Post by greydreamland on Feb 27, 2006 19:11:47 GMT -5
Ill post the story below, but what I want to know is which ending should I go with?
Should I have the maiden take his hand? or say that shes engaged to the "evil" person? OR should i have her be engaged, but elope with him? or do you have any better ideas?...on with the story..
Finally, my band of followers have reached the cold, desolate bridge that leads to the Eltham
Palace walls. I am finally at the walls of the castle in which I grew up. The castle in which
I met the love of my life. Which is why we are here today, for you see this love which was
the reason for my exile from the place of my birth. It is a cold day in the kingdom of Oswald,
and I am just outside the castle walls. I decided to loiter here because there are wall guards
posted all around the perimeter, yes the barrier which separates my love from me.
After waiting patiently for what seemed like an eternity, my rogues decide that if we don't
attack soon we'll have to attack the next night. We chose to sit flushed from the trail and
this quest that I have put upon my comrades. I realize this quest was brought about to save the
person I love from unjustly being forced to wed.
It was a bloody fight at the castle walls and we lost many good people. But the cause is worth it
though. So this is what happened to the castle walls, the same in which I would run around when
I was younger. This is what has become of my peaceful protected town. War torn and being
occupied by corrupt officials, and neighboring fugitives, my town has become a modern day
Thebes. Just as we enter the palace entrance a guard stops us. "What business do you have in this town, exile?"
I cannot fathom why I have been shut out of my own town. I replied "I have every right to be here its my hometown." It was at this time that the fight between my group started to cause a riot with the watchmen. One of the sentinels decided to alert the prince of the incoming trouble. I fled my men in the attempt to catch this man. My breaths were quick, and coming out as puffs, and I ran, but he ran faster.
I followed him to the Victorian built spiral tower in the center of the town. The entire time huffing and puffing as I have been accustomed to, cursed with having asthma from birth. The entrance to the church has gone through some revisions since the last time I passed through these doors. I see a puff of gray smoke billowed from the ground, as the guard is alerting town officials. My decision now is whether I am to press on and keep fighting or whether I should quit now.
Okay, so that was an easy debate within myself. Do I start climbing up my way for what I really want, what I would die for; or do I start heading back to my rogue camp thousands of miles out of the town and over several mountain tops, and hills. I started climbing up the newly installed stairs up, up and up. This ascend provided me just the time that I needed to debate within myself whether I should keep moving or whether this fight is in vain.
I place my foot on the last step, and as a deep exhale of breath of air enters my lungs. I know that there is almost no chance for me to get to the king before the guard, but I decided to still take my chance. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a door that had just been opened. I again chose to take the less traveled option, and pursue my dream.
I enter through the door and look around, looking for the fair maiden of which I desire. My eyes glimpse on three figures ahead of me, one hunched over gasping for air, one sitting on what looks to be a royal chair, and one whose figure looked much familiar and was standing next to the sitting one. I hear a voice beckon me, “Come over here young squire, do not be afraid, I can be approached by anyone.” I slowly make my way to the crowd, still looking for air to enter my lungs. As I get closer the figurine from before did indeed look more familiar, it was my childhood friend, and the reason I have “invaded” my hometown, and started my quest in the first place.
"I can see your dedication sire, and have been informed that you were my daughters best friend, and that you have been away for some time.” My mind raced wondering why he acted like he did not know I was sent out of the country, for it was his order for me to be kicked out, but then I saw why, his daughter stared eyes glazing deep at me. I turned my attention away from the friar, who would one day make a crooked politician cringe, and instead focused my attention on the maiden. “Why do you act like you know nothing of 'his' banishment of me from my town?” This brought a surprised, yet doubting face to her. “How dare you accuse my father of such a thing, he would do nothing of the sort, Would you daddy?”
The old man remained silent, and sitting uneasily. This reaction, and silence brought his answer to his girl,she knew his answer even if he did not provide it. “I am sorry, but I was mislead that you just left as if on vacation.” The friar chimed in here, not wanting his daughter to become attached again with such a “disgrace” to the town. “I can see you are forgiven by my daughter, and even myself forgives you for making such a travel, but as I want nothing but the best for my daughter, what may I ask, do you have to offer her?"
In a crying state, I feel it is now my chance to profess my love "Great and noble sir, I understand by the looks of me that I should not have been able to associate with your daughter, but I understand I am not rich, that I am not welcome in my town of birth. I understand that I cannot offer her all the riches that he can, and shall grant her. But Friar, I offer your daughter my love, my dedication, and to give her everything that within my will I shall fight for her to have; and sire if that is not good enough for you then I shall leave this castle knowing where I am not wanted.
Should I have the maiden take his hand? or say that shes engaged to the "evil" person? OR should i have her be engaged, but elope with him? or do you have any better ideas?...on with the story..
Finally, my band of followers have reached the cold, desolate bridge that leads to the Eltham
Palace walls. I am finally at the walls of the castle in which I grew up. The castle in which
I met the love of my life. Which is why we are here today, for you see this love which was
the reason for my exile from the place of my birth. It is a cold day in the kingdom of Oswald,
and I am just outside the castle walls. I decided to loiter here because there are wall guards
posted all around the perimeter, yes the barrier which separates my love from me.
After waiting patiently for what seemed like an eternity, my rogues decide that if we don't
attack soon we'll have to attack the next night. We chose to sit flushed from the trail and
this quest that I have put upon my comrades. I realize this quest was brought about to save the
person I love from unjustly being forced to wed.
It was a bloody fight at the castle walls and we lost many good people. But the cause is worth it
though. So this is what happened to the castle walls, the same in which I would run around when
I was younger. This is what has become of my peaceful protected town. War torn and being
occupied by corrupt officials, and neighboring fugitives, my town has become a modern day
Thebes. Just as we enter the palace entrance a guard stops us. "What business do you have in this town, exile?"
I cannot fathom why I have been shut out of my own town. I replied "I have every right to be here its my hometown." It was at this time that the fight between my group started to cause a riot with the watchmen. One of the sentinels decided to alert the prince of the incoming trouble. I fled my men in the attempt to catch this man. My breaths were quick, and coming out as puffs, and I ran, but he ran faster.
I followed him to the Victorian built spiral tower in the center of the town. The entire time huffing and puffing as I have been accustomed to, cursed with having asthma from birth. The entrance to the church has gone through some revisions since the last time I passed through these doors. I see a puff of gray smoke billowed from the ground, as the guard is alerting town officials. My decision now is whether I am to press on and keep fighting or whether I should quit now.
Okay, so that was an easy debate within myself. Do I start climbing up my way for what I really want, what I would die for; or do I start heading back to my rogue camp thousands of miles out of the town and over several mountain tops, and hills. I started climbing up the newly installed stairs up, up and up. This ascend provided me just the time that I needed to debate within myself whether I should keep moving or whether this fight is in vain.
I place my foot on the last step, and as a deep exhale of breath of air enters my lungs. I know that there is almost no chance for me to get to the king before the guard, but I decided to still take my chance. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a door that had just been opened. I again chose to take the less traveled option, and pursue my dream.
I enter through the door and look around, looking for the fair maiden of which I desire. My eyes glimpse on three figures ahead of me, one hunched over gasping for air, one sitting on what looks to be a royal chair, and one whose figure looked much familiar and was standing next to the sitting one. I hear a voice beckon me, “Come over here young squire, do not be afraid, I can be approached by anyone.” I slowly make my way to the crowd, still looking for air to enter my lungs. As I get closer the figurine from before did indeed look more familiar, it was my childhood friend, and the reason I have “invaded” my hometown, and started my quest in the first place.
"I can see your dedication sire, and have been informed that you were my daughters best friend, and that you have been away for some time.” My mind raced wondering why he acted like he did not know I was sent out of the country, for it was his order for me to be kicked out, but then I saw why, his daughter stared eyes glazing deep at me. I turned my attention away from the friar, who would one day make a crooked politician cringe, and instead focused my attention on the maiden. “Why do you act like you know nothing of 'his' banishment of me from my town?” This brought a surprised, yet doubting face to her. “How dare you accuse my father of such a thing, he would do nothing of the sort, Would you daddy?”
The old man remained silent, and sitting uneasily. This reaction, and silence brought his answer to his girl,she knew his answer even if he did not provide it. “I am sorry, but I was mislead that you just left as if on vacation.” The friar chimed in here, not wanting his daughter to become attached again with such a “disgrace” to the town. “I can see you are forgiven by my daughter, and even myself forgives you for making such a travel, but as I want nothing but the best for my daughter, what may I ask, do you have to offer her?"
In a crying state, I feel it is now my chance to profess my love "Great and noble sir, I understand by the looks of me that I should not have been able to associate with your daughter, but I understand I am not rich, that I am not welcome in my town of birth. I understand that I cannot offer her all the riches that he can, and shall grant her. But Friar, I offer your daughter my love, my dedication, and to give her everything that within my will I shall fight for her to have; and sire if that is not good enough for you then I shall leave this castle knowing where I am not wanted.
