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Fan Creations / Nova's writing place, just that.
« on: November 28, 2009, 09:45:27 PM »
So im gonna write things, if you dont like it, dont keep reading, its your fualt. Im gonna just, keep writing, forever...[spoiler]One.Two.Three.Four. Four game and three arrows, thats what all great archers do on regular occasions, or rather thats what one great archer does every day. Tryn had moved on from what he used to do when he was a kid, now that his uncle wasnt around anymore it was his job to get the food and flirt with every girl he saw, well maybe his uncle didnt do that last part. Tryn was suppsoed to get 4 game, and a turkey every once in a while, load htem onto the truck and sell any turkey to the nobles, they all thought turkey a delicacy, it wouldnt be so rare if they got off thier butts to find some food, Tryn thought. All the hunting was good work, and it kept him and his big brother well fed throughout the months. Today he returned home as usual,sat down in one of the six or seven tables int he resturuant Tryn and his brother owned, and wait for people who were cocky enough to think they could win against Tryn in arm wrestling. Tryn always loved to arm wrestle he even got money sometimes, but he had to be careful, if someone looked more muscular than him than he might as well give up,Tryns brother,Herv didnt like him to use his magic on ones who couldnt, Tryn could even feel Herv's eyes burn into his soul everytime Tryn would accept a challenge from one of the so called "guardians" who protect the town when they dont get drunk. I am th eone who truly kills the wolves and foxes who ravage through our town, they just stand there half asleep, thought Tryn. "Pardon! I have a letter for sir Tryn Masked!" Burst the messenger as he jostled others out of the way " I am not a 'sir', Messenger man" Said Tryn as cooly as he could, but it still came out frantic and the words fell on top of each other, worst of all, the whole resturuant had gone silent, no one gets visited by the royal messenger unless the nobles want something, particully a head. The messenger thrust out a leeter, the paper seemed to glow with importance, Tryn took the letter, and exchanged a glance with the messenger before he left. Tryn nonchalantly walked toward the back end of the resteruant where he could go in his room to read the letter in peace.He saw the other side of the note, it had a stamp, it had a little piece of a map, where something was surronded by mountains and forests."Uncle" was all Tryn could choke out at this revalation.
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