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***Harvest Cut Short***

Amund really disliked Draynor village. He had lived there all his young life, helping his father plough and sow and reap the small family farm in an endless cycle of seasonal drudgery. Now it was harvest time again, so he was out, cutting the wheat field with a scythe and gathering it up into sheaves to be dried and brought in later. His hands were already blistering and his arms ached from the fatigue, yet there were at least two more days worth of work ahead, just to bring this one field in. He cast the scythe down beside him and sat on a small boulder to take a well-earned break.

“Just a few minutes will do it,” he muttered to himself as he relaxed, letting his muscles ease.

Jerking up, soil falling from his clothes, he realized he’d fallen asleep and rolled off the boulder onto the ground. The sun was sinking in the sky already. Leaping to his feet in a panic, he reached for his scythe. But it was gone.

The hairs on the back of his neck prickled uncomfortably and he was suddenly filled with an overwhelming sense of dread, though he knew not why. His feet seemed frozen, rooted to the spot. He twisted round slowly and let out a fearful scream. A ghost-like figure was standing right behind him, silent and unmoving. Its insubstantial form was enshrouded in billowing robes and it held Amund’s scythe in its right hand.

For a second that seemed drawn out to infinity, Amund and the shadow faced each other silently. Then the figure attacked with blinding fury. The first hit shattered one of Amund’s ribs with the end of the scythe's wooden handle. As the weapon was twisted in a blur, the handle swung sideways to fracture his leg. In a final flurry, the blade carved across his face before he had even hit the ground.

As he lay, stunned and motionless, the shadow spoke. Its words, though soft, exploded inside Amund’s head.

“Tellllll thhhhem we *ccome.”

16-Nov-2006 10:45:18 - Last edited on 31-Oct-2009 02:23:01 by Dreamweaver

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***A Meeting in the Cellar***

The Bounteous Lady skimmed across the waves, leaving a long v-shaped wake behind her. The three wizards were taking turns to fill its sail, though some were more robust about it than others. Each time Zavistic gestured at the triangular canvas, Nildi clenched his teeth and gripped the sides of the boat with white knuckles. Yet he managed to survive the ride without quite tumbling over the stern.

Though the sun was past its zenith, it was still daylight when they first caught sight of the piers and jetties of Port Khazard. As they approached, Lavrus, who was on wind-duty, slowed the boat so as not to cause suspicion. Then they manned the oars to navigate themselves up to a spare dock. After some inexpert fumbling with ropes to secure the boat, they disembarked and made their way along the jetty towards the town.

“My good friend works at the general store on the western side of town,” Zavistic announced as they strolled through the quiet streets. “People from miles around come to him for basic supplies, so he knows just about everybody there is to know. If anyone has information about that wealthy stranger, it will be him.”

A few minutes later, they pushed open the door to a small, dimly lit wooden shack and filed inside.

“Hello?” called Zavistic, peering past the cluttered merchandise in the gloom. “Treg, are you open?”

There was a muffled clatter and some footsteps on wooden stairs, and then a shocked face emerged from behind a trapdoor at the back of the room.

“Bless my soul, it’s Secretary Rarve! Forgive me; I was in the cellar, restocking things. I had closed, but must have forgotten to lock the door. It’s a good thing I didn’t! Will you come down? There is more light there.”

The short, bald old shopkeeper crossed the room quickly, locking the front door and ushering them downstairs. He closed the trapdoor as he followed them.

~continued~

16-Nov-2006 10:54:04 - Last edited on 24-Nov-2006 10:14:50 by Dreamweaver

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“What is going on? Why are we going downstairs?” asked Zavistic, casting around for a chair to sit on but settling for an upturned water ewer.

“I will explain. The Royal Khazard Guard is in town, looking for a dangerous party of evil mages, they say. They have torn the place apart with their searches and insist they will continue to do so for everyone’s safety until these individuals have been caught and brought to justice.”

“And what have these dangerous criminals supposedly done?” asked Zavistic wryly.

“Waylaid and killed two guards on the road to Yanille, apparently,” replied Treg.

“Stuff and nonsense!” cried Zavistic. “There were eight guards and they waylaid us! One got away. I knew trouble would come of it, just not this fast."

"It certainly is trouble. You must get out of the port as fast as you can. There are thirty or more of those swaggering thugs patrolling the streets."

"That is salient advice indeed. Yet we have an urgent matter to discuss first. My companion and friend here is Nildi Crystalweaver, an Elder Dwarf from deep Keldagrim. Perhaps he can explain.”

Treg’s eyes widened in wonderment at the introduction, but he motioned for Nildi to tell his tale. So the Dwarf, sitting on a stack of dusty ledgers, relayed the story of his lost skin parchment as quickly as he could, concentrating on the description and actions of the mysterious stranger from the bar.

“I would warrant that the woman you saw…”

“Woman?” Nildi asked.

~continued~

16-Nov-2006 10:55:51 - Last edited on 28-Nov-2006 11:29:45 by Dreamweaver

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“Yes, the wealthy person from the inn. She sounds a lot like Andarra Chevisiar to me. Andarra is a traveler and a merchant who conducts business all over Kandarin, though she is based in Ardougne. But she is also a notable thief with a particular passion for dealing in artifacts of questionable origin.

“I am also quite sure that this Jongor Smitson fellow you have described was one of her contacts in Yanille, so he probably could not wait to tell Andarra of your timely arrival and horrific story. I imagine they did everything they could to separate you from your cloak and therefore your skin.”

Silence fell as each person in the room mulled over the story, trying to determine their next move. It was Lavrus who broke the silence first.

"It is clear that this thief now seeks what we ourselves have been seeking,” he mused. “Andarra will have no clear idea of the worth of the skin until she has tried to get it interpreted herself. Therefore we should be asking who can read it and also who may be interested in buying it.”

“The necromancer!” cried Treg immediately. “He is but two days ride north of here. Even less by sea."

"Oh why did I not remember him?” muttered Zavistic. “Such an obvious choice! Better yet, we can teleport back to the Yanille watchtower and then portal directly to him!” He sprang to his feet excitedly, knocking his jug seat flying.

“Wait, wait!” exclaimed Devlin. “Nildi must come too. I would not advise passing his pendant through the portal; even assuming we can teleport him back to Yanille in the first place. We should get back to the boat. We will make it in a day with a stiff wind in our sail.”

~continued~

16-Nov-2006 10:56:50 - Last edited on 03-Dec-2006 05:07:56 by Dreamweaver

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Zavistic sighed. “You are right of course, then let us g…”

At that moment, a pounding was heard above their heads and Treg leapt up with a yelp.

“The guards! The guards are at the door. They will find you here. We’re trapped!”

“Did I not see a back window to this shop, Treg?” asked Nildi. “Can you keep the guards talking at the door while we slip out that way?”

Treg nodded and tiptoed up the stairs, opening the trapdoor silently. The four companions made their way up and checked the window for activity, but it was all clear. As they slowly opened it, the pounding on the door intensified.

“Ahoy! Open up, you lazy dog! Are you sleeping in there?”

“No, I was downstairs, my arms full of merchandise!” called back Treg, quickly sweeping a shelf of tinderboxes to the floor with a clatter. “Darn it all, look what you made me do!”

“We’ll make you do a lot more than that unless this door is open before I count to three,” yelled back the guard. “One!”

Treg glanced around. Nildi had been lifted out of the window and Devlin was most of the way through. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” he yelled towards the front of the store.

“Come quicker, mongrel! Two…”

Devlin and Zavistic were now outside. Lavrus was on his way.

“Thr...”

Treg unlatched the front door, which was immediately thrust open, pushing him aside.

“Get away, and light some stinkin’ lanterns in here, will you? It’s darker than a tomb. Why is your window open anyway?”

16-Nov-2006 10:57:22 - Last edited on 24-Nov-2006 10:17:24 by Dreamweaver

Roshinda

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Yay more adds to read!

I still intend to add yet tonight, I've been busy working on stuff for my boyfriend's new clan and haven't taken the time to do any writing yet. I'm going to hand the computer over now and do that.

16-Nov-2006 11:01:59

Roshinda

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Wow that was fast. Three more adds posted in the time it took me to read and comment on the first two. That would have taken me 5 hours to write lol. Im not assuming you wrote them all just then, but you know what I mean. I can only dream of one day being able to add 5 posts to my story in one day.

Fantastic writing. I really really love this story.

And I knew the stranger HAD to be a woman because of how you kept describing her as "them" not him. :p

16-Nov-2006 11:07:15 - Last edited on 16-Nov-2006 11:08:03 by Roshinda

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Yes indeed Rosh! You saw through that little device immediately, and you caught me in the middle of posting my work this evening. :)

Readers may or may not have noticed, but events and details from earlier posts are constantly being revised and tweaked as the story continues. This is necessary for consistency and so that the different elements at play come together in meaningful ways.

I just mention this in case any readers feel the urge to revisit earlier material, knowing that the entire thread is somewhat dynamic.

Hint: You can check out the last time a post was edited to see what has changed to some extent. :)

As always, thanks very much for reading!

Dreamweaver

16-Nov-2006 11:29:00 - Last edited on 17-Nov-2006 05:27:18 by Dreamweaver

Maia Smith

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As per your request, I looked through the first page for grammar mistakes. I only found two errors and one possible error. That's good for eight posts worth of narrative.

Post 7:
"He needed water and rest, and had..."
- You don't use commas before a conjunction (and, but, or...) unless both clauses can function as complete sentences. In this sentence, it's tough to do that because you have an "and" separating "water" and "rest." This is the possible error. I'd get a second opinion on this one.

Post 8:
"I could not pass out, I could not die."
- Here, you don't use a comma, since you're separating two independent clauses. You'd use a semi-colon here, or just use a period. Here, I'd use the period.

"We did not even know which mine network it was, and have heard nothing..."
- This is another "no comma before conjunction one." For the same reason as above, just this one is more clear cut.

Ok, bad stuff over. ^_^

I like the style of your introduction to this story. By using the second person, you pull the reader directly into the narrative and rouse our curiosity immediately. It's an effective hook.

I also like that your main character is an old dwarf, which is untraditional, especially on these forums.

Further, you do a good job of using active voice, rather than passive, and you keep a tight reign on your linking verbs (am, is, are, was, were). This helps to give your story the feel of "showing" over "telling." You don't just tell us what happened, you show us; this draws us in.

In, "Over Steaming Mead":
"...from where you hail..." Very good use of the prepositional phrase here. This is correctly written.
May I use this as an example of good preposition use?

I will be back. ^_^

- Maia
~>^< Novelist of The Amethyst Library >^<~

18-Nov-2006 05:41:12 - Last edited on 18-Nov-2006 05:42:05 by Maia Smith

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