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Post by Daniel Tak on May 8, 2009 16:06:28 GMT -5
Ivan looks at his new companions, taking in everything about them. The female is just a bit taller than him, with red hair that hangs down to the small of her back. Her attire is simple, yet effective, designed for mobility. If Ivan were to guess, she would use a sword style based more on agility than power. Her green eyes reflect the figure of his other companion. The boy is short, and wearing a strange mask on his face. In fact, not a single bit of his skin was showing. His outfit is strange as well, not resembling traditional attire in the slightest. The only feature the boy seems to let people see is his spiky white hair. Suddenly, he spoke. "Well, Ivan. I hope you're not as absent minded on our journey as you were during the morning ceremony. I will not be held back by your incompetence." Ivan became furious. "Who the hell do you think you are?! I'll have you know I'm the best swordsman at my acadamy!" The girl immediately stepped in to interrupt them. "Would you two knock it off! Ivan, we're all the best from the three schools of swordsmanship. That's why they put us on the same team. You would know this if you were paying attention this morning. I guess that means we need to introduce ourselves, too. My name is Kris, and this is Scion. His family came here a few years ago from another country." That explained the clothing, but something about him still bothered Ivan. He put it in the back of his mind, there are still things he needed to discuss with them. "What do you guys think about what happened to Zeal and his team? The Arch-Bishop never said anything about what happened, only that they didn't survive, but they were the best students from the schools last year! There's no way they would have been careless enough to let eachother die..." Kris sighed before turning to look Ivan in the eyes. "Ivan, accidents happen. Chances are, it was something that nobody could foresee, but ass the Arch-Bishop said, we need to put the past behind us. Everybody else will be heading for the temple in Eran to start their pilgrimage, so I think we should head to the temple in Thearall instead, so we can avoid the other groups for a while." Far from Azaron, in the city of Darril, a cloaked figure moves through the city streets. The people around him are all fools, following the ways of the Arch-Bishop and his Pilgrimage. The figure makes it's way to the temple, to await the first trio to reach the city. Students always went to Eran first, so they would have 6 temples to go through before they made it to Darril, and then another two before they could return to Azaron. For now, the figure would have to continue decieving the temple workers, making them believe he was a faithful servant of their false gods. The time would come when he would make the truth known. Nicenicenicenice!!! Please continue.  PS: Do you view Kris as an extremely athletic girl or one of those blondes in which everything goes "right" for them? |
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Post by Scarecrow on May 8, 2009 17:35:42 GMT -5
Kris is more of an athletic type, who'd be able to hold her own in a fight.
ALSO: I posted chapter 3, too.
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Post by Daniel Tak on May 17, 2009 18:44:18 GMT -5
Read that too, and liked it of course. |
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Post by Dragon Yoshi on May 19, 2009 15:42:17 GMT -5
Yha it's really cool it reminded me of a book I read called Deltora Quest The forest of scilence there were the monsters that would spin around you knock you out and let this big huge thing eat you.
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Post by Scarecrow on May 19, 2009 17:54:48 GMT -5
I read the first set of Deltora books, but I never got around to reading the second set.
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Post by Daniel Tak on May 19, 2009 21:35:22 GMT -5
I hope there will be monsters and other additional stuff along the way.  |
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Post by Scarecrow on May 20, 2009 14:38:02 GMT -5
monsters, plot twists, some intense character development, you name it. Although I may take a while to start writing the next chapter. Because I'm lazy and haven't had any inspiration lately.
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Post by Scarecrow on May 20, 2009 17:43:26 GMT -5
Ivan awoke to the smell of smoke. He immediately grabbed his sword and rushed out of his tent, ready for combat. A look of embarrassment came across his face as Kris and Scion stared at him strangely, holding meat over the campfire. Ivan lowered his weapon and made an attempt at nonchalantly walking to the campfire, but the signs of his embarrassment were still all over his face. The meal was quick, and quiet, and they were shortly on their way. The forest was designed to be a simple, comforting area, to be a relaxing final stretch for those returning from their journey. As such, it wasn't very hard to reach the other side. Ivan's thoughts wandered aimlessly as they walked, wondering about what had happened to him, when he walked directly into Scion. "What the hell's the big..... idea.... whoa...." was all he could say, for what laid in front of him was something he had never seen before. The city of Thearall, with it's massive towers, appeared to be made of Obsidian. Not only that, a few of the towers seemed to reach above the clouds! "They're not clouds, Ivan." said Scion, to which Ivan replied "How did you know what I was thinking?!" Scion chuckled, muttering "You're predictable." Ivan started to become angry, before he realized Kris was glaring at them. He looked back over to the towers, and said "If they're not clouds, what are they?" Scion replied "It's fog. It's much more common in my country, so I'm not surprised you didn't know what it was. Why it's here, though, I cannot determine. It's not proper weather for it." Ivan was confused, but pretended to understand. He draped his pack over his shoulder and began to walk towards the city. "Well, we should get there as soon as possible. We don't want to fall behind all the others, do we?" With that, he began to run on the path, followed closely by Kris and Scion.
Ivan walked through the city's gates behind Kris and Scion. The hustle and bustle of the crowd was not unlike that of Azaron. As he scanned the crowd, a figure caught his eye. Just as Ivan looked towards it, the figured ran into an alleyway. Ivan bolted after him, unsure of his intentions of what to do if and when he caught up to him. After winding through the alleys for a while, he came across the hooded figure. His voice echoed through Ivan's head. Ivan, you don't know what you're getting yourself into. Everything you know about your life is about to be completely turned around. If you plan to continue with your quest, follow me, and I will let you know a bit about what you're dealing with. The figure turned towards a nearby brick wall, and walked straight through it without pause. Ivan followed cautiously, waving his arm outside the wall before attempting to put it through. He finally put his arm through, and walked in slowly. The room was dark, except for a single candle at the center of a round wooden table. At one end of the table sat the figure, across from him was a chair. The figure gestured for Ivan to sit down, and he reluctantly obeyed. The figure then pulled back his hood, and Ivan's eyes widened.
Zeal now sat across from Ivan at the table, his short brown hair wavering slightly. He smiled, and leaned across the table. "It's good to see you again, Ivan. I hope that you didn't worry about me too much. Unfortunately, we're short on time. Will you hear me out?" Ivan was stunned. He sat in silence, his mouth gaping at what he saw. Zeal looked at him, and sighed. "Oh, of course. The Arch-Bishop probably told you we were dead, didn't he? Well, the fact is that he's half right. We no longer exist on the same plane as you and the rest of them, but this was not of our doing. I'll explain that later, but for now I need to ask you. Will you join with us in our assassination of the Arch-Bishop?" Ivan gasped. He spent his whole life being told that the Arch-Bishop was the most benevolent soul in the world, and now his friend was asking him to help kill him. It was all too much for him. He stood up, searching frantically for a way out. "Ivan, what's wrong?! You can trust me Ivan, I've been your best friend since we were kids! You don't want to buy into the Arch-Bishop's schemes!" Ivan turned to him, ready to respond, when he stopped abruptly. His chest suddenly began to hurt, and his vision went black. He felt himself hit the floor before he lost consciousness.
He awoke in the room, the single candle melted down halfway. He reached for his chest, searching for the source of his pain, when he felt something. It wasn't his chest. His hands were wet. He looked at them, and gasped in horror. They were covered in blood, and it wasn't his. He looked around the room, searching for the source, when he saw Zeal in the corner. He ran over, and gasped in horror. Zeal was covered in blood, with large gashes all across his chest. Ivan fell to his knees at Zeal's side, when he suddenly coughed. "Ivan... You've already taken the first step towards our victory, and you don't even know it. We were hoping that you'd be able to control it by the time you got here. You just had to go the other way, didn't you? Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Go, and I'll stay here while I recover. You'll understand this power soon enough." Ivan stood up, swallowing his emotions. He turned and ran out of the room, into the city. It was dark, and it was raining. Ivan was terrified, but threw away his regrets. Zeal trusted him, he would have to find out what they wanted him to do. He searched through the main plaza of the city, when he saw Kris. He ran up to her, and she turned and saw him. "Ivan! We've been looking for you! What's wrong? Come with me, we got a room at an inn, you look like you need to rest." Ivan nodded, and let her take him to the inn. He laid for a while before he managed to drift into a hellish sleep.
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Post by Man in Black on May 30, 2009 13:23:24 GMT -5
Awesome story so far. You have quite an imagination DBS. Keep up the good work.  |
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Post by Scarecrow on May 31, 2009 19:01:53 GMT -5
some call it an imagination, others...
Well, let's not bring my psychiatrist into this.
Thanks for all the positive responses!
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Post by Dragon Yoshi on Jun 2, 2009 14:28:39 GMT -5
Yha all writers (my self included) are slightly crazy
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Post by Scarecrow on Jun 2, 2009 17:17:36 GMT -5
haha, Slightly crazy. Wait until I start bringing out some of the creatures my mind has created for me. They would make for some great fight sequences.
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Post by Dragon Yoshi on Jun 3, 2009 14:28:47 GMT -5
my chracters are so complex and I only am able to show a few parts of them per story
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Post by Scarecrow on Jun 5, 2009 20:51:41 GMT -5
trust me, you do not want to start a crazy fight with me. I'll out-crazy anybody here WITH NO REMORSE. Ask Blank, if he decides he wants to start showing up again.
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Post by Daniel Tak on Jun 17, 2009 8:42:44 GMT -5
Just so you know, I'm back and will catch up on the chapter I missed here.
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Post by Scarecrow on Jul 11, 2009 9:27:43 GMT -5
I'm feeling inspired to write again, so expect the next chapter sometime tonight when I can't get to sleep |
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Post by Daniel Tak on Jul 11, 2009 23:51:26 GMT -5
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Post by Exodus Blank on Jul 11, 2009 23:55:11 GMT -5
Kyle's a sicknasty argumentator. Don't f**k wit' his shit.
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Post by Daniel Tak on Jul 13, 2009 23:24:56 GMT -5
I agree. |
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Post by Scarecrow on Jul 15, 2009 17:46:28 GMT -5
Ivan woke up, his mind seeming to have lost it's ability to focus. He looked around, holding his head in an attempt to push back the headache. "What... What happened last night?" Kris frowned at him. "I found you out in the plaza. You were drunk! How you managed to get alcohol at your age I don't quite understand, but there was no mistaking it! Drink this, it'll help your hangover." She handed him a black liquid. At least, he thought it was a liquid, but it was so thick that it didn't seem to move very much when he shook it. With a grimace, he choked down the foul substance, the taste reminding him of sulfur. Scion chuckled slightly before returning his sights to a book he seemed rather enthralled in. Ivan looked at him. "What are you reading?" Scion sighed before closing the book. "I am reading up on the origins and purposes of the temples. Apparently, we will be locked in until we complete the trial." Now Ivan sighed. "Why can't things ever be easy? I guess we should start going as soon as everybody is ready." Kris smiled. "We've just been waiting on you! hurry up so we can go to the temple!" Ivan sighed again. He was beginning to regret his decision to begin this journey. Worst of all, he STILL couldn't remember what had happened the night before...
They stood outside the temple, prepared for anything and everything. Except what happened next. The monks of the temple surrounded them upon their entrance, placing various small charms and trinkets upon them. The sea of monks parted, allowing a large, bald man through. He walked up to Kris, and placed his hand upon her forehead. His eyes began to flit about before he retracted his hand and whispered something into her ear. Next, he went to Scion. He placed his hand upon his head, and gasped. He leaned in, and whispered something in his ear. Next, he moved to Ivan. Ivan was anxious to see what he would say, hoping it would help him better understand the challenge ahead of them. The man moved to place his hand upon his forehead, but stopped inches from his face, immediately retracting his hand. The surrounding monks gasped, while Ivan merely stood in confusion. The bald man got down on his knees and muttered a prayer under his breath. Ivan had no idea what this meant, and the whole room stood in silence as the man whispered his prayers. When he finally stood, he looked at Ivan. His eyes were sorrowful, yet at the same time condemning. Ivan began to sweat, but the man finally spoke. "Before you stands your first trial. I have given each of you a piece of information that only you must know. Do not speak of it until leaving this sanctuary. I wish you luck in the hours ahead. We will be waiting here to greet you upon your exit from the temple depths. Fare well, young adventurers." Scion began to walk off towards the door ahead, but Kris looked over to Ivan, frowning. He shrugged, and faced forward. He took a big breath before he too walked through the doorway into the temple.
Zeal looked upon his master's face as he told him of last night's events. The hooded figure chuckled, and waved his hand through the air, healing Zeal's wounds. Zeal rose, dreading what was coming next. "Master... What do we do now?" The figure looked directly into his eyes,. "We burn it down."
Ivan looked in awe upon the interior. The ceiling rose far above their heads, which must have meant they were underground, for the temple itself had not appeared very large. He looked at the various images and inscriptions on the walls, coming across one that caught his eye. The image was of a beast that remarkably resembled the one he saw in the woods. The inscription beneath scared him even more than the building had amazed him. It read: The Creature of the Mist will take a Hero, and the world will be set Ablaze by the Corruption that He Brings with him. Suddenly, the events of the previous night came flooding back into his head, and he collapsed to his knees. Someone grabbed him, saying something he didn't quite catch. He tried to clear his mind, and the voice became more clear. "What's wrong?! Get up! We can't afford for you to have a mental breakdown!" The hands lifted him up to a standing position, and it became clear that Scion had been the one to bring him back to something that resembled consciousness. The world seemed hazy, but he seemed more aware than usual. Colors faded into one another, and he knew he had to try to maintain his grip on himself or he may end up continuing his journey alone. The world returned to normal, and he felt his face. Scion had slapped him! He looked up to see Scion replacing the glove onto his hand, and he gasped. The hand was charred. Underneath that mask, Ivan would guess he had been wincing from the pain of using his damaged hand. Ivan looked to him. "Thank you. We need to finish this, and get out as quickly as possible. Come." He walked off around a corner, coming across a several diverging pathways. Letting nothing but instinct guide him, he took turn after turn, Scion and Kris following close behind. It wasn't long before they came upon a large stone tablet with three hand shaped depressions, each bearing the insignia of a different school of swordsmanship. He placed his hand on the one that matched his School, while Scion and Kris did the same. The tablet began to glow an eerie blue color, which worked it's way up their arms, binding the pattern it formed onto the flesh below.The glow ceased, and Ivan looked at the strange markings that now surrounded his right arm. The walls around them began to shake and collapse, revealing the exit. Ivan had never been more relieved to see a way out of this place, a reminder of the demon that now plagues him.
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