Post by timmies07 on Mar 27, 2008 20:26:31 GMT -5
while playing around with the toolset I took a brief break to read some stories put in by the community.... since I couldn't find a thread I figured I'd start one this is a small story I wrote back in the new year hopefully it will inspire someone to write something creative 
The night came as the snow fell slowly, big large flakes drifting softly in the wind, Rowan stared into the darkness the only light she had was from her Katana which glowed like a dagger piercing a demons heart, before her somewhere there was four brutes each one needing punishment for crimes to hideous for her to bring to mind, scanning the darken street she knew they waited for her, hiding, watching her every move, stepping off the plank street walk Rowan moved to the centre of the roadway, walking down the street senses ablaze knowing they will attack at any moment she continued, as she strode through the slash she recalled the words from a child pleading for her to help, this made her weep inside and angered her at the same time.
Seeing the woman had followed they now knew her purpose, spying her in town was luck as they have heard many stories of this Rowan and her justice, but there luck continued as the snow began to fall, quickly they put the lights out to darken the street awaiting her approach. Their plan was simple enough each hiding in separate places along the street and wait for her to come to them then all attack at once, only the d**n mage had a problem with it as he needed to rest for some reason.
Rowan was aware of them now, sensing them each hiding along the alley’s waiting for her, so it’s come to this now Rowan thought to herself, but she had to continue for if she doesn’t the world will feel the effects of this crime.
Seeing her hesitate they spring forward, unarmed and standing there looking about she was an easy target for them, rushing at her from all sides they have their goal once she is dead they can continue on the merry path.
Hearing their cries Rowan spins to the closest attacker, pulling her katana out she easily cuts him down, instincts take over for her now as years of training show there effectiveness, the attackers slowly realize that she wasn’t an easy target as they first though but in fact her appearance to them was a ploy to lure them out, the battle wages as each strike at her only to have the swing parried away with a quick strike back at them, bleeding from numerous wounds and a few deep enough to concern them they try to flee but the Rowan has different plans for them one by one as they turn she strikes them down till only one is left.
The mage stares at her, his luck also has run out it seems as he knows the Rowan has no pity for the likes of him, ”Hand it over mage” Rowan says, “all is lost to you now, at least die with dignity”, staring at her the mage tries to think of a plan any plan but his thoughts quickly disappear as a sharp pain in his side begins to take over his mind, lying on the ground before her the Rowan sees her prize picking it up she chants a few words in a magical voice, slowly a light begins to shine brighter and brighter untill it engulfs her.
All around her is bright light everywhere she looks and the brightness threatens to blind her, a voice booms into her ears “thank you young Rowan, with the gift of a new year returned unto us we can now commence the new year unto the good people of Vermillion”, with that comes darkness as she realises she has returned to Vermillion, slowly the everyday noises return to her senses, the Rowan looks about her, her cuts and scrapes now gone, having a sense of wellness about herself she whispers “happy new everyone”.
The night came as the snow fell slowly, big large flakes drifting softly in the wind, Rowan stared into the darkness the only light she had was from her Katana which glowed like a dagger piercing a demons heart, before her somewhere there was four brutes each one needing punishment for crimes to hideous for her to bring to mind, scanning the darken street she knew they waited for her, hiding, watching her every move, stepping off the plank street walk Rowan moved to the centre of the roadway, walking down the street senses ablaze knowing they will attack at any moment she continued, as she strode through the slash she recalled the words from a child pleading for her to help, this made her weep inside and angered her at the same time.
Seeing the woman had followed they now knew her purpose, spying her in town was luck as they have heard many stories of this Rowan and her justice, but there luck continued as the snow began to fall, quickly they put the lights out to darken the street awaiting her approach. Their plan was simple enough each hiding in separate places along the street and wait for her to come to them then all attack at once, only the d**n mage had a problem with it as he needed to rest for some reason.
Rowan was aware of them now, sensing them each hiding along the alley’s waiting for her, so it’s come to this now Rowan thought to herself, but she had to continue for if she doesn’t the world will feel the effects of this crime.
Seeing her hesitate they spring forward, unarmed and standing there looking about she was an easy target for them, rushing at her from all sides they have their goal once she is dead they can continue on the merry path.
Hearing their cries Rowan spins to the closest attacker, pulling her katana out she easily cuts him down, instincts take over for her now as years of training show there effectiveness, the attackers slowly realize that she wasn’t an easy target as they first though but in fact her appearance to them was a ploy to lure them out, the battle wages as each strike at her only to have the swing parried away with a quick strike back at them, bleeding from numerous wounds and a few deep enough to concern them they try to flee but the Rowan has different plans for them one by one as they turn she strikes them down till only one is left.
The mage stares at her, his luck also has run out it seems as he knows the Rowan has no pity for the likes of him, ”Hand it over mage” Rowan says, “all is lost to you now, at least die with dignity”, staring at her the mage tries to think of a plan any plan but his thoughts quickly disappear as a sharp pain in his side begins to take over his mind, lying on the ground before her the Rowan sees her prize picking it up she chants a few words in a magical voice, slowly a light begins to shine brighter and brighter untill it engulfs her.
All around her is bright light everywhere she looks and the brightness threatens to blind her, a voice booms into her ears “thank you young Rowan, with the gift of a new year returned unto us we can now commence the new year unto the good people of Vermillion”, with that comes darkness as she realises she has returned to Vermillion, slowly the everyday noises return to her senses, the Rowan looks about her, her cuts and scrapes now gone, having a sense of wellness about herself she whispers “happy new everyone”.