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Post by Ryhe on Oct 7, 2006 16:13:35 GMT -5
" “This is for all your murders,” he pulled out a dagger and began to puncture the shell, slowly. “This is for all these years of sitting here helpless!” He began to cut it more. And each time he did this, Cloak screamed out in pain." The storyteller leaped threw his hands up.
“This one is for YOU!” And he smashed the egg between his hands.
Cloak’s eyes went wide as he fell to his knees, he placed a hand on the ground and one over where his heart should have been and he screamed. He looked up and Leo one last time and croaked, “ You…prom…ised…” and fell to the ground. And Leo cried all the way home, thinking about the good he could have done. After that Leo became King, lived to a good old age and had forty-two grandchildren. He told them that story, but in his end, the shade got his heart back and made amends for his wrongs. But really, the body of the shade was taken to a secret place by his love the she-wolf and hidden. Later, the mount became the hill known as “The Hill of the heartless Hero who never had a chance.” The moral is dearies, that second chances are best used…god knows what they can do."
As the teller sat back down, smiling to the clapping crowd. He stood, bowed to them, his cloak covering his whole body, nobody could see him. It didn't matter though, the story was good enough to make them only ponder on the moral. The teller sat and though of his next as a new crowd moved in.
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Post by Kilian on Oct 7, 2006 18:52:52 GMT -5
Airen had only half listened to the story. She was busy drawing a picture of her daughter for about the thirtieth time. She was thinking about Torak, work, and some other things that were bothering her. She looked up, noticing the thinning crowd and took her chance to get a snack. She came back after a few minutes and began to work on a new drawing. This one was over the storyteller and his avidly listening crowd.
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Post by Ryhe on Oct 8, 2006 10:03:20 GMT -5
As soon as enough people came up he smiled under his cloak and began to speak.
"You know... it's hard to be a storyteller. Mind you, if I do bad, I'll just lose a meal. If my friend, Heather, lost her stories, she wouldn't be living to this day. This is my story...
Heather was a sweet young lass, all honey, all sweetness and cherry pie. She was a good daughter and a fine sister to her little sisters. Her life was perfect, playing in the fields, flirting with some young shepard that wandered close. She was at marrying age and many boys and men came to seek her hand. None got it, for her father let her choose whim she wanted.
Ah yes, life was lovely in her little world... little did she know, it all came crashing down the night her father came home from the shop, holding a pair of golden shackles..."
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Post by Kilian on Oct 8, 2006 10:29:44 GMT -5
Airen looked up from sketch. She looked over the crowd, at the storyteller, and then back to her work. She continued, but listened better this time though. Well, she thought, what happened next? Airen hated to be kept waiting for anything. But she was a bit more patient today because she was so distracted.
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Post by Ryhe on Oct 8, 2006 10:40:02 GMT -5
The teller made his voice different for the father, "My sweet daughter... as you know, there have been raiders to the north. They've come to the village for a bride for their King."
Now, this is horrible new to the girl because the King of the raiders was a hard man, evil, menical and was ledgendary for killing his wives for the stupidest reasons. Like, redecorating a room, eating too fast, anything! Then again, if she refused, she'd die anyway. So, it's a lose-lose situation my friends. That night, her and her father came up with a plan to keep her alive..."
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Post by Kilian on Oct 8, 2006 10:45:03 GMT -5
Airen sighed and paused to listen. Her shoulders ached from hunching over her work. She propped her chin on her palm and watched the storyteller. At least it’s something I haven’t read before. She thought, listening to him.
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Post by Ryhe on Oct 8, 2006 10:58:05 GMT -5
"Heather was collected the next morning, wearing the trditional northern shackles on her wrists as she was escorted to her husband. It took them forty days and forty nights to reach the castle to the north. Upon meeting him... she feel in love." The storyteller smiled.
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Post by Kilian on Oct 8, 2006 10:59:33 GMT -5
Airen rolled her eyes, but she focused on the storyteller again. She was bored and the story was at least entertaining.
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Post by Ryhe on Oct 8, 2006 11:13:57 GMT -5
"... his stables." He grinned. Th crowd laughed lightly. The teller stood "On their wedding night, they set, side by side on his bed, staring at each other. Her into his hard, scarred face, he into her sweet, clean, perfect face. And that set him off. He was furious that she looked better than he.
He stood, shouting for his men to kill her, drag her into the jail and leave her there till her execution. She was horrified as they carried her down." The teller moved, his chin visible now. There was a rust colored chin beard and a charming smile.
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Post by Kilian on Oct 8, 2006 11:22:17 GMT -5
Airen snorted and started drawing again. Typical. But I do like stories where the main character dies… or tragedy surrounds them.[/i] She grinned and darkened a line on the cloak.
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Post by Ryhe on Oct 8, 2006 11:30:05 GMT -5
"On the day she was to be killed, then king came down to talk to her, to taunt her. As he came to her cell, she looked at him sadly, 'You cna I could have done alot... I wanted to so much.'
He sneered, 'Like what?'
'I had stories to tell...'
'Why would I be interested in such childish things?'
'They may save your life one day...' " The teller changed his voice for each character.
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Post by Kilian on Oct 8, 2006 11:34:21 GMT -5
A story inside a story? She glanced up, pausing. No matter, I’ll find out soon enough. She thought and began to add more detail.
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Post by Ryhe on Oct 8, 2006 11:42:00 GMT -5
" The king did not believe her, he sneered and sat in a chair that was brought to him, 'Go on.'
She was flustered, what story to tell. She saw the lion imprinted on his shirt, 'Have you heard of the 'Though lion'?'
He blinked, 'A lion of thought? Idiocy!...But... could you tell me it. Jus the first part.'
She grinned, he was hooked. her new plan was to keep him interested long enough to let her live. So she started, 'There was a girl...' "
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Post by Kilian on Oct 8, 2006 11:45:10 GMT -5
Airen sighed and looked up again. She watched the crowd and storyteller.
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Post by Ryhe on Oct 8, 2006 11:53:19 GMT -5
A few mintues past as the teller told this new story, like Heather was telling the king. Since the writer of this post is too lazy to tell it, it's a love story blah blah.... But!
"The sun was setting as the King sat on the edge of his chair. When she stopped talking, he blinked, 'Then?'
'It's sunrise, my lord, I'm tired and hunry and have been talking all day. I'll tell you tomorrow.'
'But I wanna know what happened! I demand it!'
'Tomorrow!'
'But-'
'TOMORROW!!'
The king was speechless. NOBODY. much less a forgien woman, talked to him in such ways. But, he had to know. He stormed out yelling, 'You'll finish it tomorrow!! Then I'll kill you!"
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Post by Kilian on Oct 8, 2006 12:01:36 GMT -5
This sounds vaguely familiar. Airen thought, but continued to listen. At least he’s exciting about it. She turned to a new page and just drew circles as she listened.
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Post by Ryhe on Oct 8, 2006 12:12:35 GMT -5
"Her mind raced that night..." The teller looked to the sky, it was darkening. He smiled to the crowd. They stared back, then a little girl asked, "And?"
"Tomorrow." He stated simply and the crowd chuckled, clapping as they headed off in their seperate directions.
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Post by Kilian on Oct 8, 2006 13:21:32 GMT -5
Airen smirked. She finished off her drink and stood, stretching. She was going to stay a while longer. There were some minor problems at the palace and she didn’t want to face them yet. At least my wards are set. She looked at the storyteller and crossed to him.
I would like you buy you a drink and some supper, if you are otherwise unoccupied. She said, just barely keeping an edge from her voice.
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Post by Ryhe on Oct 8, 2006 13:32:00 GMT -5
The teller turned to her and smiled, his mouth and chin still visible. The hood nodded, "I'd be honored if you would." His voice was slightly rasped from talking all day.
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Post by Kilian on Oct 8, 2006 13:41:50 GMT -5
My table is there. She pointed and walked off to get dinner. She found some chicken, baked potato, and a salad. She also managed a nice wine too. Then she began back to her table.
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Post by Ryhe on Oct 8, 2006 13:44:46 GMT -5
The man stood when she came back, being polite and walking to her chair. He pulled it ou for her, smiling.
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Post by Kilian on Oct 8, 2006 13:50:53 GMT -5
Airen looked surprised. She set his food down before sitting. Thank you. She muttered shyly.
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Post by Ryhe on Oct 8, 2006 13:58:20 GMT -5
He nodded and sat in his chair, pushing back his cloakto behind his bulky shoulders to eat easier. It revealed a torn, worn linen shirt, patched in some places and stained with blood in others. "Thank you, by the way..." then he dug in. The man was starving.
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Post by Kilian on Oct 8, 2006 14:23:33 GMT -5
Airen snorted and picked up her drawing pad. If you want more, I’ll be happy to get you more. She told him as she returned to her drawing of him and the crowd.
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Post by Ryhe on Oct 8, 2006 14:29:58 GMT -5
The teller looked up and swallowed his food, "Yer very kind, mi'lady. Very. May I get yer name?"
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