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Post by Abaddon on Nov 5, 2006 17:17:41 GMT -5
Maelin was born into a small village in Valenwood. He hung about, climbing trees and practicing archery until the age of nine. A band of a dozen Nords have slashed and burned the trees and quickly overuled the small village of only eighteen. The Nords ordered a tribute to them in food and housing and most families complied. However, The Straightarrow clan bitterly complied. After four years of this tribute. The Straightarrows refused the tax. The Nords' retribution was horrific.
They stomped into the house wielding axes and maces. Maelin crawled under his cot and stayed quiet. He heard his five year sister scream and a he heard a savage crunch and she was silent. He saw their boots. They were coated in blood. Next he heard his parents meet their demise. He heard their bones cracked and their skin tear. Tears formed in Maelin's eyes. he crawled out from under his cot and looked at his sister. Then he vomited. They had cut his sister in half. He went to his parent's room. He rolled over and cried. They had severed his mother's head and his father had been stabbed in the heart until Maelin could see through the hole.
He walked out, wiped his eyes, and made an oath.
He would never cry again. He would avenge clan. He would kill the nords by any means neccesary.
A}Keep writing
b}Stop you loser
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Post by Maliku on Nov 6, 2006 22:45:44 GMT -5
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I like it so far.
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Post by me on Nov 6, 2006 22:46:44 GMT -5
wait shouldn't this be under Oblivion stories....either way I like it...
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Post by Dagothkitty on Nov 12, 2006 16:44:28 GMT -5
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or cyoa's.....
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Post by me on Nov 12, 2006 16:53:41 GMT -5
no I think hes just asing us if we want him to continue...not giving us a series of choices each time....
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Post by Dagothkitty on Nov 12, 2006 17:49:17 GMT -5
we shall see.
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Post by Raistlin on Nov 14, 2006 15:18:58 GMT -5
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mos def. lol severed in half.
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Post by Abaddon on Nov 27, 2006 22:42:23 GMT -5
Before Maelin could do anything however, he needed training. He had none with the bow. He had not yet come of age and only his clan could train him and since his kin had been brutally murdered he needed another way.
"I could contact the dark brotherhood." He thought out loud.He thought it over.
Fine. He would gather the materials for the ritual tommorrow. Until then, he would think. He would think of ways to defeat his foes using cunning, ver the course of the week, he gathered materials.
The topstalk was easy enough. Wood elves could climb trees at the tender age of six. The Underburrow wasn't as easy but still undifficult. He dug through an unoccupied hole until he found this uncommon root. The last two ingredients were difficult. The blood of a foe and Nightshade. He knew where to get nightshade. It grew in dark places. But the blood of a foe? He would worry about it later. He made his way to Redwater Cave. A cave just outside his village. Before stepping into the maw of the cave. He uncovered a dagger buried in the dirt. He brandished it, not bothering to clean it. He walked cautiously into the cave, dagger pointed away from him. He bent over a picked up a handful of Nightshade. "I hope this is enough" Maelin thought
A bat flew at his face, clawing his features. Maelin slashed blindly with the dagger until the clawing stopped. The bat was dead and its blood had washed he dagger clean. He was blinded by the blood that was oozing out his forehead and cheeks. He felt for the wall and felt along the cave wall till he could feel the sun's rays on his face.
He dropped to his knees and clawed his way to a stream he could hear about a yard away. He drank the cool water and splashed some on his face. He looked at his reflection. It was cut up, but the bleeding had stopped. He was going to wash the dagger. But he had an idea. Maelin rushed home with dagger in hand and nightshade in the other. He sat in his room. Pouring the ingredients over the dirt floor. He chanted "Take the blood of foe and please help me, come Assassin i summon thee! {OOC: Kinda corny but i didn't wanna waste time thinking of rhymes}
There was a flash of black smoke and a voice said in a Whisper "What do you need?"
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Post by me on Nov 27, 2006 22:54:42 GMT -5
hmm this shall be intresting
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Post by Raistlin on Nov 28, 2006 19:32:17 GMT -5
ohhh.... interesting. I like it. Keep writing.
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Post by uesugi on Nov 29, 2006 22:26:42 GMT -5
I agree. This is a lot more interesting than I thought it would be. *eagerly waits on a stool for more*
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Post by Abaddon on Nov 30, 2006 21:42:43 GMT -5
OOC: From now on, I'm gonna name segments.
Chapter 3: Drunk and Disorderly
{Sundas, One week ago.}
Fafnir, Balvir, Gnorm, and Faldin were all at a stream scrubbing furiously at the their bloodstained armor and weapons.
Balvir said: "We are going to hell in a handbasket for this one. Fafnir, this was your idea, how are we gonna solve this problem"
Fafnir, the leader said " Shut your trap Balvir, you're the one who severed the woman's head. If i didn't know you better I'd say you're goin soft. "
Balvir stood up, longsword raised. Fafnir did the same. Faldin stood up. someone had to intervene before they had more blood to clean. Faldin said "Both of you, sit down. Neither of you are sober and i think Gnorm just passed out."
It was possible. Gnorm hadn't moved for five minutes. Fafnir poked him in the ribs. He fell backwards onto his back.
The Nords chuckled.
Fafnir said suddenly in a serious tone. " The problem has resolved itself. We made an example of that family."
The Nords laughed again.
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Post by Abaddon on Dec 2, 2006 0:14:28 GMT -5
The voice whispered "Name your mark and price.
The smoke cleared, revealing a man in a dark cloak . He stood in the doorway. The man was tall and old. His long beard was white as snow and it was three feet long. He had a emotionless face and his hood was up. The cloak went down to his ankles. Where black leather shoes lurked. His hand were at his sides and a dagger was at his hip.
Maelin was startled the assassin had been summoned so quickly.
He stammered "I- I want training, sir" {OOC: ZOMG PLOT TWIST!}
The Man looked at him in disbelief. He quickly regained his composure.
"Training, Why would someone your age want to be an assassin?"He was almost amused.
"Retribution,sir. I made an oath to avenge my family, my clan.I swore to kill anyone that stood in my way." His voice was level, but there was a great deal of emotion behind it.
"Don't let me stand in your way." The man actuallysmiled
He cleared a way so Maelin could walk past. He reached into his cloak and pulled out a scroll. He tossed it as if he had no care for it. Maelin caught it.
The man said "Follow the directions on that scroll."
The man once again reached into his cloak and pulled out four balls the size of chicken eggs. He threw on the ground and a smokescreen was projected into the air.
He opened the scroll.
The note said this:
Go north from your village until you hit the coast.
There you will find a boat. Head east until you see an island. You will be greeted by a Khajit in a gray cloak. Give him the scroll.
From there your training will begin.
Enkidu
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Post by fallingfar on Dec 2, 2006 7:25:07 GMT -5
It was beyond great once again and please and thank you for any new updates
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Post by Raistlin on Dec 2, 2006 16:12:00 GMT -5
This is fantastic, jjam. I'm putting you up for promotion.
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