I've written an intro post for Marcus
I want approval and I have no idea where to put it so its post it so here it is. I got really excited and ended up writing quite a bit
INTRO FOR MARCUS
Deep in the middle of nowhere lays a village. Shire population 400, a pub, general store and busy markets wasn’t the significant reason Marcus called this place home for the last 12 months. Marcus sat quietly in the corner his gaze constantly sweeping through the room, watching the drunks drink away their sorrows. He hated Pubs and this one in the small town was no different. The medium sized hall scattered with tables and chairs. The room was lit by a log fire which was crowded around by the local yobbos. He hated the crowds, the noise and the smell but beggars can’t be choosers he mused. Knowing full well he needed something to fuel his addiction for a nice cool beer.
“Wanna nother beer mate?” the bartender yelled across the room, his fat chubby cheeks wobbling like that fancy jelly you get at Christmas. Marcus frowned, hating the extroverted man, cringing at every time he acted like he was his best friend. “I’m not your mate you loser, and no I don’t want another flaming beer” Yelled angrily. Marcus spat angrily onto the ground, he detested this hell hole. But then he wasn’t here in this village for pleasure he tried to remind himself. He felt like he had been in this dump for ages but it had only been a year. He was drinking in a bar just off the border when he heard about a mysterious female who lived in the woods near Shire. Some said she was a dwarf that was enough for Marcus to get him scurrying down to small town. But for a year of searching he started to wonder if the new lead was after all just pub gossip not news of his wife after all.
Marcus snapped into reality as soon as he heard the door of the pub open. A tall lanky man in his mid thirties entered the bar. He paid for his beer and strolled up towards Marcus. “well well well long times no see my old pal” The lanky man joyfully exclaimed.
“Hello Lucas” Marcus mumbled, his joyful 5 months without Lucas had came to an abrupt end.
“Don’t be like that my old pal”
“what ya want”
“you know full well don’t play this little dwarf game with me” Lucas s[wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth]ed. Marcus angrily threw a bag of coins at him as Lucas sat at his table.
“There 5 months’ rent for the cottage Lucas” Marcus grumbled, watching Lucas slowly count the coins expertly. When he finished he looked up smiling.
“Thank you, it’s been a long time last time I saw you, you were hunting for your runaway mistress. Marcus clenched his fist in anger; quickly he wiped out his dagger and in one swift movement grabbed Lucas by the collar, pressing the knife to his throat. “you mention her again and I’ll slit out your fat gob and stuff it up your skinny [wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth]” Marcus hissed into the scared man’s face.
“Whoa there I didn’t mean to offend you” Lucas squealed watching the knife moving slowing towards his throat. Marcus reluctantly released his grip and pocketed his knife.
“[wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth][wash my mouth] off Lucas”
Lucas’s breathing started to return to normal, his hands trembling like an old man. “I met up with an old friend of yours a few months back” Lucas spoke trying to act normal again.
Marcus turned his gaze upon him in keen interest.
“A friend you say,”
“Yeh about 2 days before I left for Yorkdon where my sister lives this dwarf walks right here into this pub. I was curious you see, he was lost and came here to shelter in from the storm that had brewed in from outside. I picked up a conversation with him and I mentioned your name and man what some coincidence he knew you. He even said he’ll come back to meet up with ..”
Marcus froze up, his brain thinking about what Lucas had said. “I can’t believe this is happening” He muttered. Before Lucas could reply Marcus leapt up from his chair and ranout the door leaving a confused and startled Lucas. Fear crowded over Marcus as he quickly made his way out into the night. Making his way down the path that led out of the village. As soon as he left the pub a small figure watched him march out into the night. He quickly scribbles a small note then crept after his target into the dark night.
Two Days Later
Two dwarfs entered the Shire, making their way to the small cottage near the Tavern. The leader dismounted from his pony and made his way into the house. Pinned on the wall inside the house lay a small note. After quickly reading it he screwed it up and slammed the door behind him, his cheeks reddening in anger.
“Call in the others Marcus has done a runner, Lewis is tracking him and left a trail for us”
“Yes Lankos” The dwarf hurried out and mounted his pony and rode quickly out of the village. Lankos quickly followed Mandris to where his men lay in wait. All 9 of his men with their horses waited patiently. “Men follow me” Yelled Lankos eagerly as he led his men towards the North where Lewis wrote in his note said where the trail he left. He smiled his anger swept away to the fact that he will have the pleasure in killing the person who stole his fiancé all those years ago, the person who brought about the humiliation that had lasted decades.
A day later
Marcus snapped his eyes open, the distant sound of horse hooves breaking his dream. He had only supposed to have a quick 10 minute rest which turned into a 6 hour slept. Marcus swore. The incoming horses made his heart started to thump. He picked up his weary body and pounded down the small pathway through the meadow. “He’s gone this way” yelled a voice out in the distance, confirming Marcus’s fears. He ran through the night, his small legs pushing through the tiredness from being on the run nonstop for three days. He had no idea where he was running, unable to see much in the darkness. All he could hear was the hooves gain on his. His foot tripped over a small scrub flying his body into a nearby bush. He lay there in wait, he could hear his pursuers searching for him. “Where the hell is he” Marcus stiffened, the voice brought fear to his heart. A feared warrior who Marcus stole his fiancé all those many years ago, Marcus pulled out his bow. A small movement to his left made him bring his bow up. A horrible scream filled the air as Marcus sent an arrow into Dwarf’s chest. Moving quickly he aimed at the incoming white horse and rider, the arrow digging firmly into the horses chest send its rider into a ditch.
All the pursuers quickly gathered to the spot of the dying man, chaotically searching for Marcus. He lay in wait in the darkness and pounced. He lashed out with his sword at the rider who sat idle on his horse. The sword slashed into his ribs as he fell to the ground screaming, Marcus leapt onto the horse and made his way through the darkness. He hated horses with a passion, but the years spent forcefully working with them in the military taught him how to ride one. He pounded through the darkness with his pursuers not far behind. Leaping over a fence he nearly rode into a house. He looked around as he rode through the small hamlet. He never saw the hamlet as it was very small with very little light and his thoughts on the pursuers who were gaining.
He felt his horse buckle, tripping on a small ditch. Marcus flew head first into the ditch. He quickly leapt to his feet and ran, hearing his pursuers gain on him quickly. Marcus noticed a small tavern; he smiled people a place to hide. He sprinted into the Pub with the nine dwarves in hot pursuit.
Last edited by Seathen; 23rd October 2009 at 04:05 AM.
Wow! You've certainly answered the question of whether or not you'll write more than 2 or 3 line a post! It's a LOT to read for an intro, but I'm way guiltier than you on that. Just to be clear though, the pub/tavern in the beginning of the post is different than the pub/inn at the end of the post right? He's in a totally different place at the end of the post and that 'small' tavern is the one where the party is? If so, then you need to know it's not small at all, it's actually a huge inn. Yes, it's in a teeny, tiny hamlet, but it's a huge inn. There's a story there, yes, but it hasn't been revealed.
Also, the bartender? He's not fat and he's rather quiet, actually, not outgoing at all and pretty gruff. He's sort of husky, but not fat so no jowls. Still, that was a good use of NPC!
Okay, here's my decision. Bear in mind it's late at night now in the thread, make the changes noted above and post this in there. Welcome to GoS, Seathen! Heaven help you.
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The Pub in the beginning is in a different village created by me
so the Bartender is made up living in a totally different town and working in a different pub than the one your in so I made him up.
All ive written about the tavern you are in is that Marcus entered it at the end while being chased by dwarves and ive not mentioned the bartender at all.
Ive made sure it is at night.
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Eeeyeah! Uh... Seathen? I know you are excited and, man, we are glad you are. Just let people get a post in to reply to what you've posted before you post again, alright? This is a fairly slow moving thread at this point so it could take some time, but we will respond. Just give us a chance, alright?
Also, I'm putting a moratorium on starting any fights once this tavern brawl is over. Bless this party's heart! They've been through so much! So, at this point we're going to be in a HUGE brawl for a while. Then... NO more violence until I lift the moratorium! Period! After that, and this is mainly for you Seathen since you are new, I want any ideas about attacking the party or attacking NEAR the party brought to me first. Thank you, please return to your regularly scheduled programming.
Fight ooooooon!
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I should have posted, but instead got caught up in beat poetry, GK Chesterton, con artist shows, and Bob Dylan's bootleg releases. So. Posting will happen eventually.
It's a LOT to read for an intro, but I'm way guiltier than you on that. Just to be clear though, the pub/tavern in the beginning of the post is different than the pub/inn at the end of the post right? He's in a totally different place at the end of the post and that 'small' tavern is the one where the party is? If so, then you need to know it's not small at all, it's actually a huge inn. Yes, it's in a teeny, tiny hamlet, but it's a huge inn. There's a story there, yes, but it hasn't been revealed.
Duh! 
Sorry, Seathen. Okay, sounds great! 
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