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Post by Abaddon on Dec 9, 2006 20:25:42 GMT -5
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Post by Raistlin on Dec 9, 2006 20:56:15 GMT -5
Cool!
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Post by Abaddon on Dec 9, 2006 22:38:31 GMT -5
His lore teacher stood up, she was a dark elf, with smiling blue eyes and an easy smile. She held two shortswords in her tapered fingers. Without a word she charged, blades at her sides, her face solemn.She brought her right sword down upon his skull and he blocked it with his left. Her left blade was coming up, nearly piercing his solarplexis. He blocked with his left. They stood there, faces rigid, deadlocked. She kicked him in the side of his face with a boot, sending him to the ground in a heap. She raised her sword and brought down to his throat. He hurriedly
snapped his fingers and the Shortsword disintegrated instantly.
Weaponless, she picked him up by his collar. She threw him in the air and shouted "Shinryudan!".Then she hit him over and over again with her metal gauntlets. He had at least six busted ribs, a broken clavicle, his nose busted, his lips cut, his jaw tweaked. She let him drop to the ground. By then Maelin barely had the energy to stand let alone move.
Fighting unconsciousness, he murmured a few words and Blue healing magic scurried along his frame. Like little blue magical beavers, they healed his various wounds quickly and efficiently. Maelin stood up. his teacher threw a left hook to the nose and Maelin caught it. he threw her into a wall. Pandemonium was stuck upright. Penance was on the floor. He picked up Penance and waited. She emerged, she ran to him, eyes full of murder.She was closing in. Fifteen feet,ten. five, two. Maelin threw the dagger.
It hit her in the throat with a sickening thunk and the same sound again as it pierced the back of her throat. She fell backward and her eyes glazed over. He took the dagger from her throat, it made a gurgling sound. He murmured a few words and the dagger was polished as if it had not taken life not a minute ago.
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Post by Abaddon on Dec 14, 2006 23:39:36 GMT -5
sorry for not updating. I had a humongous history project due.
His last teacher. His Marksman, stood up. He was a gentleman high elf, with assorted throwing weapons sticking out out of every pocket.
He didn't bother aiming, with a flick of the wrist, he sent a pair of Shurikan spiraling towards Maelin. Maelin dived toward the ground as a Shurikan barely grazed his shoulder blade.
The Altmer regarded his move indifferently. Without emotion, he tossed eight kunai from his palms. Maelin raised his hands and the knives froze, their points shining. They dropped uselessly to the ground. He tossed a pair of his own knives at him.
Without moving, his foe gracefully moved his hand in path of the first knife, catching it in the air effortlessly. He used the first to deflect the second knife and then dropped the first. They landed on the ground with a chink.
The Altmer raised his plams and shouted quite clearly "Daedric Summoning:Ten thousand knives!"
Almost instantly, a portal to oblivion opened, spewing forth ten thousand daedric daggers, no more, no less.
Maelin had seconds to act. He shouted "Warshield!" and as the knives were about to hit him, they stopped, trapped in a shield. More knives hunkered into the shield. When the knives stopped coming. The Shield cracked, then splintered.
It is a curious sound, to hear a sound ten thousand times a once. The sound hung in the air and then stopped. The opponents eyed each other warily, both compettitors completely drained of their magic.
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Post by Raistlin on Dec 17, 2006 9:30:14 GMT -5
oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh..........................
whhhhhhhhhhatttttttts gonna happen next!
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Post by Abaddon on Dec 20, 2006 18:04:45 GMT -5
Maelin drew his Pandemonium and the Altmer, named Maren drew his Short sword at his hip. They charged forward and met each other in the middle.Efforts failed, they both flipped back wards and attacked each other in mid-air. They fell to the floor. Maelin reached for a scroll and tossed it on the wooden floor. The Knives on the ground sprang to life and surged towards Maren. Maren elegantly snapped his fingers and the knives instantly vanished. Maelin dropped his sword and charged forward. It stood upright, stuck in the floor.
Maren was ready. He swung his shortsword over his head and brought down upon Maelin's head. Maelin caught the blade with both hands, Blood running from his palms. He closed his right hand into a fist and promptly broke Maren's nose. Maren dropped his sword and clutched his bleeding nose. Maelin kneed {for lack of a better word.} his master in the chest, breaking his ribs. He picked a dagger from his master's pocket and slit his throat with a without hesitation.
As Maren fell to the floor dying. Maelin looked in his eyes. They glowed with unmistakable pride. Maelin dropped the dagger. He looked around.There was nothing except the stink of blood and charred remains.
Maelin went to his hut and packed what little he had. He had some potions, Penance, Pandemonium, and knives. He sat on his bed for a long time, contemplating revenge. He stood up and walked back to the dojo. He murmured some words and conjured a fire in his still bloody palms. He threw it at the building, which caught fire and burned. With tears in his eyes he walked to a nearby boat and climbed in. He picked up the oars and began his journey to retribution.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Dec 20, 2006 20:58:31 GMT -5
I just read the whole thing. I lol'd when maelin casted the healing spell. "they looked like little blue running beavers." Nice. other then that, the story is great, the combat greater. Kepp it up.
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Post by me on Dec 21, 2006 2:58:33 GMT -5
I've liked this entire series, but haven't commented as much as I should have....
lol TIME SKIP!!!!
Several years later
OK time for my second comment.
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Post by Abaddon on Dec 21, 2006 23:44:54 GMT -5
By the time he reached the shores of Valenwood, The tears had stopped and his determination was renewed. He looked in his sack and pulled out two things:A map of every province and city in Valenwood and his chart that told him where the Nords were currently located.
Fafnir-Skyrim, North of the town known as Icefall in castle Stormfang.
Balvir-Cyrodil, Along the Coast of Anvil on a ship known as Red Maw.
Gnorm-Valenwood, In a town known as Littleroot. Faldin-Valenwood, owned a smithery in Birchland, a large town
Additonal notes were on another scroll-such as their hangouts, friends, little tips about their homes, Etc.
He consulted his map. Littleroot was aproximatley four hours walk away and Birchland was about thirty miles from there.
He then looked at Gnorm's dossier. {A brief desription of someone}
Hangs out and Ander's Ales in Littleroot. A drunk. Should be dispatched with either a dagger to the throat or poison.Probably armed with a knife of some sort.
Gnorm would be first. Maelin would observe Gnorm, find his weakness and exploit it. He had all the time in the world. He would pay in blood!
Maelin decided to go back to his village beforehand. He would pay his respects to his deceased and move on. He changed from his shouded armor to a burlap vest, boots, and thick pants simply to blend in and walked in no hurry to his village.
************************************************ About an hour later, Maelin arrived at his village. He walked back to his house, which had remained unoccupied.
He looked at four tombstones.
R.I.P Maren Straightarrow Age 46 His Father, A hardy man that taught Maelin the basics of marksmanship and hand to hand combat.
R.I.P Valinda Straightarrow Age 42 His Mother, a kind woman one who gave her famous pie to everyone, even the Nords. she taught him etiquette and how to fletch a bow and arrows.
R.I.P Meena Straightarrow Age 5 His little sister, Who he taught to find plants and roots that were edible.
R.I.P Maelin Straightarrow Age 15
Maelin looked at his own Tombstone. He looked down and punched the ground as hard as he could Blood dropped from his knuckles, staining the earth. Tears formed in his eyes again, but this time he remembered. No more crying he told himself. He took a last look at the stones, then walked away. His hand tightly gripped Penance till his knuckles were white.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Dec 22, 2006 0:56:56 GMT -5
That had a lot of emotion in it. I liked how he had died inside, and had his own tombstone, it added a nice..... whatd the word..... twist? Anywho, it was awesome as usual. Now hurry up and write another update!
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Post by Abaddon on Dec 22, 2006 19:28:16 GMT -5
Chapter Four {Correct me if I'm wrong} The Game Begins
Maelin climbed through the branchs, jumping, climbing, and hacking through in the treetops. He was soon upon a gate. A guarded gate. Maelin couldn't go through checking because the guard would find his shrouded armor and kill him on the spot. He could use invisibility to evade them which would take a while, because he still needed to get through the gate.
He had another idea. He reached into his bag and pulled out a small vial filled with a yellow substance. He carefully dropped a drop of the substance on a pair of kunai. He aimed at the pair of guards ankles, a non critical point and threw. Then he dropped to the ground, head down. When he looked up, the elves were on the ground, immobile.Maelin ran to the unfortunate pair and stole their keys. He unlocked the gate, then ran into the city.
Maelin walked in as casually as possible. He asked a nearby guard.
"Where is Ander's Ales?" Maelin asked in bosmer tongue.
The guard eyed him up and down and his body relaxed, as did his demeanor. "Down two buildings on the corner, across the street from Readna's Arms."
Maelin thanked him and swung his sack over his shoulder.
He took a step and looked back, saying to the guard"I need a place to rest. Where can i go for that?"
The guard looked at him and said "Joanna's, Around the corner, two homes away from Ander's
Maelin thanked him again.
Ten minutes later, he arrived at Joanna's.
He walked in to the inn. He told he Joanna, A redguard, he needed a room for a few days. "No room service" he said. He placed a handful of change on the counter, took his room key and entered his temporary home.
OOC:I suck at righting conversation.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Dec 22, 2006 21:31:55 GMT -5
I don't remember there being any chapters. anyway, well done.
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Post by Raistlin on Dec 23, 2006 9:11:30 GMT -5
I love this story. Keep it up.
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Post by me on Dec 23, 2006 16:00:43 GMT -5
MORE!!!!!
MORE!!!!!
I like your writing don't be ashamed of any of your faults. We all have them. Instead you should be trying to overcome them.
Ask someone else on the guild for help, or even your english teacher.....I would go with the first choice though...
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Post by Raistlin on Dec 23, 2006 16:13:38 GMT -5
What?
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