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si soy Leon
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si soy Leon

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Just some other basic information about the story:

1. The prologue ends 5 years before the main story will take place

2. I like to think of Runescape as a truly huge, magical place. I hope that I can get away with using familiar locations, exaggerated to make the landscape seem more realistic.

3. The Character "Hines" is named after my character, but only because I don't feel right leaving the name out of the story!

4. Dante is a reference to Dante's inferno , a 12th century Italian masterpiece, and Atheana is intended to be very close to Athena , the Greek godess of military tactic, the patron god of Athens, etc.
I'm still trying to decide how I should implement this into the story, but I'm brainstorming!

I'd appreciate any input as to how the characters will be dressed five years after the prologue. I'm currently sketching out ideas right now!

12-Aug-2013 05:12:20

si soy Leon
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si soy Leon

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I've got what I consider a good start on the first chapter! I'm still waiting for any feedback to do with the characters and the prologue... I plan on a healthy amount of editing and reworking of what I've got so far and what I'll have in the future, but I think the first real chapter will be a lot more pleasurable to read than the prologue...

12-Aug-2013 08:03:17

si soy Leon
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si soy Leon

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Chapter 1 - The Home Team

A small bar sits in the rotting district of southern Varrock. Its dim lights reveal little from outside: there is a small counter and several empty tables. Inside only two people are visible; a tall, tired looking man with wiry brown hair sits slumped over his drink at the counter. He takes long drags from his dark ale, staring vacantly at the arrangement of bottles behind the bartender; the bartender, an older man who stares out the window as vacantly as the lone patron of his business. A sign hangs on the old, wooden door of his bar:

“YOU’RE countrymen fight the goblin menace!
You can volunteer today, or
You can help the cause!
See recruitment office, located just west of the palace in the city square!”

A soft flurry of snow moistens the gravel street in front of the old stone building. Snow is accumulating on the grassy alleys between the building and its neighboring establishments. A man walks by, unimportant, his breath visible as he exhales. The bartender’s eyes follow the slowly moving man, and when the man is gone, train on his lone patron.

“What’s your story, kid?”

13-Aug-2013 00:27:52

si soy Leon
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si soy Leon

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He observes the man sitting at his counter lazily look up at him. His eyes are sunken as if he hasn’t slept in days. His face lacks any wrinkles, suggesting he is younger, although his 5 o’clock shadow mask his true age somewhat. The bartender decides he would look very noble if he were to have a good night’s rest and a good shave. The man takes another drag of his beer, and straightens up in his chair.

“I was seeing this girl on the north end of Varrock. Very long, brown hair and a very wide, pretty smile. I would walk a few miles up to her house and we would drink the wine in the cellar of her house. It was very good stuff, very old stuff. Her grandfather had kept a huge selection of good wines and it had passed from her father to her over the course of however many years. It was good, well-aged wine.”

The bartender curiously looks at his patron. The story did*’t seem to be over.
“Well over the course of three weeks or so, we drank three or four drums of the stuff. I’d go over to her house, drink wine with her, and go to work in the sewers the next day to fight of any monsters vicious enough to approach the construction workers down there.”

He takes another drink of beer, and is silent for a long time.

“What happened with her?” the bartender asks, hoping for a conclusion to his story.

13-Aug-2013 00:28:18

si soy Leon
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“We drank all of her wine and she freaked out. Said I drank away her birthright,” says the man at the bar. “But the truth is, every day I’d come home from work and she’d be drunk. She’d drink at least a quarter-barrel’s worth of wine every day I went to work before I even started drinking.”

The character sits up in his stool as if to better tell his story, which surprised the bar tender.

“She takes me to court, claiming the appraised cost of the wine. All of the wine. She loses the court case and refuses to see me again. I’ve been sober ever since. That was two months ago.”

He sighs.

“Of course I usually don’t drink often anyways. It clouds the mind. Something about her just made me keep going.”

The bartender nods knowingly, although he’s never experienced anything quite like that. The young man continues.

13-Aug-2013 00:28:58

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