And then one evening........ (My 1st attempt at writing. Don't laugh)

[SteveMcDonough]

A traveller from the place to the west was passing through Arconia. He was shabby, and tired from his travels. He set up a small camp near a tree. It bore fruit he had never tasted in his homeland, and on one bite, the man became rested. His sores began to heal and he was no longer thirsty.
He lit his fire, and was watching the sunset, when two strangers aproached him from the direction of the city. He could make out thier sillhouettes against the flame-red sky, and they were both females.
One carried a bladder, and the other, a basket. He could also see that they wore swords...
"Good day, sir." one said. He jumped to his feet, and the taller of the two grabbed for the rapier on her belt.
"Hey." he said, calmly. "I'm here on good peace".
She slowly eased her grip. "Why are you here?" said the other. "I'm just passing. I was just going to stay here tonight, then move on." he replied. The first took out the bladder. "You must be thirsty. Take water?" she said, passing the canteen. "I am Zelda, and this is Mango. We live in the city." she said. She offered her hand, and the man could tell that, as she offered the bladder with her right, and her left hand to shake, she was probably skilled with the sword under her cloak. "I am Steve." he said, smiling.
"After you have drunk, why not come back to the city tonight? We have an Inn where you can stay. Do you have any money?" said Mango.
He could tell she was still wary of him.
He took out a small leather bag from his belt, and emptied some gold and silver coins into his palm. The two Arconians looked at the coins, then to eachother. They turned thier backs to him, and started whispering to eachother.
A minute or so later rhey faced him again, and Zelda said "You do not carry our currency, But you have gold. One of those coins will get you into the inn for a week, though. Come on." The man stood up, kicked out the fire, picked up his belongings and started walking towards the city. "Wait. We'll take your sword." said one of his hosts. He couldn't see which, as the sun had really set, and was in his eyes. To show that he meant no harm to these people, he unbuckled his sword and gave it up.
On the way back to the city, he learned about arconia, its' good King, Arcon, and it's many brave knights, who would gladly die fighting for him.
As they reached the city gates, he said "I understand you have Knights, in case of invasion, but what about crimes? Don't you have a sherriff?"
"You'll have to talk to the king about that." said Zelda. "The Inn's this way.".....

part 2...

.....The two Arconians led the man through the city, and as they neared a small marketplace, the man began to feel more easy. Perhaps it was the friendly manner of the traders. "This is the main square" said Mango. "Should you require anything, it is open from sunrise until sunset. the wares are fairly priced and always fresh." It was now about two hours after sunset, and the stallmen were finishing packing up. They rounded a bend in the street, and came to a squat timber frame building, with a green and red sign that read: "Moon House". "This is it." said Zelda. "Tell them you were brought here by us. they will not charge." They walked away. This puzzled him slightly. Why would they offer special privellege, on those grounds? Steve entered the inn, via the low front doorway. Inside was a bar to the left, a staircase leading up in front of him and numbered rooms to his right. He walked to the bar, and was met by a small man, in an apron who was cleaning glasses. Above the bar, were two crossed swords. "How long?" said the barman, bluntly, as he pulled a pint of ale, and placed it on the counter. "Sorry?" asked Steve. "How long are ye stayin' for?" replied the barkeep, not looking up from a pewter tankard he was drying. "Uh.. I'm not sure. Probably about a week- I was brought here by Mango and Zelda. They said you'd..." He stopped, as the barman dropped the tankard. "What business d' ye have with them royals?" Steve sputtered. "Pardon me?" He half-chocked the words. "Ah! Typical! She divvin't telt ye. Zelda is queen of Arconia." He laughed. "I understand now. A word of advice, though. Divvint telt anyone who ye was with. Just be yeself." He picked up the tankard, wiped it on his apron, and hung it on a hook, next to some others. Steve noticed they all had plaques underneath them engraved with names. One read Moonitic, another, Angel. there were about 150 in all, each with a plate underneath. "They've all got one, Even the knights." said the barman. He reached down behind the counter, and procuced another tankard and put it on a hook with a blank nameplate. "You'll be staying a bit longer than a week, matey. I guarantee it. I'll be showin' ye to your room now.... "

Part 3:

Later that night, he was awoken by loud shouting in the street outside the inn. He rolled over, and lit the small candle by his bed, went to the window and looked out onto the street. He could see a short man, who was obviously drunk, arguing with some others. "Come on, Spacey. You're not helping yourself here" Steve heard a tall person with a cloak say. "I'm NOT Space" said the drunkard. "I am George Washington! General."
"This guy's a nutter" Steve thought to himself. "All your plotting are now belong to us!" Space laughed. A shorter man, turned to the person in the cloak. "let him be, Ledgerto. He'll pass out in a few minutes. Let's just go home." Ledgerto took the hood down, and Steve could see that it was a lady, and he thought she was quite attractive. She turned her face to his window. "Sorry about the noise!" she said. "Our village idiot... He's quite mad, and tonight he thinks he's George Washington!" The shorter person turned to Spaced. "Now look. You're waking everybody. Why don't you just turn it in for tonight?"
Space stopped shouting and stood there for a few seconds. Ledgerto moved toward him, and placed her hand on his shoulder. Space turned to face her, Someone drew thier sword - there was a noise, like a chain being dragged through soil, and Ledgerto was kneeling on the cobbled street, holding her stomach. The other one ran to Ledgerto, and kneeled beside her. Steve could tell that they too were a lady. He couldn't hear what she was saying only the words "Why", "Ledgerto" "Dead" and "Sister".
Space turned sharply around and ran off into the night, howling "I AM SCRUBDEATH! YOU ARE DEFEATED!"....

Part Four:

Steve quickly got dressed, neglecting his shoes, and ran down stairs into the street to where Ledgerto lay. A crazed maniacal laugh rang out through the dark alleys, and He turned to face it, and he could now hear where it was coming from. He ran after the sound, his bare feet being torn on the rough cobbles, until he got near the laughter. He drew his sword silently, covering the blade with his cloak, so as not to reflect any light, and also to muffle any sound. He stood at the end of a dark alley some 60 foot long. Two buck rats wrestled in the gutters about half way down, and he could see them. Suddenly they stopped, and scuttled off to behind a barrel, and a silhouette emerged from the shadows at the other end. He could see the pommel of Washington’s sword, still in it’s scabbard. “It’s your fault, traveler. You just watched.” Mocked the shadowy figure. Steve walked slowly down towards the shape, sword under his cloak, stopping level with the barrel. It had begun to rain by now, but the heat made it humid.
“ I just want to talk.” He said calmly. He wasn’t sure if Washington could even hear him, but he felt slightly better… It had broken the tense silence, and he didn’t feel so alone. There was long pause. The only movement was the rain, and even the rats had gone to find somewhere dry, until George, who had kept his arms folded, or behind his back-it was impossible to tell, held them out straight from his sides, palms up. “All you people ever want to do is talk! Why don’t you LISTEN for once?” In a second George Washington had dropped his right arm, drew his sword, and started a run at Steve, who dropped his own sword, and grabbed the lid off the barrel, holding it up in front of him. George was about eight feet away, when Steve leapt to the side, and followed the swing with the barrel lid, smashing it into George’s face, who let out a yelp like a wounded puppy, and crashed to the floor onto his back, unconscious.
Steve discarded the shield, and took the cord from his cloak, binding George’s hands and feet. “Sleep it off in the Inn”. He said, smugly. He secretly cursed himself for such a stupid stunt, but thankful it had worked.
Four hours later, In the bar of the Inn, George stirred. His face was badly bruised, but nothing was broken. “ It’s a pity that..”, Steve thought as he poured a bucket of water over his prisoner’s face. George spluttered. “ You’re back then?” said the bartender. He wasn’t happy about having been woken up, let alone having a murderer on his bar floor. “What the hell…?” mumbled Washington. “Shut it, Georgie!” commanded Steve. “Georgie? Who the hell’s that? My name’s not Georgie, it’s Space!” Steve flashed a look at the bartender. Who looked almost as confused as Steve and Space put together…...

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The plop thickens, guys. Stay Tuned.
I can't wait to see what happens in next week's episode...

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Please ignore any punctuation/spelling/grammar/plot.
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Steve.


[This message has been edited by SteveMcDonough (edited 07-09-2001).]

[This message has been edited by SteveMcDonough (edited 07-09-2001).]

[mango fever]

it's good - keep on writing!- the plot thickens
As a knight-nurse, I suppose I carry the "bladder", i haven't heard that word used like that in a long time.

[Fencing Angel]

Steve,

i would have seriously hurt the person who told you that wasn't anygood.. that was great.. keep going. i would love to see more..


Sir Angelo

[Moonitic]

You did a fine job!

Please gang, don't be afraid to write. It's not as mystical as it seems. Just tell the story!

[Fencing Angel]

thanks for saying that moon.. good advice... from a pro writer...

Sir Angelo

[SteveMcDonough]

By the sun of Arconia!lol
I just finished, and I have 3 replies!

Thanks.



[This message has been edited by SteveMcDonough (edited 06-22-2001).]

[Willow]

Whoo-hoo!! More to the story, please!

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does Elvis talk to you?

[Fencing Angel]

what does that tell you steve?? write more...

And more to come, Sir Steve. Welcome to Arconia. Nice "first."

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You CAN teach old dogs new tricks.

[SteveMcDonough]

It's 5am here in england... I'll sleep now and do some more in the morning!

That little lot took 4 hours!
That's why books take 3 years to write! lol

[Zelda]

KEWL! I'm a queen of independent means!!! I like that, keep going!!!!

[SteveMcDonough]

I figured that to have the queen just sitting there would be a bit boring, so I incorporated you a smidge.
Was that okay? If anyone doesn't wish to be incorporated, let me know, and I can edit.

Next part commencing now.... lol

Yours, attempting to writingly,

Steve.


[This message has been edited by SteveMcDonough (edited 06-23-2001).]

May I suggest that you read the other threads before you use a character? Only because it would be awkward to have us in too many places at one time.
LOL
Dame

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You CAN teach old dogs new tricks.

[SteveMcDonough]

Part 2's up.


Steve.

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[Fencing Angel]

well done steve.. love to see more..


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[Zelda]

As Queen I DEMAND MORE!

[SteveMcDonough]

Okay.

I have to go to the shops first.



Steve

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[Moonitic]

Hey Steve! You're a writer! Welcome to the club. Here's your pin. ----->

Ok, so it's an arrow...nice pins are too expensive!

[Moonitic]

P.S.

G.W. must not have read the post, since I said it was an arrow, not a pin (as in something that you wear). So much for a mistake. Too bad he didn't get what was said.

They're so pathetic when they have nothing better to do with their lives...

Anyway, keep it up, Steve. It's not as hard as it seems.

[SteveMcDonough]

AGH! no more ideas! I'l keep thinking though.

That bartender of mine's an arsehole. I might kill him---Because I can.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHhahahahahahahah!
hahahah!

ha.

Thanks for the comments.