The Story That Never Ends

Okay, here's the deal: I'll start a story with 2-3 sentences. The next person to post will add onto the story with 2-3 more sentences. Then the 3rd person to post will add 2-3 more sentences…and so on and so forth. :) Here goes:

The forest was oddly silent. The only sounds were footsteps on the dry leaves.

A man crunched through the leaves at a fast walk. As he walked he looked from side to side. A look of terror was on his face.

Snap! A twig broke just 10 paces to the left of him.

His head quickly turned in the direction of the noise. He strained his eyes to look, and noticed a form behind a tree.

Snap! Another twig broke 50 paces behind him. He spun around, his sword now drawn.

He grunted, as a bullet penetrated his shoulder.

(Swords and guns?)

He fell to the ground senseless, but right before his eyes closed, he noticed the form of an enormous man in a black cloak. He knew no more…

A dark warrior stepped toward the now motionless body. He turned toward Lord Traius. "What should we do with him?"

"Slay him. He is weak, and of no further use to us"

"But, my lord, Lord Drakin sai~" "I said kill him! I don't care what Lord Drakin said!"

The lackey hesitated one second too long. Lord Traius slew him with one swift thrust of his combat knife. Then he turned to shoot the man on the ground……but he was gone.

My My! Violent, aren't we. ;)

How many good stories have no violence?
remembers Little Women and Anne of Green Gables
Oh. Well, MOST great stories ave violence! So there!

It was not upon his own strength that the young Count of Carivia escaped the death that was so near. During Lord Traius' outburst of anger at the lackey, another hunted noble stole into the glade wherein the previous scene took place, and helped the young and dangerously wounded Count to limp out of sight.

He checked his pistol's ammo.
"Only 3 left. I need more."
He sighed.
"Everything was so much simpler…..before it happened"

The noble carried the young Count into the forest until he came to a clump of bushes. Laying the Count down on a grassy patch of ground, he swiftly made his way to the bushes. Reemerging with a beautiful Steed, he led him toward the man on the ground.

The horse whinnied, and the noble turned just in time to avoid a knife. The noble rolled under the arm of his attacker, turned quickly, and slammed his palm into the man's face.

(Who's attacking?)

(the reader doesn't know yet!)

(Well, where did he come from? :P )

There was a close struggle, but all of a sudden, the attacker vanished, as if by magic…

Upon coming up to the Count, the unknown noble said, "You have certainly had a close escape, and, as you can see, I have as well. We are all in such danger in these times. I just came from Arandan, where twelve more of our order were slain at the hands of the Council of Lords. I am the Duke of Assen. And who might you be, my friend?"

Um, slamming you palm into a guy's face isn't enough! The noble needs to take him out!

The young count wearily opened his eyes and looked into the face of the man before him. In a low voice he said, "My name is Rowan."

Ignoring me won't work.

Assen fell sideways, slain by the assassin sent to destroy him and the young man. Rowan scrabbled on the ground, trying uselessly to escape. But it was in vain. The assassin's blade quickly found him, and he slumped lifelessly on the ground.

(you guys are doing great! great names, great plot - just please don't kill the guys before we get past the first page! EDIT: okay, 2nd page)

(Why do we have to kill them? Can't they escape?)

"Please! Don't die! Rowan? Please!"
Rowan awoke to someone painfully shaking his shoulder.
"Lady Arwen?"
"Rowan! You're alive!"

She yelped as the assassin pushed her.
"Leave woman." he growled
She glared, and whipped her pistol out of the holster on her right thigh.
"You will not hurt him any more!" she exclaimed

"Where am I? What happened?" Rowan tried to sit up but a sharp pain in his abdomen immediately discouraged him from the idea.
(can we leave out the pistols and keep it at swords and arrows? thanks)

Meanwhile, Lord Traius turned to his second lackey, and said, "You have angered me, Dweltar, and I give you a choice. Swear allegiance to me and forsake Lord Drakin, or die!"
Dweltar, loyal to his first Dark Lord, swung a flail at Lord Traius, but it missed, leaving wisps of dark magic in its trail.

"You fool! You will die for this!" Lord Traius swung his sword. Dweltar fell, dead at the feet of the betrayer.

This story is for EVERYONE! If you were going to tell people to not put stuff in, you shouldn't have started it, or have started it with specific guidelines. It's a bit too late for that, and it's rude to ignore what people posted before you. Sorry if I seem harsh, but really?

(ok, sorry)

The lackey was already dead. Unless he's mutilating the body. Which might not be too surprising, considering evil bad guys.

@inigo - (he had more than 1)

That works! (insert evil grin smiley here)

@InSoloChristo - really? He had more than one lackey and the one that died earlier was not Dweltar. that's just a little TOO weird…remember where we're posting!!!

(Oh, alright. I'll delete it.)

( :) I have to admit, it did have me and my sis cracking up!)

(I can only imagine…)

(haha)
The assassin suddenly fell dead before Arwen had a chance to pull the trigger.
"Come, we must hurry." A strong hand lifted Arwen to her feet.
"Sir Quinn! Quickly, we must help Prince Rowan to the castle before it's too late!"

I really don't think it is a good idea to keep killing off the main characters. :)

By the way, I am a little bit confused. We seem to have two stories going on instead of one. What happened the the Duke? Who is Arwen? How many lackeys are there in this story? It seems that we are making Rowan fall unconscious and meet a new friend every other post. :)

"Yes. I'll summon a transport."
He tapped his communicator and gave their coordinates to the operator of the transport.

(we aren't killing them off - Rowan better stay alive seeing as he IS the main character…Dweltar isn't a main character.)

(a transport? in the middle ages? really?)

How do we know they're main? And, have you noticed a pattern? I get ignored, someone dies! (evil smiley emote)

(okay okay, sorry :) lol…)
"What is that?" Lady Arwen asked Sir Quinn as several more riders thundered up on horses.
"It is a new invention by Sir Inigo called a transport."
"At your service, sire!" one of the riders saluted.

Well, what is the purpose of the first 5 characters we mention if they all die. It just seems that we should have someone to look up to and develope from the beginning. I am not trying to ignore you. I think you have some awesome ideas. I just think that this can be a better story if we have less action and more development. After we establish the situation, there will be more than enough time to kill off some characters. :)

Who said it was middle ages? I think of it as more cyber-punk-ish( as in, a future in which the Dark Ages never happened, and humanity advanced at a way more rapid rate). Or we could go more Steampunk.

Instead of "summoning a trasnport", Sir Quin directed Arwen toward his Orbubile. It appeared as a large steel wheel, with a seat connected to the side, and steam-driven motors within it.

EDIT: I'm just throwing ideas out, to see if you like this better.