Raistlin
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I'm tired.
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Post by Raistlin on Oct 6, 2006 14:19:34 GMT -5
My story is probably gonna lose because people are getting tired of it.
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Post by BloodMoonWolf on Oct 6, 2006 14:26:45 GMT -5
yea
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Raistlin
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I'm tired.
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Post by Raistlin on Oct 6, 2006 14:28:57 GMT -5
thanks for the postive outlook
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Post by dogonda on Oct 6, 2006 14:29:44 GMT -5
i wish i could enter >=]
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Post by dogonda on Oct 6, 2006 14:30:22 GMT -5
and i like your story raist
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Raistlin
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I'm tired.
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Post by Raistlin on Oct 6, 2006 14:32:48 GMT -5
YAY! the master writer likes the commoner's story.
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Oct 6, 2006 17:08:00 GMT -5
im gonna post mine in sections or is it to long to enter the whole thing??
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Post by GreyEidolon on Oct 6, 2006 18:18:46 GMT -5
Varika awoke to the haze of mid-morning mists swirling about the forest floor. She had forgoten when she had fallen asleep, but had slept suprisingly well.
With some difficulty she rose to her feet and looked around for Uthro. He was awake and leaning against the log near the fire, staring into the woods again. For a moment, Varika wondered if he had slept the night before-then she wondered if he had ever slept at all. She had never seen him do it.
Deciding to leave him alone, Varika walked over to the shallow creek they had camped by. It was somewhat stagnant, but still trickled weakly over the sand and stones. She approached it's bank and watched as her rippling doppleganger took shape on the waters' surface.
People were always commenting on how beatiful she was. She had a fair complexion, and an overall healthy tone about her. Her hair was long and golden, her eyes deep and dark. Her mother often joked that she was the only woman of high Imperial birth whom suitors did not bother simply for her dowry.
Ha-She thought.-If they could see me now...
The woman looking up at her was pail and abnormally thin. There was dirt on her face and in her hair, wich had attained an unearthly bright hue wich she could not explain. Her arms were covered with scrapes and cuts and her black robe was torn and faded.
She had to admit, she prefered this new look. Suitors were annoying.
She loved her parents, and it pained her deeply to leave them. She loved everyone at the manor, but hated the damned thing itself. It made her guilt-ridden to have such luxury, while others had no other choice then to live in squalor-And why? Because she was born different? It was all wrong, very wrong.
But not the only reason she had run away. Her main reason was a little darker.
Varika realized that her recent.... endevours might be considered shameful, even disgraceful. If found out, she did not want that shame brought upon her family.
But she thanked whatever deity was staring down on her for Uthros' presence.
"Necromancy, Varika!"He had said, obviously shocked, having called Varika by her first name.
"Yes, I am afraid so." She returned, quietly but sternly.
"Do you realize what this could do to your reputation? To your familys' reputation?"
"I am aware. That is why I must leave this place."
"You cannot simply "leave", I will not allow it!"
"Fine then, I am sure that everyone would be very interested in the dark dealings of the Count's daughter..."
"You mustn't tell anyone! They cannot find out!"
"Exactly, wich is why I must go."
"This is ludicrous..."
"Is it? I have rotted in this lavish dungeon long enough! Either I leave, or everyone learns my secret."
"Those groups are dangerous..."
"I do not plan on joining any groups."
"My lady...."
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"I am going with you."
"What? I could not- you mustn't-no!"
"You are my charge, Varika." He said. "I am honor bound to protect you and you alone..."
There ya go, part two. By the way-Red text like this means it's a flashback.
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Post by BloodMoonWolf on Oct 6, 2006 18:21:05 GMT -5
Ok I'm posting this as my story for the writers contest. Its entitled The life of a Combatant.
As I slept in the streets of the waterfront I dreamed of a better life. Truth be told it could never happen but I could dream couldn't I? I was once a comfortable Imperial named Logair Phillius. But unlucky circumstances brought me to this state of living. I knew I had to do something I was running out of money and almost out of food. I couldn't get a job to save my ass and begging got me no where. What could I do? As I drifted off into sleap I was startled awake by a flutter paper in the wind. I grabbed it and squinted my eyes to read it in the darkness.
It was an arena poster. It must have detached from a wall. As I read the poster I learned that the were in need of more combatants for their arena. "The pay was good if you can survive". I read aloud. I've heard of the arena befor but couldn't bring myself to join. Mostly out of cowardice. But now what was left for me to live for? I considered it and finally made up my mind I would join tomorrow. I didn't care if I died and if I won I could buy food and decent clothes.
The next day I walked to the arena headquarters to sign up. An elf told me to go down stairs and talk to a man named Owyn. So I walked down to the bloodworks and after a few minutes of looking in amazement at everything I finally found Owyn. He was a rather muscular redguard and had a bad attitude. I talked to him and with much sarcasim he finally gave me the title of pitdog. He then asked me if I wanted a light or heavy Raiment. I chose a light Raiment because I wanted to be able to move around in combat. He then noticed I didn't carry a weapon. After much laughing at my expense he finally offered me an iron short sword that I could use untill I could buy my own weapon. I gladly took the sword and asked him when my first match was. He told me I had a match scheduled tomorrow and that I could sleep in one of the bed rolls untill then. I took him up on his offer. After all I hadn't had a good nights sleep in any form of bed for many years.
I have another part to it so I'll post that soon I just didn't want to over whelm you guys.
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Post by GreyEidolon on Oct 6, 2006 18:22:19 GMT -5
Oh sorry, I copy and pasted the story from the General writing board so the red letters didn't show up. Basically from the point were Uthro sasy "Necromancy, Varika!" on is in red. I apologize again for the confusion.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 6, 2006 18:24:41 GMT -5
you can modify that to make it red again
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Post by GreyEidolon on Oct 6, 2006 18:42:32 GMT -5
Oh, alright. Don't I look like a moron.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 6, 2006 18:48:43 GMT -5
Nope
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Post by BloodMoonWolf on Oct 6, 2006 18:53:29 GMT -5
lol. So what is up people.
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Post by GreyEidolon on Oct 6, 2006 19:09:05 GMT -5
See Wolf? Death is what we call a "Good Person". You could learn a lot from him, old friend
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