Just wait one or two more days! I know Slyverdawn would be very sad if Nyk died. She'll make it, hopefully!
I follow four rules when writing 1. Don't think. Just write. 2.Never take the pencil from the page when writing 3.Don't erase. Even if what you wrote didn't make sense 4.No need for grammar,punctuation, or spelling when writing
And when your done writing you stop and break all the rules
It's not like Slyverdawns Internet is down she posted a new storybook just yesterday. She either forgotten or can't be asked, I like Slyverdawns character but to just forget about a storybook and ignore it with out giving us a reason is tight.
(Well, I sent sylverdawn a PM two-three days ago, reminding her of the SB and tell her that if she didn't reply in any form in two-three days, I would officially kill off her character. It has been two-three days and I didn't even get a PM reply, a message on the DT or even one on here, so this is it. I have to resort to killing off her character. *sigh* I didn't want it to come to this . . . I think I will just make it a . . . revivable, but implied death.)
As the other's raced after the wagon, which held all of their stuff, they eventually weren't able to see the battle between Nyk and the leader. Even though they looked back expecting Nyk to appear behind them at any second, he never did.
They finally managed to stop the wagon just before it hit the fork in the Heelopeer Ravine Fork. Sighing their relief they leant against it, huffing and puffing. Linx raised a hand to his mouth and yawned, "Now, I KNOW I'm not dreaming. You can't feel this exhausted and NOT be awake."
Atila rolled her eyes. Just as Jon opened his mouth to say something a blood-curdling scream burst forth from where they had just been. Everyone looked at each other. They all knew whose voice the scream belonged to.
Nyk.
A second noise, a large animalistic yelp. Everyone looked at each other again, grave emotions in their eyes.
Frost.
A silence grew around them stifling any need for conversation. In this quiet little bubble full of the implications of both noises the group silently emptied the wagon of their stuff, packing it into bags with some small clack and clangs every now and then.
It was agreed upon in companionable silence that they would respectfully leave Nyk's stuff on a pile of rocks in memory of him. Then, to hide evidence of their escape they pushed the wagon off the road and watched as it rolled down drmatically descending into the crevases.
A large weight upon their shoulders, they looked solemnly towards the fork in the road and looked back one more time in the hope that the scream and yelp were only a mere game, an act to trick them.
For a second no-one made a noise as they watched hopefully.
Nothing.
With dismayed and shattered hearts, they all turned back to the fork. Linx, looking more sad than he ever had before, eyed Jon, "Which way is better? Left or right?"
Jon raised the map in his hands and stared at it.
(Does everyone understand? This gives sylverdawn the opportunity, is she so wants it, to actually still have her character alive.)
*Thats good organizing, LD. Very clever, and nicely handled. Hmmm... We'll see what happens then, won't we?*
Simon and Susa
Susa sniffed as the small group stood at the fork in the road.
I mean, she thought, it’s not like we know any of these people well. Nyk was just another strange person in a group of strange people brought together by chance. And yet we’re all devastated by his death. She tugged uneasily at the sleeves of her new dress. I suppose it’s because… well, we’ve only got each other, now.
Simon, feeling his sister’s rather depressing thoughts, wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He often did so, back in their normal lives, just to remind her that he was a quarter of an inch taller than she was. Susa rolled her eyes at him, but the gesture lacked its usual playful look.
“My word, you are in a cheerful mood today,” Simon commented dryly.
“Sometimes we need to be sober, Simon.” Susa muttered. “It’s not every day that… well, never mind.”
“I suppose,” he said.
Mutant Plot Bunnies
Is it just me, or are the plot bunnies taking advantage of my ADD?
***Sorry if my posts are a little small and slow-typed. I think I just broke my finger.***
Karana didn't want to feel cold, but she didn't want to feel human either. She was numb, empty, emotionless, like the fighter they had trained her to be those years ago. You can't let your emotions control you, the sergeant had said. Death happens every day on the field. Mourn the fallen, then get back to work. There's nothing more you can do.
"God, I hate that," she whispered.
All eyes turned to her, questioningly, accusingly.
"Mercenary emotions. I hate them. Passionately. I hate that, because of all that training, I am now stoic when I want to cry so bad..."
"Neglect not the gift that is in thee, which was given thee by prophecy, with the laying on of the hands of the presbytery." Timothy 4:14 KJV
*Hope it isn't broken, Ayumi! I feel like this is lagging (Although only my opinion) Can we get on to Heelopeer, then?*
Atila
"It's alright, lass, all of us want to cry," Atila placed a hand on Karana's shoulder but then decided to take it back. She shook the sad feelings out of her head and slung her quiver across her chest. There was a special strap on the quiver that could hold the longbow; and there the longbow was strapped. She stole the quiver from a merchant; it nearly took her life trying to steal that thing.
Hero whined at her side. She crouched down next to the dog. Atila scruffed the fur of his neck.
"I know, Hero. I know." His brown intelligent eyes stared into hers. She glanced up as Linx asked John which way to take. She patted Hero one more time and stood up.
"We take right. If I remember correctly." She walked over to John who was holding the map.
"But that way is much more perilous and look it even has a dead-end," he pointed to a X that meant that road stopped there.
Atila chuckled and raised her eyebrows, "That's what they want ye to think. Ye see, lad, the people of Heelopeer tell travelers to stay on the left, follow the ravine. Easier way to rob, if ye know where everyone is. You should know this, John. Being Julius servant." Atila adjusted her quiver.
John gritted his teeth, "I am no one's servant. I simply worked for him. How do YOU know that I worked for that Son of-" he caught his words before he said it.
"Aye, you underestimate the power of servants. They'll tell you anything if you bribe them. Aye, but they don't tell the royals anything for sure."
Someone said something.
*This can be anyone*
I follow four rules when writing 1. Don't think. Just write. 2.Never take the pencil from the page when writing 3.Don't erase. Even if what you wrote didn't make sense 4.No need for grammar,punctuation, or spelling when writing
And when your done writing you stop and break all the rules
*I was going to wait on Jok101 to reply, but, oh well.*
Linx
Jon looked at the map, "Well, both ways seem like they're both as dangerous. We'll take a vote. Say left if you want to go left and right if you want to go right."
Linx yelled, "WRONG!"
The other's looked at him, Atila smiled softly, "He means left."
Jon looked to the others, "That's one for left, anyone else?"
*We'll, just take a tally. And then after that we'll get there *
"I say left, also." Shahara said, resting her hands on the hilts of her blades.
She glanced back at the path they'd come by, towards the place where Nyk had been left behind. She felt a brief moment of sadness, but pushed it away. She'd learned that holding onto emotions was far more painful than the thought of forgetting them. She wasn't stoic like the mercenaries, but she had a talent for ignoring her feelings when they became more of a burden than a release.
Llama 1:"Shh! Do you hear that? That's the sound of forgiveness." Llama 2:"That's the sound of people drowning, Carl!" Llama 1:"That is what forgiveness sounds like; screaming and then silence."
***It's not, thank God. I just sprained that entire side of my hand...ugh...***
Karana sighed, standing up and wiping her newly acquired blades down. If she was going to hold onto these, she'd have to keep them in top condition. It wasn't like she had any spares...the Captain had taken her only weapon back at the base, before the arrest...
"To hell with it," she scoffed. "Left."
"Neglect not the gift that is in thee, which was given thee by prophecy, with the laying on of the hands of the presbytery." Timothy 4:14 KJV
Linx raised an eyebrow, "Gosh, someone's a grumpy goose. You know there are seven of us. You can still choose right and since Atila has chosen right, Susa and Simon could still chose right and then we would go right," he paused to think if he was doing the equations right and then continued, "so, we'll count your right as a right."
Linx turned to look at Susa and Simon. It was two rights against three lefts - their choices united or seperated would make the difference.
*So it all falls to me, eh? I had the twins work it out, and I tried supporting both arguments, though I think I was a little bit infulenced by my own oppinion.*
Simon and Susa
The twins turned their backs on the group and began to discuss the matter in hushed voices.
“I say we trust Atila.” Said Simon. “She is a thief, after all. She would know these things.” Susa frowned slightly.
“But what if she were to rob us? She could be in league with the bandits… What?” she added defensively as Simon rolled his eyes. “I’m trying to examine all the angles, here.”
“I don’t think she would betray the only people she can actually trust, Su.”
“You have a point.” Susa admitted, looking thoughtful. “And attacking travelers seems like something the Heelopeer people would do. They don’t like outsiders very much.”
“But Jon seems to get around a bit. He knows the maps pretty well, at any rate.” Simon said, trying to be fair.
“No one has ever really mapped out Heelopeer accurately, though. Remember?”
In the classroom where the twins had their lessons, there was hardly an inch of wall without a map or poster pinned to the stone. The back wall was covered with drawings and paintings, while the front wall consisted of a large blackboard and a series of mathematical equations. The eastern wall was papered with scientific diagrams and formulas, and the western wall, the wall the twins enjoyed looking at most, was covered with maps.
There were exactly five maps of the Heelopeer area, each showing completely contradictory routes across the mountain range. From that, the twins gathered that either a) the surveyors were inexperienced or b) Heelopeer was nearly impossible to chart.
Atila knew the range, not because she read the directions from the map, but because she had been that way before. Unless she’d forgotten something, she wouldn’t be able to follow misleading directions.
The twins exchanged a nod, and then tuned to the rest of the group.
“We say right,” Simon told the rest of them at large.
“Always trust a thief when it comes to underhanded matters,” Susa said brightly. “No offense, Atila.” Atila grinned.
“Nay, ‘tis alright, lassie.” Susa beamed at her.
Susa's like a rubber ball, Simon reflected. Almost nothing can stop her from bouncing back.
*Check the DT for my reasons. (It's on page five of the thread. )
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Mutant Plot Bunnies
Is it just me, or are the plot bunnies taking advantage of my ADD?
Linx nodded and hoisted his bag onto his shoulder, "Let's get going then, shall we?"
He headed towards the right road and the other's followed. The cliffs fell away to nothing leaving a great dangerous gaping wound and if one were to fall - death would be imminent.
Linx gave it a lazy glance as he continued to walk and leaning on a handy stick which he used as a cane. Small rocks skittered out from under his feet and plummeted towards the ground.
"It looks safe, come on." He gestured towards the others with a hand.
Linx grinned back at them while he was tilting dangerously over the edge. Then he continued to walk after regaining proper balance. The others were hesitant.
Linx shouted out, "The longer you wait, as Atila said, the more chance that a bandit will push you off."
*Information in case someone didn't read the DT* Spoiler
The Heelopeer Ravine, sometimes refered to as the Maw, is considered one of nature's most dangerous formations upon ground. This Ravine was created by, long-since illegalized, magic - blowing apart the mountainside in a flash of sparks and fire, leaving nothing but a gaping wound trailing into the world's centre. The drop is more than anyone can survive, even the Witches who had once sought to hide there. There is no possible route of travel to anywhere unless one of the treacherous Heelopeer Ravine Roads, rock bridges - cliff remnants from the explosion - which cross through the centre, are taken. You may take either. Left or Right.
There are two paths, known as the Heelopeer Ravine Fork, through the cliffs to Heelopeer. Both are as dangerous as playing tag with a pride of lions, one misstep and you are doomed to quite a long fly, say about 3 kms, with quite a dramatic crash-landing onto razor sharp rocks. On each path, both the edges fall away into the mouth of the Heelopeer Ravine. Tread carefully.
Shahara sighed and followed after Linx, keeping her eyes on her feet. Most people said don't look down, but Shahara preferred to watch her feet, to make sure she was putting them on sturdier spots and to keep from tripping over anything as she focused on keeping her balance.
She glanced back to see if the others were following. "Coming?"
Llama 1:"Shh! Do you hear that? That's the sound of forgiveness." Llama 2:"That's the sound of people drowning, Carl!" Llama 1:"That is what forgiveness sounds like; screaming and then silence."
And then after that we'll get there 
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