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Quest For Glory 1: So You Want To Be A Hero.


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#1 Soulforge89

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Posted 20 May 2012 - 04:01 PM

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Prologue: From Willowsby to Spielberg.
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“B-but mom, I’ve always wanted to go on an adventure! What this poster talks about, might be my one chance to make it big as a hero!” a young brunette man, around his twenties said desperately, as he drops to his knees begging. But, the old woman wouldn’t yield and shook her head disapprovingly.

“I said no, and that’s final Marcus Donnelly! It’s too dangerous for one as young as you. Especially since you just graduated from that Adventurer’s School; I think you should rest a bit and rethink this.” She insisted. “I just don’t want you rushing into something you cannot handle as of yet. I…” she let out a sigh. Marcus gently hugged her for a moment.

“I’ll be fine, mom. Don’t worry about me; besides, I won’t be alone- Rico and Finn are going as well!” Marcus pointed out with a nod. He glances up at the sword and shield hanging over the mantle- his father’s sword, “Shamgar”, had been there even since his father had died when Marcus was younger. It had been nearly a decade since his father’s death, but Marcus held his head high, knowing that he’d died honorably in battle.

Marcus’ mom noticed her son looking at Shamgar, sighed, and brought it down. She handed it carefully to Marcus and looked at longingly. “Here, Marcus. Take it. I’m sure he would have wanted you to have it one of these days, if he’d lived to see this day.”

Marcus looked at the sword with a smile. Grasping it in his hand, he gave it a few good swings and thrusts. He felt a strange, invigorating power run through him as he swung the old sword, almost as if his father’s fighting spirit were in the blade. With this, he felt like he was unstoppable! His mother watched her son test his skill, and smiled proudly. He was just like his father! Marcus then looked at his mother expectantly, awaiting her final decision on whether he could go or not… and she nodded approvingly. “Alright, Marcus- you may go on this adventure of yours. I see you wield that sword, and I see a man who takes after his own father greatly, and would never forgive me if I didn’t let him go…”

“THANK YOU!!” Marcus cheered, giving his mom a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. She returned the gesture, and told him, “Just… promise me you’ll be careful, my little Markie.”

Marcus rolled his eyes. He hated when she called him that, it was very embarrassing. Still, he’d let it slide for this one time. “I promise, mom. I’ll come back home a much stronger man, and I’ll make you proud of me.”

And, with that, the matter was settled. Marcus would be heading to -according to the poster- a town a month’s walk away from their small town of Willowsby called Spielberg come next morning…
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Rico Larron woke up with a start to the sound of a shrill whistle, and, by instinct, drew his dagger and looked around cautiously.

“Rico, it’s me, Marcus!” a voice said from below him. Rico peered out from his bedroom window, and saw his good friend Marcus looking up at him with a huge smile. He smiled back, knowing what this meant- she’d said yes. He quickly grabbed his bag- filled with food, money, and a few extra daggers (including, what his father called a ‘mercy dagger’, in case it came to a point where survival was out of the question and death was inevitable). Rico also had a couple lock picks on his person just in case, and also packed a pair of black leather gloves and a black cloak with a hood to conceal him in the shadows easily, which just so happened to match his black hair and thin build quite nicely.

Rico had already discussed the matter of the notice with his own parents. They’d easily said yes, seeing as they had figured that it was time for their son to head out into the world soon anyway, and fulfill their secret lives as professional thieves. Rico got dressed in a dark blue shirt, and dark purple pants, grabbed his stuff, went downstairs and said goodbye to his parents. They wished him good luck as he shut the door.

Rico looked Marcus up and down- brown vest, white shirt, and greenish brown pants. He had to admit, the red cape was a bit much. He’d stick out like a sore thumb, that’s for sure. He was impressed how fit he looked though, thanks to his training in the Famous Adventurer’s Correspondence Course. Looking around, he didn’t see their other friend -Finn- anywhere. “Where’s Finn?”

“I haven’t visited him yet.” Marcus replied with a shrug. Rico and Marcus started walking towards the young mage’s house.
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Luckily, Finn Dillon was already awake and about to head out the door anyway. He turned around and greeted his friends with a smile. Flicking his index finger, he watched a small bolt of electricity dance around his finger- the Zap spell he’d learned would come in handy, he was sure.

“Ready to go adventurin’, Finn?” Rico asked. Finn nodded, adjusted his sky blue vest and violet pants, and fixed up his blonde hair to look nice. “I’m ready, how about you fellas?”

They both nodded and smiled. All three now together, with Marcus in the lead, they began walking out the gate of Willowsby to Spielberg Pass. Just before the town was out of sight, Marcus stopped and turned around to take one last look at their quiet little hometown. I will be strong for your sake, mom; and also my father’s.Marcus thought to himself as the three young men headed west towards the mountains.
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If they’d stood there a minute longer, they would also noticed a giant claw appearing around one of the tallest mountains, followed by another claw and lastly, the horned head of a blue scaled dragon. With a roar, a burst of flame shot from its mouth, although oddly it just seemed to “hang” there in the sky and not burn anything. The dragon breathes out a puff of smoke, which also just “hangs” there almost like a sign or “logo” underneath the floating fire. If they’d looked closely, they would have been able to see that it spelled out these words in the fire and smoke-

“Quest for Glory.
So You Want To Be A Hero.”
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Free internet cookie to anyone who can name which specific games our three Heroes' outfits are from.

Rico: Dark blue shirt, dark purple pants, black cloak.

Marcus: Brown vest, white shirt, greenish-brown pants, red cape.

Finn: Sky blue vest, white shirt, violet pants.

Edited by Soulforge89, 21 May 2012 - 04:33 PM.


#2 Orion

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Posted 21 May 2012 - 09:18 AM

Ah, I'm liking this so far! Can't wait for more.

Loved the dragon bit at the end too... biggrin.gif

As for their outfits, just because I want that cookie.

Rico: Dark blue shirt, dark purple pants, black cloak. - This is Hero's Quest/SYWTBAH EGA's outfit biggrin.gif

Marcus: Brown vest, white shirt, greenish-brown pants, red cape. And the remake's outfit. *nod*

Finn: Sky blue vest, white shirt, violet pants. And TBF's outfit here - perfect outfit for a magic user too, I think.

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Posted 25 May 2012 - 07:39 PM

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Chapter 1: Strangers in Town.
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After a month of uneventful walking, they’d FINALLY reached their destination: Spielburg Valley! There was no heading back now, even if they’d wanted to (which they didn’t. They’d just started!) , because there had been an avalanche recently and blocked the only path out of the valley.

Rico glanced around the forest, checking for certain things, like climbable trees and lots of bushes for good cover. He looked for good footholds in the cliffs, and any nearby caves to hide in. Hmmm… this was a pretty small valley, so if he ever did any raids, he’d have to find a good hiding place quickly. It wouldn’t take long for him to memorize where all the good hiding places were.

Finn took a deep breath and took in the scents and sounds of nature. Ah, what a lovely day! The birds were singing, the flowers were blooming in springtime, and he could have sworn he heard happy soft giggling somewhere nearby. He turned his head as he’d thought heard someone talking to him from a bush. “Heeheehee, hello!” but when Finn went to check, there was no one there. Huh, that was odd. Finn shrugged and kept walking.

Marcus shaded his eyes against the midday sun, looking for anything that resembled a town. Ah, there was the gate right ahead! At last, they’d arrived in the town of Spielburg. At last, they could start their first adventure as heroes! The poster had said ‘No Experience Necessary!’, but that wouldn’t be true much longer. With a confident stride, Marcus tried to look his best as they entered the town.

At the very front of the town was the sheriff’s office, where two men sat. One man with a blonde mustache that was tinged with gray and a wearing a funny, green pointed hat and smoking a pipe looked up at them with a small smile. “Ah, Guten Tag gentlemen; Welcome to Spielburg. Lady Luck must be strong if you three were able to beat the snow blocking the pass out of here,” he gave them a concerned look, “If you plan on staying, you should be careful. There are several monsters trapped here as well as you are, and they aren’t happy about being stuck here. God help you if you get caught in a monster ambush, or worse, if the brigands catch you. Between them, and us being smack dab in the middle of it, we could certainly use a Hero around here.”

Monsters? Finn thought nervously. He imagined horrid creatures chasing after him, ripping and tearing at his legs as he tried to run away, but couldn’t do so fast enough, and they began to eat him alive! He held back a shiver and tried not to think about it.

Brigands? Rico wondered. He imagined what their fortress could look like, and what sort of interesting booby traps were laid out in there for intruders. If they ever had to invade the brigand fortress -which Rico figured was inevitable anyway- he’d have to work on his stealth and sharpen his daggers.

Hero? Marcus thought, getting excited. He imagined getting awarded for his bravery by the leader of the valley alongside Rico and Finn, the medals saying “Hero of Spielburg” on them, and amid cheers he and his friends headed off for new adventures in Gloriana and making the world a better place one quest at a time. He gave the sheriff a smirk, “Well, you say you need a Hero, how about three?” and introduced himself, Rico and Finn.

The sheriff’s eyes brightened happily. “Really? Wonderful!” He shook each of their hands firmly, now introducing himself. “My name is Sheriff Schultz Meistersson,” he pointed at the other man, an ugly fellow with a big grinning mouth with only a few teeth visible, who hadn’t been paying much attention to them and was playing with a yo-yo. “This is my assistant, Otto Von Goon. If you have any questions at all, just ask me and I’ll help you as best I can.”

“Thank you, sir.” Marcus said, and decided to check out the rest of the town. His smile grew as he saw something very familiar in front of him. “Hey, look! There’s a Guild Hall here!” Marcus remarked excitedly. The three of them walked in.
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This Guild Hall reminded Marcus of the one they had back in Willowsby. Like all Guild Halls, there was the trademark moose head on the wall (along with a bunch of other monster heads on plaques, such as a Dragon, a Cheetaur, a Pheonix, an Antwerp and a Troll), a small table with a book on it where you signed in, and a crackling fireplace nearby. It seemed a lot lonelier than the one at home, though. Back at Willowsby, there were always a large group of people hanging around (mostly Fighters like himself) practicing with each other, telling stories about their adventures (in fact, it was rumored that THE Famous Adventurer himself would stop by occasionally, but Marcus had never seen him), and generally having a warm and friendly atmosphere all around. This place, sadly, was very quiet and solemn. There wasn’t anyone here, save for an old man in a rocking chair who was sleeping.

Marcus flipped open the Guild Hall book and noticed it hadn’t been written in for several years. Heroes must not last very long here. Well, we’re here to change that! he thought determined as he picked up the pen, and wrote down, “We, Marcus Donnelly, Rico Larron, and Finn Dillon, have come to this valley of Spielburg to become Heroes!”

He signed his name with a flourish, Finn wrote his name in fancy cursive, and Rico drew a picture of a dagger and wrote his name as if it were engraved on the blade.

Rico grinned at his handiwork and walked over to the old man sitting by the fire. He shook him awake, “Hey. Hey, wake up sir. Helloooo?”

The man woke up with a snort and rubbed his eyes. “Huh? Who’re you?” Rico said hello, and explained why they were here. The man gladly introduced himself as Wolfgang Abenteuer, and he started to tell the story of the dragon head over the fireplace to the three… and promptly fell asleep again. Rico facepalmed and tried again. This went on for a long while- he’d wake up, tell a bit of a story, fall asleep, wake up again, and the cycle repeats itself. Rico obviously got fed up with this, so he lightly poked him in the ribs with his dagger. Wolf immediately awoke with a jump and continued his stories.

After he was finally done spinning his yarns, Rico asked, “So, what do you know about the brigands?” and took a step back as he saw Wolf’s eyes darken and he spoke in a low voice. “They’re criminals. Ruthless, vicious, hard hearted thieves with no respect for anyone except for themselves; it’s their leader that did it, turned them from a bunch of petty thugs, to professional troublemakers all with the same temperament: Bad! If you value your life, boy, you won’t mess with them unless you want to become a human pincushion, get skewered by their boss, or become one of them. But,” he pointed to the bulletin board behind him, “there is a reward from the Baron himself for capturing or killing their leader.”

“The Baron?” Finn asked.

Wolf nodded. “Baron Von Spielburg is our leader. He was once just an adventurer like me when we were younger, used to be one of the bravest men I’ve ever known. With him protecting the valley, no mere brigand or fearsome monster would dare attack our home… until he met that Baba Yaga fiend.”

“Baba Yaga, huh? What did she do to him?” Marcus asked.

Wolf sighed and hung his head sadly, “The Baron tried to get her to leave, and she cursed him, saying he would lose everything he’d ever loved. His wife, his children, his soldiers, his land… this valley is all he has left, and sooner or later he’ll lose that too.”

“How awful! Sounds like you really do need a Hero around here, don’t you?” Marcus said, concerned. Wolf nodded, “Yes indeed. But remember: a real Hero is someone who doesn’t start strong or powerful, but used his courage, brains and skills to become the best he can become,” he looked at them with a smile, “regardless of where he comes from.” They nodded and smiled back. Wolf slumped back in his chair, falling asleep. Again. This was alright though; they didn’t have anything else to say to him anyway. They quietly tiptoed out the Guild Hall door.
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Wanting to explore more of the town, they split up. Finn looked up at the large imposing eye staring down at him. This was obviously the Magic shop. He walked in, not really surprised as the door disappeared like a curtain.

He glanced around at the objects on the shelves, spotting some scrolls. He smiled and went to grab one labeled “Flame Dart” and heard thunder and a flash of lightning appeared close to him. Too close for comfort, Finn stepped back and said quickly, “I wasn’t stealing it, I swear! I was just-“

“It’s alright, young one. I was just introducing myself,” said a calm female voice. Then a woman appeared behind the counter. Her strangely pale skin gave her an unearthly look, although, it could just be a trick of the glowing blue torches on the walls, and nearly everything looked eerie in here. “I am Zara,” she gestured to a small blue demon-like creature hanging out on the top of one of the shelves, “and this is my companion Damiano.” The creature waved hello, Finn waved back. She continued, “I can sense magic in you, young one. I hope the items in this shop can be of use to you.”

Asking her about the spell scrolls, the Flame Dart was 60 silvers, the Fetch was 40 and the Open was 30. Finn opened his money bag and looked in it. Phew, he just barely had enough. He paid for the three spells, and bid her adieu and thank you, asking her to call him Finn. As he walked out, Zara called him back saying, “Remember: the more you practice your spells, the better and more powerful your spells will be. When you have learned enough, you might be able to become a Wizard. If you meet a man named Erasmus, tell him Zara says hello!” Finn thanked her again and left.
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“Please, my good man. I ask you to reconsider your prices!” Marcus insisted to the general store shopkeeper, trying to remain calm and polite, but it didn’t seem to be working very well.

The shopkeeper shook his head. “I’m sorry sir, but I cannot sell you chainmail armor for something that low. You know how difficult it is to even obtain armor of this quality?”

Marcus gave an exasperated sigh and gave up. 500 silvers, seriously?! “Fine, fine. What else do you have?” The shopkeeper grinned and showed off what else he had to sell. Food, flasks, daggers and the chainmail armor he’d asked about. Marcus decided to make do with just some food and two flasks. He bought one dagger as well, just in case. He walked out, feeling a bit better, as at least he was able to buy something. He also bought some apples from Hilde, the pretty centaur girl next door, for extra rations. An adventurer must always be prepared for anything, after all.
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Rico walked outside the town gate, and noticed someone leaning on the wall. He had eyes as dark as his beard, twirling a dagger in his hand. Rico gave him the thief sign, and the man nodded and signed back. Rico smiled and tried to make small talk to the man. “So, what’s your name, bud?”

“Bruno.” He replied flatly.

“No last name? I’m Rico Larron.” He shook Bruno’s hand. “I see you’re a fellow thief. Do you know if there is a Thieves Guild here? I need somewhere safe to stash stuff from my raids.” Bruno nodded and said quietly, “Yes. I can tell you… for a price. Say, two silvers?” Rico paid him, rolling his eyes, and Bruno told him, “Check the tavern. Look for a goon called Crusher, and tell him this password- Purple Saurus.” Rico nodded and walked back into town. Bruno did give him one more piece of “advice” though, “Oh, and if you want to have a good time, try the Dragons Breath!” Rico wasn’t too sure about that.
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As Marcus headed for the inn, to see if he could get a room, he tensed up and stopped walking; He looked around nervously, drawing Shamgar. Someone seemed to be watching him, and it didn’t seem friendly. Looking all around, he didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, although he thought he could hear something faintly rustling in the trees. Then suddenly, as soon as he felt the unfriendly presence, it disappeared and all was calm again. He felt someone else watching him, and looked up. He could have sworn he saw what looked like a rat, wearing a cute little pointed wizard’s hat, but the rat disappeared quickly and Marcus only caught a glimpse. Feeling relaxed again, he continued on into the Hero’s Tale Inn.

The bat that Fenrus had knocked out came to his senses. He checked himself, and flew off to the northwest. So, these guys want to be Heroes, eh? Well, we’ll see about that! I gotta tell Mama about this!
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I think we all know who that bat and rat belong to respectfully, yes?


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Posted 30 May 2012 - 03:14 AM

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Chapter 2: Katta, Fox, and Saurus Tails
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Marcus immediately felt safer the moment he walked inside the Hero’s Tale Inn. It was cozy, with a crackling fireplace by the wall, and a table and chairs in the middle of the room. The innkeeper was something Marcus had never seen before- a cat wearing a green robe! Noticing Marcus coming in, the cat got up from its kneeling position where it was cleaning itself, and stood up on its hind legs and bowed respectfully to him.

“Welcome! Welcome, traveler, to the Hero’s Tale Inn! I am Shameen, at your service. May I help you in any way?” The cat spoke in a male voice.

Marcus was so shocked at the idea of a talking cat as an innkeeper, that he almost forgot why he’d come in here in the first place. He recovered and cleared his throat, “Ahem! I’d like to rent a room for myself and my two friends, if it’s not too much trouble.”

Shameen shook his furry head, “No, no. It’s no problem at all, Effendi. That’s the point of an inn, after all.” Marcus nodded, and then asked, “If you don’t mind me saying, I never expected a cat to be running an inn here. What exactly ARE you anyway?”

“I am known as a Katta. I and my wife, Shema, come from the desert of Shapeir to the south.” Shameen explained. He gestured his paw to the chairs, “Why don’t you sit down? I bet you’re hungry after traveling, yes?” Marcus sat down and began to relax. This wasn’t so bad. One of the doors opened, and out came another Katta wearing a blue shirt and pink pants that Marcus assumed was Shema. Shema smiled sweetly and said, “Welcome, Wanderer From Afar. I hope you enjoy your stay here in Spelburg. Can I get you something to eat or drink?” Marcus nodded and ordered some lunch for himself. He thanked her and paid her, and Shameen gave him three room keys. Marcus thanked him and walked out to find his companions.
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As Rico entered the tavern, he got the immediate impression that he wasn’t welcome here. The patrons and barkeep glared at the young thief. The floor and walls were filthy with dirt and grime and sticky beer making it smell awful and look like a pig sty. There was even some weird green slime on one of the stools, which might be useful… if it didn’t look radioactive enough to possibly burn the skin off his hand.

He noticed a trapdoor being guarded by a goon in the corner of the room. He certainly looked like a Crusher to Rico. Rico went over to the goon and said softly, “Purple Saurus.” The goon nodded and opened the trapdoor for him, which revealed a small flight of stairs, leading down someplace dimly lit. Rico grinned; this must the Thieves Guild he was looking for!

He fearlessly went down the stairs into the Guild, and he liked what he saw; while the place wasn’t very bright, Rico had a good set of eyes anyway. He was standing a small room that didn’t have much in terms of furniture other than a picnic table and a single chair in which sat a man dressed in a brown short sleeved shirt, red pants and a teal cape, whom Rico assumed to be the leader, nonchalantly throwing daggers at a dartboard on the wall, while drinking some coffee. There was a knife stuck into the wood of the table, and a bunch of other knives in different sizes hung up on another wall in a half-circle in a display underneath some small vases. Rico began to walk over to get a closer look when, he saw something quickly fly past him and embedded itself in the wall- a dagger! Rico got out of the way and turned around just in time to see the leader holding another dagger aimed at him. The leader frowned and said seriously, “Don’t touch those. They’re mine!”

Rico stuttered, “S-sorry chief, I’m not from around here. I just started up in the family business, see.”

The chief thief rolled his eyes at Rico’s response, and glared at Crusher. “Beginners, Crusher! Why do I always get beginners?! It’s bad enough that I’m the best of the best an’ I’m stuck in this little hick town with barely anything good to steal,” Well, that’s just lovely, isn’t it? Rico thought disappointed, “but there are also those brigands we have to deal with, who spook off any sort of business I had before! And now, this little kid,” he pointed at Rico, “thinks he can hang out with the big boys, just ‘cause he’s part of a “family business” as he puts it?” he turned to Rico and crossed his arms, “Tell me something kid, how old are you?”

“Um, nineteen chief,” Rico said.

The chief looked him up and down, scrutinizing him as if he were a horse for sale at a fair. He took a few steps backwards until his back was almost touching the wall, and pulled out another dagger. Pointing it at Rico he said, “Alright, kid. Let’s see how good your reflexes are, huh?”

Rico just nodded and braced himself. The knife went flying at him, fast as lightning! Rico barely dodged in time. The chief grumbled, “You’re slow, kid. That’s not good for a thief, you know,” he threw another knife, another close call, “Who taught you anyway?” he stopped throwing for a minute.

Rico replied in relief, “My parents, chief; I’ve only been in the business for about a year or so.”

Thunk!

He dodged a bit faster, noticing how the chief thief was holding the dagger in a certain position which seemed to pinpoint where he was aiming to throw. The chief smiled a little at the small improvement, “Think fast, kid!” he said before throwing TWO daggers at Rico this time!

Thunk! Thunk! Rico ducked and rolled quickly. Two more flew at him as he was getting back on his feet. Rico dodged one, caught the other by the blade and threw it back! The chief, being a master, dodged easily.

This went on for a while. The chief would throw one or two daggers. Rico would dodge, getting slightly quicker each time, with occasionally the chief asking Rico a question before throwing. Yeesh, how daggers does this guy even have?! Rico thought as he swiftly dodged another knife. The chief stopped throwing, and his smile grew wider, “Not bad, kid; I think that’s enough for now, I need to rest my arms a bit.” Rico nodded in understanding, and the chief went back to drinking his coffee. The chief looked at Rico, “Well, you want to become a qualified thief, eh?” he pointed to the door next to the dartboard, “It’ll cost you 25 silvers to ‘work’ here in town. Can’t pay it,” he smirked, “I think you know what to do.”

Rico grinned and nodded. He checked his pack and took out his money bag, seeing that there had been a note attached:

Rico- according to some of our associates, you’ll require a “Thieves License” to work in towns like Spielburg. So, for now, here’s some money for you to –hopefully- pay for at least the license. I’m sure you’ll find the money to pay for whatever else they sell... elsewhere (heh heh! You know what I mean, right?). Good luck, son!
Love, Dad.


Looking in the money bag, he had 48 silvers; Pretty good, if he had anything to say about it. He paid Boris, and when he got his license he waved it around happily and shouted, “YES!! I’M AN OFFICIAL THIEF; A BONAFIDE PURLOINER!”

The chief thief tried to keep Rico quiet, “Shhhh, not so loud! Do you want the sheriff to hear you?!” Rico shut up. He began walking up the stairs back to the tavern, but not before Rico bowed before the chief thief and gave him ‘the sign’, “Thank you chief, I’ll be back later on tonight.” The chief signed back, and Rico left.
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Standing at the gates of Spielburg, their bags all packed, and weapons on their belts, our three Heroes in training all felt a shiver run down their spines. Not only because of the cool breeze but also because they knew that once they walked away from these gates and away from the path, they would be completely alone except for each other.

Finn looked up at the sky. It was mid-afternoon right now. He thought he heard a noise down the path, sounded like a bark. “Hey, do you hear something?” he said to Marcus and Rico. They listened, the bark came again, and it sounded pained.

“I think something is hurt over this way, come on!” Marcus said, dashing toward the sound.

Not very far down the path, they found a little red fox. The fox looked at them, and then did something amazing: it talked!

“Help me, Heroes! I’m stuck!” the fox whimpered. Marcus noticed that the fox was stuck in a trap, and went over to spring it, but Rico stopped him.

“Marcus? Two things: 1. I don’t trust him. He could be faking it, after all. And 2, you don’t know how to pick a lock. I, however, do. Let me handle this.” Rico insisted.

“How do you know he’s not trustworthy?” Marcus protested, “Just look at him! And, just because you’re part of a ‘shady group’, doesn’t mean that all traps must fall to your skills.”

The two continued arguing like this. Finn rolled his eyes at this pointlessness, and having an idea, pulled out one of the scrolls he’d bought- specifically the Open spell. Reading the scroll, the spell was imprinted on his brain and with a ‘poof!’ the scroll disappeared. Finn bent down near the fox, which looked at him cautiously, and concentrated…

Bring!

SNAP! The trap came apart and the fox was free! The fox turned around in a circle, checking over himself; Not injured other than his leg, the fox smiled at Finn appreciatively, giving him a respectful nod of his head “Thank you kindly, young wizard. Is there anything I can do for you, monsieur…?”

“Just Finn, if you please.” Finn replied, “Hmmm… any advice, Herr Fuchs?”

The fox nodded. “Please, just call me Reynard, kind one of magic. Well, first off, sometimes it pays off to be polite, even to rude people,” Finn nodded in agreement, “and here’s a little tidbit- the ogress, Baba Yaga, put some sort of spell or enchantment on the Baron’s daughter, Elsa, some years back. If you wish to break the spell, talk to the Dryad in this forest, provided you do something in exchange for her,” Reynard said. He pricked his ears, “Oh, and another thing: a brave knight once told me years ago, that in order to be crafty like me, you should pick up anything that is not nailed down.”

“And if it is nailed down?” Finn questioned.

Reynard smirked, “Look for loose nails or boards, of course!”

Finn rolled his eyes a bit, “Of course. Although, you really shouldn’t tell this to me; you should tell Rico instead, he’s the stealthy thief, not me.”

Reynard was about to do so, when he noticed that Rico and Marcus were still arguing! Finn facepalmed with a groan, and he pulled out the one small dagger he had and cast the “Zap” spell on it. He swung it around in an arc to catch their attention, “Hey!! Stop arguing, you two! This is getting ridiculous! I’ve already freed the fox, and gotten some nice advice from him, in the time you two dunderheads were fighting, so shut up!” Marcus and Rico did so, and were surprised at their friend’s reaction. Usually, he didn’t yell at people like that. Usually, he was the gentle, quiet one.

Reynard cleared his throat, and told his wisdom to Rico and Marcus. Then, with a flip of his bushy tail, Reynard left them with an, “Au Revoir, Ta-ta, I hope we’ll meet again someday,” and disappeared into the bushes.
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“So, where do we go from here?” Rico asked.

“Hmmm… how about the castle? I’m sure we can find info about the brigands and that accursed Baba Yaga there.” Marcus said, heading north.

Suddenly, Marcus sensed it again- an unfriendly presence. Drawing Shamgar, he and his companions searched all around and froze in their tracks when they heard something utter a low, nasty growl. “Get ready, guys.” Marcus said softly, his eyes shifting. Finn and Rico nodded.

The growl grew louder into it turned into a roar! Then, something huge with sharp teeth and purple scales jumped out of the bushes straight toward them!

Marcus tried to hide his fear, remembering what the ‘monsters’ section in his F.A.C.S. pamphlet said this was- a Purple Saurus!

The Saurus leaped up and tried to pin down Rico, but remembering what the chief thief taught him earlier, he quickly ducked and rolled out of the way.

When the monster’s back was turned, Shamgar was thrust into it! Letting out a screech, the Saurus whipped around and clawed at its attacker! Marcus screamed in pain clutching his chest, but stood his ground regardless, slashing his sword across the monster’ eyes, which blinded it!

The creature felt pain course through its leg, as Rico stabbed his knife into it! In unison with Rico, Finn managed to get a stab in as well with his ‘Zap’ powered dagger! As Marcus made his slashes faster and faster, the awful shrieks from the Saurus nearly deafened them.

Rico, feeling brave, jumped up in the air and tried to land on the Saurus’ back!

Thud!

“Yeehaw!” Rico cheered, stabbing his knife repeatedly into the Saurus’ back. The Saurus turned its head and tried to bite Rico who bent over until his head was almost touching his tail.

Finn focused his magic power while the monster was distracted with Rico and Marcus, feeling his hands warm up. Looking down, he watched rather impressed, as a small ball of fire appeared in them! Pushing his right hand forward, the newly acquired ‘Flame Dart’ spell flew and struck the Saurus in the side! The Saurus screeched, and threw Rico off like a bronco. Rico went flying and face planted into the grass, not moving. Finn threw the other ‘Flame Dart’ at the Saurus to keep him away from Rico, and the fire set the Saurus’ tail aflame!

Now, the Saurus went completely nuts and turned around over and over in circles shrieking like mad! Finn kept casting ‘Flame Dart’ again and again, the little flame balls getting bigger and stronger with each hit! The fire on the Saurus’ tail went out, and it started becoming woozy from its wounds (plus, of course, it had been spinning around in circles a minute ago which is bound to make anyone dizzy!), so much so that it could barely stand.

Seeing his chance, Marcus struck Shamgar horizontally across, slicing the Saurus’ throat! The Saurus tried to manage a roar, but all that came was a gurgle and blood seeping from its mouth. Before the spark in its eyes died out completely, it managed to slice at Marcus, cutting him again deeper in the stomach, and then collapsed on the ground dead.

Rico got up, rubbing his head. “Ow… ooh, my head hurts,” he muttered. Rico crossed his eyes and looked down at his nose. Great, lovely, it seemed to be busted and bleeding a bit. He looked up, noticing the dead monster. “Oh, hey, I guess you guys didn’t need me,” he said with a grin.

Finn didn’t answer, as he was too busy trying to see if he could do anything for Marcus, who had fallen soon after he’d killed the monster, and wasn’t getting up. Finn really wished he’d learned how to heal before they’d left! Luckily, Marcus was still breathing and Finn still felt a heartbeat (thank goodness! Imagine, losing a comrade during their first battle out in the wilderness!), although both were rather faint.

Finn looked around for something he could do to help, then noticing a pair of glowing eyes in the bushes. Seeing what looked like a familiar bushy white-tipped tail, Finn went over to the bush and asked, “Reynard? Is that you? Please, I need your help!” the fox poked his head out of the bushes, and saw Marcus. The fox needed no explanation, and motioned ‘follow me!’ with his paw.

Finn and Rico dragged Marcus’s body in the direction where Reynard was heading to, and low and behold, they were greeted by a nice, homely little hut with the sign of the healer (a blue bottle) above the door! Reynard scratched and yowled at the door, until he heard the bar unlatch from the door and a kindly voice said, “Come on in! It’s open!”

The two men breathed a sigh of relief as they dragged Marcus inside. They were safe!
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#5 crayauchtin

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Posted 15 June 2012 - 09:13 PM

I'm glad to see you're posting this here too! smile.gif

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Posted 21 June 2012 - 01:45 AM

Wait, wait, wait! Sir Cray?! You're here too?! AWESOME! biggrin.gif

So, what did you think of this chapter? Was that fight scene too confusing?

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Posted 21 June 2012 - 05:22 AM

Ah, not bad! I loved the dragon bit. You're definitely competent enough at writing. You also did some homework and even got the right prices in the shops. I don't think I've ever run into a purple saurus in the wild though, a rare find for them!

Some nitpicking though... If you were striving for accuracy, the password for the thieves guild is 'Schwertfisch', not 'Purple Saurus'. Crusher would not have let Rico in. Also, I don't think you quite got Zara's no nonsense attitude.

Still, this is far better than most fan fiction I see. Kudos!
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Posted 21 June 2012 - 04:17 PM

Ah, but that's only in the remake! the 'Purple Saurus' password you can get in the original game.

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Posted 21 June 2012 - 07:36 PM

Ah! Have never played the EGA version, so I'll take your word on that. It would be much easier to remember for the text parser that's for sure! Well, don't let me stop you from writing, continue on!
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Posted 14 July 2012 - 04:34 AM

Sorry it took me so long to get around to this! It only took me a month and a half :/

So far I'm thoroughly enjoying your version of the story biggrin.gif Rico's my favorite so far! I did find a couple writing errors, but seeing as it's not a professional piece, I can overlook it smile.gif (One thing that bothers me about most fan-fiction readers is that they judge too harshly about writing skills for a free, amateur piece of writing)

Though I did love the bit about Fenris knocking out Bats! And having Bats and Scarlett being big Baba's spies in the forest. It has me curious as to how it's going to play out.

Can't wait for more!

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Posted 14 July 2012 - 06:21 PM

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(One thing that bothers me about most fan-fiction readers is that they judge too harshly about writing skills for a free, amateur piece of writing)


Really? How so?

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Posted 14 July 2012 - 07:54 PM

I've had people judge my work too harshly because it doesn't hold up against some of the best works out there. I have asked for some tough criticism a few times so I could see where personal improvement can be made, but other times, I'm writing just for fun and enjoyment as a side hobby. When what you do for fun is told it isn't any good by those who get it for free (because they're being too critical) it can be disheartening to continue.

I really don't mean to come off sounding like your story isn't good at all! I really am enjoying it so far. smile.gif I feel stupid even saying anything now.

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Posted 16 July 2012 - 05:36 AM

QUOTE (Soulforge89 @ Jun 20 2012, 09:20 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
Wait, wait, wait! Sir Cray?! You're here too?! AWESOME! biggrin.gif

So, what did you think of this chapter? Was that fight scene too confusing?

Oh, child, I'm everywhere. tongue.gif

And don't you know by now if I'd had an issue with the fight scene, I'd have told you? tongue.gif

I DO think, re-reading it, that that one line of Zara's about telling Erasmus she says hello makes her seem too nice and too friendly. She's not really a fan of his in the game -- in fact, I get the sense that most wizards aren't. tongue.gif But, she's a fairly minor character and it clearly didn't throw me much until someone else mentioned it.

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Posted 17 July 2012 - 03:26 AM

QUOTE (crayauchtin @ Jul 16 2012, 12:11 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
QUOTE (Soulforge89 @ Jun 20 2012, 09:20 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
Wait, wait, wait! Sir Cray?! You're here too?! AWESOME! biggrin.gif

So, what did you think of this chapter? Was that fight scene too confusing?

Oh, child, I'm everywhere. tongue.gif

And don't you know by now if I'd had an issue with the fight scene, I'd have told you? tongue.gif

I DO think, re-reading it, that that one line of Zara's about telling Erasmus she says hello makes her seem too nice and too friendly. She's not really a fan of his in the game -- in fact, I get the sense that most wizards aren't. tongue.gif But, she's a fairly minor character and it clearly didn't throw me much until someone else mentioned it.


<_<

>_>

Okay... creepy.

Well, I suppose so. But, I believe this was posted before I starting making you my "Quest For Glory Voice of Reason Brainstormer"

As for Zara... more proof I need to play these games more often, huh?

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Posted 17 July 2012 - 05:28 PM

QUOTE (Soulforge89 @ Jul 16 2012, 11:01 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
As for Zara... more proof I need to play these games more often, huh?

I think that's just a general rule of life for everyone. tongue.gif