eichbaum
05-23-2009, 08:36 AM
Prolouge
(Note: I just got here, so you may suggest I go to somewhere else, but I have played Fiesta a lot longer than my post count implys. I'm also a wannabe writer, so please post whatever you think, no pretenses :))
Issac plunged through the dense foliage of the Forest of Tides, firing arrow after arrow at his pursuers, three slime, which were hopping toward him, a creepy grin on their faces, like a drawn happy face. One of his arrows hit one of them in the face, splattering goo everywhere, but it kept coming, half a simle on it's face. They continued to gain on him, and Issac searched frantically, hoping for a route out of this blasted nightmare. Spotting the road, he dashed forward.
Issac had blond hair, green eyes, and a handsome figure. He had been out in the woods with his girlfriend, Katie, when they attacked. Fifteen slime had emerged and pounced. Katie was unarmed, so Issac had told her to run, to.. meet him at Roumen, for he had his bow, his hunter's bow that he carried with him to fake that he wasn't with Katie to his parents (they didn't approve of her). He had distracted the slime for a long time, and he was bone tired, having spent his last arrow on that one slime.
Issac thought about all this as he clutched his stitch and glanced back. He had lost the slime. His controlled breathing turned to panting and wheezing, and he took a drink from his water bottle, gulping down water until his stich ceased to exsist and his breathing returned to normal. He grabbed the bread he had brought as bait for the animals he was to hunt and tore through it ravenously, demolishing it until there was nothing left, for his last food he had was dinner at the house. He rubbed his mouth with his forearm and brushed off his clothes, then took off across the road, strolling this time and humming the song "Love is Fantastic," in Elvish under his breath. He gazed at the moon, than went bolt upright as he realized that position meant it was midnight. He swore, grimacing as the curse left his mouth. It was past sixteen curfew, and he knew his fourteen-year old brother, Jacob, would already be asleep. He bitterly thought about how much trouble he would be in, thinking of his excuse, but Mom would just say that slimes are peaceful. With a sigh, he started forward again, hiking towards home. Along the way, he came across the five arrows he had used for practice earlier that evening. He left two that had cracks in them, but gathered the other three into his quiver.
Strolling along, Issac didn't notice the Hero until it was almost to late. The red slimeball coiled itself up and launched straight at him, but he had time to duck, and it sailed over his head, chewing empty air. Issac rolled to get his momentum returning, and nocked an arrow, shooting it at the slime, it hit the bottom, and the slime groaned as goo seeped out. It howled and spun at Issac, but Issac pulverized it's face with his bow, sending it sprawling. The thing growled and whipped its tail at Issac, catching him in the chest.
"Ummph!" Issac gasped as pain overloaded his system. He stumbled backwards and tripped over his untied shoelace, landing on the ground with a surprised, "What the..."
He looked up to see the hero similing at him doughtily with his drawn face, and cursed, taking an aroow from his quiver and stabbing the thing in the face, somersaulting to get up and away from the goobath. He got to his feet, panting as goo ran down his face.
"Well, Well, Well, a brave warrior!" a cackly maniacal voice wheezed, "What should I do?" it added in a mocking tone.
Issac whirled around to see a brownish, wrinkled old figure around three feet tall that had a hunchback peering at him, head ****ed to one side, with two tan bodyguard looking versions and several paler versions all around him.
"Well, boss, we could just take 'im out," Nasty Number One suggested with his equally weird, kind of mad sounding voice.
"I can see that, but, he's Roumenen, they would do a lot to get him back, so, lets see how well he can entertain us," Master Nasty said, "Get 'im"
"Yes boss," Nasty Number Two said. He made a fire ball in his hands and shot it at Issac, who felt the hair on his neck singe as he dived past. He had already had his last arrow nocked and let it fly, coming to a rest in Master Nasty's heart.
Instantly, a fire was created, and Issac crumpled to the floor.
And I woke up, knowing Issac was, are soon will be, dead
(Note: I just got here, so you may suggest I go to somewhere else, but I have played Fiesta a lot longer than my post count implys. I'm also a wannabe writer, so please post whatever you think, no pretenses :))
Issac plunged through the dense foliage of the Forest of Tides, firing arrow after arrow at his pursuers, three slime, which were hopping toward him, a creepy grin on their faces, like a drawn happy face. One of his arrows hit one of them in the face, splattering goo everywhere, but it kept coming, half a simle on it's face. They continued to gain on him, and Issac searched frantically, hoping for a route out of this blasted nightmare. Spotting the road, he dashed forward.
Issac had blond hair, green eyes, and a handsome figure. He had been out in the woods with his girlfriend, Katie, when they attacked. Fifteen slime had emerged and pounced. Katie was unarmed, so Issac had told her to run, to.. meet him at Roumen, for he had his bow, his hunter's bow that he carried with him to fake that he wasn't with Katie to his parents (they didn't approve of her). He had distracted the slime for a long time, and he was bone tired, having spent his last arrow on that one slime.
Issac thought about all this as he clutched his stitch and glanced back. He had lost the slime. His controlled breathing turned to panting and wheezing, and he took a drink from his water bottle, gulping down water until his stich ceased to exsist and his breathing returned to normal. He grabbed the bread he had brought as bait for the animals he was to hunt and tore through it ravenously, demolishing it until there was nothing left, for his last food he had was dinner at the house. He rubbed his mouth with his forearm and brushed off his clothes, then took off across the road, strolling this time and humming the song "Love is Fantastic," in Elvish under his breath. He gazed at the moon, than went bolt upright as he realized that position meant it was midnight. He swore, grimacing as the curse left his mouth. It was past sixteen curfew, and he knew his fourteen-year old brother, Jacob, would already be asleep. He bitterly thought about how much trouble he would be in, thinking of his excuse, but Mom would just say that slimes are peaceful. With a sigh, he started forward again, hiking towards home. Along the way, he came across the five arrows he had used for practice earlier that evening. He left two that had cracks in them, but gathered the other three into his quiver.
Strolling along, Issac didn't notice the Hero until it was almost to late. The red slimeball coiled itself up and launched straight at him, but he had time to duck, and it sailed over his head, chewing empty air. Issac rolled to get his momentum returning, and nocked an arrow, shooting it at the slime, it hit the bottom, and the slime groaned as goo seeped out. It howled and spun at Issac, but Issac pulverized it's face with his bow, sending it sprawling. The thing growled and whipped its tail at Issac, catching him in the chest.
"Ummph!" Issac gasped as pain overloaded his system. He stumbled backwards and tripped over his untied shoelace, landing on the ground with a surprised, "What the..."
He looked up to see the hero similing at him doughtily with his drawn face, and cursed, taking an aroow from his quiver and stabbing the thing in the face, somersaulting to get up and away from the goobath. He got to his feet, panting as goo ran down his face.
"Well, Well, Well, a brave warrior!" a cackly maniacal voice wheezed, "What should I do?" it added in a mocking tone.
Issac whirled around to see a brownish, wrinkled old figure around three feet tall that had a hunchback peering at him, head ****ed to one side, with two tan bodyguard looking versions and several paler versions all around him.
"Well, boss, we could just take 'im out," Nasty Number One suggested with his equally weird, kind of mad sounding voice.
"I can see that, but, he's Roumenen, they would do a lot to get him back, so, lets see how well he can entertain us," Master Nasty said, "Get 'im"
"Yes boss," Nasty Number Two said. He made a fire ball in his hands and shot it at Issac, who felt the hair on his neck singe as he dived past. He had already had his last arrow nocked and let it fly, coming to a rest in Master Nasty's heart.
Instantly, a fire was created, and Issac crumpled to the floor.
And I woke up, knowing Issac was, are soon will be, dead