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Consider this thread HIJACKED!!!
Theres this guy Bob. Hes a heroic fighter and his family has been entrapped by his kingdom lord. He was trying to start a revolution by overthrowing the anarchy he lives in. He plans to go to the castle of the evil king to fight through the maze and traps of 100 square miles to get to his family without dying.
Sharpening his favorite blade, which had slain many enemies in the past, Bob carefully took his time to make sure all of his equipment was in good shape. He walked over to the table; on top was a long and strong archer's bow, its wood strengthened by a chemical recipe passed down by the family. Bob picked up the bow and placed crafted arrows into his quiver, muttering a praise to God for his family's safety. Picking up his blade and placing it into his sheath, Bob dressed into a few armors, but decided not to wear all of his protective gear to remain agile and on his toes at all times.
He began his journey to the east, though his target is due north, he must go seek his brother-in-arms. Their history goes back to the conflicts that put the current absolute monarch in place. A particular event that comes to mind is an oracle visited on the way home. She said, "Warriors, be wary of the authority put in place. His reign will not be one of lace." Oracles were of a revered people, so, at that moment, we made a promise that when the king went sour, we would take up arms and dispose of him ourselves. (crap, that's 5 lines)
Upon speaking with the Oracle so long ago,Bob once more travels in search of his brother-in-arms,swiftly traveling in his light armor.He ponders the discussion that must transpire upon this meeting,knowing that the outcome will mean success or failure.Settling in his mind ,with steadfast heart,he knows that this will be no easy task,yet even A monarchy must be called to task for injustices.Carefully checking his bow and quiver,he thinks to himself,
~I am ready for battle if need be~ ,and continues on his way.
The sun is beginning to set. After careful examinations of his surroundings, concluded he was lost. "Aw, Helga." he mutters while searching for a place to rest his head seeing no civilization in the vicinity. He had just laid his eyes on somewhere decent when the all-too-common-suspicious-rustling-leaves sound is made. He stealthily readies himself for the near confrontation, but as his hand nears his daggers, an arrow zips past his head. As it does a brief flashback enters his head, but as soon as it came, even sooner was it interrupted by another arrow! Being aware of his surroundings allowed him to catch it before it pierced anything vital. As he held the arrow another flashback came to him. He was sitting in the forest with another person fletching arrows. He snapped out of it in time to bob out of the line of, nearly-accurate, fire. As he ran into a small opening, he examined the tail of the arrow in the quickening dusk... He makes a war cry known only to him and his brother-in-arms. "Al, br, ch, de..." Bob is submissioned from behind and the flat of a kris is coldly splattered against his neck. Surprisingly, the words were spoken (crap, not writer's block. Trust, I'm overflowing. But, I'm also running on lack of sleep and I'm thinking to fast. TBC... again)
Springing to his feet,all thoughts of rest abolished,Bob turns to meet his foe,weapons ready.Sighting the attacker,Bob pulls his bow and adds a magic arrow.Aiming carefully,he pulls back and fires! Scoring a direct hit,and killing the shooter,he fails to see the other attack from behind. Falling in a tangle of limbs and fists,he slashes savagely with the dagger he has hastily pulled from it's sheath.
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