A Writer in You!

Bewildered from all that had transpired in the dwindling hours of the fateful night, Troy took a few moments to tame the wild thoughts in his own mind. "Is this really happening? Is this too much for one person to take on? Could this all still be a cruel dream? Will Grondle even believe me?" He closed his eyes and counted to 5. "One...Two.." He breathed in deeply and exhaled gently and slowly between numbers. A calming technique his mother had taught him as a young child. During this process he had a vision of himself as a young boy, learning to swim for the first time. His mother was holding his hand as he stood at the edge of a pier over a shimmering lake. "You can do this Troy." His mother assured him. "When you reach 5 you will be calm, and brave. All you must do is take the first step and the rest will come to you. Do not worry, I am here." Young Troy closed his eyes and began to count silently. His mother broke the silence. "You must count out loud Troy, because saying it out loud makes it real." Young Troy closed his eyes again and started counting "One...Two.." As soon as the the word five left his lips, he let go of his mother's hand and jumped into the water, closing his eyes just before he felt the cool refreshing splash. "Five." He declared as he opened his eyes, the vision fading away as reality presented itself before him. It worked. Finally his mind was collected. Troy felt suddenly brave and confident. He grasped the hilt of his sword, straightened his posture, and took a step forward. "To Grondle." he stated aloud.

 

Stunned by the vision he had seen of his mother, Troy again increased his speed, running with abandon, not aware of the scenes he passed by, just intent on getting the hell out of here and to Grondle as fast as possible. Then Troy almost stopped in his tracks when the full realization of what he must do hit him. He resisted the urge since time was of the utmost importance. He must keep haste.

 

I'm bumping this again. Let's get this story finished so it can go in the game. Remember you don't have to be a writer to contribute. I am definitely not one. It's a terrific community effort

 

It was mid-morning when Troy came across a well-worn track, Pitch scampering along beside him. He had never been to Grondle but knew it's general location so he followed the track in Grondle's direction.

It wasn't too long before he came across a fork in the track, with what appeared to be a small tavern off to the right. A signpost at the fork pointed to Grondle in both directions. One fork indicated a very narrow track to Grondle over a looming mountain - apparently a shorter (but potentially more perilous) route. The other indicated a longer route to Grondle, via a much wider track that followed a river around the base of the mountain. Pitch seemed to motioning towards this wider track.

Troy considered spending a few minutes (and maybe a few coin) in the tavern to ask for advice on the best route - and maybe purchase some supplies.

 

Troy took a few steps and the world around him became dark and narrow, then he noticed this strange word. LOADING... 53%. Puzzled by this word Troy lost concentration and forgot what he was doing.

 

Ok bumping this again for @Tahru since I think he was gone when it got started. One day we will finish the story and then it will go in the game with the community names who participated in writing it.

 

Thanks @majoria70

 

In Troy's gut he could feel the vast emptiness and unrest. The faint sounds in the background grew larger, bigger and more threatening. Crashes, screams, ever so repetitive... Screech, tap, peck, tap, cry, scream... The sounds pierced his ears so obtusely he questioned the reality that surrounds him. "What is going on," he wondered. "This can't be real," Troy thought.... Screech, drip, drip, drop, whoosh.... Troy felt something so cold, almost unearthly on his right shoulder. He reached quickly to protect himself, only to find something soft, warm, and incredibly comforting. Grasping it with his hands, Troy pulled it over himself like a shield and basked in its warmth.

 

Ravicus just wanders aimlessly among the mayhem, picking bones, skinning flesh. Delightfully finding live twitching living things, only to snuff the life out...... He smiles gleefully as he prepares the stew pot on the edge of the battlefield.....

 

...until he spied Troy nearby, covering himself with a flayed body. Ravicus grinned as he grabbed his scythe and slowly approached the unsuspecting youth ....

 

a pang of sympathy washed over Ravicus if only for a brief moment, blankly staring at the youth huddled beneath the leaves. Ravicus thinks to himself "let this one live...for now... there is plenty of meat to be had..

 

Ravicus returned to his stew pot, while Troy dreamed about dragons....

 

The screams, screeches and titter tater that had plagued him seemed to surrender to a deeper darkness. BUT, this drip drip drop continued to get louder and louder. Troy felt his head growing and pulsing with the sound. Ever larger, drip, drip, drop.... In the darkness Troy saw a faint light, distant but growing nearer. Seconds seemed like years as the light approached.. "Death is near," he whispered to himself.

Troy's eyes started to open to see a ketal overflowing onto the campfire one drop at a time. After a moment, Troy realized a new dream has awakened as Ravicus sits on a log eating what looks like a hand. There must be 100 fireflies glistening in the foggy mist behind him.

 

As Ravicus tends to his evening meal, lightly salting his finger steaks...He senses something, a former enemy, a cleric approaches! @blaquerogue the cleric!! Ravicus douses the campfire post haste and hides in some nearby tall grass....

 

"Ravicus, I can sense your foul presence!", bellowed Blaquerogue. "Come out of hiding so I can bury my holy warhammer in your skull!"

 

The last time they had fought, Blaquerogue had seriously wounded Ravicus He would have put an end to Ravicus' foul existence had not the lich mage grabbed Blaquerogue's beloved companion, Ariella, and threatened to drain the life from her Thus, he was forced to let Ravicus flee that day. Not this time...

 

For anyone who wants to try some writing help us get this story finished. It has taken a different turn trying to get our hero to where he needs to go. The book will be published will all contributors names on the book. What a great community written story it is so far. I am not a writer and it has been fun for me to try it out.