had the thickness and tight muscles of a human, while the facial hair was definitely humankind's. all the dwarf could see of the man's face beneath a green hood was tan skin and a brownish-red beard. a longbow was slung over one shoulder and a sword hung at his left side. he was dressed in soft leather, carefully tooled in the intricate designs the elves loved. but no elf in the world of krynn could grow a beard no elf, but . . .

"tanis?" said flint hesitantly as the man neared.

"the same." the newcomer's bearded face split in a wide grin. he held open his arms and, before the dwarf could stop him, engulfed flint in a hug that lifted him off the ground. the dwarf clasped his old friend close for a brief instant, then, remembering his dignity, squirmed and freed himself from the half elfs embrace.

"well, you've learned no manners in five years," the dwarf grumbled. "still no respect for my age or my station. hoisting me around like a sack of potatoes" flint peered down the road. "i hope no one who knows us saw us."^*

"i doubt there are many who'd remember us," tanis said, his eyes studying his stocky friend fondly. "time doesn't pass for you and me, old dwarf, as it does for humans. five years is a long time for them, a few moments for us." then he smiled. "you haven't changed."

"the same can't be said of others." flint sat back down on the stone and began to carve once more. he scowled up at tanis. "why the beard? you were ugly enough."^*

tanis scratched his chin. "i have been in lands that were not friendly to those of elven blood. the beard-a gift from my human father," he said with bitter irony, "did much to hide my heritage."

flint grunted. he knew that wasn't the complete truth. although the half elf abhorred killing, tanis would not be one to hide from a fight behind a beard. wood chips flew.

"i have been in lands that were not friendly to anyone of any kind of blood." flint turned the wood in his hand, examining it. "but we're home now. all that's behind us."

"not from what i've heard," tanis said, drawing his hood up over his face again to keep the sun out of his eyes. "the highseekers in haven appointed a man named hederick to govern as high theocrat in solace, and he's turned the town into a hotbed of fanaticism with his new religion."

tanis and the dwarf both turned and looked down into the quiet valley. lights began to wink on, making the homes in the trees visible among the vallenwood. the night air was still and calm and sweet, tinged with the smell of wood smoke from the home fires. now and again they could hear the faint sound of a mother calling her children to dinner.

"i've heard of no evil in solace," flint said quietly.

"religious persecution . . . inquisitions . . ." tanis's voice sounded ominous coming from the depths of his hood. it was deeper, more somber than flint remembered. the dwarf frowned. his friend had changed in five years. and elves never change! but then tanis was only half-elven-a child of violence, his mother having been raped by a human warrior during one of the many wars that had divided the different races of krynn in the chaotic years following the cataclysm.

"inquisitions! that's only for those who defy the new high theocrat, according to rumor." flint snorted. "i don't believe in the seeker gods-never did-but i don't parade my beliefs in the street. keep quiet and they'll let you alone-that's my motto. the highseekers in haven are still wise and virtuous men. it's just this one rotten apple in solace that's spoiling the whole barrel. by the way, did you find what you sought?"

"some sign of the ancient, true gods?" tanis asked. "or peace of mind? i went seeking both. which did you mean?"

"well, i assume one would go with the other," flint growled. he turned the piece of wood in his hands, still not satisfied with its proportions. "are we going to stand here all night, smelling the cooking fires? or are we going to go into town and get some dinner?"

"go." tanis waved. the two started down the path together, tanis's long strides forcing the dwarf to take two steps to his one. though it had been many years since they had journeyed together, tanis unconsciously slowed his pace, while flint unconsciously quickened his.

"so you found nothing?" flint pursued.

"nothing," tanis replied. "as we discovered long ago, the only clerics and priests in this world serve false gods. i heard tales of healing, but it was all trickery and magic. fortunately, our friend raistlin taught me what to watch-"

"raistlin!" flint puffed. "that pasty-faced, skinny magician. he's more than half charlatan himself. always sniveling and whining and poking his nose where it doesn't belong. if it weren't for his twin brother looking after him, someone would've put an end to his magic long ago."

tanis was glad his beard hid his smile. "i think the young man was a better magician than you give him credit for," he said. "and, you must admit, he worked long and tirelessly to help those who were taken in by the fake clerics-as i did." he sighed.

"for which you got little thanks, no doubt," the dwarf muttered.

"very little," tanis said. "people want to believe in something-even if, deep inside, they know it is false. but what of you? how was your journey to your homelands?"

flint stumped along without answering, his face grim. finally he muttered, "i should never have gone," and glanced up at tanis, his eyes-barely visible through the thick, overhanging, white eyebrows- informing the half-elf that this turn of the conversation was not welcome`:eh kolay degil tabi senelerce guly dwarflar tarafindan esir tutulmak` tanis saw the look but asked his questions anyhow.

"what of the dwarven clerics? the stories we heard?"

"not true. the clerics vanished three hundred years ago during the cataclysm. so say the elders."

"much like the elves," tanis mused.

"i saw-"

"hsst!" tanis held out a warning hand.

flint came to a dead stop. "what?" he whispered.

tanis motioned. "over in that grove."

flint peered toward the trees, at the same time reaching for the battle axe that was strapped behind his back.

the red rays of the setting sun glistened briefly on a piece of metal flashing among the trees. tanis saw it once, lost it, then saw it again. at that moment, though, the sun sank, leaving the sky glowing a rich violet, and causing night's shadows to creep through the forest trees.

flint squinted into the gloom. "i don't see anything."

"i did," tanis said. he kept staring at the place where he'd seen the metal, and gradually his elvensight began to detect the warm red aura cast by all living beings but visible only to the elves. "who goes there?" tanis called.

the only answer for long moments was an eerie sound that made the hair rise on the half elfs neck. it was a hollow, whirring sound that started out low, then grew higher and higher and eventually attained a high-pitched, screaming whine. soaring with it, came a voice. "elven wanderer, turn from your course and leave the dwarf behind. we are the spirits of those poor souls flint fireforge left on the barroom floor. did we die in combat?" the spirit voice soared to new heights, as did the whining, whirring sound accompanying it. "no! we died of shame, cursed by the ghost of the grape for not being able to outdrink a hill dwarf."`:muhaha tas a hasta olmanin ilk adimida buralarda atilir iste`

flint's beard was quivering with rage, and tanis, bursting out laughing, was forced to grab the angry dwarf's shoulder to keep him from charging headlong into the brush.
"damn the eyes of the elves!" the spectral voice turned merry. "and damn the beards of the dwarves!" "wouldn't you know it?" flint groaned. "tasslehoff burrfoot!"

there was a faint rustle in the underbrush, then a small figure stood on the path. it was a kender, one of a race of people considered by many on krynn to be as much a nuisance as mosquitoes. small-boned, the kender rarely grew over four feet tall. this particular kender was about flint's height, but his slight build and perpetually childlike face made him seem smaller. he wore bright blue leggings that stood out in sharp contrast to his furred vest and plain, home-spun tunic. his brown eyes glinted with mischief and fun; his smile seemed to reach to the tips of his pointed ears. he dipped his head in a mock bow, allowing a long tassle of brown hair-his pride and joy-to flip forward over his nose. then he straightened up, laughing. the metallic gleam tanis's quick eyes had spotted came from the buckles of one of the numerous packs strapped around his shoulders and waist.

tas grinned up at them, leaning on his hoopak staff. it was this staff that had created the eerie noise. tanis should have recognized it at once, having seen the kender scare off many would-be attackers by whirling his staff in the air, producing that screaming whine. a kender invention, the hoopak's bottom end was copper-clad and sharply pointed; the top end was forked and held a leather sling. the staff itself was made out of a single piece of supple willow wood. although scorned by every other race on krynn, the hoopak was more than a useful tool or weapon to a kender-it was his symbol. "new roads demand a hoopak," was a popular saying among kenderkind. it was always followed immediately by another of their sayings:

"no road is ever old."

tasslehoff suddenly ran forward, his arms open wide.

"flint!" the kender threw his arms around the dwarf and hugged him`:aman aman bir kenderi kendine bu kadar yaklastirmak`. flint, embarrassed, returned the embrace reluctantly, then quickly stepped back. tasslehoff grinned, then looked up at the half-elf.

"who's this?" he gasped. "tanis! i didn't recognize you with a beard!" he held out his short arms. "no, thanks," said tanis, grinning^* he waved the kender away. "i want to keep my money pouch."

with a sudden look of alarm, flint felt under his tunic. "you rascal!" he roared and leaped at the kender, who was doubled over, laughing. the two went down in the dust.^*

tanis, chuckling, started to pull flint off the kender. then he stopped and turned in alarm. too late, he heard the silvery jingle of harness and bridle and the whinny of a horse. the half-elf put his hand on the hilt of his sword, but he had already lost any advantage he might have gained through alertness.

swearing under his breath, tanis could do nothing but stand and stare at the figure emerging from the shadows. it was seated on a small, furry-legged pony that walked with its head down as if it were ashamed of its rider. gray, mottled skin sagged into folds about the rider's face. two pig-pink eyes stared out at them from beneath a military-looking helmet. its fat. flabby body leaked out between pieces of flashy, pretentious armor.

a peculiar odor hit tanis, and he wrinkled his nose in disgust. "hobgoblin!" his brain registered. he loosened his sword and kicked at flint, but at that moment the dwarf gave a tremendous sneeze and sat up on the kender.

"horse!" said flint, sneezing again.

"behind you," tanis replied quietly.

flint, hearing the warning note in his friend's voice, scrarnbled to his feet. tasslehoff quickly did the same.

the hobgoblin sat astride the pony, watching them with a sneering, supercilious look on his flat face. his pink eyes reflected the last lingering traces of sunlight.
"you see, boys," the hobgoblin stated, speaking the common tongue with a thick accent, "what fools we are dealing with here in solace."
there was gritty laughter from the trees behind the hobgoblin. five goblin guards, dressed in crude uniforms, came out on foot. they took up positions on either side of their leader's horse.

"now . . ." the hobgoblin leaned over his saddle. tanis watched with a kind of horrible fascination as the creature's huge belly completely engulfed the pommel. "i am fewmaster toede, leader of the forces that are keeping solace protected from undesirable elements. you have no right to be walking in the city limits after dark. you are under arrest." fewmaster toede leaned down to speak to a goblin near him. "bring me the blue crystal staff, if you find it on them," he said in the croaking goblin tongue. tanis, flint, and tasslehoff all looked at each other questioningly. each of them could speak some goblin-tas better than the others. had they heard right? a blue crystal staff?

"if they resist," added fewmaster toede, switching back to common for grand effect, "kill them."

with that, he yanked on the reins, flicked his mount with a riding crop, and galloped off down the path toward town.

"goblins! in solace! this new theocrat has much to answer for!" flint spat. reaching up, he swung his battle axe from its holder on his back and planted his feet firmly on the path, rocking back and forth until he felt himself balanced. "very well," he announced. "come on."

"i advise you to retreat," tanis said, throwing his cloak over one shoulder and drawing his sword. "we have had a long journey. we are hungry and tired and late for a meeting with friends we have not seen in a long time. we have no intention of being arrested."

"or of being killed," added tasslehoff. he had drawn no weapon but stood staring at the goblins with interest.^*

a bit taken aback, the goblins glanced at each other nervously. one cast a baleful look down the road where his leader had vanished. the goblins were accustomed to bullying peddlers and farmers traveling to the small town-not to challenging armed and obviously skilled fighters. but their hatred of the other races of krynn was long-standing. they drew their long, curved blades.

flint strode forward, his hands getting a firm grip on the axe handle. "there's only one creature i hate worse than a gully dwarf ^*," he muttered, "and that's a goblin!"

the goblin dove at flint, hoping to knock him down. flint swung his axe with deadly accuracy and timing. a goblin head rolled into the dust, the body crashing to the ground.

"what are you slime doing in solace?" tanis asked, meeting the clumsy stab of another goblin skillfully. their swords crossed and held for a moment, then tanis shoved the goblin backward. "do you work for the high theocrat?"

"theocrat?" the goblin gurgled with laughter. swinging its weapon wildly, it ran at tanis. "that fool? our fewmaster works for the-ugh!" the creature impaled itself on tanis's sword. it groaned, then slid off onto the ground.

"damn!" tanis swore and stared at the dead goblin in frustration. "the clumsy idiot! i didn't want to kill it-just find out who hired it."

"you'll find out who hired us-sooner than you'd like!" snarled another goblin, rushing at the distracted half-elf. tanis turned quickly and disarmed the creature. he kicked it in its stomach and the goblin crumpled over.

another goblin sprang at flint before the dwarf had time to recover from his lethal swing. he staggered backward, trying to regain his balance.

then tasslehoffs shrill voice rang out. "these scum will fight for anyone, tanis. throw them some dog meat once in a while and they're yours forev-"^*

"dog meat!" the goblin croaked and turned from flint in a rage^* "how about kender meat, you little squeaker!" the goblin flapped toward the apparently unarmed kender, its purplish red hands grasping for his neck. tas, without ever losing the innocent, childlike expression on his face, reached into his fleecy vest, whipped out a dagger^*, and threw it-all in one motion. the goblin clutched his chest and fell with a groan.

there was a sound of flapping feet as the remaining goblin fled. the battle was over.

tanis sheathed his sword, grimacing in disgust at the stinking bodies; the smell reminded him of rotting fish. flint wiped black goblin blood from his axe blade. tas stared mournfully at the body of the goblin he killed. it had fallen face-down, his dagger^* buried underneath.

"i'll get it for you," tanis offered, preparing to roll the body over.
"no." tas made a face. "i don't want it back. you can never get rid of the smell, you know."
tanis nodded. flint fastened his axe in its carrier again, and the three continued on down the path.

the lights of solace grew brighter as darkness deepened. the smell of the wood smoke on the chill night air brought thoughts of food and warmth-and safety. the companions hurried their steps. they did not speak for a long time, each hearing flint's words echo in his mind: goblins. in solace.

finally, however, the irrepressible kender giggled.
"besides," he said, "that dagger was flint's!" ^*

(nuitari - 20 Şubat 2002 00:47)

birlikte büyüdügüm kitap. simdilerde bu kitabi okumak yerine, bu kitap serisini okumak yerine keske klasikleri okusaydim diyorum ama yine de o zaman okunabilecek en iyi seydi sanirim..

velhasil dostlarim bu kitabin filmini, animasyon serisini cekmeye baslamis paramount studyolari..

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0825245/

adresinden gorulebilecek sekilde raistlin majere'yi kiefer sutherland altinayi lucy lawless seslendirecek imiş..tanis i de smallville de zengin piçi lex luthor u canlandiran keltoş arkadas seslendirecekmis.. bu animasyon icin saclarini bile uzatmis inanmazsiniz.. paralari ancak bu kadar ünlüye yetmis olsa da kiefer cidden sahane yakismis.. cidden.

(azuth - 4 Ağustos 2007 04:20)

kanal7 cizgifilmlerinden hallice olan bu animasyon filmin afis tasarimini da sizinti dergisi grafik servisinden bekliyorum,soyle oversaturatted,bes bin gamma'li bir afis,cuk oturur gibi duruyor.

(dream endless - 23 Ekim 2007 05:55)

frpydi mrpydi sevmem. suburbia isi ortasinif kacis edebiyatinin allahi olarak gorur, basit izah ve ahlakcilik mekanizmalarindan, power artifact cigliginden, sikko holivud yapimlarina garanti senaryo saglayicisi olmasindan igrendigim icin, hem yapimda emegi gecenlere, hem de yardim ve yataklik edenlere kafam girsin isterim (iyi manada). buraya kadar ki kisim, bu mukaddime, icinde esimin, yakin dostumun da oldugu frpperver kardeslerim entryi okusun, 99 senesinden beri sozlugu elinde tutan frp/metal mafyasi cok kotuyu bassin diye yazdim. simdi yalakalik yaparcasina suraya geciyorum ki sukela falan verin, karmam sey olsun, son anda guc yuzugunu takmis gibi iyi ve kotunun mucadelesine eklemleneyim, sahlanayim, dostlar alisveriste gorsun: bu filmin gelmesini 10-15 kusur sene beklemis olsam, sonrasinda da ilgili traileri gorsem 12 yuzlu zarlarimi, mcfairlane oyuncaklarimi yanlamasina yutarak intihar ederdim. o derece kotu, o derece pasin benice studyosu kalitesinde. acinizi paylasiyorum. ne diyor kenan evren? sevdiginiz seyden igreniyorum ama ondan yana kan aglamamaniz icin gerekirse anayasayi bile cignerim.

ek: yutub yorumlarini okudum da, size hersey mustehak arkadasim. ustune dreginlens yazsa, elin cucesinin, hokkabazinin bakkal alisveris listesini yayinlasa alacaksin.

"rossik (4 hours ago)

i didn like the "repeated draconians " effect. but i will buy the dvd for sure"

bir nevi repeated consumer effect.

(otisabi - 23 Ekim 2007 06:34)

bilimum dragonlance hayranı gibi "bu ne be?" diye bağırmak istedim. seslendirmeye gösterilen özenden anlıyoruz ki zaten filmi gözlerimiz kapalı izlememizi(?) beklemişler.

ancak şu da var ki 1991 çizgi film ayarında olması sabahım köründe beni duygulandırdı, üstelik de canım oturup bütün gün çizgifilm izlemek istedi, o ayrı mesele.
ama canlarım be, spongebob bile daha kaliteli animasyon olarak bundan yahu?

edit: arkadaşlarım paramount demiş ki:

" paramount also provided this statement to accompany the release:

"dragonlance fans -- we’re sorry that it has taken this long to get a trailer out. we had been waiting in hopes that we could show you the final trailer but unfortunately, due to unforeseen circumstances (i.e. key talent issues etc) we have not been able to cut the final trailer together and get 100% approval. ever since we showed this piece at gencon and dragoncon there has been a huge demand to see the trailer so we figured it’d be best to show you the rough version instead of having everyone wait even longer. we appreciate your patience. enjoy!""

neye enjoy allasen? sen yaptığın işe bakmamışsın ki!

(daughtear - 23 Ekim 2007 06:58)

trailerını gördükten sonra şunu söyleyebilirim ki, bir tek dileğim var yalan ol yeter...

(dalamar - 23 Ekim 2007 07:59)

amazon com'da on siparislere baslamis animasyonumsu. ilginin beklenenden az olmasi ve dvdlerin ellerinde patlamasi en büyük arzumdur.

(ankhubat - 13 Kasım 2007 05:09)

15

ejderha yüceefendisi.

matafleur'un çocukları.

tüylerim diken diken başlayıp "çocuklarım..." ile gözü yaşlı bitirdiğim, nefes nefese okuduğum bir savaşın ismi yukarıdaki.

elbette ki uyarlamalar kayıp verir, verdirtir; zorundadır. ama kitabın heyecanının zirvesi olması bir yana, tüm hikayenin zemininde yatan iç çekişmeler, ilişkiler ve bunlar gibi "insani" duygular olmadan ne yapabilirsiniz ki?

yapacağınız, beni ve daha niceleri frp ile tanıştırıp 50'ye yakın kitap okumaya iten bu kitabı, yıllar önce hbb'de yayınlanan sarışın çocuğun ok attığı ve kukuletalı şapşalın büyücü olduğu çizgifilmin devam filmi gibi bir şey yaparsınız.

kitabın ruhunu çıkarırsanız geriye çocuk hikayesi kalır.

hakikaten de tam çocuklar için yapmış olursunuz. kitabın anası sikilir mesela. nehiryeli'nin boyu tanis’e yakın olur, caramon-sturm ondan aha uzun olur vs... bir de oldukça hızlı işleyen bir hikayeniz olur. aradan çıkartılan karakterler ve aşırı bozulan hikaye akışı yüzünden bir takım saçmalıklar oluşur. ama nolcak canım? götünüzden sahne uydurursunuz olur biter!

doğrusu çizim konusunda "thundercats'in çizerleri emekli olup kuruyemişçi açmamışlar, bu boku çizmişler" gibi bir espri yapacaktım. ancak tas'ın boyunun bir karede tanis kadar, diğer karede flint kadar, sonunda ise ikisinden de kısa olduğunu ve nacizane tekboynuzun cüssesinin bir karede altınay'ın 3 katı olup diğer karede midilli kadar olduğunu hatırlaryıp sustum. durduk yere thundercats çizerlerine hakaret etmenin alemi yok!

allah var (ben bu filmden sonra artık paladine'a inanmıyorum) seslendirme müthiş. ooo müthiş de kelime mi? süper süper!

hani türk telekom reklamları için demişti adamın biri: "cem yılmaz'a o kadar para verdikten sonra telekomun prodüksüyona ayıracak parası kalmamış" diye. hatırlatmak istiyorum ama bunun para ile ilgisi de yok!

şerefsizim dedem çok daha güzel öksüyor. bizim raist'in hayatının sonuymuş gibi öksürmesi gerekirken, sanki adamın ossuruğu ağzından çıkıyor! bu işte sizin yıldızlarınız.

yıllar önce age of empires 2 çıktığında koşa koşa almıştık da bir gariplik vardı. görüntüler bir gidip bir geliyor, ünite grafikleri bir aoe 1 versiyonuna bir aoe 2 versiyonuna değişiyordu. çok kütüydü oyun tam bir hayal kırıklığı idi ama sonradan çıktı işin gerçeği ortaya. uyanık kopyacaılar oyunun betasını basıp dağıtmışlar; şerefsizler. sonradan yıllarca oynayıp turnuvalarını attık ama gerçeğinin. işte bu filmin de öyle olmasını umuyor ve izlediğim screener'ın bir "hata" olması için dua ediyorum.

aşık olup da aldatıldım, ama bu kadar büyük bir hüsrana uğramadım.

bu film, hayatımın hayal kırıklığı.

/cry

(komagene - 12 Ocak 2008 03:21)

animasyonun boktanlığı, hikayenin güzelliğini geride bırakmıştır. devamı da gelecek gibidir. moral bozmaya devam edecektir...

...........spoiler..........

yau kardesim fizban paladine biliyoruz da, bunu hemen bilmememiz gerekiyordu. kitapta her zaman fizbanın, fizbandan öte bir şey olduğunu sezip merak içinde kalırdık. kitabın en etkileyici kısımlarından biriydi. bir de bu yetmiyormuş gibi; filim mi artık her neyse? onun sonunda olaylara paladine olarak öyle bir müdahale ediş şekli var ki; senaryoyu ucuzlaştırmaktan başka bir şey yapmamış. resmen: "aman paramız da az, gerisini çekemezsek fizban açıkta kalmasın, paladine olduğunu da söyleyiverelim." zihniyeti. kitaba sadık kalınmaya çalışılsa da, müdahale edilen yerlerle kitap sikilip atılmış.
kan göstermekten bu kadar çekinmeyin kardeşim. çoluk çocuk izlicek diye ne etmişsiniz...

...........spoiler..........

kimi bilgisayar oyunlarda olduğu gibi, zamanında yapılamayınca, yapılan kısımlar teknolojinin gerisinde kalmış gitmiş. geciktikçe batmış. baktınız olmuyor belli, para yok, sıçtığınız da bariz; iyi niyetinizden şüphe etmiyorum ama el insaf, yapmayıverseydiniz keşke...

(guardian - 22 Ocak 2008 14:57)

kitabin fazla hizli bir ozeti olmus cizgi film.

animasyon falan diyemiyorum, elimizde dupeduz ucuz bir cizgi film var. ejderha ve ejderanlar 3d modellenmis ama 2d 3d kaynasmasi hic mi hic saglanamamis ne yazik ki. keske hepsini 3d yada 2d yapsalarmis.

tek sorunumuz bu olsa yine iyi. sturm, tanis ve flint disindaki karakterler cok basarisiz modellenmis. tika afedirsiniz ama gotum gibi. raistlin desen evlerden irak, o gozler ne oyle, hic mi kum saati gormediniz be abi? elflere ozellikle dikkat cekmek istiyorum, direkman sivri kulakli insan cizmisler, len azicik inceltseydiniz, zerafet katsaydiniz.

dedigim gibi film fazla hizli gittigi icin olaylar ancak ustun koru sekilde anlatilip geciyor. kitabi okumamis biri icin anlasilmasi pek zor olmayacaktir, ana hatlar belirgin ama filmi izleyerek kitabin derinligine inmek imkansiz.

bir baska buyuk handikap ise yine cizimlerde. raistlin'nin dalga gecen, kucumseyen bakislari, laurana'nin yuzundeki ask ifadesi gibi mimikle verilecek duygusal belirtimler yok. devamli olarak suratlar donuk donuk duruyor. sturm'un raistlin'e olan killigi disindaki grup arasi iliskiler pek verilememis. flint'in tas'e hissettigi kizginlikla karisik sevgi, raist'in iyi niyetli kardesi caramon'u tersleyip durmasi, fizban'in bunakligi yok gibi birsey. hele sonda kitapta carpik gulumsemesi ile kendine has bir guzelligi oldugu soylenen kitiara'yi carpik gulumsetecez diye cemcuk agizli yapmislar tam olmus. son bi sozum de ejderhalar icin, ejderler bir buyuyor bir kuculuyor. misal xak tsaroth'daki black dragon olmasi gerektigi gibi buyuk, ancak solace'a saldiran kirmizilar kus gibi len. hele dagin yanindan ucan suru olarak gosterildikleri sahnede resmen marti gibi takiliyorlar gencler. daha yazilacak cok sey var ama hepsi olumsuz, o yuzden devam etmek istemiyorum.

sonuc olarak fazla bisey beklemeden izledim, cok da sasirmadim. keske daha ozenli, daha duzgun bir is olsaydi. neyseki sinemalarda oynatip da lotr gibi birsey bekleyerek gidecek kitabi okumamis kitleleri seriden tiksindirtmediler. seriyi okumus insanlar icinse basarisizligi bastan kabul edilip kitabi hizlica bir hatirlamak icin izlenecek bir seyirlik var elimizde, otesi degil.

edit: yazmayi unutmusum, simdi ekleyeyim. fantastik cizgi film istiyorsaniz record of lodoss war izleyin, o cizim olarak bundan daha iyidir, ne de olsa bir anime kendisi. hikayesi de klise fantastik kurgudur, izlenir zevkle.

(jupiterianvibe - 25 Şubat 2008 06:22)

"en kötü kitaptan uyarlanmış animasyon filmi" diyecektim kendisi için, ama onu dahi diyemiyorum. hiçbirşey demek istemiyorum weis ve hickman ın anısına saygıda kusur etmemek adına.

(fizboz - 12 Mart 2008 22:11)

yil olmus 2008, fotorealistik animasyon filmleri, profesyonel studyolarin isleriyle boy olcusecek amator fan filmleri dort bir yandan saldiriyor. bu sartlarda karsimiza milyonlarca okuyucusu olan efsane bir serinin animasyon filmi diye cikara cikara bu cizgi filmi cikariyor bir grup muhterem yapimci. hayir cumleye "yil olmus 1975" diye baslamis olsam bir sorun yok da, 2008 yilinda bu ne cesarettir anlamis degilim.

icerigine gecmeden once deginmek gereken bir konu var; bir yazili eserin film haline getirilmis versiyonu neden izlenir bunu bir dusunelim. kitabin basi belli sonu belli, yani "dur bakalim acep noolcak" diye izlenmez genelde bu tip birebir uyarlamalar. yani kim yuzuklerin efendisi'nin filmlerini "lord sauron kesin gecirecek olm, doseyecek boruyu kralina da cucesine de" diyerek izlemis olabilir ki? (gerci cesit cesit insan var, bu beklentiyle izleyen de vardir elbet ama cok degildir) kitap yarim asir once yazilmis zaten, ustelik spoilerin babasini verip "kralin donusu" diye baslik atmis (evet kral donuyor sonunda, ne ilginc degil mi?). e o zaman neden izlenir bu tip yapimlar? bana gore cevabi basit: hep kafalarda canlandirilan olaylarin, kisilerin, mekanlarin karsiliklarini kanli canli gorebilmek, gorsel tecrube yasayabilmek icin. peki bu cizgi filmde ne yapmislar? goruntu namina hicbirsey yok (cidden saka gibi) ama unlu kisiler seslendiriyormus. seslendirme dinlemek isteyen audio book lari alir, oturur pasa pasa dinler. sen gorselligi tom ve jerry den bile daha dusuk tutarsan ne anladim o isten?

eger "kitaplari okumamis insanlar da izliyor" dersek, oyle bir yapim da degil, karakter altyapilari ve tanitimlari yok, cizgi film basliyor olaylar kitabi okumayan birinin anlamayacagi sekilde hizli gelisiyor ve bitiyor. seriye asina olmayan birilerinin anlamasi gercekten cok zor.

gorsellik cok kotu, ama oyle boyle degil gercekten cok kotunun de otesinde cok kotu. yapimcilarin bahanesi hazir; "doksanlarda yapimina basladiydik o yuzden oyle". yok kardesim boyle birsey, istersen isa'nin dogumundan once basla, para veren adam sonuca bakar. 2008 yilinda hayran kitlesinin onune he-man cizgi filminden on kat daha kotu cizimlerle cikmanin bahanesi olmaz. kaldi ki o tarihlerde bile cok daha kaliteli cizgi diziler vardi izlenebilecek. izleme zulmune katlananlarin hemen farkettigi ilk sey sahneler arasi tutarsizlik, karakterler bir buyuyor bir kuculuyor, renklerde bariz kaymalar oluyor, karakterler arka fondan tamamen bagimsiz sanki yapistirilmis gibi etkilesimsiz hareket ediyorlar. karakterler demisken, koskoca raistlin majere yi kutuk seklinde ve saka gibi gozlerle cizerek zaten belki de kazanim saglayacaklari tek noktayi da ziyan etmisler. o nasil raistlin lan oyle? elle cizdigin sey icin "produksiyon yetersizdi" bahanesine siginilir mi? oturup adam gibi cizseydin. uc boyutlu bolumler zaten tamamen butunden bagimsiz olarak araya serpistirilmis, tutarlilik diye birsey yok. seslendirmeler de oyle aman aman muthis degil, zaten muthis olsa ne yazar ekranda yetmislerin cizgi dizilerinden beter goruntuler varken. konuyu da acemi bir kasabin satirla hayvan kesmesi gibi yeteneksizce budamislar. bir de mesela tom ve jerry de bile karakterler oylesine iyi tanitilir ki gercek olmamalarina ragmen gercekmis gibi benimsenir film boyunca, bu ornekte ise kitapta gayet doygun bir altyapisi olan karakterleri film boyunca ozumsemek mumkun degil, birakin ozumsemeyi katlanmak bile zor. karakterlerin canlanmasi gibi bir nokta yok, izlediginiz sure boyunca kartondan kisiliklerle muhattap oldugunuzu her saniye hatirlatiyor.

beni en cok sasirtan sey ise, "ulan naaptiniz guzelim eserlerime bedhahlar?" diyecegini dusundugum yazarlardan hickman'in basarili bulup "bu bir baslangic" demesi oldu. ne baslangici guzel kardesim? millet lotr film serilerindeki gollum'un gercek mi cg mi oldugunu tartisirken boylesine berbat bir "animasyon"un nesini savunuyorsun? hayir bilinmeyen ve fazla hayrani olmayan bir kitap veya seri olsa anlayacagim da, lotr dan sonra belki den en cok bilinen fantezi kurgu serisinden bahsediyoruz. eger gercekten bu bir baslangicsa sonu nasil biter bilemiyorum, bilmek de istemiyorum. boylesine onemli bir seriden yapa yapa bu tanimsiz cizgili filmimsiyi yapani da destekleyeni de siddetle (doverek yani) kiniyorum.

peter jackson lotr da bazi degisiklikler yapti diye gece gunduz sovenlerin bu filmi izlemesini tavsiye ederim, muhtesem bir seriden olabilecek en kotu uyarlama nasil yapilir gormeleri acisindan ders olur kanaatindeyim. raistlin majere ye saygim olmasa daha da cok sey soylecektim ya, neyse. kitabi (ve serinin geri kalanlarini) mutlaka okuyun, ama bu cizgi filmi silah zoruyla bile olsa seyretmeyin. vereceginiz parayla da 2 cuval cekirdek alip citleyin, arada da "krynn" serisini oynayin (cok eski ama zevkli bilgisayar oyunlari) vallahi de daha cok eglenirsiniz billahi de daha cok eglenirsiniz (gecmedi hala sinirim).

ek: serinin hayrani olan gonullu amator cizer ve animasyon sanatcilarina birer wacom tablet verip arada da ekmek ve su gotursen bu sonuctan 100 kat daha iyi birsey ortaya cikarirlardi lan.

(lemre - 19 Temmuz 2008 08:19)

--- spoiler ---

.arrak gibi olmuş

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(mortifera - 2 Kasım 2008 16:34)

bütün seriyi bitirip yıllar sonra yeniden okunduğunda gözden yaş getiren kitap.

(dalamar - 2 Kasım 2008 20:08)

harikulade qualinesti tasvirleriyle insanlığımdan utandıran, "koskoca hüma bile önümde ejderha mızrağını bıraktı" diyerek yaran orman efendisi barındıran ufuk açıcı margaret weis ve tracy hickman kitabı. türkçe uyarlamasında bulunan ilahilerin bir gözden geçirilmesi fena olmaz, zira bir şeye benzememiş.

(acayip matematik bilen adam - 28 Ocak 2011 01:30)

kitabın türkçe çevirisinde gerçek tanrıları arayan elemanların sürekli inşallah, allahtan gibi kelimeleri kullanması yarmıştır. arkadaş kitabı okumadan mı çeviriyorsunuz diyecem de, okumadan çevirmek nasıl olur onu bilemiyorum. lan adamlar gerçek tanrıları arıyor be!!!

(bkz: paladine meğersem allahmış)

(nickiminkahyasi - 30 Ekim 2011 01:20)

animasyon olarak çıkardıkları filminin trailer'ını izleyerek güzelim kitabın içine ancak bu kadar sıçılabilir dedirtmiş şahane kitaptır.filmini tabii ki izlemedim izlemeyeceğim de.ancak kitapta bir o kadar müthiştir.

(bushido77 - 16 Nisan 2012 01:56)

hayatıma sturm brightblade ve raistlin majere'yi katmış harika dragonlance serisinin ilk kitabı.

kitap ne kadar güzelse animasyonu da en az o kadar kötüdür gerçekten. teknoloji almış başını gitmiş, böyle bir yolculuk hikayesinin harika sinema uyarlamaları yapılabilecekken neden böyle berbat bir projeye girişilmiş anlamanın imkanı yok.

(callmevalie - 16 Nisan 2012 02:04)

ilk okudugumdan bu yana 25 sene mi ne gecmis. tabi arada tekrar okudugum olmustu ama son okumamdan bu yana yine baya zaman gecti. tekrar okusam mi diye dusunurken pek de o kadar istekli olmadigimi anladim huzunlendim (en az 3 kere okudum seni iste daha napim bakma bana oyle!).. madem turkcesini alip yegenimi zehirleyim dedim! (dragonlance beni affetsin diye) koca ankarada bulamadim ya?

dnr'larda yok arkadas da mi ne yok dostun sitesinde arattim yok.. yani ankarada bir yerde turkcesini goren olursa haber etsin.

(nuitari - 25 Ocak 2015 22:43)

animasyon filmi yapılmakta olan kitaptır. yönetmenliğini will meugniot'ın yapmakta olduğu film 2007 sonbaharında izleyici ile buluşacakmış. kiefer sutherland raistlin majere'i , lucy lawless goldmoon'u, michael rosenbaum tanis half-elven'ı ve michelle trachtenberg tika waylan'ı seslendirecekmiş.

(poseidon delarren - 25 Temmuz 2006 02:31)