This is a story I'm going to submit to TNG. I decided to post it early and see if I could get a bit of advice beforehand. It is still being edited.
What I've heard so far:
1. It should be clearer what the knights are doing in the swamp.
2. It should be clearer what happens next in the story.
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“What did you expect? A school of rabbits?”
Ten knights huddled around a fire that felt colder than the river they'd just crossed. The speaker was the owner of said fire.
The swamp was silent. Normally that would be a mercy—Captain Vility feared the Lumbridge Marshes, and with good reason. But their host's words were much more frightening than any utterance to be heard from toad or rail.
Still, the knight felt there was one flaw in the old man's story. He decided to voice his doubts.
“You call it a warden, not a school.”
If looks could kill, the Captain was sure he would have died by now. His talent for poking holes in arguments had made him many enemies. But the old hermit's look was not one of annoyance, but of disdain. “Please. The warden is only the name of the rabbits' home, their network of burrows.”
The Captain's heart sank. “Really?”
The hermit nodded sagely. “I believe so.”
“Drat. But wait...wouldn't it be a flock of rabbits? Not a school?”
The man opened his mouth to respond, to be interrupted by Sir Kamvent. Kamvent was the Captain's right-hand man for his cunning, but he could be rather impatient at times. “Let's not get distracted here. Go on, old man.”
The hermit scowled, but continued. “Well, you knew Draynor was under attack. Did you expect a ward—er, school--”
“Flock.”
“Herd,” piped up another knight.
“Be quiet!* Sir Kamvent snapped. “Now, you're trying to tell us that Draynor was conquered?”
“And burned to the ground.”
The Captain frowned. “But...well, we had fifty knights there.”
“As I said. Did you expect Draynor to be attacked by a pack of sheep, perhaps?”
“It's a flock,” growled Sir Kamvent.
What I've heard so far:
1. It should be clearer what the knights are doing in the swamp.
2. It should be clearer what happens next in the story.
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“What did you expect? A school of rabbits?”
Ten knights huddled around a fire that felt colder than the river they'd just crossed. The speaker was the owner of said fire.
The swamp was silent. Normally that would be a mercy—Captain Vility feared the Lumbridge Marshes, and with good reason. But their host's words were much more frightening than any utterance to be heard from toad or rail.
Still, the knight felt there was one flaw in the old man's story. He decided to voice his doubts.
“You call it a warden, not a school.”
If looks could kill, the Captain was sure he would have died by now. His talent for poking holes in arguments had made him many enemies. But the old hermit's look was not one of annoyance, but of disdain. “Please. The warden is only the name of the rabbits' home, their network of burrows.”
The Captain's heart sank. “Really?”
The hermit nodded sagely. “I believe so.”
“Drat. But wait...wouldn't it be a flock of rabbits? Not a school?”
The man opened his mouth to respond, to be interrupted by Sir Kamvent. Kamvent was the Captain's right-hand man for his cunning, but he could be rather impatient at times. “Let's not get distracted here. Go on, old man.”
The hermit scowled, but continued. “Well, you knew Draynor was under attack. Did you expect a ward—er, school--”
“Flock.”
“Herd,” piped up another knight.
“Be quiet!* Sir Kamvent snapped. “Now, you're trying to tell us that Draynor was conquered?”
“And burned to the ground.”
The Captain frowned. “But...well, we had fifty knights there.”
“As I said. Did you expect Draynor to be attacked by a pack of sheep, perhaps?”
“It's a flock,” growled Sir Kamvent.
17-Jul-2011 17:38:21