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FM licked the first three fingers of his right hand and stroked his eyebrows, smoothing them down. He turned at, white robes with simple gold embroidery down the front swishing around him as he heard the guard approach.
FM was standing in a simple square room, with four braziers, one in each corner, all burning different colours. These weren’t normal flames however, as they did not give off coloured light, and the room remained smokeless, with a white light seeming to emanate from the walls and floor, with no shadows forming. In the middle of the room were two pedestals, about four feet apart. On top of them was a box. In it was FM’s father. FM turned as the guard stopped, bowing.
“Master.” Said Sniper, raising his head, looking into FM’s cold, hard eyes.
“You have your mission? You are ready to leave?”
“Yes Master.”
“Good.” FM turned back to look at the coffin, licking his fingers and rubbings his eyebrows again as he spoke. “This is just the first part my friend. I will have my revenge, I do not know when, but I will/”
“Yes Master.” There was an edge of concern in Snipers voice.
“What is wrong, my friend?”
“I do not know, Master. I think I am worrying with no reason.”
“Ah. You are concerned about the book, yes?” Sniper lowered his eyes. “Do not fear. I will find the book. MY magic grows with each passing month, soon I will have the power needed to find the book. Then, when it is mine, I will have unimaginable power!” FM felt a shiver run up his spine as he closed his eyes, imagining the power he would wield. He looked at Sniper. “You have your orders.”
“Yes Master Meister.”
“Go. Be swift, and do not fail me.” Sniper turned and left the room.
FM turned back to the coffin. As he walked around it, his fingers traced the inscription carved into the stone. He knew them all, word for word, but their feel comforted him. They were instructions on how to travel the underworld.
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Wrath exploded through Meka’s mind. He screamed “No!” in a murderous rage as he leapt off the rock. With both hands he brought the sword up while still in mid-air. When he hit the ground he recoiled, swinging it around from behind in an arc. The sword whistled with its speed. The man had turned as Meka hit the ground. Seeing Meka coming, he brought his own sword up defensively, with lightning speed.
Meka watched as if in a dream as his sword come around. Every ounce of his strength went into trying to make the sword go truer, go faster. Be deadlier. The magic raged with his need. Meka looked from the mans sword, hard into the steel blue eyes. Mekas sword followed the track of his eyes, he heard himself still screaming. The man held his sword straight up, to deflect the blow.
Everything else around the man dissolved in Mekas vision. His anger, the magic, was unleashed like never before. No power on earth could deny him the mans blood.
He finished his arc, the sword coming round at eye height to the side of the mans head. It shattered through the mans sword, and exploded through his chainmail hood, bits of molten twisted metal flying off into the undergrowth. The sword continued its journey, making contact with the mans skull, and continuing through, out the other side of his head.
Bits of bone blood and brain flew up into the air as the early morning air was filled with a cloud of red mist. Steaks of blood covered Meka, dripped down his body, dribbled off his sword as he slowly lowered the point to the ground.
The mans body crumpled slowly to the ground, blood pumping out over the ground, mixing with the puddles already there. Meka could feel the cold mist help cool his body.
“Meka!” Meka awoke, a sheen of sweat over his whole body. “Meka, my brother, are you alright?” asked Grix.
“It was that dream.”
“Again?” Meka nodded in reply.
“Come on, get up, we have to meet the others soon.”
“Who?”
“You know, the others from the village. Dan2K1, Venombyte and Ant.”
“What about er-no, and YH?”
“They said they had something to do. They will meet us later.” Grix helped his brother to sit up.
“Ok, give me a few minutes." Grix nodded and left the room. Meka put his head in his hands as he thought about the dream.
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“Master Meister?” FM looked around.
“Yes?”
“I have some bad news Lord, about Sniper.”
“He hasn’t dies again has he?”
“Yes Lord, he fell off his horse.”
“How did that kill him?”
“Into the moat.”
“He can swim.”
“Yes Lord, but as he tried to climb out, he must have pulled the lever, the one you ordered put in?”
“I vaguely remember.”
“That let the piranhas in.”
“Ah. I should have expected something like this. He has a whole bloody palace to have his accidents in. I put all that sponge about so he wouldn’t hurt himself, and yet he falls into the piranha moat. Amazing. Nevermind, he will be back by now. Tell him to continue with his task. Tell him to be more careful next time.”
FM was standing in a simple square room, with four braziers, one in each corner, all burning different colours. These weren’t normal flames however, as they did not give off coloured light, and the room remained smokeless, with a white light seeming to emanate from the walls and floor, with no shadows forming. In the middle of the room were two pedestals, about four feet apart. On top of them was a box. In it was FM’s father. FM turned as the guard stopped, bowing.
“Master.” Said Sniper, raising his head, looking into FM’s cold, hard eyes.
“You have your mission? You are ready to leave?”
“Yes Master.”
“Good.” FM turned back to look at the coffin, licking his fingers and rubbings his eyebrows again as he spoke. “This is just the first part my friend. I will have my revenge, I do not know when, but I will/”
“Yes Master.” There was an edge of concern in Snipers voice.
“What is wrong, my friend?”
“I do not know, Master. I think I am worrying with no reason.”
“Ah. You are concerned about the book, yes?” Sniper lowered his eyes. “Do not fear. I will find the book. MY magic grows with each passing month, soon I will have the power needed to find the book. Then, when it is mine, I will have unimaginable power!” FM felt a shiver run up his spine as he closed his eyes, imagining the power he would wield. He looked at Sniper. “You have your orders.”
“Yes Master Meister.”
“Go. Be swift, and do not fail me.” Sniper turned and left the room.
FM turned back to the coffin. As he walked around it, his fingers traced the inscription carved into the stone. He knew them all, word for word, but their feel comforted him. They were instructions on how to travel the underworld.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Wrath exploded through Meka’s mind. He screamed “No!” in a murderous rage as he leapt off the rock. With both hands he brought the sword up while still in mid-air. When he hit the ground he recoiled, swinging it around from behind in an arc. The sword whistled with its speed. The man had turned as Meka hit the ground. Seeing Meka coming, he brought his own sword up defensively, with lightning speed.
Meka watched as if in a dream as his sword come around. Every ounce of his strength went into trying to make the sword go truer, go faster. Be deadlier. The magic raged with his need. Meka looked from the mans sword, hard into the steel blue eyes. Mekas sword followed the track of his eyes, he heard himself still screaming. The man held his sword straight up, to deflect the blow.
Everything else around the man dissolved in Mekas vision. His anger, the magic, was unleashed like never before. No power on earth could deny him the mans blood.
He finished his arc, the sword coming round at eye height to the side of the mans head. It shattered through the mans sword, and exploded through his chainmail hood, bits of molten twisted metal flying off into the undergrowth. The sword continued its journey, making contact with the mans skull, and continuing through, out the other side of his head.
Bits of bone blood and brain flew up into the air as the early morning air was filled with a cloud of red mist. Steaks of blood covered Meka, dripped down his body, dribbled off his sword as he slowly lowered the point to the ground.
The mans body crumpled slowly to the ground, blood pumping out over the ground, mixing with the puddles already there. Meka could feel the cold mist help cool his body.
“Meka!” Meka awoke, a sheen of sweat over his whole body. “Meka, my brother, are you alright?” asked Grix.
“It was that dream.”
“Again?” Meka nodded in reply.
“Come on, get up, we have to meet the others soon.”
“Who?”
“You know, the others from the village. Dan2K1, Venombyte and Ant.”
“What about er-no, and YH?”
“They said they had something to do. They will meet us later.” Grix helped his brother to sit up.
“Ok, give me a few minutes." Grix nodded and left the room. Meka put his head in his hands as he thought about the dream.
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“Master Meister?” FM looked around.
“Yes?”
“I have some bad news Lord, about Sniper.”
“He hasn’t dies again has he?”
“Yes Lord, he fell off his horse.”
“How did that kill him?”
“Into the moat.”
“He can swim.”
“Yes Lord, but as he tried to climb out, he must have pulled the lever, the one you ordered put in?”
“I vaguely remember.”
“That let the piranhas in.”
“Ah. I should have expected something like this. He has a whole bloody palace to have his accidents in. I put all that sponge about so he wouldn’t hurt himself, and yet he falls into the piranha moat. Amazing. Nevermind, he will be back by now. Tell him to continue with his task. Tell him to be more careful next time.”
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The fools (no offence) were trying to infiltrate the story once again. Tarrant would not let them as soon as they took it somewhere else he would bring it straight back again.
They may have ruined this stories life once. But it would not happen again. Not if Tarrant had anyhting to say about it anyway.
He could feel more attacks iminant. But he was ready for them.
This story was going to make it!
They may have ruined this stories life once. But it would not happen again. Not if Tarrant had anyhting to say about it anyway.
He could feel more attacks iminant. But he was ready for them.
This story was going to make it!
Suddenly, Tarrant appeared. Though he had made a cameo appearance early on, he really didn't have a clue what had happened to the story.
However, he was not about to give up on it. He was almost undoubtedly alone in this quest, but if that was to be his fate then so be it.
Picking up the tattered remains of a story gone mad, Tarrant vowed he would take it to the top, nurse it back to health and make it the best damn story this forum had ever seen!
This was not going to be easy. The story clearly had little to no life left in it. It was possible to do it alone, but some help wouldn't go amiss (well, having said that, look what happened last time when others tried to 'help').
Ok, so this story was going to make it. Tarrant refused to give up on any story, no matter how insane it had become.
If he disregarded the stories past and strove to make it a new and improved tale of nursing a story back to health, it just might pull through.
He needed to act fast. Seeing as few were likely to help on the outside, he had to find quality writers within the context of the story.
Seeing as it was his story now, he pretty much had free reign on the stories future and all the characters that would be introduced to it.
Tarrant's mind was made up. Next stop; Terry Goodkind!
However, he was not about to give up on it. He was almost undoubtedly alone in this quest, but if that was to be his fate then so be it.
Picking up the tattered remains of a story gone mad, Tarrant vowed he would take it to the top, nurse it back to health and make it the best damn story this forum had ever seen!
This was not going to be easy. The story clearly had little to no life left in it. It was possible to do it alone, but some help wouldn't go amiss (well, having said that, look what happened last time when others tried to 'help').
Ok, so this story was going to make it. Tarrant refused to give up on any story, no matter how insane it had become.
If he disregarded the stories past and strove to make it a new and improved tale of nursing a story back to health, it just might pull through.
He needed to act fast. Seeing as few were likely to help on the outside, he had to find quality writers within the context of the story.
Seeing as it was his story now, he pretty much had free reign on the stories future and all the characters that would be introduced to it.
Tarrant's mind was made up. Next stop; Terry Goodkind!
lol @ FM, Maybe we should start again... No offense to YH, but I thik it was a lot of peoples first story and they wanted to write so badly they messed everything up....
FM regarded the twisting threads of the latest FOG masterpiece, noting how they flowed from 1 million Years B.C. to the Last Action Hero within the space of less than 80 posts.
He grabbed the threads in his clenched fist, and gave them a good yank, grinning as he heard them all 'snap'.
The story unravelled, the threads were broken. A new page was about to be written.
From scratch.
With a decent storyline.
And no typos please.
He grabbed the threads in his clenched fist, and gave them a good yank, grinning as he heard them all 'snap'.
The story unravelled, the threads were broken. A new page was about to be written.
From scratch.
With a decent storyline.
And no typos please.
"Goodbye cruel world.." she says and jump, only to land on a giant marshmellow man."
"OK, who thought of something?" growled Grix.
Ant looked Sheepish. "Um. Well, it's Ghostbusters, isn't it."
The Marshmellow man growled as he shook sniper off. Sniper, now male again, arced gracefully across the busy street, grabbed a flagpole eminating from a nearby skyscraper and flipped several times before gliding towards the ground. Unfortunately he landed in the middle of the busy road and was promptly run over by a big yellow taxi.
Pheobe looked out of the taxi window and turned to Chandler. "I'm sure I hit something you know..."
"Nah..keep driving, Ross needs a doctor.." he said as canned laughter echoed around the inside of the car.
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"Well, either we can tackle this the original way..." said Grix, pointing to the huge backpacks that they all had strapped to their backs, "or we could simply sing."
"Sing?" asked a puzzled Venombyte.
"Ah. i get it." said pb as he joined Grix and Ant in a rendition of 'row, row, row your boat.
The marshmellow man held his fluffy white hands to his ears. He screamed in agony as they continued with 'Runaway Train..' and his eyes widened as they watched him start to shake.
"I think we need a big finalie..." said Ant.
"You can't mean?" said pb, Grix and venombyte together.
"oh yes..." Ant replied as he started the first verse of 'ging-gang-goolie...'
The Marshmellow man swelled and swayed as they sang their hearts out. He gave one final defiant roar and promptly exploded into a million pieces.
"How did you defeat my creation?" yelled the woman as she shook her delicate fist at them.
"Camp fire songs." replied Ant. "They go well with toasted marshmellows."
"OK, who thought of something?" growled Grix.
Ant looked Sheepish. "Um. Well, it's Ghostbusters, isn't it."
The Marshmellow man growled as he shook sniper off. Sniper, now male again, arced gracefully across the busy street, grabbed a flagpole eminating from a nearby skyscraper and flipped several times before gliding towards the ground. Unfortunately he landed in the middle of the busy road and was promptly run over by a big yellow taxi.
Pheobe looked out of the taxi window and turned to Chandler. "I'm sure I hit something you know..."
"Nah..keep driving, Ross needs a doctor.." he said as canned laughter echoed around the inside of the car.
- ---
"Well, either we can tackle this the original way..." said Grix, pointing to the huge backpacks that they all had strapped to their backs, "or we could simply sing."
"Sing?" asked a puzzled Venombyte.
"Ah. i get it." said pb as he joined Grix and Ant in a rendition of 'row, row, row your boat.
The marshmellow man held his fluffy white hands to his ears. He screamed in agony as they continued with 'Runaway Train..' and his eyes widened as they watched him start to shake.
"I think we need a big finalie..." said Ant.
"You can't mean?" said pb, Grix and venombyte together.
"oh yes..." Ant replied as he started the first verse of 'ging-gang-goolie...'
The Marshmellow man swelled and swayed as they sang their hearts out. He gave one final defiant roar and promptly exploded into a million pieces.
"How did you defeat my creation?" yelled the woman as she shook her delicate fist at them.
"Camp fire songs." replied Ant. "They go well with toasted marshmellows."
The group ran off with great haste, as Sniper persued with body and heart.
He paused briefly to adjust his stockings, which were being held up by her back combed leg hairs. She looked up again, but Grix was nowhere to be seen.
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"I think we got away from him" VenomByte said
"her" pointed out Ant
"her, then. Anyway, lets get out of here. We hold onto the ticket and think of something, and that's where we go, right?"
"Shouldn't you know by now?"
"But so much has happened, I've only read a bit of it so far."
"No wait, I mean so much has happened it's all a blur" VenomByte corrected.
"Quite good this ticket thing, isn't it?" Grix said, as the group held onto the ticket. "Kinda reminds me of that scene near the end of ghostbusters."
As he spoke, there was a flash of light, or other suitable teleportation effect, and the group were whisked off to....
He paused briefly to adjust his stockings, which were being held up by her back combed leg hairs. She looked up again, but Grix was nowhere to be seen.
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"I think we got away from him" VenomByte said
"her" pointed out Ant
"her, then. Anyway, lets get out of here. We hold onto the ticket and think of something, and that's where we go, right?"
"Shouldn't you know by now?"
"But so much has happened, I've only read a bit of it so far."
"No wait, I mean so much has happened it's all a blur" VenomByte corrected.
"Quite good this ticket thing, isn't it?" Grix said, as the group held onto the ticket. "Kinda reminds me of that scene near the end of ghostbusters."
As he spoke, there was a flash of light, or other suitable teleportation effect, and the group were whisked off to....
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