Fenris_GreyClaw
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+826|6990|Adelaide, South Australia

I very much enjoy writing stories, however I don't end up spending much time on them at all (What, with my gaming addiction and all ) I'm sure I'm not the only one, so I'm making this thread for any stories that anyone else writes. You can post someone else's, as long as you give credit to them and do not claim it as your own work. Obviously, the stories must abide by the other forum rules as well.

Also, If you have to quote someone, just quote the title please

Here is one I recently had to write for my English Communications exam:

Evan the Rogue

The lack of moonlight on that new moon night was perfect for me to slip inside the castle of King Lerus; there was a lot cloud cover, too, allowing me to slip over the ramparts unnoticed. Once up the wall, I tied a rope around one of the battlements. I whispered some words of magic, and the rope disappeared from sight. Making a mental note of which block it was tied to, I dashed off; my padded cotton slippers muffling the sounds of my footfalls.

I crept down the wooden scaffolding that was alongside the wall adjacent to mine and quickly doused the lit torch with a Hessian sack. Under the cover of darkness, I crept around the courtyard to move behind the guard to the castle’s keep. He started to yawn as I slowly moved up behind him, drawing out my garrotte wire. At the split second he put his hand down; I swung the garrotte over his head and pulled as hard as I could. The guard began scratching at his throat, trying to get a grip on the wire cutting off his air. After what seemed like an eternity to me, he drifted off into his final sleep. As quietly as I could, I dragged his limp bulk into the hay shed beside the keep’s main doors. After he was covered up, I gently pushed open the doors, and admitted myself to the keep.

There were no guards inside the door; no-one was meant to make it over the battlements. Their arrogance is going to cost them something very valuable, I thought to myself. There may have been a lack of manpower inside the castle, but there was no shortage of the revealing light that I dreaded so badly. Torches and candles were aplenty in the main hall. Even I, Evan the Rouge, could not hope to douse all of this light without raising suspicion from the hall patrols, one of which, by the sounds of their clanking armour, seemed to be heading this way.  I whipped out a small grapple, tossed it into the inner archway, and climbed into the stonework; praying they wouldn’t look up as they came through. I overheard the guards chattering about the hunt they had joined in on earlier in the day:

“That deer was a hard one, eh?” said a red-clad soldier as he came into my view. “It kept jumping behind the trees, making me miss.”

“Aye, that was a pain in the neck, but nowhere near as bad as when those bandits attacked.” The other guard replied, who was clad in the King’s royal gold and blue armour. “Leo is still in the infirmary; their axeman was a damn good fighter.” They both paused for a second to survey the hall. Soon, both of them turned and continued on their route. “What about that thief we caught the other week?” At last, I thought to myself, a lead.

“He still ‘hasn’t talked to the torturer. I don’t even think he was here for the King’s crown like they were the last time.” Amateur, I mused to myself. As the two walked out of the hall, I dropped from my hiding spot and gathered my up my grapple. I began to follow them, staying just around the corners of the hall sections to keep out of sight.

“But that just begs the question: What was he here for? Other than land and men, our King doesn’t have a thing of more value than the crown; except maybe that sword.”

“And anyone would be daft to try and lift that from its place in the King’s display rooms. He’s always got at least four men watching it; I think the King’s got something else hidden.” He paused for a moment, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword. “And its something you can’t HAVE!” The guard yelled and spun around, drawing his sword as I came round the corner.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” said the royal clad soldier, also drawing his weapon. Before either of them could make a move to attack, I leapt forward, a dagger in each of my hands. Before either could raise their shields to block, I thrust my weapons into their throats, silencing them. They collapsed, struggling to draw breath. Before the two of them had passed on, I’d opened a door nearby and stashed them away. I scattered a poison powder over their wounds to make sure they wouldn’t get back up.

As luck would have it, the guards had led me into a hall where I discovered the King’s chamber. Peering around the corner, I saw no guards in front of the door. They must all be guarding that sword, I thought to myself. I silently pushed the door open to see the King’s room, with the King fast asleep in his bed. In silence, I lifted the crown from its stand on the King’s night-table and stashed it in my pack. I dashed out to the courtyard, being careful to avoid the other interior patrols. I checked to see if my first kill of the night was still undiscovered in the hay shed. Satisfied that I was still a secret to the living of the castle; I quietly leapt up the scaffolding, dispelled my rope, rappelled down the wall and stole away into the night.

Last edited by Fenris_GreyClaw (2007-06-20 06:30:50)

bennisboy
Member
+829|7117|Poundland
I wrote this once, it was all my own work
The lack of moonlight on that new moon night was perfect for me to slip inside the castle of King Lerus; there was a lot cloud cover, too, allowing me to slip over the ramparts unnoticed. Once up the wall, I tied a rope around one of the battlements. I whispered some words of magic, and the rope disappeared from sight. Making a mental note of which block it was tied to, I dashed off; my padded cotton slippers muffling the sounds of my footfalls.

I crept down the wooden scaffolding that was alongside the wall adjacent to mine and quickly doused the lit torch with a Hessian sack. Under the cover of darkness, I crept around the courtyard to move behind the guard to the castle’s keep. He started to yawn as I slowly moved up behind him, drawing out my garrotte wire. At the split second he put his hand down; I swung the garrotte over his head and pulled as hard as I could. The guard began scratching at his throat, trying to get a grip on the wire cutting off his air. After what seemed like an eternity to me, he drifted off into his final sleep. As quietly as I could, I dragged his limp bulk into the hay shed beside the keep’s main doors. After he was covered up, I gently pushed open the doors, and admitted myself to the keep.

There were no guards inside the door; no-one was meant to make it over the battlements. Their arrogance is going to cost them something very valuable, I thought to myself. There may have been a lack of manpower inside the castle, but there was no shortage of the revealing light that I dreaded so badly. Torches and candles were aplenty in the main hall. Even I, Evan the Rouge, could not hope to douse all of this light without raising suspicion from the hall patrols, one of which, by the sounds of their clanking armour, seemed to be heading this way.  I whipped out a small grapple, tossed it into the inner archway, and climbed into the stonework; praying they wouldn’t look up as they came through. I overheard the guards chattering about the hunt they had joined in on earlier in the day:

“That deer was a hard one, eh?” said a red-clad soldier as he came into my view. “It kept jumping behind the trees, making me miss.”

“Aye, that was a pain in the neck, but nowhere near as bad as when those bandits attacked.” The other guard replied, who was clad in the King’s royal gold and blue armour. “Leo is still in the infirmary; their axeman was a damn good fighter.” They both paused for a second to survey the hall. Soon, both of them turned and continued on their route. “What about that thief we caught the other week?” At last, I thought to myself, a lead.

“He still ‘hasn’t talked to the torturer. I don’t even think he was here for the King’s crown like they were the last time.” Amateur, I mused to myself. As the two walked out of the hall, I dropped from my hiding spot and gathered my up my grapple. I began to follow them, staying just around the corners of the hall sections to keep out of sight.

“But that just begs the question: What was he here for? Other than land and men, our King doesn’t have a thing of more value than the crown; except maybe that sword.”

“And anyone would be daft to try and lift that from its place in the King’s display rooms. He’s always got at least four men watching it; I think the King’s got something else hidden.” He paused for a moment, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword. “And its something you can’t HAVE!” The guard yelled and spun around, drawing his sword as I came round the corner.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” said the royal clad soldier, also drawing his weapon. Before either of them could make a move to attack, I leapt forward, a dagger in each of my hands. Before either could raise their shields to block, I thrust my weapons into their throats, silencing them. They collapsed, struggling to draw breath. Before the two of them had passed on, I’d opened a door nearby and stashed them away. I scattered a poison powder over their wounds to make sure they wouldn’t get back up.

As luck would have it, the guards had led me into a hall where I discovered the King’s chamber. Peering around the corner, I saw no guards in front of the door. They must all be guarding that sword, I thought to myself. I silently pushed the door open to see the King’s room, with the King fast asleep in his bed. In silence, I lifted the crown from its stand on the King’s night-table and stashed it in my pack. I dashed out to the courtyard, being careful to avoid the other interior patrols. I checked to see if my first kill of the night was still undiscovered in the hay shed. Satisfied that I was still a secret to the living of the castle; I quietly leapt up the scaffolding, dispelled my rope, rappelled down the wall and stole away into the night.

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