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Post by Groax on Aug 19, 2009 14:00:37 GMT 1
Ha-haa! No story for you here...yet.
As some might've figured out of the deeply cryptic thread name, I'm finally starting a story that Scyepogg suggested to do months ago. Aka, we'll write a story where every person writes one or few sentences (Actually, I started to write the beginning for this and couldn't really stop to just one sentence. So as long as it ain't 2-3 pages worth of text you come up with, write away!) after another 'till the story's complete. But remember to preview your posts before posting, in case someone happens to post just at the same time. It's known to happen!
About the story, I don't think there needs to be any specific genre for it. As long as it doesn't turn into a complete mess, feel free to mix it with horror, drama, comedy or the likes. Though I would prefer it to happen in our beloved Azeroth/Outland, so no crazy sci-fi mumbo jumbo (Yeah, we have our lazers and draenei spaceships, but still!)
I'll put this thing rolling.
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It had been that same dream again. The one that started with a feeling so painful and nightmarish that he would've chosen death by drowning anytime over it. But each time, after that was over, came a second feeling. Being the complete opposite of the previous feeling, he would've wanted to spend an eternity enjoying of it.
But like always, he found himself awake from his bed way too soon after the more pleasing feeling had arrived. It was still mid-night as he eyed around the dark room. Raindrops kept hitting against the windows.
"Hmh...guess I better get up. Have to do it sooner or later anyway.."
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Post by The Deserted Grail on Aug 20, 2009 20:21:16 GMT 1
(( Arg, too much freedom! ))
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"Deeaaatth wiiilll coonnsuuummme."
A faint, melodic shout could be heard from the outside. He looked through the window to see a travelling peddler singing a slow tune of doom. The peddler was illuminated only by the moon's light reflecting from the raindrops striking her hood as she kept walking past and soon, out of his vision.
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Post by Groax on Aug 21, 2009 5:06:51 GMT 1
((Freedom is good. But of course, one can always suggest limitations, since this has barely started. I was never good at making these things. Assuming it's the story you mean...))- Snorting, he stood up from his bed and briefly cracked his neck. The peddler looked somehow familiar, but one could never be too sure. Slowly he grabbed his faithul axe from a nearby table, because in a place like Dustwallow Marsh, some caution was never a bad thing...
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Post by Scyepogg on Aug 21, 2009 9:40:55 GMT 1
Holding the axe handle tightly, he opened the door and stepped outside into the rainy night. No sound was to be heard except the raindrops hitting the wet ground, and even the wind stopped blowing completely.
The peddler's song did not seem to sound anymore, and the stranger himself was nowhere to be seen either. Even the moon was not visible now, behind a thick mass of clouds in the night sky.
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Post by Groax on Aug 21, 2009 10:37:07 GMT 1
((I believe the stranger was a she, if judging of Grail's "her hood" part. But anyhoodle...))
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Sighing, he eyed around once more, before going back inside. "Bah. Probably one of them crazed goblins...or a murloc, if I'm lucky..." he muttered, while walking around the room. Filling both his dusty flask and backpack with water and food, he headed back to the doorway. "Ah well...whatever it was, it won't stop me from doing this." he mumbled, while pulling out a small map from his pack...
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Post by Scyepogg on Aug 21, 2009 20:20:08 GMT 1
((Errr, probably I wasn't attentive enough... Forums at work don't work well))
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Post by Aroh on Aug 23, 2009 6:05:40 GMT 1
He rolled the map up after looking at it for a long while. Just as he took the first step out the door, the woman's voice could be heard again. It seemed to dissapear in the distance towards the coast. He got goose bumbs when he realised where she was headed.
"Is she one of them or is she just walking to her own death?"
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Post by Groax on Aug 23, 2009 8:10:34 GMT 1
Closing the door behind him, he eyed around. Raindrops kept hitting against his face and while wiping the water off, he started pondering whatever to head out of the marsh like he was originally planning to, or to follow the mysterious voice.
Tightening his grip of the axe, he muttered "Why tonight? Of all the nights...". Wiping off some more of the water, he finally decided to head towards the coast.
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Post by Aroh on Sept 9, 2009 15:34:24 GMT 1
((stoopid log in servers not working! I might as well spend my time productively here.  )) He was painfully aware how much noise he was making. The soggy soil and pools of water splashing under his feet. He had to stop for a moment to listen for clues of the woman's whereabouts. Minutes passed with only the souds of the crickets and toads around him. He let out a long sigh of relieve. She was no longer there, he could very well give himself permission to turn back. And then it was there again: "Deeaaatth wiiilll coonnsuuummme." |
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Post by Groax on Apr 29, 2013 13:53:32 GMT 1
(...well, now that I finally wrote little something to them forums, I figured I might just as well finish this one too! First my apologies, though, as I kept remembering it was me who wrote the last part in this and never got anyone to continue it, but apparently it was poor Aroh, who never received any continuation! So this is for you, my dear friend! Also, this is totally how I thought the story would end, back when I first started it. Like, totally. Not just something I wrote down during this afternoon, when I had plenty of free time, nooope, not at all...)
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The frog leaped aside, just as a foot landed right on the spot where it had been. He wouldn't notice that, as his concentration was solely focused on locating the origin of that voice, the shadowy female figure. It already felt like he had been chasing it for an eternity. For three years, seven months and twenty-one days, if one would make the imaginary math...but finally, it seemed to be coming to an end, as he saw something glowing behind a thick line of dark trees. Determined, he pushed himself past them to the other side.
...and there she was then, though "she" probably wasn't the best description anymore. The dark figure seemed to be wearing a very large robe-like thing, now that he finally saw it clearly, and it was…wobbly. His confusion became clear quickly, as the mysterious "lady" literally fell apart, revealing two goblins, one standing on the other's shoulders, as the upper one tossed away the robe and the hood. "Lured you over nicely, didn't we?" one of the goblins chuckled. "Well, he doesn't look exactly that smart, so I'm not sure how proud we should feel..." his partner added, laughing as well. He stared at the two goblins, confused and angry. Way more angry, one should add...
"So, we doing this the easy way, or the very hard way?" the first goblin spoke again, now seeming to reach for something in his pocket. He answered by taking his trusty axe from his belt, to the two goblins amazement, apparently. "...woah, woah...they didn't tell us he'd be armed, damnit! Or not to me at least, did they tell you? Did they?!!" the other goblin mumbled out nervously, eyes fixed on that axe. "Cal...just...JUST CALM DOWN, DAMNIT!" the first goblin said, now with a raised voice. "It's just a primitive melee weapon...and if I know my melee weapons, being a goblin I obviously should, it won't..."
The goblin never finished that sentence of his, or any other for that matter, as the mentioned "primitive weapon" had buried itself deep into his skull. Even before his body could hit the muddy ground, his partner started screaming hysterically, before running away as fast as he could. Half-amused smirk quickly appeared on his face, before turning into a neutral one. He kneeled next to the dead goblin, going through his pockets. Only a torn letter was found, to his surprise. As he lifted it up to get a better look, he saw the drawing on it, nothing more. Even if crudely made, he could tell that it was him depicted in the picture. Two red lines had been crossed over it, like with fingertips dipped in blood. Next to them, only a single red dot. Before he could began to figured out, what it was all about, an immense amount of pain rushed through his head.
He yelled out, falling on his side into the mud, beginning to roll around while nearly crying in pain already, hands on his forehead. It felt like his head had been set on fire. Like someone would've stabbed him through the neck with a rusty dagger. Like someone would've tried to rip his head off with bare hands. Infinite amount of pain. Something so painful, that he would've rather chosen death by drowning over it. But just as the pain was about to paralyze him for good, he found enough strength within himself and managed to pulls his hands off from his face, taking hold of that odd letter, as he then ripped it in half.
...and just like that, it was over. Like the pain had never been there. He breathed calmly on the ground, raindrops still falling on his face. Finally, he stood up slowly, eyeing around himself. The goblin was still there, dead, with the torn letter next to him. So at least he hadn't imagined it, even if it all seemed so odd, that he might as well had. He finally recovered his axe from the body, hilting it on his belt. Whatever had happened here, was over for now at least. He could finally return home, wondering what the future would have in hold for him.
The End.
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Post by Aroh on May 4, 2013 14:27:43 GMT 1
Aww thanks, you old bucket of rocks (with a heart).  Those were some resilient goblins I must say though! Clearly evil warlock magic... |
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