Post by Admin on Sept 12, 2013 20:16:31 GMT -6
Introduction-
--> THIS STORY WILL BECOME VIOLENT AND HAVE LOTS OF FOUL LANGUAGE IN IT. I DO NOT WISH TO CENSOR MY STORY. I WILL BE BREAKING FORUM RULES BY POSTING THIS ON HERE SO DON'T READ IF YOU ARE YOUNG OF MIND <--
This is a little story I am writing about my character. It will be roughly 10 episodes switching from first and third person. I am not a writer so bare with me on this one..
Also please (Try not to post on this thread to much I will try to make a thread about my characters story that people can post on)
The Curse Episode 1 - FistFacer"
There I lye.. Bruised, Bloody with a large pain coming from my right arm.. I hear nothing but insects and birds around me.. Where am I.. Who am I..."
There is a clearing in the forest. Lying in a black circle of dead plants there is a man covered in blood. Black hair down to his shoulders, his cloths are torn with large claw marks on his chest. I can hear drums and music. What could it be? I get up and walk towards the forest edge. Lingering towards the sound of the music.
As the man walks out of the forest he finds him self looking at a festival. Many buildings and houses.The streets are filled with people drinking and dancing. Selling there goods and exotic animals.
"Young man would you be interested in a shield" calls a old shield maker from one of his stands..
"No thank you sir. Could you direct me to the tavern however?"
The old shield maker replies "I think booze is a better shield my self anyhow.. Its down the street to the south.
I pass threw the doors of the tavern. An old looking place, beaten and rundown. The young man takes his seat on a stool near the bar. There is a group of humans and kintu sitting in the corner, and a few drunken orcs at the closest table to the bar.
The barkeeper a old dwarf with grey hair and a large beard looks at the man as if he walked out of a battle and says "Sir looks like you have had quite the fun there. Here for a drink? Its my treat"
Fist: Ill take something strong.
OldDwarf : So where do you come from? The south? The east? The deadlands?
Fist: Not quite sure old man.
OldDward: What's your name sonny?
Fist: Not quite sure about that ether
OldDwarf: Ha a man without a name.. Well shit second one is on me
The drunken orc at the table stands up "Why don't you give me and free beers old man! I come in here everyday to drink at your tavern with nothing less then a thanks"
The old man stares at the orc and replies "All you do is get drunk at my bar and terrorize my customers!"
Orc: How dare you say that to an orc you half pint old man
The young man stands up and says "Hold on there, If you did not notice orc I was having a nice chat with this old man until you started moving your mouth"
Orc: And who are you. Some human who looks like he just got off the street"
By this time the group in the corner is getting out of there seats pulling there weapons. The orc makes a large right arm jab at the young human putting full force into it. The young human braces him self and leans into the punch headbutting his fist. *CRACK* a large sound as the orcs fist meets the humans forehead and suddenly the fist gives in and breaks.
Blood everywhere the orc goes to draw his sword and the group of strangers quickly draw there's
"Leave this bar if your here to draw blood." says a pale man with a strange accent in fancy clothing with black hair holding a large bladed disk.
The orcs get up and leave not wanting more blood.
"Your quite the FistFacer there" says the pale man. "Where are you heading?"
Fist: I was thinking about heading to Wildgard.
Pale Man: Well that is where we are from my dear lad. Why don't you travel with us?
"Sounds like a plan" says Fist
Episode 2 - The darkness inside
Fist sits down at the table to drink with humans and kintu for a drink. They are a strange bunch people. There is 12 of them; a Dragon, 3 wolves, a few humans, some elves, a rat and some other mismatched assortment of kintu (Man like animals).
The pale man passes Fist the jug of wine. "My name is Cycla. So what business do you have in Wildgard, and I over heard you saying you don't remember your name. Is there more to it?"
"I woke up in the woods. and heard music. Other then that, the only thing I can remember is stories I was told as a child, of Wildgard. Stories about elementals and the undead. Stories of strange beasts and relics. How about you, what is your business in Wildgard, Cycla?"
Cycla: As a matter of fact, we have recently set up a small outpost there. Which has started to develop into a town. Came to the festival to fight in a tournament and earn some extra gold. I am surprised you talk of ghosts and spirits. Wildgard is such a peaceful place, other than the war that just ended with the kintu and the humans
"You were at war?" asks Fist.
Cycla smirked as he looked at Fist. "I said the humans were at war. I, my friend, am a vampire."
At this point, the table of strangers is caught up in conversation with each other. But as Fist looks to his right, there is a fox kintu sniffing at his right arm. The young fox man is carrying a rapier. Red and white hair. Other than the ears and his tail, he looked rather human. He has many daggers strapped to his sides and boots.
The fox backed away from Fist with a confused look, and said, "Your arm smells like fire."
Fist pulls his sleeve up to notice black markings going from his hand to his upper arm. They are giving off a small amount of smoke and the smell of evil. Fist quickly rolled his sleeve down, with only a few members of the table seeing what just happened. Most being to drunk to pay attention.
"I don't even think I want to know what that is." Fist says as he finishes his cup off his cup of wine.
Cycla gets a hollow look in his eyes and says "I have seen something like that once before. Back a few hundred years ago, when I was working at a monastery, a man came in and showed the head of our Order, his chest. There were black marks running all across it and they seemed to be moving unnaturally, They said he was cursed by a spirit and told him the cure for the curse depended on the cause and he must find that out on his own."
Looking around the table I see that most of the humans have either left or fallen asleep, drunk. The bartender, seeming to not care, leaves for bed. 'I too, should get some rest for the days I have ahead. This curse... It scares me. Could it mean I am going to die? Does it have to do with these claw marks I have on my chest? I hope Wildgard has the answers I am looking for. There is a strange feeling I have as though. As if something, or someone, is listening to my every thought and feeling what I feel.' His thoughts tumbled over one another constantly.
"I'm going to rest up for the morning, I never caught your name?" Fist said, as he shook the fox's hand.
Fox: My name is Jayce.
"You can just call him the fox" Says Cycla.
Fist made his way out of the bar and stumbled over to the stables.. He then lies down in a pile of loose hay and falls asleep.
--> THIS STORY WILL BECOME VIOLENT AND HAVE LOTS OF FOUL LANGUAGE IN IT. I DO NOT WISH TO CENSOR MY STORY. I WILL BE BREAKING FORUM RULES BY POSTING THIS ON HERE SO DON'T READ IF YOU ARE YOUNG OF MIND <--
This is a little story I am writing about my character. It will be roughly 10 episodes switching from first and third person. I am not a writer so bare with me on this one..
Also please (Try not to post on this thread to much I will try to make a thread about my characters story that people can post on)
The Curse Episode 1 - FistFacer"
There I lye.. Bruised, Bloody with a large pain coming from my right arm.. I hear nothing but insects and birds around me.. Where am I.. Who am I..."
There is a clearing in the forest. Lying in a black circle of dead plants there is a man covered in blood. Black hair down to his shoulders, his cloths are torn with large claw marks on his chest. I can hear drums and music. What could it be? I get up and walk towards the forest edge. Lingering towards the sound of the music.
As the man walks out of the forest he finds him self looking at a festival. Many buildings and houses.The streets are filled with people drinking and dancing. Selling there goods and exotic animals.
"Young man would you be interested in a shield" calls a old shield maker from one of his stands..
"No thank you sir. Could you direct me to the tavern however?"
The old shield maker replies "I think booze is a better shield my self anyhow.. Its down the street to the south.
I pass threw the doors of the tavern. An old looking place, beaten and rundown. The young man takes his seat on a stool near the bar. There is a group of humans and kintu sitting in the corner, and a few drunken orcs at the closest table to the bar.
The barkeeper a old dwarf with grey hair and a large beard looks at the man as if he walked out of a battle and says "Sir looks like you have had quite the fun there. Here for a drink? Its my treat"
Fist: Ill take something strong.
OldDwarf : So where do you come from? The south? The east? The deadlands?
Fist: Not quite sure old man.
OldDward: What's your name sonny?
Fist: Not quite sure about that ether
OldDwarf: Ha a man without a name.. Well shit second one is on me
The drunken orc at the table stands up "Why don't you give me and free beers old man! I come in here everyday to drink at your tavern with nothing less then a thanks"
The old man stares at the orc and replies "All you do is get drunk at my bar and terrorize my customers!"
Orc: How dare you say that to an orc you half pint old man
The young man stands up and says "Hold on there, If you did not notice orc I was having a nice chat with this old man until you started moving your mouth"
Orc: And who are you. Some human who looks like he just got off the street"
By this time the group in the corner is getting out of there seats pulling there weapons. The orc makes a large right arm jab at the young human putting full force into it. The young human braces him self and leans into the punch headbutting his fist. *CRACK* a large sound as the orcs fist meets the humans forehead and suddenly the fist gives in and breaks.
Blood everywhere the orc goes to draw his sword and the group of strangers quickly draw there's
"Leave this bar if your here to draw blood." says a pale man with a strange accent in fancy clothing with black hair holding a large bladed disk.
The orcs get up and leave not wanting more blood.
"Your quite the FistFacer there" says the pale man. "Where are you heading?"
Fist: I was thinking about heading to Wildgard.
Pale Man: Well that is where we are from my dear lad. Why don't you travel with us?
"Sounds like a plan" says Fist
Episode 2 - The darkness inside
Fist sits down at the table to drink with humans and kintu for a drink. They are a strange bunch people. There is 12 of them; a Dragon, 3 wolves, a few humans, some elves, a rat and some other mismatched assortment of kintu (Man like animals).
The pale man passes Fist the jug of wine. "My name is Cycla. So what business do you have in Wildgard, and I over heard you saying you don't remember your name. Is there more to it?"
"I woke up in the woods. and heard music. Other then that, the only thing I can remember is stories I was told as a child, of Wildgard. Stories about elementals and the undead. Stories of strange beasts and relics. How about you, what is your business in Wildgard, Cycla?"
Cycla: As a matter of fact, we have recently set up a small outpost there. Which has started to develop into a town. Came to the festival to fight in a tournament and earn some extra gold. I am surprised you talk of ghosts and spirits. Wildgard is such a peaceful place, other than the war that just ended with the kintu and the humans
"You were at war?" asks Fist.
Cycla smirked as he looked at Fist. "I said the humans were at war. I, my friend, am a vampire."
At this point, the table of strangers is caught up in conversation with each other. But as Fist looks to his right, there is a fox kintu sniffing at his right arm. The young fox man is carrying a rapier. Red and white hair. Other than the ears and his tail, he looked rather human. He has many daggers strapped to his sides and boots.
The fox backed away from Fist with a confused look, and said, "Your arm smells like fire."
Fist pulls his sleeve up to notice black markings going from his hand to his upper arm. They are giving off a small amount of smoke and the smell of evil. Fist quickly rolled his sleeve down, with only a few members of the table seeing what just happened. Most being to drunk to pay attention.
"I don't even think I want to know what that is." Fist says as he finishes his cup off his cup of wine.
Cycla gets a hollow look in his eyes and says "I have seen something like that once before. Back a few hundred years ago, when I was working at a monastery, a man came in and showed the head of our Order, his chest. There were black marks running all across it and they seemed to be moving unnaturally, They said he was cursed by a spirit and told him the cure for the curse depended on the cause and he must find that out on his own."
Looking around the table I see that most of the humans have either left or fallen asleep, drunk. The bartender, seeming to not care, leaves for bed. 'I too, should get some rest for the days I have ahead. This curse... It scares me. Could it mean I am going to die? Does it have to do with these claw marks I have on my chest? I hope Wildgard has the answers I am looking for. There is a strange feeling I have as though. As if something, or someone, is listening to my every thought and feeling what I feel.' His thoughts tumbled over one another constantly.
"I'm going to rest up for the morning, I never caught your name?" Fist said, as he shook the fox's hand.
Fox: My name is Jayce.
"You can just call him the fox" Says Cycla.
Fist made his way out of the bar and stumbled over to the stables.. He then lies down in a pile of loose hay and falls asleep.