Right, I am going to attempt to write a short stroy about our Guild. Anyone who wan'ts to be portrayed in it please post your in game name so I can add you in. Basic plot is we are destroying a Roman Column coming through our territory.

I'll be something to the effect of Kaso in game so you can use me.

Kaso it is then. :)

NulliSecundus ;)

I could...what the hell could I do....?

Nulli could be the guy who screams "The Romans are coming! The Romans are coming!"

Xenophon (and for those of you that think its not old fashioned... There was a great general called Xenophon [but it is not the reason I took it] back in those ages... I just don't remember what country he was.

You could portray me as a sage, a offical, or better yet the old man that lives in the gutter. :D

Yeah, count me in. You could use Lhorkan. ;)

Sounds like a great idea BTW.

EDIT: Oh, almost forgot what I could do in the story... Umm, I'll cut them into pieces with my shortsword. :huh:

I could be a old scribe...or sage like Xenophon, I like to be a old something lol.

No, you'll be the FC, and watch from afar. :P

Just Bthizle I guess.

Bout time we get over that Lhork.

Edit Xeno- Agreed, its more then a little old.

I wanna be the first to die. And make it dramatic.

Well none of the actual Brathair members are going to die, how about you just get badly wounded. :D

We would need a guild "medicine man" then. :unsure:

Well I've already typecast Xeno as the druid/wiseman so how about medicine man? :D

I could be a god that appears to some members forseeing the battle....eh eh.

Or you could be Nulli Secundus, the Finance Minister who sits behind the battle complaining about how you're going to pay for all the dead horses.

True, I bought a 8k charger on M&B only to have it crippled next battle :angry:. I agree with Kaso, I walk around *sometimes through the battle* complaining on the cost of everything.

Hehe, you could just wander through the battle with people fighting 3 feet away from you saying "Be careful with that sword! It cost me 20 sesterces!"

Exactly, not to mention the 50 sesterces for that armor and the 30 for the shield....the list goes on, none of you better get injured or killed!

You'll be in there Nulli, for how long depends though. ;)

Thats right!, since the government gets fronted with the bill :P

As for being the Medi man, sure.

Count me in, Goose is fine

Ok, well as I'm working on the assumption that it'll be odds of 10 to 1 we'll be slaughtering around 100 Romans. :D

Goodo, as long as none of you people get damaged or injured I'm all for warfare.

When are you planning on writing this thing, Zelda?

I have the opening few paragraphs all written with the scene set. And I've got the basic idea and plan in my head but revision is a little hectic at the moment. Patience though, it will be done but you can't rush things like this.

Have you given up on righting a story for us, Zelda?

Nope its sitting on my hardrive, just started the main fight sequence. I last left off where you had just beheaded a Roman then reversed your sword to impale the guy behind you.

Its just taking ages with all my exams.

Hmm, "you had just beheaded a Roman then reversed your sword to impale the guy behind you." Suddenly I'm very interested in seeing the whole story. :kaso: :D

:D Now I have to go back and change it so that you have your customary two swords. I knew I'd forgotten something! :lol:

Good luck Zelda, and piece of advice is not to set any deadlines on when to finish your story. I found (when I wrote some of mine) that best stuff I made was when I let my mind drift following any trail of thought (not matter how insane it was).

Lastly have fun, if at any time it feels like a pain then just put on the back burner until you feel like making some more. Its not like your being paid for this :)

Soooooooooo......how's it going, Zelda?

By the way... you can count me in aswell. Mordhak will do.

(How come I never noticed this topic till now?)

It'll be ready when its ready, it may take longer die to associated computer problems and having to retype it from a paper copy. Will do Mordhak.

Edit:
'die' Damn yet another Freudian slip. :rolleyes:

I know what you mean lol, writing can be a real pain in the ass. But it feels good once you finish.

Aye, if I get a chance I'll write some up today, but I have round about 3 other writing commitments and a script due in next week whihc I'm getting paid to do.

Do the getting paid one first, you know I would ;)

I look forward to seeing this when it is down Zelda. Take your time, but not too long since I may write up something along those lines as well... :ph43r:

Well I started writing this story but after about a week I think it sounds all..touchy feely and gay, I'll post it anyway so you can judge it. I have lost intrest in the story and I cant be bothered finishing it.

Mo Traigéide, My Tragedy

The sun rose from the mountians like a sphere of light and hope. As the sun cast it's warmth and light across the reminates of Asarlaí's home he felt a suddon pang of sadness, as he remembered the night before, the night he lost his one true love....

The cold air possessed an unatural bite that morning as the mounted man made his way home. His mount, made a snort of contempt as she crossed the river, the water so cold it chilled the bone. her master wispered reasureance as the water swirled around them, as the river surged to meet their warm bodies.
A spectral fog began to form as the sun crept over the mountians, shrowding the world in bleak grey, like a lonely ghost they continued thier journey along the vally.The birds refused to sing casting the vally in eerie silance. The fog seemed to choke the vally, casting it in a ominous,silent,gray.

They walked on, the scent of smoke reached the horses sensitive nostrils, she stopped abruptly almost throwing the man from his saddle, he too know could smell the overwhelming scent of smoke and as he spured on his mount, she continued forth in a trot.
As they got closer and closer to the smoke's source Asarlaí's anxiety grew, he urged on his mount faster and faster, towards his home. Suddonly the fog parted, like window to the world, Through the window he could see his house smouldering.