...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”
I detest it. Jk, love it like normal.
If you're posting that fast, I CON only imagine the build-up there's going to be by the time I get back.
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."
...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”
I detest it. Jk, love it like normal.
If you're posting that fast, I CON only imagine the build-up there's going to be by the time I get back.
NUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!! Oh, ok! Yes, it will be a CON-tastrophie for you!
We slip away just as quietly as we had come, taking our loot with us. Chickens, hay, money, food, etc. The people of the outer ring will rebuild, and we will come back next month. This is how it is for us. We steal to survive. As a Rogue, there are days you wish it wasn't this way. But it's who we are, and there's no turning back. Another Rogue once told me that the world just isn't ready to accept us into society yet. To them we're outlaws. We're something to be feared. And until the day when we are accepted, we have to act like outlaws.
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"What?!" King Brickman hurls the piece of fruit he was eating at Captain Webby, who shields his face, letting the fruit bounce harmlessly off his arm. "You let them escape?!" Brickman roars.
"W-w-we were losing t-t-too many archers. We had to pull them back, your majesty..." Webby stammers in reply.
"I did not make you Captain of the Royal Guard," Brickman growls, "for your skills at retreating!" Webby flinches at this. "If you fail me again, you will regret it. Now get out of here, before I have you removed!" Webby hurries out of the throne room.
-last edited on May 10, 2018 13:31:43 GMT by Nexo81
Post by Nexo81 on May 10, 2018 13:31:00 GMT
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the Rogues or the Kingdom of CC, deep in the Shadow Lands, dark power was gathering. Shadowy mist began pouring out of the skeletal branches of dead trees, coming together to form a cloud. There was a flash of purple light, and the mist dispersed, leaving behind an old man. He wore a black cloak and a black hat with a pointy top, like that of a wizard, because he was one. In his hand, he held a black iron staff, topped by a purple jewel. Dead vines wrapped around the staff, holding the gem in place. He had a black beard. He opened his red eyes. The Evil Wizard had awoken. The time for his vengeance had come.
Stan wasn't your typical evil wizard. He had grown up the son of a wealthy blacksmith. He had wished to be a knight, but his father sent him to school. Outraged by not getting his way, Stan searched for revenge, burning his family's house down. At school, however, he discovered a class for sorcery and wizardry. In his beginning years, he could only make balls of light appear, then disappear in a flash of light. His classmates, who could do much more, taunted him, nicknaming him "Flash". He was verbally tormented by his peers daily. One day, he discovered a book on Dark Magic behind his teachers desk, and stole it. He quickly learned the ways of Dark Magic, and took revenge on those who tormented him. He reduced the kingdom he had lived in to rubble, and sought to rule the MB's. But the Mod's stopped him, banishing him into the realm of the banned, where he waited for years, trying to find a way out. He finally did, and this time, the Mod's would be powerless to stop him.
Lord Blavier quietly walks through the forest, his brown hair spiked up almost as straight has the spear he carries. He lives out here in the forest, in a small castle. He devotes his time to hunting Rogues, which is what he does best. In fact, he's hunting one right now.
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Maggie hops from one branch to the next, bow in hand, green scarf covering her mouth and nose to hide her identity. She is running from a knight by the name of Lord Blavier, who just also happens to be her worst enemy. He had captured her best friend, SSTO, who was now probably locked in a dungeon somewhere. She is so caught up in her thoughts, she doesn't bother to notice the slick moss on the branch she is about to step on, and slips and falls, frantically grabbing at thin air while crying out in shock.
Suddenly, she is caught by two dragons. Each dragon is about 2 feet long from head to tail, and has a wingspan of about 2 feet. They're about the size of a small dog, or a pig. One is blue, the other is black. They haul her up onto a branch.
"Thanks Titan," she says to the Black one. He perches on her shoulder, head held high in a proud fashion. "You too Skyfire," she says to the blue one. She lets out a chirp of happiness. Skyfire used to belong to SSTO, but now she belonged to Maggie. Tears well up in Maggie's eyes as she thinks of SSTO, locked in a cell somewhere. She squeezes her eyes shut, choking back the tears, then opens them again, satisfied. She draws an arrow out of the quiver on her back and nocks it. Then, she draws it back, waiting for her hunter, who had just become the prey.
Lord Blavier hadn't been ordered to search the woods for Rogues. He chose to do so on his own. The King had granted him permission and even had a castle built for him. Blavier loved the thrill of the hunt. He had already caught that young Rogue girl, SSTO, and locked her away in a cell so deep, the prison itself was practically a forgotten memory. Now he was hunting another Rogue. This one hadn't been as easy. She had heard him coming, avoided his traps, and managed to escape into the trees. But she wasn't alone. She had two dragons helping her. A black one and a blue one. His hand still stung from where the black one had bitten him. He comes to a large tree and looks up. Nothing. But of course, he knows what awaits him when he comes out from behind this tree. The Rogue is probably waiting for him, arrow drawn back, ready to fire as soon as he comes out of cover. Fool, he thinks to himself, as if I haven't seen that trick before... He would wait. He's good at that. He's patient. He would wait.
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Maggie sighs, placing the arrow back into her quiver. She just doesn't get it. She had watched Lord Blavier disappear behind the tree. This tactic works every time. Why hadn't he come out from behind the tree yet. It's not like he could know what she was planning. Could he? The thought worries her. No matter, she has to keep moving. But the second she turns around, she feels a sharp pain in her shoulder. She falls, gasping out in pain. Her head contacts solidly with a thick branch, and everything goes black.
Me and Roger stand outside the Elder's hut, waiting. The Elder is our leader. There are Rogue camps scattered all over the kingdom, all with Elders. Every year, they come together for the Meeting of the Elders, the location of which changes every year. The door to the hut opens, and a young girl, no older than 7 years old, steps out.
"The Elder will see you now," she says. We follow her in, and see the Elder, an old man, dress in a cloak that hides his features, sitting across a small table from another, rather peculiar looking old man. He has a long gray beard, and long gray hair. He wears an old, tattered brown cloak, but does not wear the hood. Instead, a strange, pointy, brown hat sits atop his head. In his right hand, he carries a wooden staff. A wizard. I quickly unsling my bow and nock an arrow, aiming at him. We Rogues were taught never to trust wizards, witches, and other users of dark and mystical arts. They were dangerous. The man sees this action and begins uttering strange words, which seem to surround me, echoing in my ears. My bow grows hot in my hand, and I drop it, yelping in surprise and pain. The words stop. I draw my swords, but the Elder stops me.
"Enough!" he yells with a raspy voice, "put away your weapons, fool! This man is a guest!"
Jk, love it like normal. 
Oh, ok! 
