Wed Jul 13, 2005 10:43 pm
I'll give you all one more day before I write up the next part, so if there's any more votes, now's the time to put them in 
Ppppsssttt.... get your friends to join the game
EDIT: I shall post the story up (possibly) later tonight. I've been busy doing stuff with friends lately, but I promise to have this up soon
Ppppsssttt.... get your friends to join the game
EDIT: I shall post the story up (possibly) later tonight. I've been busy doing stuff with friends lately, but I promise to have this up soon
Fri Jul 15, 2005 11:55 am
“Stop,” Metunius hissed. “I hear something.”
The two foxes stopped in their tracks and listened intently, prickling their ears. All around them, the forest was deathly quiet. The track they were on was old and run-down and the trees in the surrounding forest were thick and close-together. The forest had a dead feel, as if life itself had given up. One of the foxes, the one with the slightly darker fur, looked at Metunius angrily. It was about to turn around when a crunching noise was heard, coming from within the forest. The foxes exchanged nervous glances before changing back to their half human forms.
“I don’t like this,” Gren said nervously. “Not one bit.”
The crunching noise could now be heard more clearly, coming from the woods, away from the village.
“Footsteps?” Freya whispered quietly. Metunius shook his head.
“No,” he said, puzzled. “That’s not somebody walking. No, it sounds… it sounds like… chewing.”
“Chew...ing?”
Metunius nodded. “I work on a farm, and if that’s not the sound of some kind of beast chewing on something, I have no idea what it could be.”
“Hmm…. okay. That makes sense,” Freya said quietly. “But be that as it may, we still have to investigate. Gren, inform the watch and then come with me.”
Gren nodded solemnly before turning around. He took a deep breath and whistled a tune, unlike any Metunius had ever heard before. It was a quick tune, but it made Metunius feel more aware of his surroundings. It made him wary of possible danger, and seemed to bring out a rush of energy. Gren smiled to himself after the tune, and listened as another tune was whistled out from the distance, one that made Metunius feel accepted and wanted. He couldn’t explain it. There was something about the whistling, something about the tune they played, that he couldn’t understand.
Metunius stared at Gren as he walked over to his sister and whispered something to her ear. She nodded, then beckoned Metunius forward.
“We can’t leave you here, and there’s no way the guards would let you into the village without us. You’ll have to come with us.”
Metunius nodded.
Freya and Gren turned around and changed back into their fox forms.
“And stay quiet,” one of them whispered, before running off through the trees. The crunching noise continued, getting more frequent as the group ran stealthily towards it. The trees started thinning out, and began forming into a large clearing, and before long, the group was sneaking as close to the noise as they could get. Metunius, crawling on his belly, came to a large bush at the edge of the clearing and crawled next to it. The foxes joined him, peering through the bushes.
“By the Ancients…” Metunius gasped. “This… this can’t be.”
There in the clearing, a creature stood, clad in gleaming blue and white armour. It sat on a metal object, bigger than a horse, and held a small box in it’s hands. Most of the face was covered by a mask, but the skin that was visible was a dark green colour, gleaming in the sunlight. The creature pressed something on the box, and a crunching noise could be heard, coming from a strange object lying next to it.
“A scout,” Freya said nervously, back in her semi-human form. “Nothing too dangerous.”
But Metunius wasn’t listening. This was impossible, he thought to himself. He had heard stories of the fall of the old civilisation. But those were stories. These creatures were fantasy characters. This couldn’t be real. He started backing out nervously, thinking only of getting as far away as possible. Then it happened. As Metunius backed out, he stepped over a large stick, unaware. A snap. And the noise from the clearing suddenly stopped. The fox-people looked in alarm at Metunius, who was a good three metres away from the bushes. They looked back through the bushes, and immediately got up, panic-stricken.
”It’s coming. Run!”
CHOICES:
1- Run! NOW! It doesn't matter where, just as far away from this creature as possible
2- Run! Towards the village. Hopefully you'll lose him by then. And if not, the guards will help.
3- Run! Away from the village. It's not worth compromising the safety of others.
4- Fight! Three against one are very good odds. As long as he doesn't take out his weapon.
The two foxes stopped in their tracks and listened intently, prickling their ears. All around them, the forest was deathly quiet. The track they were on was old and run-down and the trees in the surrounding forest were thick and close-together. The forest had a dead feel, as if life itself had given up. One of the foxes, the one with the slightly darker fur, looked at Metunius angrily. It was about to turn around when a crunching noise was heard, coming from within the forest. The foxes exchanged nervous glances before changing back to their half human forms.
“I don’t like this,” Gren said nervously. “Not one bit.”
The crunching noise could now be heard more clearly, coming from the woods, away from the village.
“Footsteps?” Freya whispered quietly. Metunius shook his head.
“No,” he said, puzzled. “That’s not somebody walking. No, it sounds… it sounds like… chewing.”
“Chew...ing?”
Metunius nodded. “I work on a farm, and if that’s not the sound of some kind of beast chewing on something, I have no idea what it could be.”
“Hmm…. okay. That makes sense,” Freya said quietly. “But be that as it may, we still have to investigate. Gren, inform the watch and then come with me.”
Gren nodded solemnly before turning around. He took a deep breath and whistled a tune, unlike any Metunius had ever heard before. It was a quick tune, but it made Metunius feel more aware of his surroundings. It made him wary of possible danger, and seemed to bring out a rush of energy. Gren smiled to himself after the tune, and listened as another tune was whistled out from the distance, one that made Metunius feel accepted and wanted. He couldn’t explain it. There was something about the whistling, something about the tune they played, that he couldn’t understand.
Metunius stared at Gren as he walked over to his sister and whispered something to her ear. She nodded, then beckoned Metunius forward.
“We can’t leave you here, and there’s no way the guards would let you into the village without us. You’ll have to come with us.”
Metunius nodded.
Freya and Gren turned around and changed back into their fox forms.
“And stay quiet,” one of them whispered, before running off through the trees. The crunching noise continued, getting more frequent as the group ran stealthily towards it. The trees started thinning out, and began forming into a large clearing, and before long, the group was sneaking as close to the noise as they could get. Metunius, crawling on his belly, came to a large bush at the edge of the clearing and crawled next to it. The foxes joined him, peering through the bushes.
“By the Ancients…” Metunius gasped. “This… this can’t be.”
There in the clearing, a creature stood, clad in gleaming blue and white armour. It sat on a metal object, bigger than a horse, and held a small box in it’s hands. Most of the face was covered by a mask, but the skin that was visible was a dark green colour, gleaming in the sunlight. The creature pressed something on the box, and a crunching noise could be heard, coming from a strange object lying next to it.
“A scout,” Freya said nervously, back in her semi-human form. “Nothing too dangerous.”
But Metunius wasn’t listening. This was impossible, he thought to himself. He had heard stories of the fall of the old civilisation. But those were stories. These creatures were fantasy characters. This couldn’t be real. He started backing out nervously, thinking only of getting as far away as possible. Then it happened. As Metunius backed out, he stepped over a large stick, unaware. A snap. And the noise from the clearing suddenly stopped. The fox-people looked in alarm at Metunius, who was a good three metres away from the bushes. They looked back through the bushes, and immediately got up, panic-stricken.
”It’s coming. Run!”
CHOICES:
1- Run! NOW! It doesn't matter where, just as far away from this creature as possible
2- Run! Towards the village. Hopefully you'll lose him by then. And if not, the guards will help.
3- Run! Away from the village. It's not worth compromising the safety of others.
4- Fight! Three against one are very good odds. As long as he doesn't take out his weapon.
Mon Jul 18, 2005 7:37 pm
I choose choice 1!
w00t!
Go for cowardliness!!!!
w00t!
Go for cowardliness!!!!
Mon Jul 18, 2005 9:07 pm
#3. Sounds reasonable.
Tue Jul 19, 2005 5:34 am
#4 They already know where we are. Show them what were made of. Pertect the village.
Tue Jul 19, 2005 11:30 am
Phew. For a sec I thought everyone forgot about the game. Cheers for voting
I'll wait another day or two, hopefully more people will vote. And if you're reading this, and haven't voted yet, I compell you to vote! *starts chanting Vote Vote Vote Vote Vote Vote Vote Vote*
Heheh,
I'll wait another day or two, hopefully more people will vote. And if you're reading this, and haven't voted yet, I compell you to vote! *starts chanting Vote Vote Vote Vote Vote Vote Vote Vote*
Heheh,
Tue Jul 19, 2005 6:22 pm
Choice 3.
Fri Jul 22, 2005 7:57 am
Morganeyrie... I'll give you a chance to write up the next part if you wish. You've been voting for quite a while, so it's about time you to write up a part.
Enjoy
Enjoy
Fri Jul 22, 2005 5:39 pm
^.^
*waits for next part*
*waits for next part*
Fri Jul 22, 2005 9:33 pm
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|Choice 3 plzkthxbai |
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((That is a (probably messed up) sticky note. Kthxbai))
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|Choice 3 plzkthxbai |
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((That is a (probably messed up) sticky note. Kthxbai))
Wed Jul 27, 2005 9:49 pm
Morganeyrie might have forgotten to write up the next part =/
I'll give her an extra day.
I'll give her an extra day.
Thu Jul 28, 2005 1:26 am
Twisted Sanity wrote:Morganeyrie might have forgotten to write up the next part =/
I'll give her an extra day.
Poke her.
Fri Jul 29, 2005 7:02 pm
(Sorry, my internet stopped working Tuesday.)
Metunius turned and ran as quickly as he could from the village. He heard the creature's rumbling footsteps behind him as he ran. Suddenly there was a huge stick lying across the path. He tripped and fell. As he got up, he found the creature towering over him. It held up the box like it was going to throw it at him.
CHOICES:
1- Try to take the box from the creature.
2- Run away
3- Sit and stare at the box for no reason.
Metunius turned and ran as quickly as he could from the village. He heard the creature's rumbling footsteps behind him as he ran. Suddenly there was a huge stick lying across the path. He tripped and fell. As he got up, he found the creature towering over him. It held up the box like it was going to throw it at him.
CHOICES:
1- Try to take the box from the creature.
2- Run away
3- Sit and stare at the box for no reason.
Fri Jul 29, 2005 11:43 pm
A bit of a short part, but what the hey. It's all good.
Choice 2 seems reasonable. Lets see the village of the fox people eh?
Choice 2 seems reasonable. Lets see the village of the fox people eh?
Sun Jul 31, 2005 4:45 pm
#1, just to add some excitement. We don't want him to run away forever, right?