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at 17 Oct 2009: 10:04

Let's play a game. I will write a few lines introducing a story. The next person who feels like wasting a few minutes can add to the story. If two people respond to the same entry, the first addition will be the one we go with. These are fun if enough people participate- they can get pretty loony, weird, gross, sexy, stupid, funny, or scary. I'm starting it out leaning toward the high fantasy genre but it's by no means a rule for you to adhere to. Kill off whoever you like, but leave the main character. Remember to mark your "page" so that we know what the sequence is.
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Adrian shifted the pack on his shoulders and sighed, looking at the horizon. He was not going to make it into town before the sun disappeared behind the mountains to the west, and he knew that this part of the world was afflicted with marauders and brigands. He had a knife underneath his cloak but he was not much of a fighter; he'd been shown a little magic by a mage friend he'd made in another time and place- enough to escape a tight spot, but he was no battle mage. Adrian was a humble rat-catcher, ridding manors and castles of unwanted vermin by using clever traps and poisons, and (when necessary) cleansing the sewers and tunnels with smoke. Adrian did not like his job, but it was the only trade he knew. He did not want to go back to begging- he'd had enough of that by the age of eight. Although he was an orphaned Redscale he'd been taken in, as it were, by the ratcatching guild of the town his parents had abandoned him in. The men of the guild initially let him live off their scraps and sleep on the floor if he kept their meeting place clean and tidy, but eventually they grew fond of him enough that he got a bed and an apprenticeship. He was sixteen now, practically a man (or what would be called a man if he were a human,) and was out to do his first job.

The sun was turning orange. Beautiful, he thought, but not good. He figured he'd have about two hours to go traveling in the dark, and even then he'd have a difficult time getting into Ilgaia after sunset. He grasped his pack's straps with his clawed, scaled hands and began walking more briskly.


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Have fun!

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at 17 Oct 2009: 10:11

(Oh, and please leave out /ah/ material. I'm not knocking it or anything, but that tends to limit the number of people interested in contributing quite a bit.)

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Sure I'll Play at 18 Oct 2009: 21:59

Great Idea OP, I love this game! I tried to follow your format a closely as possible. I think I got a little carried away though and it ended up a little longer than I intended, but it was too fun. Anyway I hope y'all enjoy my contribution.
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The sun had set long ago by the time Adrian crested the top of a large hill in the road. Spread out before him was an expanse of darkened forest and off in the distance Ilgaia. "Lying old coot" he muttered under his breath, "he said it was one days walk". The city he saw in the distance would take at least another four hours to reach, and he was already exhausted. He would have to make camp. He had planned on staying in an inn, so had neglected to bring any camping supplies, but he would have to make due. At the bottom of the hill he found a small clearing aways off the beaten road hidden by the trees. There he gathered dried sticks and ignited them with a simple incantation. With the fire going he rested against his pack to sleep as best he could on an empty stomach.

Through the trees came the sound of rustling drawing closer. Adrian stood reaching for his dagger expecting bandits. The rustling was accompanied by the sound of heavy panting, when the slim figure of a woman stumbled out of the brush into the  opposite end of the clearing. Adrian saw she was a deer in species, about 18 or 19 years old, very distrait, and had an injured leg. "Help ... Wolves", she panted looking up at him. The doe limped to Adrian's side of the fire, knelt holding her injured leg, and looked in the direction for which she had come. A moment later three feral wolves burst into the clearing. They eyed Adrian and the stranger closely.

At first Adrian didn't know what to do, it had all happened so fast. He then began yelling and making aggressive movements toward the trio of wolves. They did not falter, one gave a low growl. He stood back and kicked the campfire in their direction, hoping the flaming sticks would scare them off. Bad move. The wolves separated surrounding them. In the now quickly failing light one of them lunged and caught Adrian's dagger hand in its teeth. The girl screamed. Adrian dropped his weapon, and kicked at the wolf. It let go with yelp but did not retreat. With the light nearly gone Adrian thought quickly, he scrambled for his pack and dug deep. He pulled out a small burlap sack about the size of his fist, and with a quickly muttered incantation ignited it and dropped it. Acrid yellow smoke that burned the eyes and throat bellowed from it filling the area in moments. Adrian grabbed the doe under the arm and lead them both out to the road.

Later after the coughing fits had ceased they exchanged greetings. "My name's Adrian" the red dragon said extending his good hand.
"Nice to meet you Adrian I'm Grace." she said shaking the hand, "Thank you for saving me."
"Its no big deal. What else could I have done?"
"It is a big deal you got hurt defending me."
"What my hand? I'll be fine. Are you ok?"
"Yes, its just my leg."
"What happened to you anyways?"
"They came upon me when I was making camp. I ran for it. One managed to bite me in the chase. I thought I was done for until I saw your fire."
"When I heard you coming I thought you were some kind of robber or bandit!" he chuckled.
"Huh, thats funny." she said humorlessly, "Is your camp aired out now you think?"
After retrieving Adrian's dagger and pack the decision was made to go to Grace's camp, which wasn't far and unlike Adrian's still intact. At Grace's camp it was evident that she was far better equipped than him for a stay in the woods. She had everything Adrian wished he'd had a bedroll, small tent, but most of all food. While Grace set about preparing a quick thank you meal for Adrian, he rummaged in his pack and took out a glass bottle and gauze. He rinsed his wounded hand with water form his water-skin applied the continence of the bottle and wrapped it in gauze. "Here put this on your leg." he said holding out the bottle and gauze, "Its good for bites."

"So I guess you're a mage or alchemist right?" Grace asked later over the meal. "No, I'm a simple rat-catcher." he chuckled. She looked at him genuinely surprised.
"You had that smoke bomb though."
"Clears rats outta sewers."
"You lit it with magic."
"Random trick I picked up, most anyone could learn it."
"The ointment?"
"Rats bite."
"I see." she said looking at him thoughtfully.
"I guess your a hunter then." he said gesturing toward a bow and an ax propped against a near by tree.
"Um... yes... you could say that I am a hunter." She smiled nervously.
"And you let wolves get the better of you?" he said teasingly, "Some hunter you are."
"Hey! They were between me and my gear!" indigent now. They laughed. "Well it is late I think it is time we bid each other a goodnight, and try to catch what little sleep we can before dawn." Adrian suggested. "Very well" Grace yawned stepping into her tent, "goodnight and thank you again." Adrian smiled, settled himself against his pack and slept comfortably for the rest of the night.


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at 19 Oct 2009: 22:52

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When Adrian awoke he felt perfectly bewildered. Above him was a clear sky instead of the wooden ceiling of the Ratcatchers' Guild of Pebran. He was fully dressed, and instead of being curled up in his warm bedding he was damp, head to toe, in morning dew. Instead of his alcove's lantern above him there were the first rays of morning light. Instead of the canvas curtain that separated his little alcove from the kitchen there was a tent.

A young Deer woman emerged from the tent. He watched her. She was taller than him by about four inches, not counting her ears. She was wearing simple clothing- a faded indigo cloth vest and some pants of a similar color. She stretched happily, and Adrian caught himself eyeing her. Mildly ashamed and remembering where he was, he turned over and slowly got to his feet. "Gmrph," he said, while he rubbed his eyes.

Grace turned and looked at him brightly. "Morning!"

"Hi." Adrian said, stifling a yawn and stretching- his tail curled behind him. He tilted his head and felt the vertebrae pop. "Yes. Morning."

Grace laughed and began packing her things away. Her little tent was just a piece of canvas and some sticks, easily stowed. She threw on a cape.

"How's your hand?" She asked, after she had her things put together and they began walking back toward the road.

Adrian looked at it. The bandages were wet from the dew and would need changing, but he figured that it could wait until he reached Ilgaia. It smarted. "I'll live." He said, moving his fingers. He was just glad the bite hadn't been deeper, damaging ligaments. "How's your leg?"

"I'll live." She said, smiling at him.

Normally Adrian was a more talkative fellow- an outright chatterbox compared to the dour men of the Ratcatchers' Guild, but he was young and girls made him nervous. To make matters worse, this one was taller than him, and probably older. He knew he was about to say something clumsy and unnecessary like 'The leaves are turning brown,' when Grace paused and looked at him.

"Thank you again. For helping me."

Adrian's tail swished nervously. He tried to make it look like a "don't mention it" gesture. "I'm sure anyone would have..."

"No, I mean it!" She said, "Were you going to Ilgaia? I have some business there as well. Let's go together. At the very least we'll be safer that way."

 She smiled at him as he began to falter and bashfully turn back toward the road. Eventually, they came to the outer limits of Ilgaia.

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at 7 Nov 2009: 07:54

bump! Flex those creative muscles.

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at 7 Nov 2009: 11:32

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They died.

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at 7 Nov 2009: 14:31

>>6
Wow, what a douchebag

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at 7 Nov 2009: 16:24

>>6
IRRELEVANT! NEXT!

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at 18 Jan 2010: 13:19

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Ilgaia was not a large town, although it was bigger than Pebran, where he'd come from. Adrian noted that there was more colorful clothing here, made such by the expensive dyes the caravans sometimes carried. He'd seen it before, but because there was less money there were so few buyers that the merchants had never bothered to take it to Pebran. Pebran was mainly a mining town, not a trade city like Ilgaia. He saw brightly colored reds, oranges, yellows amidst the morning crowd that had gathered in the streets used for marketing. Amid the banter he occasionally saw the more opulent wearing purple.

"I'll see you later," He heard, and turned just in time to see Grace wave at him and disappear into the crowd. He watched for a moment wondering why she'd taken off so quickly. He wondered if he'd actually see her again.

In any case, he had work to do. He pulled out a small scrap of paper from his pocket and examined it carefully. He'd been sent to Ilgaia to service some lesser nobleman's mansion. His hand pained him as he did so. The directions directed him to the last real street on the northern part of the city. "Lord Calvert's estate" was his destination.

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at 23 Jan 2010: 07:08

............. still having tourble to post

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at 24 Jan 2010: 01:33

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As adrian traversed the crowded streets of Ilgaia he soon found that all was not as it appeared. Hushed voices gave way to badly hidden glances. Soon he started that non-merchant travelers were not exactly the most welcome.

Before he reached his destination he decided to stop and resupply at a small shop he had heard of from Pailuo, an old friend from the Pebran Rat-catchers guild. It took nearly an hour to locate the shop, (which was no more the a small make shift shack hidden from the main street behind the church in a small alley. The care taker of the shop was an old lynx from anouther country that had arrived in the city as a refugee from a small civil war some years back. He was a small man with a hobbeled left leg and only one good eye. The man welcomed Adrian before he noticed him, "Welcome young one, welcome to the 'Wayning sight'".


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i'll leave it at that cause im tired. btw a cookie if anyone can find the inner humor in here.

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at 24 Jan 2010: 23:33

Soon after this odd greeting the entrance door slammed open. standing 7'6 clad in dark black armor like nothing he had seen before. Glowing red eyes glared from the creature's white plated helmet along with the occasional bolt of electricity across weopons he had never seen. A vioce of harsh inteligence spit out of the being. "Let us save the trouble of conflict and just give me the energy minipulator

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LizardWolf at 9 May 2010: 16:08

You soon realize that this site isn't real and go back to your boring, wasteful lives. However, you discover that this villainous site, which is named Fchan, is an corrupted evil work of the furry mind and your struggle to fight against it has failed.

Nadia and Xenofur sit on their royal thrones and threatens all that oppose this site. Your only hope to discover the real truth lies within researching.

The time ticks with every passing second. Their plagurous control over your mind slowly consumes your inner joy, your true furry selves, gradually transforming you into loyal slaves.

Your only hope is to research and discover the ACTUAL TRUTH before it is too late? Will you succeed in this daunting quest?

Only time will reveal all...

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