Young Writers Society

Dynamo looked up at the man and said, "Sure. The more the marrier!"

The man held out his hand. "Glad to hear it. The name's Shlear."

"Dynamo." he replied as he shook the man's hand. He turned back to Selena and Isaure, still awaiting a response.

"We hve a new ally today" he said.
Isaure began cracking up.
"What?" Dynamo asked , confused, "What did I do?"
Shlear chuckled, "Isaure and I have known each other for years"
"What?" Dynamo said, confused, turning just in time to seee Isaure collapse against Shlear, teas of laughter streaming down her face as she hung on for dear life.

Socrow stood a while figuring out his next course of action, but the thief had dissapeared so he sat down crossed his leg and medidated.

He sat down letting himself relax slowly and blocking all senses. He could feel his aura of white magic protecting him.

((OOC: It's 'course', not 'coarse'... I feel like being a spelling police, sorry ))

ooc: fontroy if you are going to post something, post more than just one lousy sentence, that's weak. For future reference to everyone, POST MORE THAN ONE SENTENCE IF YOU ARE GOING TO POST, OTHERWISE IT IS POINTLESS AND TAKES UP SPACE.

I surveyed a small group of adults with wide eyes. A giant was among them. He must have been seven feet tall! But that was not what interested me.

They looked like a group of travelers who, not knowing who the local children were, would think me a local. I could probably get away with stealing something from them without ever being suspected. Even if they caught me I could play dumb.

I called a pigeon over, in it's own tongue I ordered it to go walk and soil on their table.
Pigeons being stupid creatures and my request being reasonable it obeyed.

There was a small uproar at the table which I took immediate advantage of. I ran over (wishing my legs were longer) and grabbed at a necklace around one of their necks, I was in too much of a hurry to see who's. But the necklace would not break, I tried to grab for a bag instead only to find myself held my own height above the ground under my armpits. I tried to look around to see who got me but I only managed to see the large hands on me. It must have been the giant. I admit I was foolishly scared.

"Let me go you oaf!" I snarled then remembered myself, "I mean, Ahhh! Help! Noo! Pease don’ take me mista! I omwe wanted thome grwub!” Complete lie with an endearing lack of grammar and proper punctuation. Lisp for good measure. Throw in some urchin talk and viola! Why are adults saps for that? I vow that when I am an adult I won’t fall for it.

I then cried in a most pitiful way that I know how to do at any time in any mood. Just s I have been able to as long as I remember. Only a heart of granite would not let me go at this point.

OOC the ‘giant’ is Shlear , and only because that character is so much bigger than mine.

Name: Ezekiel "Zeke"
Age: 19
Height: 6'2"
Gender: Male
Occupation: Former Battle-Mage Acolyte
Race: Human
Hair: Black
Powers:
--Arcane Tatoos: Little is known about Zeke's unique talent. (To be revealed In Character)
Alignment: True Neutral

Elsewhere in the forest...

"There is a lot of activity in this forest," Myth said. "Do you want to be Concealed?"

"No, it's probably kids messing about."

"There are adults, a lot of them and I'm sensing magical auras. I don't like it; we should find another way to get to The Stones without being seen by anyone, especially those neo-wizards."

Astrath nodded. "I can't stand them; they think magic is all about conquering new lands or using Bad Magic."

Bad Magic was what Astrath considered Dark magic, it was always bad in his books, and he was one of the last magicians of The Scrolls who had tried to keep peace over magical and non-magical beings. Myth was also one of the last of her kind as many daimons had been wiped out by the neo-wizards.

"I can feel a shield of protection around here somewhere. Has any magicians ever lived in this forest?" Myth turned to her master; he was sitting with his back against a tree and was checking his bundles for the scrolls he was guarding. "Why don't you give them to me?"

"No, I'm the only one who can touch them. I have never read any manuscripts saying of anyone that we know living here, it's probably one of those neo-wizards, and their magic isn't like ours."

They had been travelling through the forest for two whole days now, occasionally Myth would go on ahead to check the forest was clear but she never told her master about the strange beings she had seen. She hated knights and she had seen two or three on one of her inspections, one was dead on the floor but there was nothing worth taking from him.

"The sooner we get to Xephyr's Peak, the better. We'll have to get past two towns and over the mountain, I'll need you as a bird of some kind then, I don't think I'll have strength to climb over rocks or even venture through caves." Astrath said.

"You should have accepted help, you know I can't do everything myself with no other daimons to cover my back. I'm fed up of looking after you; I need my freedom from this dreadful world."

"Stop complaining, when I've done my deeds you'll be free, I won't be around when the magic is done."

They were silent for a moment listening to the twittering of birds and the distant sounds of people. They were both tired of each other but neither was anything without the other and they both knew it.

"If you think I'll stand by and let you die at Xephyr's Peak you can think again." Myth shifted into a large black horse. "I'll carry you until we get out of here."

Astrath climbed onto her gratefully, he murmured his thanks and grabbed her mane as she galloped at an incredible speed. "We'll be out by this afternoon!" He shouted over the thundering of her hooves on ground.


((OOC: Neo-wizards are mages, wizards and anyone else possessing magical powers who are enemies of magicians (Astrath) and daimons (Myth), I just thought I'd point that out in case anyone was wondering who/what they were.))

(Sounds kind of like Maxwell actually, except they still think that nobody can perform magic except for those with magical blood.

Since Maxwell is kind of boring to write for (and he is pretty much ignored most of the time anyway.) I'll create a new character.

Name: Tiren Har'sen
Age: 32.
Gender: Male.
Species: Gryphon.
Occupation: Tracker.
Powers: None.
Inate ability: Magical Immunity, Truth Sense (Spells cast on gryphon are ineffective. Is able to tell if someone is telling the truth or not.)
Bio: This gryphon is rather intimidating. He owns a magical compass, which can lead him to whomever he is seeking. The trick isn't finding them, but getting there, and at the right time.)

Tiren Har'sen flew over another community. There was a small mob of people attacking someone, but none of them were familiar. He had already memorized the faces and figures of his targets. The Dreadnaughts gang was rather tough group, mostly composed of out of luck thieves. These weren't really important to him. At 100 coins a head, they were nothing.

No, his target was the leader. He was worth 5000 coins. He was a mage, who had probably organized the gang. Without him, the rest of them would become easy targets.

It wasn't a matter of finding him. The compass would do that. It was a matter of timing. Mages were powerful, one had to take them out when they were distracted, sleeping, or otherwise engaged. Otherwise, they would sense you. Then, they would do one of two things: attack you, or teleport themselves. The latter was the least desirable for Tiren. Months could be wasted reacquiring a target.

The compass turned red, indicating that the target was close. He dove down now; the rest of the journey would be on foot.

Name: White Flame
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Species: Winged Wolf (New Zealand Dingo, don't ask, I made it up in 2nd grade)
Abilities: Fastest, strongest, best swimmer and climber. Can fly and has a poison in my mouth that resembles blood, but can instantly kill.
Looks Like: Black with white-tipped paws and ears and tail. Wings are also black and embedded with real silver feathers. one half green, half blue eye, and the other is silver
Powers: Breaths fire, claws can retract and come out and slice, and eyes can kill magically.

Bio: Born to White Flame, my name is also Maku. I am strong, but rejected by my king. I was the runt, and in no way will i be allowed to be a warrior. I have turned on my pack. But my heart is stolen by the beautiful Sarabi, the princess.

Dynamo walked over to the child which was caught in Shlear's grip. He laughed at her. "That was the worst display of theft I've ever seen!" The way he said it made it seem like he was telling a joke.

Tears began to form around the girl's eyes as she began to cry.

Dynamo noticed and tried to make her stop. "Oh, hey! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry or anything!"

"Pwease make da big man wet me go!" She pleaded.

"Hey, you heard her. Let her go." Dynamo told Shlear.

"She tried to steal from us!" Shlear said.

"She was only hungry. She didn't mean any harm."

Shlear sighed and let the child down. She rubbed her eyes as she quietly whined.

Dynamo reached into his pocket and took out a piece of candy. He gave it to the girl. "Here you go. Don't cry, ok?"

The girl sniffled and took the candy from him. "Ok."

"Hey!" Isaure said, striding towards the child, "Weren't you the person that caused all of the trouble at the fair in Somerscade last year by stealing the jewel display?"

Uh-oh, She thought, My game's up...

With that thought she whirled around, fully intending to bolt into the surrounding forest, until she ran into Shlear.

"Ummmm...Hi?" She asked with a nervous giggle, trying to but herself some time.

"Dynamo you are too soft hearted, you need to know when the time is right to be stern, sad to think that someone like you would beleive her story. I think I'll go drop her off at some orphanage or somthing; Don't worry, I'll find you. And as for you young lass, you are coming with me." I said picking her up and holding her tightly; "hold on."

"why?" she whined looking a little woried.

"Because we are going fast, I don't feel the need of wasting time by walking." I said. After walking way's away out in the woods I quickly floated upwards as a strong gust of wind lifted us up and the small child tightly gripped my shirt her eyes growing wide with either fear or interest. Once we were at a decent hight I we were quickly propelled over towards the orphanage Upon getting there We dropped out of the sky plummeting towards the earth, the girl screaming but stopping short, within a foot of the ground. Then still carrying her I Escorted her to the desk. "Excuse me I found this homeless girl out trying to steal from people so I brought her here, I trust you will take care of her?" I said dropping a few gold coins on the table.

"yes sir we will, what is her name and age?" she questioned me.

"well you will have to ask her that yourself, good day" i said smiling and then broke into a run towards the tavern again only to see a shadow fly quickly over head. "huh, I wonder what that was." a spring in my step I changed directions running towards some unknown being.

No one orders me around. No one. Let alone take me to an orphanage. As if i couldn't take care of myself! I have been to orphanages before and hated it. Besides they would b4e better off without another muoth to feed.

I was so angry I hardly gave a second thought to the fact the giant flew. I simply concluded it would be a troop of sages. And how dare he assume me an orphan! I never mentioned a lack of parents. For all he knew i could just be in trouble from my mom so i would have to steel to get a supper i might have been disallowed. Also that lady how did she knew i had something to do with that jewelry theft? No use dwelling on it.

Luckily there was a hawk near by, i could ask him for a ride.
"Excuse me Sir, but would you be so kind as to give me a short ride following that giant," i said indicating my capture who was about to take off, "I will be the size of a baby rat, you could carry me easily"

The hawk looked at me with intelligent and sympathetic eyes, "Of course i will" he said kindly not questioning my motives or me being the size of a mouse "Anything for a chick"

"thank you" I transformed into a baby rat and he swooped from his tree so i could get aboard. I could have flew myself but since i can only become baby animals i was not a skilled or fast flier. The hawk kept up with the man with ease.

Once we were there I got off and switched my form into that of a puppy, until i could figure out what to do for revenge, or a better form. I followed them as they began to leave the restaurant. Giant or no that man would not get away with telling me what to do.

(Hopefully Zel, you didn't confuse my gryphon for a hawk. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt though...)

Tiren had crawled towards in the direction the compass gave him, when he saw some guards. They stood inside a cave, next to a door. He spotted a rope, which was undoubtably attached to an iron gate. He determined that it was magic resistant, the better to keep out mages.

It was ingenious. The guards need only undo the slip knot, and the gate would crash down. This wouldn't necessarily save the guards, but it would prevent anyone from entering. Anyone who put that much effort into defense would also have laid down provisions for an extended siege.

Tiren was surprised. The gang was much more sophisticated then he had expected, which was a compliment to their leader. He would need to be very creative. He put himself into the perspective of his enemy. It was something he enjoyed.

If I were in charge, I wouldn't risk the guards getting ambushed, I'd make it so there was another layer of defense, upon more defenses.

Defenses indeed! Anyone that went into there could expect nothing less than an ambush. Hidden pits, mazes, animals, and quite possibly ambushes were only some of the dangers Tiren could imagine.

No. I don't want to go through there, that's where they want me to go.

There must be another weakness. It didn't take long for Tiren to figure it out. The mage had put a lot of effort into defending his cave. This wasn't a normal camp, which could be rebuilt. This was a fortress, which was in the charge of it's designer. He wanted it to stay his, abandoning it would occur only on the occassion that the attackers found a way in.

The only way to get repel a superior force of attackers is to send a message to an ally. There was probably another way in, much more secret. Tiren now turned his head, a large group of people were coming. The guards heard it too. In a flash, the knot was undone, sending the gate to the ground. The guards vanished deeper into the cave, probably to alert their boss.

This didn't bother Tiren too much. On the one hand, his target now was more guarded in his manner, it was far easier to kill someone when they were careless. Now, though, he would have an opportunity to find the secret entrance.

No sooner had he thought this, than did he hear the ground behind him open up. The grass rose up, magically, as a light shone out. Tiren crept up the top of it. A thief now emerged, his back to Tiren. He looked left, then right. It didn't take much effort for Tiren to kill him. The thief never saw what hit him. Tiren now went down the tunnel.

The opening closed before the group even found the gate.