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| Vanir | May 18 2008, 09:30 AM Post #1 |
Who are you?
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Prologue It had been 8 years. 8 long years, since Gaban had seen his hometown of Harm’s Folly, felt the warm fire of The Club and Flagon Inn, seen the lush, inviting forests of the surrounding Heartlands. He longed to once again see the White-Gold Tower in the distance, smell the dust rising from the dry grasses in the plains. But most of all, he longed to see his friends. 8 years earlier, his friends had seperrated, to travel across the Empire, and see if the rumors of corruption throughout the Empire were true. The year was 3E, 563. The current day was 12th of Rain’s Hand. Gaban was returning home to meet his friends, or those that remained, at least. His mind hadn’t been able to rest since the first letter he received, telling of Itonaat's death at the hand of a band of the few remaining goblins. Since then, Gaban had received 2 more letters, telling him of the death of Cerdemo, At the hands of a vampire named Feiol, or the major wounding of Ojyay, leaving him insane. It wasn't fair! All Gaban had ever done was try to do the best for everyone, and he is rewarded with the deaths and incapacitations of his closest friends. Now only Cirilind, Cocius, and Gaban were left, the powerful mage, valiant warrior, and witty cleric. And for no reason! He had found no proof of corruption, although you could tell that something was going on in house Hlaalu, in Morrowind. Still, he had to keep his mind clear, he no doubt would run into bandits if he did not get to the inn in Harm's Folly. Gaban climbed on his horse and rode off. Chapter One “Fight, Fight, Fight!” The voices bounced off of the wooden walls of The Club and Flagon Inn, as a warrior wearing heavy plate armor, and a man wearing a brown, burlap robe fought, the warrior using an ornate steel long sword, and the robed man using a plain iron short sword. The robed man looked to be on the losing end, simply parrying at this point with a scared look on his face. The warrior sidestepped and swept the man’s legs out from underneath him with the flat of his blade. The man fell with a gasp and landed hard on his back. He began to groan, and the warrior stepped over to him, turned his sword over, raised it over his head, and plunged it to the ground. Thunk! The sword sliced into the wooden floor, cracking it open. “What?” the man said. “I thought you were going to kill me.” “No, I never had the intention. I believe I proved my point.” the warrior replied. “Now, anyone else want to argue? Or are you going to go back to your drinks?” The crowd all turned and walked back to their tables. They all glanced over at warrior, and whispered to whomever they were sitting with. “Humph. That ought to have attracted more attention, guards at least.” The warrior thought to himself. “However, I suppose I shouldn’t complain. I DO have no intention of being arrested.” The Inn door creaked open slowly, and a thin figure walked in. The figure slowly crept over to the bar, whispered to the bartender, and took a seat. The figure pulled off his hood, just as the bartender set down a large bottle. Cocius recognized him at once, and started to walk over to him. “Straight from Black Marsh, that is, sir. When shall you be paying?” the bartender asked with a greedy smile that practically stretched from ear to ear. The man pulled out a moneybag and thrust into the bartender’s hands. “Very well, sir.” The bartender said, as Cocius reached the man. “Gaban! Wonderful to see you!” Cocius shouted as he picked the man up and gave him a huge bear hug. “Mph. WemMeOwn! Gaban mumbled into Cocius’ chest. “What?” the big man replied. “Let you down? Oh, sorry, I’ve forgotten how weak you are.” He set Gaban down onto his barstool. “Weak?” Gaban asked. “I think you have forgotten something.” “Oh, come off it. You know I was joking.” “Yes, well, you are attracting a lot of attention. I heard some guards outside talking about a commotion in here. You’re lucky I can sweet talk people. With the help of my magic, of course.” “You always were a good one. I thought it was too quiet, so I had to make some noise. Anyway, have you seen Cirilind? He should be here by now.” Cocius whispered. “Nope, I thought he would be here by now.” Gaban whispered back. “But did you hear about-” “Cerdemo and Ojyay? Yes. I dealt with the filthy vampire, too. I thought it couldn’t get worse after Itonaat, but the days prove me wrong, in many cases.” “Sir?” The bartender asked. “A letter for you.” The bartender handed Gaban a piece of folded parchment. “Well? What is it?” Cocius asked anxiously. “It’s from Cirilind. He writes that he is staying in the Imperial City. He says that he’ll be here first thing tomorrow.” “Well, I guess there’s nothing to do but “rent” a room and wait for him.” “I believe I can help with that,” a hissing voice whispered. “And just who are you?” Gaban asked skeptically. “I am N’virr, son of S’virr, who is a boat master in Vvardenfell.” “You aren’t very secretive about what you are, are you? You can hear the lockpicks jingling in your pockets,” Cocius stated. “Oh, but that is the best part. No one cares anymore. Not since the Oblivion crisis.” “That was decades ago!” Gaban shouted. Everyone in the bar turned to stare. Cocius pulled out his sword and shouted, “Get back to your drinks! Or else!” Everyone looked away quickly. It seemed no one was interested in dying. N’virr continued. “That may be true, but what I say is also true. I’m offering this to you for one reason and one reason only. I need an adventure. My father had intended on me continuing his ferrying business, but I could not live with that lifestyle! Please, let me stay with you, at least just for a few days!” “Well, I doubt you’ll get an adventure with us. But you’re welcome to stay.” Gaban replied with a shrug. “Excellent! Follow me upstairs.” N’virr said in that same hissing voice. It's not done as you can tell. Feel free to comment, I'm just going to continue it by editing my first post. |
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| Sabian | May 18 2008, 10:11 AM Post #2 |
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Its excellent. The Prologue is some seriously good writing. 
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| Vanir | May 18 2008, 12:11 PM Post #3 |
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you mean chapter one is bad? |
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| QuixoteUgly | May 18 2008, 12:26 PM Post #4 |
Earl of Quests (and, y'know... stuff)
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| DJGamer | May 18 2008, 02:06 PM Post #5 |
Mad God
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You mean that Chapter One is so bad it molests young boys? -  Haven't read it myself so I wouldn't know. |
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| Vanir | May 18 2008, 03:52 PM Post #6 |
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I thought chapter one was better than the prologue, except that it had alot of dialogue. |
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| Sabian | May 18 2008, 09:00 PM Post #7 |
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Chapter one wasnt bad, the prologue was just way good. |
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| Vanir | May 18 2008, 09:10 PM Post #8 |
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Who are you?
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ah. okay. i'll try to make some changes in the following chapters. |
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| Sabian | May 18 2008, 09:15 PM Post #9 |
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Van, I made a rap about your non-alcoholic margarita comment on IS. Go check that shit out while its HOT. 
Edited by Sabian, May 18 2008, 09:16 PM.
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