In the days of old, the MB's were split into many kingdoms...
These kingdoms often suffered problems such as dragons, evil wizards, and wars with other kingdoms...
But they also suffered from another thing...outlaws...
Yes, outlaws, pirates, theives, you name it...
You may have heard the stories of people like the Forestman, or Robin Hood, and their merry bands of theives and outlaws, stealing from the rich and giving to the needy...
But there is one story you have not heard...The Rogues...shadowy outlaws of the forest, running in packs like wolves, attacking kingdoms, stealing whatever they can get their hands on...
They arm themselves with swords, long bows, and more...
They cloak themselves with green hoods and masks...
They are silent warriors...you never know they're coming till it's too late...
Now, I know what you're thinking right now. "Why would I ever want to read a story like this?" Well, this story is focused on one group of Rogues in particular...
While most Rogues could care less about the safety of others, on group of Rogues chose to break this code, no matter the consequences...
These are the stories of those Rogues...these are...
~THE ROGUE CHRONICLES~
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Author's note: This story was inspired by the LEGO Minifigures Series 16 Rogue, so for a basic idea of what the Rogues look like, use the link below!
Ph, maybe you didn’t get to read it on the LMB’s. This was a story about the Rogues who are attacking the kingdom and stuff, but eventually have to-wait...we haven’t gotten past that part in the story yet, no spoilers!
I sat in a tree and watched as the people of the Kingdom of CC went about their busy lives. Why was it called CC? Nobody really knew... I stifled a laugh thinking about it. I needed to remain quiet.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, the Kingdom of CC, ruled by King Brickman. It’s surrounded by a thick forest, which makes it easy to attack. Thankfully, CC doesn’t have many enemies. To the north of CC, are the Hills of FF. The Hills of FF aren’t really a kingdom, just a haven for insane berserkers, pirates, vikings, etc. To the west of CC are the Shadow Lands. It’s forbidden for anyone to go there, as there are rumors of people who went there and didn’t return. Supposedly, there was an evil wizard there who wanted to rule the MB's, but was stopped by the Mods, who lived in a rather large fortress to the far south of CC. Further down south, you find the coast, and a few miles out you'll find the islands of BrickBook. They're uninhabited, and have yet to be explored...
Anyway, that's the basic layout of the MB's. Sure, there are more kingdoms, but, you don't really need to know about those just yet...
So, what was I doing in a tree? Well, I'm a Rogue. One of twenty, to be exact. CC is known for its excellent location. The castle features three walls. The first wall, the outer wall, is a relatively short wall, and one could easily get to the top of it by scaling one of the many trees in the forest surrounding it. In-between the first and second walls, is tons of farmland and mines. This is called the outer ring. Then, in-between the second and third walls, are the villages, where the peasants live. This is the inner ring. Finally, inside the third wall is the castle, surrounded by markets. You see, we Rogues are the reason they've had to increase security in the outer ring. Every week or so, we come in, steal some stuff, then leave! Fun right? A figure slid down the tree trunk, landing on my branch. I spun around, arrow nocked and drawn back.
"Woah, easy!" It was Roger Willows. He threw his hands up in a small gesture of surrender. I sighed, and put the arrow back in my quiver. Roger wasn’t your typical Rogue. Unlike the regular outfit of the Rogues, he simply wore a dark green shirt, dark brown pants, and dark brown boots. He had a gold wolf pin on his shirt, identifying him as a senior rogue. At 23, he was among the oldest of us. He used a crossbow rather than the standard issue longbow, and kept a small quiver of crossbow bolts on his back. He also carried a short sword and two throwing knifes. But although he was a little different, he was sneaky nonetheless and was an expert shot.
"The others are ready. Are you?" he asked. I nodded. "Good. You take the first guard this time." I nodded again, pulled up my hood, and pulled my bandana up over my mouth and nose, so all that can be seen are my green eyes. I checked my gear to make sure I had everything. I kept throwing knifes on my belt and leather bracers, twin short swords located in sheaths on my back just behind my quiver of arrows, and my long bow. The guard passed on his patrol. I made my move. Sliding out of the tree, I silently landed on the top of the wall. I tried to stay as close to the edge of the wall as possible, so I could stay in the shadows of the trees rather than get caught in the pale white beams of the moon's light. I snuck up behind the guard, and struck quickly, tearing the heavy shafted spear out of his hand and using it to knock him out. I did my best to position him so he looked like he was sleeping.
I pulled a small stone and a piece of metal out of a small leather bag tied to my belt. Flint and Steel. I pulled an arrow out of my quiver. This one has wool wrapped around the arrow head that has been soaked in oil. I used the flint and steel to light the wool and then proceeded to shoot the flaming arrow into the sky. The others will see the signal and begin the raid. Unfortunately, my fellow Rogues weren't the only ones who saw the signal. Several guards saw it too. The alarm is sounded and guards began charging towards the source of the arrow. Me. The first guard reached me. I quickly nocked an arrow and shot. The arrow hit the guard, deleting him.
The next guard lunged at me from behind with his spear, but I sidestepped it, grabbed the spear, and tore it out of his grasp, tossing it away. He drew his sword but was deleted by a crossbow bolt, disappearing into shimmering code and pixels. Roger jumped out of the tree, another bolt loaded in his crossbow.
“What took you so long?" I said, slinging my bow over my shoulder and drawing my twin swords.
"Oh, you know, I was waiting for the right moment to strike. I like to make an entrance!" he said jokingly, firing another bolt at a guard.
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I sheathed my swords and planted a kick into one guard, knocking him into the other guard behind him. They both fell off the wall, landing into a wagon full of hay. I chuckled. Another guard rushed me, sword raised. I grabbed his wrist in a tight grip, and used my other hand to pull the sword from his grasp, disarming him. He threw a punch at me, but I released his wrist and caught it in my hand. Then, I used the hilt of his sword to knock him out.
Roger finished disarming his guard with his sword, then knocked the guard unconscious. A horn was sounded, and the remaining guards retreated.
"That's it? That's all they've got?!" Roger said.
"They're pulling back. Why?" I asked. Roger shrugged, the turned his attention to the retreating guards.
"What's the matter? Too scared of a few Rogues? Yeah, you better run!" Roger yelled tauntingly. Another Rogue, a little further down the wall, let out a yell of victory...which was quickly cut short when an arrow hit him, deleting him.
“Archers!" I heard another Rogue yell before he was hit by an arrow and deleted.
"Get down!" I yelled at Roger. He ducked behind the battlements as arrows hissed through the air, sparks flying as they bounced off the stone wall. I quickly unslung my longbow from my shoulder and nocked an arrow. Things are not going according to plan.
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"Well that was surprisingly easy," Roger says, deleting the last remaining archer with his crossbow. The rest were called back. That won't last long though. One of the Rogues further down the wall blows a horn. We start vaulting over the battlements, landing on hay bales, roofs, wagons and more. We all split up into groups of four.
"Alright," Roger says, "we need to make this fast. Grab only what you can carry! Nothing more!"
Farmer Con finishes eating his breakfast just as the predawn grays begin to filter in through his window. He heard some kind of commotion outside, horns, yelling, even sounds of metal bouncing off the stones of his house. Probably those rotten kids from the mining area again. He stands up and clears his place. He has chores to do. He steps out of his front door, grabbing his pitchfork as he does so, and steps right into a battlefield.
He blinks twice, trying to figure out what's going on. He's not dumb, just a little slow. He knows a battle when he sees one, even if it takes him a little while to figure out it's a battlefield. Seems like those masked men are attacking again. He shrugs. Doesn't bother him. He walks around his small house to his barn, and opens the big heavy doors. His cow and best friend, Milky, greets him with a enthusiastic "Moo".
"Good morning to you too Milky," he says, collecting eggs from the chicken coop, "how are you this fine morning?"
"Moo."
"That's good, that's good. I've got you some breakfast here," he says, grabbing a big bucket and filling it with hay. He places it in Milky's pen, and Milky begins eating. "There's a big battle outside," he says, "don't worry though Milky, they won't hurt you. I won't let them hurt you."
An arrow whistles through the air, taking off his straw hat.
The arrow hits the wall, pinning the hat with a dull thunk! The farmer, surprised, stumbles backward, suddenly hatless, and falls down. I lower my longbow, and signal Roger and the other two Rogues. They rush in, and begin stealing all they can carry. One of them spots the cow, and drops the pig he's holding.
"Hey," he says, tapping the other Rogue on the shoulder, "see that?" The other turns around, and drops his hay bale.
"Let's get it..." he says, grabbing a thick rope off the wall. They rush toward the cow, who lets out a panicked "moo". They tie the thick rope around it's neck and begin leading it out of it's pen.
The farmer, recovering from his shock, sees this and cries "No!".
"No!" he yells, "no, no, no, no, no! Not Milky! Please not Milky!" He charges, wielding a pitchfork. I quickly release two more arrows, one knocking the pitchfork out of his hand, the other pinning him to the wall by his shirt. He gives up, defeated, and begins to cry.
I sigh and roll my eyes. I don't have time for this.
"Leave the cow," I snap.
"What?!" The other two Rogues say in unison.
"You heard me!" I snap again, "Leave the cow! It's too big and heavy, it'll just slow us down when we need to move fast."
They shrug, and lead the cow back to it's pen.
I walk over to the farmer, and yank my arrows out of the wall, unpinning him and his hat.
"There," I hiss, "happy now?"
He ignores me and rushes over to his cow with a cry of "MILKY!!!!"
Crying "Milky" once more, the farmer throws himself on the cow's neck with a relieved sob. I roll my eyes and exit the barn. Roger is waiting outside, grinning. I try to ignore him and help one of the Rogues load a hay bale onto a wagon. He just keeps grinning. Then he chuckles.
"What?" I snap, whirling to face him. His chuckling becomes laughter. "What?!" I snap again, louder this time.
"Wow. What a good deed. What's the matter Nexo? Gone soft?" he taunts,
"I haven't gone soft!" I retort quickly. He laughs harder.
"A little old farmer starts cryin' rivers of tears and you become all sympathetic," he says between laughs.
"Shut up!" I snap. He pulls his bandana up to hide the lower part of his face. But I can still hear him chuckling.
"Nexo the Hero. Returning stolen cows to little old farmers," he mutters. That does it.
Whirling around, I whip an arrow out of my quiver, nock it, and draw it back, aiming at him. He freezes in place.
"I said be quiet," I growl.
"Hey, calm down! It was just a joke," he says, backing up a few steps.
"Oh, so your a jester now? Think you're funny, Roger the Rogue Jester?" I snap, acid practically dripping off the words as I spit them out. He puts his hands up in a small gesture of surrender.
"Didn't mean to offend you. I was just joking around," he says, then gestures toward my drawn bow, "you gonna put that away?"
Relaxing, I put the arrow back in the quiver and sling the bow over my shoulder.
He relaxes, then signals a Rogue. The Rogue lights an arrow the same way I did earlier, then fires it into the early morning sky. Time to go.
...And that is Chapter 1 of the Rogue Chronicles, taken straight from an archive on my tablet! So, feedback? Did you love it? Hate it? Anything or anybody you would like to see in the future? Questions? Comments? Please post them and have a wonderful day!
IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: So, I’m pretty busy with life, and school, and stuff, so I’m gonna be averaging out at one Chapter per day with this story! So chapter 2 will be tommorrow, then chapter 3, chapter 4, etc. Thanks for reading and I hope you’re enjoying “The Rogue Chronicles”
Farmer Con finishes eating his breakfast just as the predawn grays begin to filter in through his window. He heard some kind of commotion outside, horns, yelling, even sounds of metal bouncing off the stones of his house. Probably those rotten kids from the mining area again. He stands up and clears his place. He has chores to do. He steps out of his front door, grabbing his pitchfork as he does so, and steps right into a battlefield.
He blinks twice, trying to figure out what's going on. He's not dumb, just a little slow. He knows a battle when he sees one, even if it takes him a little while to figure out it's a battlefield. Seems like those masked men are attacking again. He shrugs. Doesn't bother him. He walks around his small house to his barn, and opens the big heavy doors. His cow and best friend, Milky, greets him with a enthusiastic "Moo".
"Good morning to you too Milky," he says, collecting eggs from the chicken coop, "how are you this fine morning?"
"Moo."
"That's good, that's good. I've got you some breakfast here," he says, grabbing a big bucket and filling it with hay. He places it in Milky's pen, and Milky begins eating. "There's a big battle outside," he says, "don't worry though Milky, they won't hurt you. I won't let them hurt you."
* I am stoked!!! 
* I am stoked!!! 
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