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"Come one, came all to the writers block here we determine if ye be able to weave grand tales of heroes or villains." The Wandering Bard


Alright I am not sure if I should post this in forum games but this is aimed more for writers then spammers. Here it is, this thread is for those who wish to practice a bit of writing. Particularly in a role playing setting. Now first off if you wish to participate you must develop a character, the characters can be any sort of being but it must be able to speak some sort of language, if not English then you must provide a translation in parentheses next to the dialog. Though characters in this setting that do not speak the language will not understand you dialog, for it is role playing, it is for the readers benefit. Writing about should be about their actions, reactions, dialog, or descriptions this is just a general guide for what to mention.

Strict Rules!!

1.All participants who post must write at least 50-100 words about their character in each post. Unless it a question about the thread or commenting on someones work, I do not restrict a good critique or input on helping someone develop their character but please be civil about it.
2. All story related writings must use the BB code to quote, so we can recognize easily as part of the tale.
3. The characters are restricted to the setting, genre, and time period so please don't throw in laser cannons or cyborg ninjas if were writing about a medieval fantasy.
4. Every so often we might change the setting for the sake of not limiting ourselves to one particular role. At this time participants will be able to come up with new characters or adapt their current ones to the new setting.
5. No one is allowed to kill off characters without the consent of their creator.
6. Keep all content within the forum rules

Lets see these rule will be subject to change if some unknown problem occurs.

now onto the show!
The Setting: Medieval Fantasy.
There are two places you could find your character a old sod walled pub in which the smell of stale beer lingers. The floors are irregular shaped blocks of wood. The thatched roof made of straw and tar. Smoke wafts in the oak rafters from the embers crackling in the fire place which is constructed of clay mortar and shoot covered bricks. Your character will be waiting at the bar for someone who put an advertisement looking to contract a few persons for a job other then that you do know the specifics so I leave it up to you to determine what your characters are doing at this moment.

The second pace your character can begin is in a stone dungeon in which you are imprisoned for crimes against the town, whether or not they are just will be determined by your own description of these crimes. It is a dank dark cell you sit in the iron bars sweat with moisture and the floors slick and cold to the touch, a guard clad in chain mail and leather sits snoozing on an old worn roughly crafted cedar stool. A small oil lantern is the only light besides what creeps threw the cracks in the iron plated door. There are several other cells in which you hear s few other unfortunate roommates.
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2. All story related writings must use the BB code to quote, so we can recognize easily as part of the tale.


So... ALl text relevant to the current story must be in quotes, like the above?
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yes, you want to put anything that is part of the story in quotes. I will be playing along too as well as giving ideas for possible plots. Though I am interested in seeing your own ideas emerge, I am just providing a spring board, you can dive in anyway you want just try to keep the setting in mind so we all are a bit cohesive.

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Mav's satchel hung limply by his side as he slumped over the bar. Nursing a glass of water (HARDCORE MUCKAFUTHER!), he glared at his reflection on the surface and tried to ignore his surroundings. He fought the urge to leave, deciding to wait a few minutes more for whomever was supposed to show up.


*breaks champaign bottle over hull* Now off into the wild blue yonder!
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Vole walked into the dimly lit pub as dusk began to fall. Strumming his lute while humming a tune, thinking about a rhythm to play. As he passes the bar keeper he smiles at the old goat of a man greeting him " How fair the patrons tonight Bernie?" noticing that only a few others attend. Voles most prominent feature is his long chestnut colored beard that nearly drags to the ground although he is not very tall because he is a dwarf. It is a very well groomed beard and tied in a large thick braid with a silver clasp at the end of it he takes his usually spot near the smoldering fire place tosses a few logs on it and begins to strum and sing in a baritone voice as he does so the logs catch and dance in blue green fire to the rhythm of his metallic lute.


A dwarven fire bard muahaha
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Broke sat in the back of the pub alone, except for the fat rat laying by his foot, watching everyone. He watched because he hated everyone, and nothing was more entertaining to Broke than imagining the horrible things he wished upon everyone. There was that dwarven bard, coming in like he owned the place! And he might have for all Broke knew. Broke scratched at the stringy black whiskers on his face, imagining how satisfying it would be to rip that bard's beard off. The face that dwarf would make! Broke couldn't help but smile.

Oh, and what about that unusual chap at the bar? Drinking water? Water! A man at a pub only drinks water when he is trying to stay sharp. That man was up to something. Broke would need to keep an eye on him, maybe two. Actually, make that three, counting the rat.


I wanted to add a lot more, but I thought I was stretching the word limit.
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Mav continued to peer into his glass of water at the reflections of those around him. His gaze was momentarily broken by the screeching of a short, fat man. God, what a racket to be had! Mav turned to the bar tender, and spoke in a painfully clear voice:

"Is it common practice, Bernie, for you to allow such an assault upon the ears of your patrons?"


Eh, rules are more like guidelines. Except the rules you shouldn't break. Those are like laws.
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After a few minutes of playing the melody, Vole decided to switch rhythm noticing a fat rat under a table, thinking it couldn't be good for the pubs reputation allowing rats to be scurrying about and he did not want to play at the dukes castle, no that would be near suicide. He switched to a slightly faster and higher toned tune. focusing on the fat rats tail he channeled a bit of arcane energy and suddenly the end of the rodents tail burst into flames like a candle...


Well bronze the word limit is more a word minimum 50-100 words simply is just there to set a standard so we don't have one liners.
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[quote]Was the dwarf looking this way? Broke thought so, but-ow! Broke felt a sharp pain on his rear end. The connection with the rat was severed. Who? How? Broke had to think. The fool who hurt his back side was going to get more than nasty thoughts.[quote]

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Talen sighed as the innkeeper brought around his drink. Would the advertiser ever come? He glanced up to see a petit young girl smiling at him. He gave a subdued grimace back that sent the girl skimpering away. He wasnât sure if he was up to thisâ¦job the advertiser was giving away. But the gold that was in it for him was substantial. He was not going to let an opportunity like that slip away.
âWould you like anything else, sir?â asked the innkeeper. Talen shook himself out of his gaze.
âNo thanks.â Was Talenâs curt reply. âBut thank you.â


Exactly 100 words! I want to write more though.
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A scraggly old man hooded in a long worn brown cloak walks into the tavern and asks Bernie if anyone has come asking about his request. Bernie glances around and say "We have a few who wish to participate. Though some look a bit ill willed." The old man give a bit of a screech of a call "Anyone who has interest in my advertisement please gather in the back room", the old man points to a heavy door marked with the a sign "Private Business", the man mutters to Bernie and asks for a few pitchers of ale to be delivered to the room and a key to the room. Then he walked over and opened the door waiting just outside the entrance for those who will tale his employment to enter.


Well Magic Tree you can write more, just more of a minimum, and try not to go into several hundred...don't want pages of stuff so we can keep the dialog at a good pace.
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After waiting a moment, Mav made the first move and stood up slowly. He kicked his stool back under the bar, and strode towards the door. With his hobnailed boots stricking the floorboards with a fierce tenacity, he mentally went over the old man that had appeared. Old. Bearded. Not likely a threat. With confidence, he blew past the old man and settled down into the new room to await further happenings.
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Hmmm. People were starting to go in the back room. Broke didn't care about doing a job for some old cod, but he did want to see what was going on. He got up, and walked nervously into the room. Maybe the fool that burnt his rat away would be in there, and Broke couldn't wait to find him.
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Once there was a man.
A big man.
A big fat man.
A big fat grumpy man.
A big fat grumpy man called Stan.
He was grumpy because of king's ban.
You see, the king seized his land and bannished him.
You will be wondering why?
The king did it because he was a peice of turd of seventh prince of hell.
He put a ban on every thing good and a tax on common man's food.
He put a tax on Stan's land.
Stan obliged and payed it.
He put a tax on his clothing.
Stan payed it.
Stan's naighbour was jail for not paying.
Stan said to himself" at least it aint me"
His friend's child starved to death.
He said "at least he ain't mine"
His naibouring town was burned to ground.
He said"We are safe"

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Umm the thepunisher93 whats up with Stan lol...does Stan ever end up in the plot :P

Vole stopped playing for a minute and walked up to the old man who he has met before, he shook his hand and said " Can't wait to see what you want this time Darian old biy but the last venture was quite an eye opener" then goes into the room sitting down at the study table in one of the well worn cedar chairs towards the back.


Bernie entered the room not soon after Vole with a pitcher of ale and a tray of several tankards. He offers those in the room a tankard and sets the pitcher and remaining tankards on the table then leaves the room.
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Mav pulled a pipe out of his satchel and propped his feet up on the table, all the while leaning dangerously back in his chair. He gave a few thoughtful puffs, and watches the thin smoke trail up to the ceiling. Noticing the deluge of bodies entering the room, Mav called out to the bearded old man. "Right, so what would you have me here for?"
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