OK, this is my first storybook so I don't expect a whole ton of responses, especially with the caption I've put under the title. Oh well.
Rules:
1) NO ENDINGS. This is one of the worst things you can do to a storybook. Any attempted endings will be deleted as soon as I see them.
2) STICK TO THE PLOTLINE. I don't care if what you post is zany and wacky as long as it makes sense in within the world and follows the story is some logical way.
3) DESCRIBING YOUR CHARACTER BEFOREHAND IS UNESSECARY. This is not an RPG, so you don't need to stick to one character, and you don't need to have a new character fully figured out. Half the fun will be developing mysterious characters.
4) THIS IS A FANTASY. And a serious one, at that. A middle-ages, magical fantasy. Dragons and Centaurs and Wizards are OK. Guns are not.
5) HAVE FUN! Enjoy yourself, and don't worry if you don't think what you posted is good enough. As long as it follows the rules, it's fine.
Here goes:
As Eoin moved gracefully from the ground onto the thick branches of a vast oak-tree, in his head he blessed the forest. Such a beautiful place it was, wild and windswept, yet structured and peaceful. What a pity nobody seemed to notice it nowadays. But no matter, Eoin thought, no matter. His plan was to take care of those who refused to notice.
He may have blessed the forest for it's beauty, but there was really only one thing Eoin loved about it: the forest's trees made a perfect hiding place.
As wind rustled the leaves and bushes, casually tossing them aside, a sound travelled in it's gale. From where he sat on the thick branch, Eoin blessed the wind. Such a gloriously powerful thing. Really though, what he loved was the information it revealed, and the sound it carried: the sound of a horse's hooves as they clip-clopped on the well-worn path below. Where there was a horse, there was a man, and Eoin knew which man would be travelling through the forest on a day like today. Eoin drew his bow from his bare chest, and in his head, Eoin blessed sound.
With perfect balance on the oaktree, and a clear view of the path, Eoin nocked a single arrow. It was all he would need.
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