Mirrizin Posted January 23, 2005 Report Posted January 23, 2005 (edited) OOC: Here, fresh from the black void of my consciousness, comes the beginnings of what could be a fun little story. The main character, and the story, come of a world that started as a ADnD world created by some friends and me, and has since taken on a life of its own. It also parodies certain aspects of my current life that shall remain nameless for reasons of self protection. It's really rough (and that's putting it nicely), but I hope it's enjoyable. Commentary appreciated. IC: “Tarn!” called a disturbing chipper elven woman wearing a similar cloak, her smile a little too bright for sincerity; “I’ve got a job for you!” K’Tarnan responded with a slightly raised eyebrow. “OK. What, where, and with whom?” A few months ago he’d given up on why and how. “There’s this lady, she lives in Arlistan Heights, and she’s contacted us about a problem. Wants us to exterminate some rats.” Something in the way she said the word “rats” made it sound like the most exciting thing in the world. Knowing her as he did, K’Tarnan often wondered how in the name of any deity she kept it up. Must be something she drank… “OK. I take it I’m going now?” He yawned. “Yep, and you’re bringing Eras with you.” She grinned. “Oh, and the boss said you should use these,” as she handed him a pair of unusually ornate daggers. The blades were an odd, dull shade of black. K’Tarnan couldn’t quite recognize the metal. Still, he’d learned after a while not to question his superiors, at least openly. He took the daggers, felt the grip, the balance of the blades, and sheathed them. “Where’s Eras?” he asked. “He’s right here,” she replied. Eras walked up, a somewhat shy, vaguely disgruntled half elf who’d traveled from faraway Visco. He carried a shortsword and wore a suit of leather armor, somewhat in need of patching. “How’s it going?” he asked, with an uncertainty that characterized most people’s attempts at conversation with Tarn. “Typical,” was Tarn’s response. While he understood that most people found his somewhat monastic approach to conversation unnerving, he didn’t feel obligated to change it. He rather liked being a creature of few words. It made people easier to get along with. “Ready to go?” asked Eras. “As always,” said K’Tarnan, “oh, and Shari said we should use these.” He handed Eras one of the daggers. “Silver, how strange,” said Eras, “what would they want us to use silver daggers for…” “Rats, apparently,” said K’Tarnan. “We should probably get going.” “Right,” said Eras. “Good luck!” shouted Shari, with characteristic enthusiasm. They slung on their huge dull-red cloaks and strode out the door with a bizarre confidence bred by months of perpetual uncertainty. OOC: Oh yeah. Guess I should introduce myself. My name's Tom. I live in the Cleveland area. Edited January 23, 2005 by Mirrizin
Sweetcherrie Posted January 23, 2005 Report Posted January 23, 2005 It does sound like a beginning of a good story and I am endlessly glad that you gave them daggers to deal with the rats and not a flute
Quincunx Posted January 23, 2005 Report Posted January 23, 2005 also ooc: Agreed. Playing a flute in the Pen gets some odd results sometimes.
Hydrus Posted January 23, 2005 Report Posted January 23, 2005 I like it, keep it coming. I've always wondered if silver weapons would be of any actual use, or if you'd be forever polishing it like the silverware at home.
Mirrizin Posted January 23, 2005 Author Report Posted January 23, 2005 (edited) BTW, Tharias has recently undergone a name change. He's now known as K'tarnan. Sorry if this creates any confusion Edited January 23, 2005 by Mirrizin
Katzaniel Posted January 23, 2005 Report Posted January 23, 2005 To minimize the confusion for new readers at least, you could edit your first post. And PM one of the mods to change the title for you. Cheers, Katz
Gwaihir Posted January 23, 2005 Report Posted January 23, 2005 I think the first was done while you posted, but there I've changed the title. Cool story...but then I told you that in person .
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