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| Corrupted | August 4, 2010, 9:30 pm Post #1 |
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You know what to do I put my elbow on the counter, clearly bored out of my mind. There was many things to do, as I clenched the dirty towel. I waited, i was the "Waitor", or in my mind "waitress" but of course they didn't know that. My elvish ears caught a lot of attention as Winged Kingdom travelers entered the inn, and I just smiled at them. Five gold pieces a night, it was an average pay, and I was starting to decide wether or not to leave. I was welcomed very warmly, for I had connections to no one, but I wasn't sure if other loners would enjoy my company. I was already getting glares. My green hair, and silver and blue eye, and elvish ears frightened people, for elves were very violent these days, but I payed no mind. My golden earrings glistened and shook as I waited food to a table of drunk men. They were laughing, but when I served their food they became quiet. The leader, whispered to a few of his friends, and stood up. I just gave him a bored look. "What is an elf doing here?" He bellowed, making everyone turn to me. His hand grasped my shirt, his beady brown eyes trying to scare me. I was still bored. I slapped his hand, and he let me go surprised as I wiped my shirt. " I may be an elf, I may be a human, but for appearance sake, I like who I am. If you want to be practical here, I think you look like an Orc, or maybe an ogre, for you are quite bulgy and rude, but I see it spared you it's icky slimy skin. So please dear sir, I would like no trouble tonight, for your kind quite anger me with your stupid remarks, and your drunk ways." I talked very old, and my accent was definitely different, but I did not mind. Humans bored me, but even if they thought I looked like one, I wasn't actually an elf. This made the human mad. His face puffed up, his little "clan" stifling laughs. His face turned a bright red like a tomato, and I was starting to wonder if he was related to one also. Or maybe.. humans just looked like tomatoes naturally? This confused me as I pondered it, and I heard him come over with a punch. It was too slow, and felt like slow motion as it slowly moved toward my face. I grabbed it with my hand, and turned him over, his entire body hitting the ground, sinking maybe two feet into the floor. He moaned. " Violence is not necessary, for many are eating and having a good time. It is probably best you get out, before you are humiliated even more." Hurt and tired, the man ran out with his friends, gone just like than. The inn keeper thanked me and I just waved her off, going back to bed, carresing my earring. |
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| Matadamia | August 5, 2010, 12:46 am Post #2 |
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It is night-time now, and the ominous sound of an approaching storm begins to play in the grassy and vacant outskirts of the Winged Kingdom. Above, heavy black storm clouds take form (appearing from seemingly nowhere), and contrast with the vast and starless, pale blue sky. This weather is typical for this region of the planet, but inappropriate for any land claimed by the so-called “Angel people” of the Winged Kingdom. In reality, the only people who lived in this forsaken land had either been banished from the Utopist Kingdom of the Winged, were wanted criminals or simply people who have nowhere else to go; loners. The actual Kingdom (or, what is considered to be the real kingdom), is located at the top of the impossibly tall, large stretch of land not two feet away from the fields. Here, the grassy, mountainous terrain swiftly turns into dry, lifeless desert (with no real or plausible transition from the lush greenery to barren soil), just like the seemingly endless clay colored tower, itself. The people inside of its walls are saved from the impending downpour. It begins to rain. In the middle of the newly slushy fields, we see a cloaked figure with visibly wet bangs and a homemade nap-sack slung over his shoulder. The progressively harsh rain impedes his journey as he struggles to work his way up the slippery fields. He stops and falls to his knees; struggling to catch his breath. He looks back in the direction that he came from. The lone tower stands valiantly and dry only a mile away. Wet, and tired; he looks to the direction where he was originally heading. On the top of a small hill (also about a mile away), sits what looks like a quaint little building, offering warmth and shelter from the rain, but also; something else? The figure stands once again, and proceeds to head up the hill. Earnestly; he uses all of his strength to defy the powerful gusts of wind that try to push him back, to ignore the mind-numbing pain of the razor sharp rain-drops falling down on him from a malicious and unforgiving sky; the coldness..... He pushes himself until he finally gets there. Wearily, the hooded figure raises his head; platinum blond bangs obstructing his view. He reaches his cold, pale hands up and tentatively wipes the damp, offending hair to either side of his head; revealing a beautiful, but sickly face and tired, golden eyes. "The Inn," he reads the sign above the door aloud; his quiet and boyish voice roughened by the scratchiness of his throat. ’Ah; so, it was an inn?’ He reaches his head back (face feeling oddly warm), closes his eyes, and allows the full weight of the rain cool down his hot, pink face. His hood falls away from him, but the oblivious boy only closes his eyes and smiles; the first truly sincere smile to grace his face in a long time. Trying to permanently engrave this moment into his mind, the lovely-faced adolescent allows himself to absorb every detail around him; the harsh drumming of rain on the metal roof above, the smell of his own wet hair, and cooked meat being emitted from the doorway (where he stood), and the overwhelming, unfamiliar sense of accomplishment. His eyes open again. Thomas had never felt like this before. He tries to take in the sight once more; this time, memorizing every detail. Thomas feels warm all over his body; a little more so than he would like, actually. At first, he had liked the warmness (found it...comforting, even), but now, Thomas felt as though he was being suffocated by it. Regardless of the smothering warmth, the runaway still tried to (almost in defiance of that feeling) take everything in. Squinting his eyes, Thomas notices a small window above the sign of the door, and wonders vaguely if it belonged to anyone before losing consciousness and falling to the ground. Splash. |
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| Corrupted | August 5, 2010, 1:58 am Post #3 |
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I sleep, not really but in a way, I'm awake but watch dreams dance across my room. Dragons and princesses, gorry zombies, blood, blood, and.... I wake myself up, disgusting myself with what I dream about. I hear footsteps outside our Inn, or the Inn I apparently work in, and my ears turn to the sound of a boy, maybe around my age in appearance or so. I didn't really care and I was about to put my face in the pillow, when the splash wakened me from the irritation of the night. I opened my door, smelling the food and beer from the main room, and the mostly men and travelers. I looked over to the Inn keeper, busy with work, sweat on her face, the people looking undisturbed. i was the only one who heard. Why? I did not know, but maybe because of my great hearing. The rain pelted the windows, making me feel a bit worried for this stranger. I opened the door. There he was. The stranger, sprawled on the floor in front of our Inn. He looked like the prince, and his blonde hair proved it. I tilted my head, wondering if I should help him and decided it was best if someone else didn't first for he didn't really have a good disguise, being the smallest prince alive, with fair hair and skin. I did too, but I was 5'9, small for a boy, but tall for a girl. I picked him up effortlessly and put on his hood. I walked in so quick, no one knew I was there. Only the puddle at the front door left questions. I ran up the stairs to my room, and put the prince on my borrowed bed. I tilted my head agin before getting him some clothes in the dresser. I had many boy ones, for I did not like the dresses girls usually wore. I than undressed him, not really caring for human bodies, and put on his new clothes and folded his wet clothes next to the bed. I put all my blankets on him, and put his head on the pillow. He was alive, his breaths deep. I smiled at how cute he was, for he was small and frail, but had a strong spirit inside of him somewhere waiting to come out. He was going to get a huge growth spurt once he found it. Maybe I will accompany him on his runaway journey. I decided it was best to protect the prince. I sat down next to my bed and rested my head on the mattress, sitting on the floor, and started my waking dreams once agin, being fully awake if he woke up. |
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| Matadamia | August 5, 2010, 8:12 pm Post #4 |
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Thomas’s fevered face quivered slightly in his sleep. He lets out a quiet, but painful whimper. His sick and frail body was not accustomed to such abuse. The young prince had rarely even left the confines of his room, let alone the Royal Castle. It was the first time he had even seen the rain (for rain doesn’t fall in the Winged Kingdom; it would destroy the image.) Thomas had thought that the harsh weather was a punishment for leaving, and had momentarily wondered if he should turn back…but, to what? His death. Really, it probably would have been the death of him; being all alone in his tower. He wanted to take a chance at something new; to be with people. He wanted to become stronger, better; a new and improved him. He wanted….friendship. A pale hand squeezes the bed sheet painfully. It was irony…or, maybe even fate that he would become like this; weak and unable to move forward (although, Thomas didn’t really have a clear sense of “where” he was. Too sick, and too busy drowning himself in a pool of his own misery; he couldn’t even give it much thought.) What was this? Thomas coughed miserably in his sleep, and unconsciously snuggled into the warmth that had been placed upon him. |
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| Corrupted | August 6, 2010, 7:06 am Post #5 |
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The boy scared me out of my waking dreams. The Prince looked like he had never fought or walked a day in his life. His body was very unaccustomed to even the bed that seemed soft to me. His body would shake or tremble every once in a while, and it would make me tremble as well. This boy had potential, a strong spirit in there, and I knew he just had to find it. He looked doubtful of himself, looked like he had been solitude for a long time, and I could reason with that. I wanted to protect this boy, this frail pale boy, who looked like he couldn't last a day. The Prince must have ran away for a reason. Maybe he needed to get away from the rules. Maybe he was tired of being treated like a pet. I didn't really put much thought into it, but he had to have left his cushioned life for some reason. She hated being alone as well, being taken advantage of. That is why she barely got close to anyone, built relationships. But she had to protect this frail prince, for the country would rain blood if he was killed by anything. Blaming other countries for the accident. I hated wars, and I also hated the stupidity of royalty. I watched as his white hand clutched the bed, scared, or maybe pained. I stared at it, in full interest. I never really cared enough to watch someone in pain before so I didn't know what he felt. He must be cold. That was it. I sat on the bed next to him, feeling the ripples in the bed go down and up. Squeak squeak. The mattress was old. I put my hot hand on his forehead and petted it softly, calming him down. "It's ok." I murmured trying to be comforting. "You are going to be ok." I got up and added another blanket to him, before laying down next to him, but not under the covers, just next to him to warm him up. He was freezing. |
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| Matadamia | August 6, 2010, 9:31 am Post #6 |
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"It's ok." A golden streak of morning sun-light appears from a nearby window; illuminating the sleeping prince's face. Almost as if in response; he begins to stir, and his eyes open slightly. "You are going to be ok." It was morning now and the sun had just barely risen from it's place behind the eastern mountains. The native birds (that had returned from their hiding place) fillied the air with a melodic chirping. The same sky that had, just that last night, terrorized the fields below it with a tremendous rainstorm, was now a beautiful, light, apologetic blue color(with no cloud in sight.) Truly; it was a perfect day. Although still a bit feverish, Thomas now had the presence of mind to raise his arm, and shield his eyes from the light. Memories of his time spent unconsious fade as he tries to sit up; he stiffles a yawn. (Becoming more aware,) Thomas regards the blankets in his hand thoughtfully and begins to wonder vaugely about their origin. He looks around the room through half-lidded eyes; a little too quickly to notice any real detail about the tiny room. Before he can even begin to ponder in depth about his current location (as well as other, reasonable questions that someone in his position would think of. 'How did I get here?' 'Why am I here?' 'Who....?') it comes to his attention that there is an unusual presence next to him. Quite shoked; Thomas jumps up and falls off of the bed in a rather comical fashion. (A rather unmanly "wahh!" escaping his lips as his body falls onto the floor below.) |
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| ravenroses | August 6, 2010, 4:10 pm Post #7 |
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I had been a long evening. Finley had been out in the fields looking for something interesting to happen. She managed to kill something but it wasn't satisfying enough. Making her way back home with the sun slowly rising behind her. She could taste that rising sun on the back of her tongue. It was a terrible bitter taste. She spit once trying to clear it out. That wasn't happening any time soon. Her home loomed over her. She learned to hate this place. She opened the front door since the others seemed to have passed out at their post. Finley threw her jacket on top of one of them. He didn't even move when the heavy leather hit him. For some reason, that angered her. She kicked the edge of his seat and sent him tumbling to the floor. Suddenly she was feeling better. The man gathered himself quickly and bowed to her. "You better bow," she mumbled. Through the main hall and up the stairs, she made her way to her room. A window had been left open. It took everything inside of her not to rage and throw things at the wall or out the window. Instead, she slammed it closed and threw the curtain over it. Mornings were the worst and her evening hadn't been great. Now Finley was really annoyed and a lot less tired. She would probably end up leaving again before the sun hit high noon. |
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| Corrupted | August 6, 2010, 4:24 pm Post #8 |
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I already noticed when the boy woke up. The sun was beautiful, and it highlighted the raindrops on the window from last night. It had been a rough and noisy storm, that storm, and if I could I would've eaten it so it could shut up itself and my stomach. *Rumble* I sighed and held it, for I hadn't eaten in about three weeks. The birds outside my window seemed inviting, but when the boy started moving I was on guard. The Prince looks around, probably half asleep, and doesn't notice me for a while. But when he does, he jumps, scared out of his wits, and falls on the floor. Yah if I was a guy I guess I would jump if I saw a guy sleeping next to me. But I'm not really a guy...My eyes went half open, and I was disinterested. I played with my gold earring before going to see if the prince was ok. He was, kind of. His body was sprawled on the floor, and his eyes were shock full. I couldn't help but laugh, the sound rippling through the room and bouncing of the walls. My laugh sounded like bells, just like my voice, and it sounded like birds chirping as well. I loved my laugh. I looked to him again, and sighed, before I picked him up and put him on the bed. "You don't have to be that scared Dear Prince, for the night was rough, and your body was cold, so I decided it was best for me to see you, than someone else for your disguise is pitiful. I put you in my bed, knowing fully well you probably ran away, and don't have any idea how to take care of yourself. So may I ask, Dear Prince, may I join you on your journey? I would like to protect you, for I see potential in you, and this country will rain blood if you die." I waited for his response. Edited by Corrupted, August 6, 2010, 4:24 pm.
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| Matadamia | August 6, 2010, 6:19 pm Post #9 |
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A cute, pink blush returned to Thomas’s cheeks as he tried to process this new (confusing) information. He moves his head around (examining the room, the bed where he lay, the window, his clothes….[‘Wait; what?? Where are my clothes?!’]); his shaggy bangs obscuring the view of his eyes. With one hand griping the collar his tunic; his sight finally lands on the [presumably] male in front of him. The Prince was a little astonished to see someone like [him]. He spoke in a very proper, although, somewhat dated fashion (a way that he, as the Prince, was used to hearing; just not directed at him. In fact, it had come to his attention that people tended to stay away from him; like some kind of fluffy livestock of another, darker color. This was probably the first time in, god-knows how long, someone was actually speaking to him and not just at him. In retrospect; this interaction probably could have been considered a milestone in his journey, if Thomas had actually spoken and not just sat there; mouth gaping like an idiot. Oh; Thomas. What would you do if a fly got in?). While Thomas observes curiously the [fairly pretty] boy’s odd jewelry on his pointy ears (as well as his outrageous green hair); it suddenly occurs to him: “You....,” the prince asks shyly; his head returning to its natural position of 'down'. "You're not going to turn me in?" |
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| Everlasting Nirvana | August 7, 2010, 2:29 am Post #10 |
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Tyrin had grown bored of the castle and this town he wanted to get out. He quickly made his way down to the armory no one noticing him go in. When he was in and the door shut he quickly donned his Black armor with the crest of the Night Kingdom inlaid in gold on the right shoulder guard. He went over to a wall and pressed one side causing the wall to swing open. Inside was a collection of swords. Each ruler of the kingdom had a specially crafted sword made for him. His sword was very special to him and it was a one of a kind. It was crafted from a mixture of steel and obsidian making the blade unbreakable. His swords name was Kliensop which in the old laungage used by the courts mean Night Warrior. His sword had a diamond inlaid in the pommel and if you looked down into it you could see a dragon. He grabbed the blade and the sheath for it and donned the sword on his back. He closed the wall and went to a secret passage he himself had created it led to the outer wall were he very specifically had the guard laid out sparcly. He grabbed a torch and lit it before entering and closing the passage behind him. It would usually be a half hours journey but he was in a hurry today so it took him close to ten minutes to get to the outer wall. He carefully opened the outside entrance peeking up and the wall to see if any guards were near. He saw that no one was near and he quickly struck out closing the entrance behind him. When he was a good thousand paces away he heard a guard shout but he was far enough away that he could not have noticed him. He quickly made his way to the forest drawing his blade. This forest was known for bandits and they could ambush him at any turn. He continued through the forest to a clearing where he had left his horse the day before along with a pack of supplies. He got on his horse and road through the forest angeling himself towards the Wingdom Kingdom towards and inn he had frequented during his youth.
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| Corrupted | August 7, 2010, 3:09 am Post #11 |
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The boy was amusing to me. The way he moved, the way he talked, his expressions. The way he explained things, saw things, his reactions. They interested me, made me have a faint smile. I never have gotten close to a human before. Or, really gotten close to anyone before. Now that I think about it, if he is the Prince, wouldn't he be winged? The question lingered in my mind. The Prince was ashamed, maybe scared. His mouth was very open, it dropped to the floor. Almost literally. It made me laugh almost but I keep tit in, not wanting to sound too feminine. I wouldn't want to scare him more. I watched as the Prince couldn't help himself, as he looked from my earring, to my appearance, to my hair. No one could really not pay attention to me. I was abnormal. My hand found it's way to my golden earring again, the design a flame. "You..." The Prince's head went down, sad, upset, not wanting to go back. "Your not going to turn me in?" This time I actually laughed. " No dear prince, I wouldn't even want to by the sliver. Just by the looks of you it looks like you haven't been out of that castle since the first day you lived there. I know the feeling of solitary, and I know the feeling of being alone. I believe it is unfair to put you back in that jail, for my life has almost been like yours. But as I said, may I join you in your runaway dear prince? I am almost done with collecting money from the Inn, my job, and will be able to leave in about two days. You can wait that long right? " I smiled faintly. Edited by Corrupted, August 7, 2010, 3:21 am.
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| Matadamia | August 7, 2010, 4:43 am Post #12 |
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Thomas looked up; extremely taken off guard. How could he have known all of that?? Was it really that obvious ...? The young prince groans and falls exasperatedly onto the bed; covering his face with a nearby pillow. He really should have planed this out more....Thomas should do well to avoid any kind of spontaneous activities (although, the thought had occurred to him before; many times in fact. Had he....had he planned this? It was far too easy to escape... Maybe they had let him? He really was useless; there was no need to keep him around.) Through the self-made aura of pity surrounding Thomas's head (before he can continue on his train of thought); a realization works its way in. [Insert lightbulb reference here.] Did he....say he wanted to come with me? His heart skips a beat, and he feels the heat returning to his face ( Thomas; I thought your fever was gone already?) "......" 'Why?' he almost asks. Thomas frowns; a muffled "ok" escaping his lips. Edited by Matadamia, August 7, 2010, 5:01 am.
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| Corrupted | August 7, 2010, 5:02 am Post #13 |
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I was now upset. He seemed upset. I wasn't sure, not really sure, but he didn't seem happy I asked. Huh. " I don't have to come with you if you don't want Dear Prince, for you do have a right, but I just thought you needed the protection and company. Plus, if your kingdom does come after you, I'll help you fight them off. Plus, to even up the secret I found about you, I'll tell you one of my hundreds." I caressed my golden earring. "Let's see which one..Oh yes, I suppose this one would help. I... used to be a royal. So i totally understand this kind of crap, and I hope we can somehow bond. " I laughed and ruffled his hair, a thing I've seen humans do. My eyes looked over him playfully. " You really are cute you know, and I am quite tired of formal talk dear prince. May I have permission not to do so? Also, f you don't mind, I can teach you some training moves just for self defense if somehow I can't defeat all your enemies.. which is pretty unlikely but you never know..." I laughed again. " It's ok if you don't want to.." I lowered my eyes in almost pain. " I usually travel alone anyway. " Edited by Corrupted, August 7, 2010, 5:42 am.
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| Everlasting Nirvana | August 7, 2010, 5:10 am Post #14 |
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As he was riding he began to think back to all the times his mother had taken him to the inn. He then began to think of his mother. She had been an out cast from the Winged Kingdom and she had made her way to the Night kingdom his father had found her dying at the gates to his castle with strange cuts on her back. It had turned out that when she was banned from the kingdom they had cut her wings off and left her to die. The only people that knew of this was the king and him. He felt he should tell his sister but every time he tried to he just couldnt find the right words to say. When his father left his mother grew depressed her children were her life but she needed his father there to comfort her. A few years after he left she hung her self in her room since then the royal chamber has been left empty. He was interupted from his thoughts when he was thrown off his horse. He quickly looked around searching for danger. He noticed his horse a few paces away its feet bound by a rope attached to three small steel spheres. He alert went up as he quickly searched for the attacker. There is the tree what was that. A figure quickly jumped down from a branch landing in front of him. The figure drew a red blade and pointed it at him. A bandit he thought he swung he blade striking the bandits blade and cutting right through it. He then kicked the bandit in the chest causing him to fall. He slowly walked up to the bandit point the sword at his neck. Now you have one chance to run away if you do not run this day will be your last. With that he sheathed his sword and walked over ot his horse untying its legs when he turned around the bandit was no where to be seen. He remounted his horse and set off at a gallop watching the trees for any more bandits. |
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| Matadamia | August 7, 2010, 6:05 am Post #15 |
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Thomas jolted up. That was completely not what he had meant to do. He shakes his head vigorously from side to side (shaggy blond hair moving uncontrollably in all directions) and made an unintelligible "mm" sound; meant to be taken as a "no". "I-It's fine," Thomas said lowly; totally not used to these types of situations, "You....you can come." He looked down again, a little embarrassed. Why did this guy want to come? Was it really only because he was the prince? It's not as if there was anything in it for him.... Maybe he was just a spontaneous sort of person? Maybe, he was the type of person who took risks; who liked adventures? A person....very unlike himself.... "It's just that..." Thomas started again, "I don't really know where I'm going...." |
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I sighed a sigh of pure relief. "Good..." I smiled weakly at him before continuing. " Thanks. Oh I never know where I'm going ever ether, you just walk...and walk..and walk.." My eyes half closed in disinterest. "Well you get the point. But I can't wait. " I smiled, caressing my earring again. The flame shined a bit, and I turned toward the window. "someone's coming from the forest. What do you think Prince? should we meet him, or run?" I looked to the PRince, letting him be a charge of things, for he needed practice. I looked to the forest again. This guy seemed strong. But not quite strong enough. I chuckled. |
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| Everlasting Nirvana | August 7, 2010, 6:38 am Post #17 |
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He knew someone was watching him maybe it was his uncle the owner of the inn or maybe it was another bandit waiting at the edge of the forest. All of a sudden his keen ears picked up the sound of a bow being drawn. He turn just in time to catch the arrow. He quickly leapt of his horse as what seemed like hundred of bandits came at him. He noticed the bandit from before leading the charge and he smirked. It looks like this will be your last day after all. He said as he quickly cut through the bandits sparce causing him to fall to the ground dead. He quickly dispacthed four more in the same fashion. turning around he quickly caught the blade of another bandit cutting off his arm and then decapitating him. He then thrust his blade into the ground grabbing up two of the fallen bandits swords he made quick work of ten more bandits. The bandits stood still waiting for his move. Before he could make one a huge hulking man came forth from the bandits. Father! Why are you fighting along side of the bandits? His father didnt answer him he just lunged at him with a massive sword. He quickly used the two swords to block, but the force of the impact shattered the blades knocking him back to the ground. He quickly got to his feet and grabbed his sword out of the ground and turned to face his father. You are the reason mother is dead you broke her heart when you did not return we all thought you died he yelled at his father in anger. He quickly slashed at his father thier two swords colliding. He then grabbed the hilt of his fathers sword then he swept his foot under his fathers making him fall losing his grip on the blade. He then brought both blades down to his fathers neck crossed in the executioners style. Im sorry father but what you have done is inexcusable now you answer for your crime against our Kingdom. With that he decapitated his father turning his attention to the bandits who were quickly approaching. |
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| Corrupted | August 7, 2010, 7:11 am Post #18 |
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"Ill be right back.." I muttered, jumping out the window. The guy needed help. Too many bandits. Sure, he would be too proud to admit it, but I don't want to listen to a death. " Fire my servant and friend I call you in this moment of truth come to me. " I felt my golden flame earring burn, and I felt the warmth in my fingertips. In this form, it would still be pretty strong. I saw the bandits, the man. I payed no attention to the man, but looked at twenty of the bandits, and set them on flame, killing them quickly, roasting them. I could smell their stench and I scrunched up my nose. "Be more careful sir. You should've taken the longer path. " I glared at more bandits and killed another exact twenty. "Pitiful humans." I muttered caressing my earring. |
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| Everlasting Nirvana | August 7, 2010, 7:27 am Post #19 |
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He saw the bandits catch flame and muttured to himself Why do people feel the need to itervene in my fight. As the bandits were being burned alive they continued to charge towards him with both his and his fathers sword in hand he deftly cut through the burning bandits. Watching the burning bodies fall to the ground he quickly looked up at the ones not on fire. There were about one hundred of the remaining. He smirked childs play he quickly dispatched another twenty bandits felling two at a time. He then charged into a group of bandits twirling around in place he took out another thirty. The remaining bandits tried to flee past him. He took the swords and extended his arms. He had about a twenty feet kill radius and as the bandits drew near he quickly sliced his muscles rippling as the blade began to tear through the flesh of dozens of bandits. Soon all that remained were him and the mysterious person who set the bandits ablaze. He looked at her crossing his swords ready for her attack. Was he friendly or was he just trying to give him a false sense of security so he could kill him. He quickly thought this his eyes watching her every move. |
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| Corrupted | August 7, 2010, 7:56 am Post #20 |
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"Woah that was cool." I said out loud, watching his dispatch bandits. I wondered many things about the guy, but didn't do nothing about it. The guy was cautious around me, as all people are, if not my appearance than when I fought. "You don't have to be so cautious. If I wanted to kill you I would've waited till the bandits finished you off and than ate you.. But that's another story." I waved it off. "But it seems like your ok so I'll take my leave..I laughed. "Oh yah." I winked. "Don't tell anyone I'm a girl." I said, putting the 'shhh' sign over my face and disappearing. I went over and jumped into the window, landing on the bed and falling off. "Ow." I said rubbing my behind. "Hi again!!" I looked to the prince as my earring cooled down. |
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| Matadamia | August 7, 2010, 7:57 am Post #21 |
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Thomas leaned out the window; his left eyebrow twitching nervously. He had left him. ("....") He had been abandoned. --------- Before he could even reason what to do, the green haired adolesence was back at his side, once again. Thomas looked over to him; mouth gaping. Edited by Matadamia, August 7, 2010, 8:32 am.
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| Corrupted | August 7, 2010, 8:06 am Post #22 |
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( you need to edit youngster )
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| Everlasting Nirvana | August 7, 2010, 8:09 am Post #23 |
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He sheathed Kliensop and quickly found his fathers body and took the sheath from the corpse also putting it on his back and sheathing it. He hadnt given the girl a second thought since she left but she seemed to be in the inn he was going to so he hopped back on his horse and started at a slow trot towards the inn. Examining his body he saw that he hadnt sustained one cut and as always he hadnt broken a sweat. Those long hours training the fields had done him good he was no longer the weak child he had been when his father had left. The thought now dawned on him that he was the new King and no longer the regent. He pondered over this the last few minutes of his trip to the inn when he got there he hitched his horse up front and walked inside. He searched around for his uncle spotting him quickly. He quickly walked up to him and gave him a hug. My mother is dead i dont know if the word had traveled to you yet, and I just killed father he had turned treacherous and started a group of bandits. Uncle could you please get me tankard of ale and a plate of food please. He handed his uncle five gold coins well over what the price of the meal would have costed. |
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| Corrupted | August 7, 2010, 4:25 pm Post #24 |
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-writers block :((- I laughed at Princey. "May I ask your name? I don't really want to keep calling you 'Prince'. Do you want to leave now?" |
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| ravenroses | August 7, 2010, 8:59 pm Post #25 |
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Finley wound up laying down for a short time. She was more tired than she thought. Everything inside of her was suddenly heavy. With her head on her pillow, she rested her eyes. In that time, she had a terrible dream about the sun and peace. She woke up feeling worse than when she had laid down. She pushed herself off the bed. Her clothes were wrinkled and somehow she managed to take the short nap with her boots on. She shook herself out. The sun shone through a slit in the curtains. She couldn't help but hiss at it. Finley was getting restless and would have to leave soon. Back downstairs she studied the stone that made up the main hall. It was chipped in places and looked old. She put a hand against it. A wave of hunger hit her. The bloodlust rose a little. She growled again. If there was anything in the kingdom, it was probably old and bottled. Grabbing a cloak off the wall she wrapped herself in it. She put the hood up and walked out the front door. She glared at the ground to avoid the sun light. The trip would be long enough but it would be worth the treat when she got there. |
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