I am writing a book.

[Bilbo Baggins]

My book is a medevial fiction, So far its going great I've got a good amount finished. I've have had certain people read what I have so far and they love it they told me they got hooked on the first few pages.

[Guest Mako109]

>wrighting

 

Boy, am I going to love to see this.

 

On a more serious note, good luck with your book. I'm an aspiring writer myself, so I'd love to give the first page or two a read.

[Cin]

It may also be a good idea to use those people to spell check/grammar check since you spelt writing wrong. Still a useful source. I wish you luck with your book.

[gimmepie]

I've tried writing so many times before but always get bored after 3 chapters and scrap the project, I admire your perseverance. You should probably get these readers to edit and look for mistakes due to the whole "writing" thing. Good luck with your book I'm looking forward to reading it one day.

[Guest ~Spike~]

U show us in Creative Writing section? plz?

[Guest Archbaron Barthandelus]

Hmmm. Intresting, a goal I shared, and actually managed. Kinda. I mean I've drafted it all the way through, but haven't gotten any further. Alas I digress.

 

Also, if you need someone to read it for historical acuracies to a degree, then feel free to ask. I don't know everything, but I can at least tell you if you are a long long way off.

 

But yes, good luck and all that.

[Bilbo Baggins]

U show us in Creative Writing section? plz?

It's fine right here because I am wrighting a book and that falls under the classification of literature.

[gimmepie]

I think spike meant so we can read it.

[Guest ~Spike~]

It's fine right here because I am wrighting a book and that falls under the classification of literature.

I meant so we can read it....xD

[Teaching dragon]

I'm writing a little book my self

[Bilbo Baggins]

I meant so we can read it....xD

Oh I feel like an idiot. You want me to post what I have so far or what? I mean I've been Writing it for a few weeks it's no where near complete. There are probably a few errors I haven't seen. If I do choose to post it in creative writing I am going to make it a bit longer and edit it a little bit, hope you understand.

[Guest ~Spike~]

Just post chapter by chapter. Just like ebberyone else :D

[Bilbo Baggins]

K let me edit it a bit first.

[Tentacruel]

I've spelled writing incorrectly in the past as well. :P

[Vinyl]

I only ever write one-shots and shorts, since I tend to just scrap stories halfway through when I realise nothing makes sense anymore. Depending on the period of history you're writing this for, I could help you with anachronisms and stuff; I'm pretty good with the Dark Ages.

[?someone?]

Good for you. I think it's a good idea to put it on here for criticism etc., as there seems to be some good writers here.

[Bilbo Baggins]

thank you for your supporting me.

[Bilbo Baggins]

I'm kind of dead in the water with the book I'm trying to get back to writing but I having problems may not be ready for a long time.

[Iam Isthename]

^^ Just don't give up...I want to read your story :D

[Bilbo Baggins]

The Days of Kings

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Prologue

Many years ago in the great land Mortethel the Evil Lord named Barthon and his allies, The shadow lord Syrinus, and The lord of death Darithorn commanded there army’s to crush the outside world with no mercy to anyone. Barthonal’s army was made up of many orcs and goblins and other dark creatures, Syrinus’s army consisted of dark men and Ark angels, Darithorn’s army consisted of the undead. Many small bands of Elves, Humans, Dwarfs, Mages, and other powerful creatures waged war against the dark army’s. 3 years later the forces of good grew strong and fought against The United Lords of Darkness’s armies, the battle lasted 8 months but finally the dark forces of the shadow realm retreated back to the shadow lands an evil and eerie place that had a fowl stench. The forces of good would not have prevailed if they had not been led by such great heroes; the great king over humans Borel from the kingdom Fitillian the greatest kingdom of the humans. The victory also belonged to the Elven prince Galioth from the kingdom deep in Alios, and the champion of the Dwarfs Vros who dwells deep in the ancient mountains, cliffs, and quarries. The dark rulers remained behind there evil fortress with what remained of their army’s preparing for their next opportunity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1

In the small village of Variel there is a small inn and that inn contains a cloaked man sitting next to the fire place gazing into the dancing flame. The bar of the inn was full of merry men who were dinking, eating, smoking, singing songs, and laughing. The cloaked man did none of these things he did not have time to be involved in such nonsense. The man had a thin beard and black hair that ran down to the middle of his neck he wore a grey cloak and ripped black robes; at his belt he had a long sheathed steel sword. The civilians in bar did not notice the cloak man was there nor did they know that he was being hunted by evil. Suddenly the front door open and an eerie chill hit the air two dark iron plated figures walk in heavily armed the cloaked man took a look over at the two figures they were talking to the inn keeper.

The inn keeper shaking in fear turned around and pointed at the cloaked man the two figures looked in the pointed direction then there eyes widened and they slowly walked toward him. The man got up as the figures drew there sword and stopped, blocking the exit, the room went silent everyone stared at the confrontation. the man ran up the stairs with great speed and burst in the first room he saw startling the occupants of the room a man and an elf he shut the door leaned against it and drew his sword. Before the elf could speak he was stopped by the sound of metal boots walking against the wooden floor. The footsteps past and the cloaked man sheathed his sword and turn toward the two. The cloaked man thanked them and apologized.

“My name is Trendill” said the cloaked man.

“Well I wish to know what was perusing you.”

“A dark evil “, said Trendill. With that said he jumped out the window.

He walk to the stables to retrieve his horse but he staid hidden in the shadows. When Trendill arrived at the stables he leaped on his horse and road onto the forest trail. The forest was very quiet and peaceful Trendill wished the rest of the world could be this peaceful and he though may be some day but that day was far from in the future. As Trendill rode he looked through his Coin purse that he always had securely fastened to his belt, he counted his gold pieces one at a time. He had only enough to last another two days so the next town he came upon he decided to earn some money.

When he arrived in town he went to the stable and tied up his horse then walked to the inn. When he found the inn keeper he asked him

“Do you know of anyone how would pay for my labors or buy my wares?”

“There’s a merchant down the road and a man in a barn to the east who has been complaining about a group of ruffians scaring away his flock of sheep.” said the keeper.

“Thank you I think I will start at the merchant, I will be back to rent a room for a few days.” said Trendill.

Trendill walk out of the inn and he saw a crowd in the street and walked over to investigate. He pushed through the crowd and found two men wielding swords fighting. Trendill drew his sword and jumped between the two men. With a quick motion Trendill grab the sword from the man on the right and kicked him over then he blocked a strike from the man on the left and disarmed him and swept his legs with the handle of one of the swords.

“You two should not be fighting” said Trendill “you should treat each other as brothers.

“That scum burned my crops” said the man on the right.

“I’ve have done no such thing that swine killed my horse. “, said the man on the left.

“I didn’t touch your horse” challenged the man on the right.

Trendill was confused and wonder if there was another force at work here, but at that moment they heard the running of small slimy feet down the road and everyone looked up. A small force of goblins came charging down the road weapons in hand. Trendill threw the swords he confiscates from the two men on the ground next to them.

“I’ll imagine there to blame for your troubles.” said Trendill “Quick get up with you swords.”

Trendill drew his longbow and nocked an arrow to the string came to full draw and fired into the goblin force. The crowed who was watch the two men fight screamed and fled in to any building they could find. A loud scream of pain from the unfortunate goblin that Trendill’s arrow had pierced echo in the town Trendill put his longbow over his shoulder and prepare to use his sword. The goblins were almost upon the three men.

“We must not let them pass.”, Yelled Trendill.

Then the goblin force met the blades of the three men. It was complete chaos the goblin coward in fear as they were cut down one at a time. The remaining goblin force fled back into up the road into the forest as they heard the screams of many of their comrades echoing in their ears. After the small skirmish and finished Trendill asked the two men for their names one was called Orme and the other was called Warren.

“I thank Warren and Orme for your assistance in vanquishing the goblins.” Said Trendill

“We should be thanking you without you they would have broken through and caused all sorts of mischief.” Said Warren

“Yes we have tried many times to convince the town to pay for arms to defend their home but they think they are safe and do not heed such advice.” Said Orme

“Say you look like a man that takes part in many quests and adventures and acquires a good deal of weapons.” Said Warren

“You are very observant, and yes I do acquire many weapons.” Said Trendill

“Would you be interested in selling some of your wares to us so we may arm the town though we cannot you a lot but we will give reasonable prices?” Said Orme

“I do require a heavier purse I accept your offer follow me to the stable the wares I taken from past adventures are tied to my sattle.” Said Trendill

When they reached the stables Trendill untied a blanket that was wrapped around many swords maces knifes one handed axes and clubs.

“These swords are sharp and well balanced.” Said Warren

“And these axe blade could cleave a trolls hide how much do you ask for such weapons.” Said Orme

“40 silver pieces” said Trendill.

“That is not near enough for such a collection of greatness, I propose 30 gold pieces for I would feel a thief for any less.” Said Warren

“That would fill my stomach for many months, Deal.” said Trendill.

Trendill and Orme shook hands and exchanged the weapons for the money.

Trendill stayed in the town for another two days then left head to the south which led to a larger village that had large battlements to defend it. Trendill began to approach the gate when a voice stopped him it was a guard.

“What business do you have here?” asked the guard

“I need a place to stay for the night.” Said Trendill

“You find any hospitality here, move on.” Said the guard

“Reluctantly Trendill rode away, He made camp a ways away from the walls of the town. Late in the night Trendill finally fell asleep.” The next morning he woke, still dazed by the night he slipped his boots on, put on his cloak and hood, grabbed his bow and quiver, and walk out into the woods to hunt. He returned later that morning with a set of rabbits. As the water for his stew was boiling he decides that he would walk back the gate of the town. When Trendill arrived at the gate he noticed it was not guarded, thinking nothing of it entered. The town was quiet and empty; Trendill spotted a tavern and headed towards it as he entered he felt something was very wrong, nobody was there.

“Well that’s strange” He thought to himself. He walked down the street of the town.

Hello! Is anyone there? He yelled there was no answer, Trendill decided that maybe he should look around a bit. He walked in a small cabin where he found everything over turned, there had been a struggle. He checks the signs of the struggle, “This happened quiet recently.” he said to himself then he saw the blood, Trendill walked over to the red liquid as he dipped his finger in it he heard a noise he spun around drawing his sword. There was nothing there, he turned back to the blood “man blood” he thought. He stepped outside and began to head for the southern gate but he stopped, in the middle of the road was a large puddle of blood. He knelt down beside it. “Trolls?” he said puzzled. Trolls were not known to be in this region. Just then he heard the heavy footsteps of a Troll, It was right behind him.

He still had his sword out; he turned around slowly and faced the large creature. Trendill had never seen a troll before and he understood why all those men he had talked to who had come across one had become frozen with fear even when they mentioned the event. The troll was tall and fat, its skin was thick and leathery its eyes black with red pupils its teeth were sharp and jagged. The beast roared and began charging Trendill, at the last second Trendill leaped to the side. He landed on his back to the right of him was large javelin, Trendill picked up the javelin and sprang to his feet, the troll had no idea Trendill had jumped to the side the big brute continued his charge in tell he came in contact with a large stone wall cracking the wall the troll crash and fell over with a Boom! Trendill took the opportunity to climb on the beast’s large heaving chest. Trendill jabbed the beast in the throat, the troll let out a short cry then grabbed Trendill by the leg and threw him into the side of a building. Trendill took a minute to get back up, as he did the troll recovered from the stinging pain.

Okay I will post it hear and I will post it in the creative writing section. This is all I have so far and I will edit it.

[Guest Hatcher]

Terrible, next?