The Story That Never Ends

@Inigo - please, no!!!! puppy dog eyes The transport was enough…as Jimmy said, we need more development now!

Hey, crazy people have HUGE imaginations! And we never specified a timeline. If you're going to keep saying no to things, you need some guidelines!

hey, I make the guidelines as I go. :) Can we get on with the story now? the DEVLOPING story would be great… :)

In that case, why can't I have my monowheel? Since we're "making this up as we go along"?

I said the GUIDELINES…the story?

Hey, can you add on to what I said? Maybe make the rider someone who ends up being a hero or a villain?

Which is what I'm saying. Since we don't have any guidelines, why can't I have it?

explain what a monowheel is please! (forgive my un-knowledge)

The vehicle I described. Here's a fair example:

But mine is smaller.

yeah - let's have it as a secret invention by Sir Inigo (the castle inventor) and have it come out later - he can be working on it late at night and then when there's an emergency later in the story, he can pull it out and it can do whatever it's function is! :) what do you think? I'm not good at writing but I like thinking up the ideas.

By my sister:
"Lady Makennah? What are you doing here?" Lady Arwen asked.

shrugs
I guess. So, we're settled on Steampunk as our timeline/genre? Steampunk is a sector of historical fiction in which the combustion engine was never created, and so all the vehicles are steam-powered. It's cool because you get to see a lot of innovation in vehicles, and the inventors wear monocles and top hats! :D

How about more of the Middle ages-steampunk? That way horses and lords and ladies and knights and swords will still be in it (I'm a big fan of those)…

Steampunk doesn't mean no horses and lord and ladies. In fact, Steampunk is also referred to as "Victorian Science"! Victorian Era, as in Queen Victoria? So we'd still have those. And swords to, but we'd have cannons as well!

Okay, but no cannons…

This whole thing is, (in my opinion), getting too crazy. I think I quit…
(Not that I've contributed a lot, but still…)

Awww…why no cannons? There were cannons in the Revolutionary War! And the Civil War!

don't leave! We need some writers! Obviously Inigo and I are just the idea makers…please! Don't leave us!

You better stay! We need some order in the chaos!

who are you calling chaos? I, BBJ13, am the epitome of reserve! :)

You've got to be kidding. Well, maybe tomorrow.

Yeep! I didn't mean you! I mean we needed some order in all of the ideas goin' around over here!

Back to the story:

"Sir Quinn summoned us through the communicator." Lady Makennah dismounted her horse and walked over to Lady Arwen and Sir Quinn. Several other riders did the same. "We need help getting Prince Rowan back to the castle safely." Sir Quinn took charge. "You," he said, pointing to some of the riders. "And you, take the Duke of Assen to the castle at Assen to bury him."

by my sister:
"Don't mention Prince again." Lady Makennah warned suddenly. She continued, "They don't yet know he is a prince. We're trying to keep it secret." Four men walked over and helped Prince Rowan up and onto a horse. Lady Makennah glanced over at the men and whispered, "King Archen will be sad to hear about the Duke of Assen. They were good friends, you know."

I am not understanding this story at all. :P CONFUSING!!! (Sorry for the caps) Where's Rowan? And the Duke?

By my sister:
(The Duke is dead and on his way to Assen to be buried and Rowan is on the horse.)
"Sir Quinn," A fully armed man addressed Sir Quinn as he paced over. "Thank you for watching over my lady friend here and my brother. I don't know what I would've done without you and Lady Arwen. I tried to get here as soon as I could but…." The man paused and took off his helmet revealing who he was. "Prince Rabadash?" Sir Quinn gasped.

Wow! A lot has happened since I was last on. But it doesn't make sense anymore (at all). It was going great before! I think I'm done. :}

I really wanted to add on to this story, but now there seems to be two versions of it and its too confusing!

Yeah. It might be BBJ13's sister's stuff that's confusing you guys. But we've decided the genre, and you can add on. Or we could decide to start over with the new guidelines in mind.

Or we could delete all comments back to where it makes sense. :) J/K (well, kind of)

You guys decided on a genre? I must have missed it.

Yeah, STEAMPUNK! Page 3.

I have no idea what that is.

And it was explained on Page 3.

Oh, I see it now, but I still don't think I could add on to it because it's so confusing.

Wow! A lot has happened since I was last on. But it doesn't make sense anymore (at all). It was going great before! I think I'm done. :}

Ditto…

@GMOV - that might be a good idea! :)

Good idea!

Please don't leave! Inigo was making a big deal about the time genre and everything and he threatened to kill off more of the characters if we didn't follow what he had posted. So we started to try to compromise…I will post the entire story so you can catch up!!! :)

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. There was a look of terror on his face as he pushed through the forest. 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. 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…
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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. 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.
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?"
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."
The Duke of 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.

"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.

Meanwhile, Lord Traius turned to his 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 it's trail.
"You fool! You will die for this!" Lord Traius swung his sword. Dweltar fell, dead at the feet of the betrayer.
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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!"
"Yes. I'll summon a transport."
He tapped his communicator and gave their coordinates to the operator of the transport.
"What is that?" Lady Arwen asked Sir Quinn as a few riders thundered up on horses.
"It is a new invention by Sir Inigo called a communicator."
"At your service, sire!" one of the riders saluted.
"Lady Makennah? What are you doing here?" Lady Arwen asked.
"Sir Quinn summoned us through the communicator." Lady Makennah dismounted her horse and walked over to Lady Arwen and Sir Quinn. Several other riders did the same. "We need help getting Prince Rowan back to the castle safely." Sir Quinn took charge. "You," he said, pointing to some of the riders. "And you, take the Duke of Assen to the castle at Assen to bury him.”
"Don't mention Prince again." Lady Makennah warned suddenly. She continued, "They don't yet know he is a prince. We're trying to keep it secret." Four men walked over and helped Prince Rowan up and onto a horse. Lady Makennah glanced over at the men and whispered, "King Archen will be sad to hear about the Duke of Assen. They were good friends, you know.”

Yeah, I think that about sums it up!

That makes it easier to understand :)

Rowan leaned over his saddle horn in pain. "How long of a ride do we have?"
Sir Quinn glanced up at the sun as he replied, "About a 2 hour ride. Judging by the sun, I'd say we'll get there about sundown."

Edit: SBG - I can delete mine - I like yours better! :)

Thanks for the summary, BBJ13. :) I think I'll add to this story now. :)

Sir Quinn grunted as he lifted Prince Rowan up onto a horse.
"Don't move around too much," he said. "Keep flat against the neck of the horse, and your pain should not be too unbearable. We will try to get you some help when we get to the castle."
Sir Quinn turned to Lady Makennah. "Send a few of your men to take the Duke of Assen back to his castle." He sighed and lowered his head. "His death was so untimely."
Lady Makennah nodded and quickly set about to transporting the slain duke back to the castle at Assen.

EDIT–Whoops, sorry for posting at the same time as you! :D We'll have to figure out how to make those two make sense together when we make another summary. :)

The group of horses and their riders began their journey, heading South. Rowan would occasionally moan in pain as his horse carried him over the hills and valleys.
It was near sundown when they arrived at the castle. Lights were brightly shining and they could see guards on duty.

The group approached the closed drawbridge.
"Who goes there?" a lone soldier called out gruffly from the top of the wall.
"Gradlem, it's Sir Quinn, with a wounded Count Rowan!" Quinn said, trying to keep his voice down. "We need to get him help immediately!"
"Yes, Sir Quinn," the voice answered immediately, in Quinn's same quiet tones. Then he called back loudly to the men behind the gate, "Bring down the drawbridge!"
The wooden mass creaked its way down to the pavement slowly. As soon as it hit the ground, Sir Quinn galloped over it, guiding his own horse and Count Rowan's into the courtyard of the castle.

EDIT–I made a few changes to my original post, to fit better with the comment after this one, just so you know. :)

The riders rode through the courtyard in silence, Count Rowan still giving the occasional groan as the result of his bullet-wound. All were intent upon their perilous situation. After the King had been thrust from his castle at the hands of nine evil lords, he had taken flight with a band of followers. These followers, known as the Nobles of Klimran, had been hunted ruthlessly down by the Council of Lords. Of the 500 who had remained loyal to the king, only 30 remained. The riders could not help but feel that their turn might come next. They crossed the courtyard.

They warily glanced around as they trotted silently to the castle, not knowing who might recognize them. They hoped that their plain clothes would suffice to keep any attention away from themselves.
Sir Quinn led them to a side door at the far end of the castle, covered over by tall stalks of grain and sacks of wheat. The group waited for a patrolling guard to pass by them, then set to work on uncovering the hidden door. After they had cleared everything away, a brawny man took Count Rowan from his horse and Sir Quinn opened the door. Then they headed in, leaving two behind to watch the horses and cover over the entrance before the guard returned.

Um… I did add something! :D And don't worry about not being a good writer now–keep practicing, and you'll be sure to get better! :)

A few hours earlier…

Lord Traius turned from the fresh corpse of his former servant, Dweltar, and turned with bared and clenched teeth toward the direction of the fleeing group of rebels. He raised his fist and spat on the ground.
"You may flee now," he shouted after them, "but I will find you! I will kill you all!" After the rebels disappeared, he turned to his eleven remaining men with a flame in his eye.
"You have seen how I handle anyone who rebels against me. Swear your allegiance to me, and me alone. I am your master; you no longer serve Lord Drakin. We will overpower him and rule this nation ourselves; we will rule all of Kornaiden! If you are with me, bow before me and swear your allegiance! If not, you will die by my sword."
"I will serve you, Lord Traius," one of his men said, stepping forward and bowing down on one knee. The other ten soon followed suit, affirming their allegiance to their leader.
"Now," Lord Traius said, "follow me, and we will overtake the city of Carivia. We will put Lord Drakin to death, and you will serve me! Let us be off!"
The men marched off toward the capital city of Carivia with determination, ready to do anything to fulfill the every desire of their new master.