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Topic: Rain - A Medieval set game
Subject: OOC
Karn, your spot on. We will absolutely work with whatever you write. You will direct events just like we will, so soldier on. You will be called back.
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Mike
Posted on 2007-08-29 at 23:47:33.
Edited on 2007-08-30 at 02:11:52 by Athelstan
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Topic: Rain - A Medieval set game
Subject: A curious stranger
François’ mind was working overtime. This Jean-Luc was a bit of a mystery. Why was he so concerned about such a minor incident? He seemed a nobleman of some rank, which made this even more baffling for the simple farmer. He would let this man assume Marie was his sister for now – at least until he could discover this mans true intentions.
His eyes widened in surprise and he watched in horror as this young man laid his sword at his feet – so did everyone else in the taverne.
“Mais pas ici!” (Not here!) François hissed at Jean-Luc. He unconsciously used his toe and foot to launch the sword upward where he caught it deftly by the hilt. He quickly pressed the blade back into the hands of its owner. “J’acceptez ton offer.” I accept your offer. I have a wagon in the stables and a brown mare – bobbed tail. Can you make it ready? I would like to invite you to my home – to repay you your kindness to my… sister.” Marie still nibbled her cheese while watching the exchange between these two men.
His initial shock and worry for her life had now faded, thanks to the doctor, and for the first time he looked AT her; really looked. Even with the smears of mud on her face and bits of grass and dirt in her hair she was rather pretty. Her bright brown eyes twinkled as she looked up from her cheese. Still he could see in them a pain that went beyond her physical injuries.
“We have to get the wagon ready, can you wait here, Marie?” A curious look came over Francois as he looked at Marie. He glanced up at the curious patrons staring at the three of them. He looked back at Marie. “Reste ici.”(Stay here.)
Francois strode to the bar and leaned in to speak with the Gaston. “Mon ami, Je te laisser quelque chose ici. Je le besoin encore. (My friend, I left something here. I am going to need it again.) Gaston nodded and disappeared into the back. He returned with a long bundle wrapped in brown homespun. François took the package and turned to discover everyone was still watching him. One old man seated at a table began to clap very slowly. A broken toothed smile lit his wrinkled countenance. He was joined by another and another. They stood to applaud and as he returned to where Marie sat some clapped him on the shoulder with a heartfelt Bravo or Vivre le France.
He helped Marie to stand before lifting her into his arms.
“Wish us luck mes chere amis, wish us luck.”
Posted on 2007-08-18 at 17:58:45.
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Topic: Rain - A Medieval set game
Subject: A curious stranger in our midst
The doctor and Francois conferred for a short time and he nodded his understanding of the doctor’s orders. From his bag he produced two bottles of liquid and first explaining one and then the other.
“Merci infiniment Gaston,” (Infinite thank you’s, Gaston) Francois shook the doctor’s hand. “I don’t know what we would have done with out you.”
“You would have done without probably…” He chuckled. “Don’t worry, she is not badly injured – she was very lucky n’est pas?” Both men looked at the slender girl. Marie had been helped to sit up and she was taking a bite to eat.
“Let her eat what she can, she is very thin. But get her home quickly tonight. I have something to check but I will be in to see you at the farm tomorrow. No exertion; remember.” Francois nodded at the older man and watched him scurry away.
He watched the rogue begin to talk to Marie and he suddenly had a terrible thought occur to him. What if this man was in league with the assassin? He approached the bartender Gaston
“C’est qui ca?” (Who’s that?) He whispered to Gaston. He shrugged in reply and continued to polish the already spotless bar top. Francois’ suspicious mind was working over time now. This could be just coincidence that this concerned man arrived moments after the attack on Marie – but in his own colourful past he had long come to realize that there was no such thing as coincidence. He walked over to the tables and slipped into an adjacent chair.
“Alors, we must be going now, Marie.” He wrapped a heavy woolen cloak over her shoulders and helped her to stand. He turned to this Jean-Luc who was clearly a nobleman by his finery.
“I thank you for your concern for my sister here, but you need not trouble yourself further M’Lord. I am sure we are both very grateful to you Monsieur…?” His aforementioned colourful past included knowing just how to coax information from the unwary. He would now see how uninvolved this newcomer actually was.
Posted on 2007-08-17 at 22:17:52.
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Topic: Short Stories
Subject: Good storytelling
I'm just a gnarly old curmudgeon out looking for something to read and came across A Serpents Tale??! And I noticed you were looking for advice on what to change to get it ready for print?
First, DO NOT change a single word and finish the story! Quick!!!
Put it on a word doc, center aligned, double spaced, indent the first line of each paragraph. Format the doc with a header containing the title - your name, date, word count - and number the pages.
Then get it into the hands of a literary agent right NOW! This is as good as I have seen and the sooner you get professionals looking at your work the better.
There, I hope that helps and good luck - really!!
Mike
Posted on 2007-08-11 at 17:21:31.
Edited on 2007-08-11 at 17:29:18 by Athelstan
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: ABC Pizza
So much pizza makes the dog sick and he returns much of it to you in a gelatinous puddle. Enjoy!
I wish a woodchuck could chuck wood.
Posted on 2006-12-01 at 18:38:43.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: Sinking
stopped, the elephant the Mare was standing on bottomed out.
I wish it would snow.
Posted on 2006-11-29 at 10:27:45.
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Topic: Corrupt a wish
Subject: OK
Granted but the Mare is slowly sinking into a peat bog.
I wish I was smart.
Posted on 2006-11-29 at 08:14:44.
Edited on 2006-11-29 at 08:15:09 by Athelstan
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: Hmmm
Some might say
Posted on 2006-11-29 at 07:53:35.
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