Campfire Tales

[arcon]

Ok, in this thread use your imagination .....you may tell a story within a story. Like your own personal account of something in another thread. Or you may tell a story about your past(about your character(in fantasy, please.)any fantasy related story is OK.

P.S. These can be old arconian incidents from the past( a way to inform our new arconians). Or....they can be scary .....
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This is the setting: Its late on the second nite after the battle everyone is settled in around the campfire..its a beautiful nite with the stars as bright as diamonds...things have calmed down a bit and everyone has just had a big meal. Theres brandy(the kings personal supply) and ale for all.
All is quiet except for Meekel muttering his unhappiness about his favorite jacket being ruined. Willow snaps, shsssssssssssss!
and the first story teller begins their tale.......................

[ 08-13-2001: Message edited by: arcon ]

[ 08-13-2001: Message edited by: arcon ]

[Iwant2bafencer]

Is this for anyone here. Where they can just say hey they are there and start to tell their story?

[Lord Tellurine]

All eyes went to Lady Moon of the Quill. She WAS the royal scribe afterall. She stood and thought for a moment. Finally, she said, "Okay. This is a true story... First off, we all know Wooden Bob, right?"

Everyone of course knew Wooden Bob. He was at the Bitter End 24/7.

"I don't," said Meekal.

Lady Moon rolled her eyes. "Meekal... There's a man who's always at the Bitter End with one wooden leg named Wooden Bob."

"What's his other leg named?"

"SHUT UP, MEEKAL!" everyone yelled.

"Thank you. Anyway," continued Lady Moon, "I was trying to get ideas for an epic to write. No ideas were coming. So I was sitting at the Bitter End thinking who do I know that has led an exciting life of adventure?"

King Arcon blushed.

"So I see Wooden Bob over at the bar and it comes to me. You don't get a wooden leg sitting around all day!"

King Arcon stopped blushing.

"So I called him over. I said, 'Let me buy you a Fresca.' He sat down and I asked him, 'How did you get that wooden leg?" And this is the story he told me:

It was many years ago... I was walking along, on both legs, mind you, through the Arconian forest when I hear a woman screaming. I start running through the trees and bushes and that's when I see these two big guys carrying a young maiden off. I quickly drew my sword and yelled, "Unhand that woman!"

"Who's gonna make us... You?" laughed one of them.

"I sure am," I answered.

"Hold her," he told the other one and he let his half go. He drew his sword and approached me. Our swords came together with magnificient force. He was strong, but back then, so was I. At first, he had the upper hand, but then he tripped over a root, landing on the ground with a thud. I stepped on his hand, forcing him to let go of his sword and I kicked it away.

His buddy saw he was in trouble and he let the girl go to help his friend. I yelled at her, "Run!" She did. So did I.

We ran for twenty minutes before we stopped to catch our breath. I asked her her name. She said it was Bernadette. I told her mine was Bob. Before we could get anymore acquainted we heard her kidnappers tromping through the woods. We continued to run.

By the time the sun was beginning to set we had reached a small farming village on the outskirts of the forest. We hid in a barn. We climbed into the loft and buried ourselves in the hay. With our hearts pounding and our lungs gasping, we waited. The two men never found us and we fell asleep together in the hay.

A few hours later she woke me up. It was the middle of the night. She thanked me for saving her. She told me that her father had owed them money and they took her as payment. I was transfixed by her eyes as she told me this story. They were a beautiful hazel color. Her long brown hair, with peices of hay inbedded in it, flowed majestically from her head and cascaded off her shoulders.

She smiled at me and asked, "May I reward you for saving me?"

I told her, "No." My father had taught me that living a good life and doing good deeds was it's own reward.

She asked again, "Isn't there anything I could do to repay you?" The moonlight danced on the soft skin of her face.

Once again I said, "No. No reward is neccessary."

But she insisted. "Please, let me show you my gratitude!" The lips she spoke with were thin, smooth, and pouty.

For the final time I turned down her offer and we fell asleep once again. In the morning we parted ways. She went back home and I continued my youthful search for adventure.

Lady Moon stopped and looked around at everyone at the campfire. They were hanging on her every word. "It's at that time," she said, "I asked Wooden Bob what that had to do with losing his leg. And he answered, 'Years after that, I finally realized what the reward was she was offering and I fell off my horse.'"

Lady Moon sat back down. "Next."

[DamedEscrime]

hahaha hohoho hehehe ROFL!!!!!

[Foil Girl]

BRavo! Bravo, tellurine!!

[Iwant2bafencer]

Lol!! great again again!

[Lord Tellurine]

Lady Moon was now sitting away from the group and Meekal, once again rejected by her, rejoined everyone. "I got a story," he said meakly.

"Tell it," said Nicholas, his arm around Willow.

"Okay." Meekal's foot scraped against the ground and he noticed Queen Zelda leave the group to sit next to Moon. "Um... This is a story about a prince who falls in love with a princess." He cleared his throat. "Once upon a time there was a prince. He fell in love with a princess." He stood silent for a moment.

Willow prompted, "Why did he fall in love with this princess?"

"She saved him," he said simply. "She saved him from a life of unhappiness. She came into his life and took him from everything that was bad and gave him everything that was good. One person who knew them were eager to have them marry." Everyone smiled at the touching story. "Although the part where they were tied to a stalagmite wasn't that romantic."

"Meekal!" cried the voice of Lady Moon. A rock went flying through the air and hit him. He picked it up and looked at it.

"Do I know you?"

[Iwant2bafencer]

Can I tell a story or is it for members of the adventure only?

[Lord Tellurine]

Our adventurers include: Lady Moon, Meekal the Daft, Oddledoodle, Willow, Nicholas, Queen Zelda, King Arcon, a dozen Arconian guards... ect... Use one of them to "tell" your story. For my stories I used Lady Moon and Meekal. We're all comfortable enough with our characters to lend them to someone for a post.

[Moonitic]

For continuity's sake, you can say you "happened upon" us in the woods...so jump right in & tell a campfire tale.

[Lord Tellurine]

As Meekal the Daft sat down to get acquainted with his new rock, Oddeldoodle, the not-so-great Wizard, stood up.

The tip of his long white beard curled in the evening breeze. His old wrinkled face was given new youth by the flickering flames of the bonfire and his eyes glowed mysteriously. "I have a story to tell," he said.

"Excellent," replied King Arcon with a warm smile. "We would love to hear your story."

Oddeldoodle shook his head slightly. "You will not love this story after you hear it. It is the story of how my brother came to hate me and his vow to someday destroy Arconia."

Murmurs spread throughout the crowd. It was well known that Oddeldoodle’s brother was Oddeldiah, a powerful dark wizard who resided in Muu, but the news of Oddeldiah’s hatred for Arconia came as a shock. "What do mean?" asked a worried Arcon. "Why should Oddeldiah destroy Arconia? We’ve done nothing to him."

"It’ll all be explained in my story." And Oddeldoodle began…

It was a very long time ago. My brother and I lived with our family in southern Arconia. We had just reached the age where we could start attending Wizard School. My brother was convinced he would get first chair in magic class. First chair is when you get the highest score on the magic aptitude test the first day of school. The student who sat in the first chair got special privileges and helped the teacher give lessons. I had no reason to doubt my brother’s boast. On warm sunny days I would take walks through the fields of flowers and herbs that covered the hills near our family’s home, while Oddeldiah stayed inside and studied our father’s books of magic. He was very eager for his age. It was more than once that my brother got in trouble for trying a spell that was too powerful for him to control.

On our first day of school we arrived at the old Wizard Tower hidden deep in the forests of southern Arconia. It was my first time meeting wizards that weren’t family members. In front of the tower stood all of the young wizards who had come to learn magic. The first one I had the nerve to introduce myself to was a skinny kid named Brimhorn. You may know him now as Brimhorn the Great, rest his soul, but back then he was just skinny old Brimhorn with the wizard robe that was two sizes too big.

Anyway, I introduced myself and his eyes grew wide. He pointed at me and said, "On your forehead. You have a scar. Is it the scar you received from He Who Must Not Be Mentioned Ever Ever Ever?"

"No," I answered, wiping my forehead with my sleeve and looking at it. "It is strawberry preserves from my dad who can’t eat breakfast and talk at the same time without spitting."

"Oh," said Brimhorn, a little disappointed. "Well, it is nice to meet you, anyway." He shook my hand. "I’m very nervous about today," he confided in me. "My father expects me to be first chair in magic."

"Don’t bet on it," said my brother Oddeldiah, who had been listening in. "I’m going to be first chair." He walked away in a huff.

"Who was that kid who looked just like you?" asked Brimhorn.

"My twin brother, Oddeldiah."

He glanced at my brother and me again. "You two don’t do any of those weird twin things, like dress the same, or pretend to be one another, do you?"

"No," I answered solemnly. "My brother doesn’t do anything that’s fun. If I laugh at something, he glowers. If I skip over the hills of green grass, he sits inside. If I open the window to let in the fresh spring air, he’ll open a jar of stewed lizard gizzards."

"I have an uncle who about as fun as that."

"What’s he like?"

"Dead." We both laughed and were interrupted by the school bell starting the school day.

The classroom was filled with chairs and desks with one that sat right in the front. So far in front in fact that it touched the teacher’s desk. That desk was avoided when everyone took his seat. Everyone knew that that was the first chair and it had yet to be decided who would sit in it. The teacher was Master Oldfinkle. After writing his name on the chalkboard with a floating piece of chalk he told us we were all very lucky to be at the Arconia Wizards Training Tower and that they were the only wizard school left that had not been taken over by He Who Must Not Be Mentioned Ever Ever Ever, the most powerful dark wizard ever. The first order of business was to do the aptitude test. Master Oldfinkle passed them out and three hours later collected them.

After lunch we returned to class to hear the results. Master Oldfinkle was very excited as he announced that two students had gotten the highest scores ever. The students were Brimhorn and Oddeldiah. Oddeldiah demanded to know who would get to sit in the first chair. Oldfinkle said, "The matter will be decided by the student with the next highest score. Oddeldoodle."

All eyes came to me. I couldn’t speak. I think I was more in shock by my high score than anything else. My brother snarled, "Oddeldoodle, you stupid twit! Decide who gets first chair!"

I knew that the first chair student would teach the class when Master Oldfinkle was called away and I didn’t want to be taught by my brother. He would be as interesting as a dead stump. So I said, "Brimhorn."

The whole class exploded. Brimhorn was…. Well, brimming with happiness. My brother was fuming. He stood and announced, "What kind of a stupid school is it that would have a skinny wimp like him as first chair? I hate this school! I hate Brimhorn! I hate Arconia! And I hate my brother! Before I die I will make sure that each of these things are wiped from the face of the planet! I’m going to find a school that will appreciate me!" And with that he left.

Oddeldoodle was interrupted by a large crack from the bonfire. He took a deep breath. "He left to study with He Who Must Not Be Mentioned Ever Ever Ever." Oddeldoodle smiled a strange smile. "Oddeldiah eventually killed him when he found out that the only reason he didn’t want to be mentioned was because his name was Irving. The school no longer exists, but not because of my brother. Funding problems. Brimhorn lived a full life until a mountain fell on him, but my brother claims he was nowhere near the mountain when it happened. That only leaves two things he must do before he dies. Destroy me and destroy Arconia. My brother doesn’t have much to live for. He is old and the thought of revenge is the only thing that is keeping his dark heart alive. I did not fear his youthful threat until recently when he helped Lord Tellurine in his attempt to take the Arconian Castle. But that in itself is a ray of hope. He is too weak to travel to do his own dirty work. I shall keep an eye on him and make sure that he does not come anywhere near Arconia. That is my pledge to you, King Arcon."

King Arcon stood and shook the wizard’s hand. "Very good, Oddledoodle. Your brother, Oddeldiah will not make us nervous as long as we have you on our side."

Everyone around the fire was nervous.

[ 08-17-2001: Message edited by: Lord Tellurine ]

[arcon]

Bravo Lord Tellurine, bravo. Im very impressed and thankful for your creative contributions to fantasy land and to the Arconian tales of adventure. I sincerely hope it will continue to be source of enjoyment for you. Im sure i can speak for many others that its been an enjoyment for us.(your writing)
good day,sincerely yours
Arcon of Arconia

[Lord Tellurine]

The pleasure has been all mine, King Arcon. My good friend Moonitic asked me to come aboard and I've been having lots of fun since. Summer is my slow period (I am an actor) and this was a good place to release some creative energies. Although things are beginning to pick up for me (I'm currently in rehearsal for two different shows)I will try to pop in whenever I can.

Yours in Treachory,

Lord Tellurine

[Iwant2bafencer]

What shows would they be my evil lord? You don't have to say if you don't want to or you can't. I am taking Drama this year and am going to try out for musical theator! (Yes I know my spelling sux dont pay attention to it.) What kind of acting do you do the most?
P.S. I'll try to put in my story tonight.

Lady Rosaline

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Capre Diem

[Lord Tellurine]

I am rehearsing for a sketch comedy show (Normally I do improv comedy, which needs no rehearsal) and I'm rehearsing for a children's theatre group who do assemblies at elementary schools getting the kids excited about creative writing. We first show them how fun and easy it is to write stories and then we come back a few months later and perform their stories in front of the school.

[Iwant2bafencer]

Thats Awesome! I think it is cool when people do that for the kids! I can't wait to get into acting!

[three_hundred_fifty_five]

Originally posted by arcon:
<STRONG>Ok, in this thread use your imagination .....you may tell a story within a story. Like your own personal account of something in another thread. Or you may tell a story about your past(about your character(in fantasy, please.)any fantasy related story is OK.

P.S. These can be old arconian incidents from the past( a way to inform our new arconians). Or....they can be scary .....
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.....
</STRONG>

Scary Story
by three_hundred_fifty_five

There was man with a hidden identity. His pen name was Arcon. He pretended to have power. Other people pretended he was in power and sucked up to him for no apparent reason. You figure it out.