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Quote from: Wolf Link on January 28, 2007, 06:49:44 PM
Leandra is my number one lady, and thats the truth.
oh so are you together now?and here's what I copied, it's part of my story that I sent in to jack as proof of my writing style. Read it if you want, I'm told it's not bad...
The noon sun cast its bright glare over a small settlement seated on the bank of the river Learian. The village consisted hundreds of simple shale houses lining the Learian's wavy path, along with a few floating platforms for fishing. These were the commoners houses, and the house in which our protagonist, or should I say protagonists, live. However, we will get back to that later, that is of little relation to what I shall be telling you. Now, these houses were arranged in two rows, so a wide road, elegantly ornamented with the many of the finest stalls imaginable, and served as the main source of supplies and food for the common folk. Near the center of the 'Market Street", as it was called, the path widened into an immense village square. Lining the sides of the square were the houses of the rich, and the posh stalls in the center contained only the finest in silks and blacksmiths. Now, being next to the Learian gave this town, called Vali-ur, very fertile soil, so it isn't surprising that there were farmhouses spread all over the plains to the north, and great enclosures filled with happy livestock, and slaughter houses filled with not-so-happy livestock. To the west were the Gareth Mountains, and on the other side of the river were the Gol'darin Mountains. These peaks provided the herbalists in town with most of the supplies they needed, and their streams were tributaries to the Learian. To the south was the Aire Forest, which was the home to many strange creatures seen nowhere else, some friendly, some dangerous. Vali-ur was a town well known for its produce, fishing, and livestock, but their proudest accomplishment was not a matter of trade, but rather a statement of power. Behind the town square, nestled in the corner of the Gareth Mountains and the Aire forest, was a gigantic building, larger than any of the rich homes like those in the square. This building was none other than the Glade Academy of the Art of War. In it, the most promising young strategists, fighters, and rangers were instructed by none other than Minol Glade, the hero of the Gareth campaign, which lead to the settlers' defeat of the Fire Brigade, a merciless group of looters who had traveled the continent, gaining power and losing enemies. Glade himself had struck the final blow, a crossbow shot from 5000 yards between the shoulder blades of their commander as he fled from an ambush. Nothing had been seen or heard of the Brigade since then. He was, however, injured when one of the celebrating soldiers threw his javelin in the air in triumph. The weapon tore a gash down Glade's right arm and ripped out the tissue, leaving it too weak for battle. Since then, he has started the academy, which just so happens to be the location of three young teenagers, each exceptionally skilled in his role, and each unknowingly fated to play an important role in the story I am about to impart to you.
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The gentle breeze blew lazily northward, swirling around and caressing the body of a twelve year old boy, lifting his dark blonde mop top to reveal the light blue headband underneath. Ripples spread through his blue tunic with a yellow vertical line down each arm. One of his eyes was closed, while the other clear sapphire that was his right eye sighted along the shaft on an arrow notched on his bowstring. He released the end of the shaft, and the arrow struck true, passing through the center of three plump red fruit. Before it hit the ground he yanked on a string which he had tied to the arrow, bringing the food along with it. He pulled one of and rubbed it on his shirt before tossing it to his friends on the wall.
"Nice one, Colt." Said the person on the left as he caught the fruit, his face covered in sweat. "I should have chosen archery. You don't have to carry any heavy equipment, you're away from the fight... why the hell did I choose fencing?"
The other one smirked as he accepted his treat. "Quit bawling, Marcus, I remember you said archery was for cowards. Whatever happened to the glory of combat?"
"It melted away in my fencing suit, along with about fifteen pounds. Come on Kris, surely you have some regrets about choosing to deal in swords?" Marcus grumbled, staring unpleasantly at the hole in his snack where the arrow had been.
Kris was already half done with his fruit, and looked disdainfully at Marcus' whole one. "Actually, I don't regret choosing the sword. It's the weapon my father chose and my father's father... and I am named after a blade after all, and so were my father and grandfather."
Colt sat down next to his friends after cleaning the apple mush off his arrow. "You know Kris; I'm sensing a massive lack of creativity in your family."
Marcus tentatively took a small bite. "You...are sure this is in no way infected with anything? It looks a little brown inside to me..."
Colt sighed and hung his head. "That's because you haven't eaten it."
"But remember last time? I got sick then!"
"That's because you ate the stem, oh paranoid one."
Suddenly Kris doubled over choking. As Colt pounded him on the back, Marcus yelled in a somewhat triumphant tone, "I told you it wasn't safe!"
Kris gave one last cough and a small piece of paper came out of his mouth. He picked it up and blushed, even though his face was so red you couldn't tell. "It's fine... I forgot to take the sticker off the apple, that's all."
"Hey, you lazy bums get in here or I'll have Jared stick his javelin in yer rear!
"And I'd do it too!
"Of course you would, Jared. Good boy."
Marcus sighed as he bent over and put his fencing mask back on. "Well, guess we got to go. I'm going to dive in the Learian if it gets any hotter."
"I'm gonna throw you in if you don't stop complaining!"
msn a_604@hotmail.com hehe, a girl from school, just happened to be the last thing I copied, lol.
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Quote from: Vaati on February 01, 2007, 12:28:29 PM
Quote from: Hi no Seijin on January 28, 2007, 06:48:08 PM
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How the heck did you get THAT smiley!? :o
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"lol i just saw the video clip of famous last words....and gerard is quite scary ohwell scary is the new um new yeah"
Dude!!! He was so funny, scary, it made him soooo adorable!! DUDE!!! IT WAS SOOO CUTE!!! AND FUNNY!!! DUUUUUDE!!!!
"CODEGIRLcodegir: Make sure you get their autographs."
Lol I'll say, "You don't have to sign this if you don't want to." 'Cause if I say, "Would you please sign this?" it'll make me think I'm forcing them. DX
"L-O-L. I don't deserve "Gee"? Dude, I like their music. Gerard Way much more attractive with white hair; that doesn't mean I don't deserve to listen to his band's music. ATTRACTIVE. Not, "OMGZZSH I LUV HIM SO MUCH LAWLZ!" But I'm not going to care if I upset some obsessed little teeny bopper."
No no no! I mean you don't deserve to MARRY Gee! Gosh! Why do I have to be so sensitive!? Duh... I love MCR too much... And I'm not a little teeny bopper. Well I am used to his powdery white hair, he was cuter because the first time I saw him was w/ white hair so it grew on me but I love them no matter what dudes... ::)
"too many posts, mcr r overrated. they r dull and unoriginal. gerard cant sing, i think stump can sing better than him. and that really is saying something"
Duuude listen to what you want. I'll just keep my anger inside of me... ::)