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Post by NewMan » Mon Nov 17, 2008 10:28 pm

I like to think I am a reasonably creative guy. My elaborate lies could be seen as one indicator of this. Here however, I will not be telling real world fabrications but instead I am going to try to be more constructive by writing and posting short stories of not more than a page or two (MS Word, 12 Font TNR for comparison) in length. The stories will be entirely IC and will focus on people (in the lands currently or have been in lands but have since left) places (in the lands, some places may be made up for story enhancement), hunts (some that I have been on but mostly made up), invasions (made up but based loosely on real invasions or possible invasions) and other similar tangents. They will be here for all to enjoy as they see fit. I will try to post one story every Saturday or Sunday, although my schooling and other things, like Christmas, may interfere somewhat. Others can feel free to contribute as well if that kind of thing brings you enjoyment. I will try to post my first story this weekend and I hope you folks can get some fun out of it! Stay tuned!
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Post by NewMan » Fri Nov 21, 2008 10:05 pm

This is my first submission, I hope you folks like it. Sorry for any bad spelling or grammar, I generally take a brief look over my stuff but am too lazy to go over it in detail.

Enjoy!

A Day at the Pond

I ventured out of the Puddleby Library after a couple days of resting and reading and, like most days, I dropped by town center to see if any of my friends were sitting around. Much to my delight, my good friend, Creed was present. Unfortunately, she looked a little upset and was staring at the fence that sits around the Sentinel’s property with a frown on her face. Not liking to see my friend is distress, I walked over, getting my foot soaked in one of many puddles around town center in process, and sat down beside her. After a warm greeting I prodded her in an attempt to uncover the cause of her distress. She smiled and during our brief conversation I learned that she had accidentally spilled one of her red healing potions on one of Sebric’s books, dyeing several pages red and angering him. She worried he might kick her out for a few days, which she really wanted to avoid since there was a book in there she was enjoying. I consoled her and suggested that everything would work out fine and she relaxed. We then spent some time meditating silently.

Eventually, Ratbane popped out of the library and I, like always, teased him about his name and he laughed it off in a good-humoured way. I then mentioned that I was going to study a rat morph when I became a Ranger in an effort to make him squirm some more. However, all he did was smile and point out that in the process of acquiring my morph, I will kill many rats and would be, in fact, doing him a favour. I was silenced and Creed, who had been listening quietly, began laughing hysterically. After Creed regained her composure and I got over my embarrassment, the three of us decided to go on a hunt at the Lily Pond to see if my studies with Atkus had paid off.

It took us about twenty minutes to get to the Lily Pond and immediately upon arrival, Ratbane began chasing leeches while explaining they were basically just rats in water. He then tried, while Creed and I scouted out the current residents of the Lily Pond, to pop a Swamp Gas or two. To my dismay, there were a whole bunch of Deadly Adders and I shivered, as my fear of snakes came to the fore. Creed however, patted me on the shoulder and we began discussing our strategy for killing the snakes and the small number of Large Sand Wurms that we had also spotted. Ratbane, who had finally gotten bored chasing the Swamp Gases, wandered over and graciously assisted in increasing my sense of balance with some of his handiwork. He then got the attention of a large group of snakes and escorted them away from the landing area so as to facilitate our entry.

Our first enemy was a Large Sand Wurm that was patrolling the entrance area. In my eagerness to prove myself I chased it into the mist of the Lily Pond, losing sight of Creed and eventually the Wurm itself. While I wandered around aimlessly I was ambushed by a pair of Deadly Vipers but easily finished them off. Then, much to my dismay, I heard a Creed swear, the roar of a Wurm, a howl that was definitely Creed’s and then something that sounded like someone being sucked into a sinkhole. A rushed through the mist to find Creed unconscious and in mud up to her waist. Her caduceus had rolled away from the grip of her hand was half buried in mud. I sheathed my greatsword, grabbed Creed under the arms and, with great effort, hauled her out of the sinkhole, which had been made the Wurm that had attacked her. I then wrapped one of my chains around her waist, made sure it was secure and rushed her town center, where, at the very least, Stora, the emergency medic, would be able to revive her. I informed Ratbane to wait, as we would come back, my desire for revenge being particularly strong. It was not like he could have come with us anyway, as a couple of Swamp Gas had corralled him into a corner and were seeking revenge by trying to starve him to death. He did not seem to be the least bit concerned.

After Stora managed to revive Creed we returned to the Lily Pond to find that Ratbane had not moved an inch. He was however, grinning widely. Creed and I wasted little time searching out the Wurm that had felled her earlier. Once again, it appeared out of the mist but this time we were ready. With some nifty footwork, we were able to avoid its blows while I stabbed at it by jamming my weapon into the ground in a series of quick stabbing motions. Its brilliant blue blood quickly seeped to the surface and soon it was belly-up in front of us. We continued venturing through the mist in search of further prey but, aside from Deadly Adders, it seemed the pond was pretty quiet. That was until a Swamp Feral, blood dripping from it jaws appeared in front of me. I was able to dispatch it with a well-timed and well-aimed thrust through its jaws. Its companion, which we were forced to search down, took a lot more chasing and several foolish looking missed swings before, it too, was killed.

As we headed back toward marshier parts of the Lily Pond, Ratbane appeared out of the mist, causing both Creed and I to jump. He stank of methane a clear indication that he had managed to pop a Swamp Gas and manufacture his escape from their prison. At this point we discussed among ourselves whether to risk the Wurm-rich sandy beaches that were immediately around the pond. Thanks in large part to Ratbane’s eagerness; we decided to go for it. The Wurm we first came across was small and had only recently started a life patrolling underground tunnels just below the sand. We quickly dispatched it. The second Wurm however, was a completely different story. It was huge, probably the biggest one I have ever seen. Ratbane was not the least bit fazed and charged forward eagerly despite having no weapons to speak of, not even a dagger. The Wurm apparently did not even think he was worth the hassle of eating and instead turned away, flicking its fat tail in Ratbane’s direction. The blow sent Ratbane flying backwards and into a rather large boulder. While Creed revived him I began chasing the Wurm and stabbed at it. Due to its age however, it seemed to have formed chitinous armour on its skin in many places. It was enough to reduce the effect of my blows considerably. Finally, after being tossed about, bitten (including having my hand amputated) and stunned multiple times; and then getting healed by Creed’s tender hands, I was able to kill it was blow right behind its head.

We then conducted a final search of the beach and found one more Wurm. We quickly able to corral it up against some rocks and after a lucky miss, in which it covered me in putrid slime from its digestive tract; we began hammered away at it. Ratbane bashed at it wildly with his boosting rod and actually managed to draw blood while Creed took a few swings with her caduceus. Suffice to say, the Wurm died in a hurry. With victory over the denizens of the Lily Pond in hand, we wandered slowly back to town. Once there, Ratbane waved goodbye and went back into the library to continue his studies. Creed and I sat back down in town center. Creed quickly dozed off and while she purred softly I pulled out a scroll from my stockpile that I had purchased a few days earlier and began telling the story of our rather exciting trip to the Lily Pond.
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Post by Torin » Sat Nov 22, 2008 5:53 am

If your stories are at least partly based on real events, pictures would be good.

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Post by NewMan » Sat Nov 22, 2008 10:37 am

Torin wrote:If your stories are at least partly based on real events, pictures would be good.
That is a good idea, I will keep that in mind the next time I post something here. This particular story was based mostly on a casual hunt and I did not think of taking pictures at the time. Some of my other stories may also be based on past events that I may not have pictures for (I would have to look - although I could get pictures of the area that is concerned). I can be hard to know if a particular hunt of mine or something along those lines will become worthy of a story and I may not take pictures for that reason, but the least I can do is try.
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Post by Torin » Sat Nov 22, 2008 3:27 pm

I make a visionstone of every hunt. I have a macro that makes 30-minute segments. I don't look at most of them, but if something interesting happens, I can go back and make a sketch later.

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Post by NewMan » Sat Nov 22, 2008 3:38 pm

Torin wrote:I make a visionstone of every hunt. I have a macro that makes 30-minute segments. I don't look at most of them, but if something interesting happens, I can go back and make a sketch later.
If you could give me a copy of that macro I would appreciate it greatly. I am in the lands a lot, so I am sure you can catch me sooner or later.

Thanks in advance.
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Post by Torin » Sat Nov 22, 2008 4:28 pm

NewMan wrote:If you could give me a copy of that macro I would appreciate it greatly.

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// ******************************************
// ***** Movie recording macros *************
// ** segment movies into 30-minute chunks **
command-r
 {
 setglobal movie_recording 1
 label newsegment
 "/record off"\r
 "/record on"\r
 pause 7680
 if movie_recording == 0
   goto endrecording
 end if
 goto newsegment
 label endrecording
 }

shift-command-r
 {
 setglobal movie_recording 0
 "/record off \r"
 }
// ***** End of movie recording macros ******
// ******************************************

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