Nocte
08-17-2011, 01:37 AM
This thread is where all entries to the Medieval RPG will be posted and anything else can be discussed in the topic that is open to all questions and rules of the RPG.
That thread is here:
http://fcwars.net/forums/showthread.php?3536-Medieval-RPG
I will start.
Kislimu, 28th 526 AKR
Ashvale Village
Felix was a 15 year old boy whose father was a blacksmith, but a lousy one at that. His father was a great swordsman, but he got an arrow to the thigh in combat. He began to learn how to forge weapons, but never was able to master the craft. However Felix’s father even with his damaged leg still taught his son to work hard in everything he did.
Felix respected his fathers words, due to him being his only parent and known sibling left. His mother died giving birth to him. He worked hard all his life helping his father forge the weapons that would be given to the town militia and nothing more.
With Felix’s father being such a lousy blacksmith, the kids of the village bullied and made fun of Felix for it. Often making jokes of his father, or even beating him up. Felix wanted nothing more then to become a great swordsman just like his father had been. Only he was very small and sleek. He spent months trying to gain muscle, by doing the more heavy work when helping his father. Nothing worked and he was teased at for even that. Well Felix got fed up with it one day.
As he was walking along the back trail through a small wooded area, two boys came out from behind the trees as if they were waiting for him.
“Oh look who it is Roy, our friend Felix!” Kyle said and as the two boys approached Felix.
“So when is your father going to understand his swords are nothing more useless child toys?” Roy said stepping aggressively towards Felix.
Felix knew that he couldn’t run, their was to much brush that covered the woods floor. If he were to run along the trail they would surely catch him, as they were both clearly bigger then him. Instead he did something that seemed almost natural. As Roy kept approaching him he kicked him right in the side, the boy not expecting the blow yelled as the pain hit him.
Kyle seeing Felix strike his friend started running at Felix. Felix looked around to see if he could use anything to fend off the boys. Roy was recovered now and both of them were sprinting. Felix turned and booked as he realized if he stayed in one place he would surely be doomed. Felix however didn’t take off down the trail, he instead instinctually rushed into the brush. Along the way he found what he was looking for, a lowered tree branch he could pull back. He grabbed it and pulled back as hard as he could. He opened his ears and listened to the two boys snapping every stick in the woods. Once he thought they were close enough he let go, and he heard both of them get hit as the branch smashed.
After he knew they were down for the count he took off back the way he came and this sprinted the entire way home just encase they recovered in time to catch him. He rushed into his home and slammed the door shut.
What Felix didn’t know was that a figure had followed and watched every single action that had just happens in the woods, and that person was going to the town militia as he looked for something to eat.
That thread is here:
http://fcwars.net/forums/showthread.php?3536-Medieval-RPG
I will start.
Kislimu, 28th 526 AKR
Ashvale Village
Felix was a 15 year old boy whose father was a blacksmith, but a lousy one at that. His father was a great swordsman, but he got an arrow to the thigh in combat. He began to learn how to forge weapons, but never was able to master the craft. However Felix’s father even with his damaged leg still taught his son to work hard in everything he did.
Felix respected his fathers words, due to him being his only parent and known sibling left. His mother died giving birth to him. He worked hard all his life helping his father forge the weapons that would be given to the town militia and nothing more.
With Felix’s father being such a lousy blacksmith, the kids of the village bullied and made fun of Felix for it. Often making jokes of his father, or even beating him up. Felix wanted nothing more then to become a great swordsman just like his father had been. Only he was very small and sleek. He spent months trying to gain muscle, by doing the more heavy work when helping his father. Nothing worked and he was teased at for even that. Well Felix got fed up with it one day.
As he was walking along the back trail through a small wooded area, two boys came out from behind the trees as if they were waiting for him.
“Oh look who it is Roy, our friend Felix!” Kyle said and as the two boys approached Felix.
“So when is your father going to understand his swords are nothing more useless child toys?” Roy said stepping aggressively towards Felix.
Felix knew that he couldn’t run, their was to much brush that covered the woods floor. If he were to run along the trail they would surely catch him, as they were both clearly bigger then him. Instead he did something that seemed almost natural. As Roy kept approaching him he kicked him right in the side, the boy not expecting the blow yelled as the pain hit him.
Kyle seeing Felix strike his friend started running at Felix. Felix looked around to see if he could use anything to fend off the boys. Roy was recovered now and both of them were sprinting. Felix turned and booked as he realized if he stayed in one place he would surely be doomed. Felix however didn’t take off down the trail, he instead instinctually rushed into the brush. Along the way he found what he was looking for, a lowered tree branch he could pull back. He grabbed it and pulled back as hard as he could. He opened his ears and listened to the two boys snapping every stick in the woods. Once he thought they were close enough he let go, and he heard both of them get hit as the branch smashed.
After he knew they were down for the count he took off back the way he came and this sprinted the entire way home just encase they recovered in time to catch him. He rushed into his home and slammed the door shut.
What Felix didn’t know was that a figure had followed and watched every single action that had just happens in the woods, and that person was going to the town militia as he looked for something to eat.