DAMURDOC
04-14-2006, 09:39 PM
This is not a fanfic, more of an original creation but I cannot find any board to post my story in, so I chose this section.
Here is a prelude of a short story that will maybe grow into a full fledged story one day. I am french canadian and it's a first time for me so please comment and correct if needed, thank you for your time.
The street was busy, the merchants were roaring their latest articles with sheer determination. Crowds of people were walking down the greatly occupied alley. It was ironic how the man both adored and despised this area. So easy to rob the puny merchants but yet so difficult to evade the numerous eyes of the city watch. He halted his inspection and continued on his path, he had business elsewhere and wasn’t about to buy a basket of fruit or new equipement anytime soon. He paused after a short pace and glanced at structure on his right. In front of him was an entrance horned by a magically red glowing sign who proudly registered the name “Redshaft”. Entering the Tavern he smiled at the sigh. The room held a particulary low ceiling made for the everyday costumer. It was perfect for a typical human but inconvenient for the shortest of the barbarian. In front of him was a small bar and a number of rectangular tables disorganized here and there. The man was pleased, it was like home in a nation he abhorred so much. He stepped to the bar evading the tables and the glances of inquiring citizens to reach an odd looking curly haired halfing wearing a light green robe, apparently the owner.
“What would it be for you?” The halfing asked sitting on a very tall stool
“I am looking for rodnal” The man responded in a low voice
“The scroll?” The halfing returned crossing his chubby arms on his chest.
The man tossed his cloak aside revealing both the scroll and his weaponry.
“Samon you are?” The halfing questioned after examining the scroll
The man, Samon nodded.
Rodnal looked at samon closely, Samon was a medium sized man, from his head came long dark hair that would reach his shoulder. His eyes, darker than his cloak, showed determination and professionalism.. The human wore a entire dark leather armor and a cloak sitting closely on his head and shoulders. The Halfling was persuaded that this man was indeed from the guild in Londale, nobody was foolish enough to cover himself in dark outfit, in the city of Highlakes without having complete confidence in his ability in stealth.
The halfling was delighted, he knew he could use this man for any task desired, and he knew he had plenty of missions each and everyone of them more daring and dangerous then the other. But Rodnal had no need of puny gold or equipement, he was already an accomplished thief. He had something else in mind, something big and dangerously troublesome to aquire, an artifact, something he would let someone do the dirty work.
“Lester!” Rodnal shouted “Lester!!!”
“Yes Roddy!” a voice answered to the call.
From a little door came another halfing bearing a blacksmith uniform stained with ale and armed with a kitchen knife
“You replace me, I will be in my room” Rodnal ordered
The little hafling nodded and climbed the stool.
Here is a prelude of a short story that will maybe grow into a full fledged story one day. I am french canadian and it's a first time for me so please comment and correct if needed, thank you for your time.
The street was busy, the merchants were roaring their latest articles with sheer determination. Crowds of people were walking down the greatly occupied alley. It was ironic how the man both adored and despised this area. So easy to rob the puny merchants but yet so difficult to evade the numerous eyes of the city watch. He halted his inspection and continued on his path, he had business elsewhere and wasn’t about to buy a basket of fruit or new equipement anytime soon. He paused after a short pace and glanced at structure on his right. In front of him was an entrance horned by a magically red glowing sign who proudly registered the name “Redshaft”. Entering the Tavern he smiled at the sigh. The room held a particulary low ceiling made for the everyday costumer. It was perfect for a typical human but inconvenient for the shortest of the barbarian. In front of him was a small bar and a number of rectangular tables disorganized here and there. The man was pleased, it was like home in a nation he abhorred so much. He stepped to the bar evading the tables and the glances of inquiring citizens to reach an odd looking curly haired halfing wearing a light green robe, apparently the owner.
“What would it be for you?” The halfing asked sitting on a very tall stool
“I am looking for rodnal” The man responded in a low voice
“The scroll?” The halfing returned crossing his chubby arms on his chest.
The man tossed his cloak aside revealing both the scroll and his weaponry.
“Samon you are?” The halfing questioned after examining the scroll
The man, Samon nodded.
Rodnal looked at samon closely, Samon was a medium sized man, from his head came long dark hair that would reach his shoulder. His eyes, darker than his cloak, showed determination and professionalism.. The human wore a entire dark leather armor and a cloak sitting closely on his head and shoulders. The Halfling was persuaded that this man was indeed from the guild in Londale, nobody was foolish enough to cover himself in dark outfit, in the city of Highlakes without having complete confidence in his ability in stealth.
The halfling was delighted, he knew he could use this man for any task desired, and he knew he had plenty of missions each and everyone of them more daring and dangerous then the other. But Rodnal had no need of puny gold or equipement, he was already an accomplished thief. He had something else in mind, something big and dangerously troublesome to aquire, an artifact, something he would let someone do the dirty work.
“Lester!” Rodnal shouted “Lester!!!”
“Yes Roddy!” a voice answered to the call.
From a little door came another halfing bearing a blacksmith uniform stained with ale and armed with a kitchen knife
“You replace me, I will be in my room” Rodnal ordered
The little hafling nodded and climbed the stool.