Faith Kindred

Rameaux: “aristocracy occupancy”

No, I realized I just actually answered my own question. I suppose that’s good, since it kept me from over complicating things.

Arianwen scrambles over edge of bank and comes to sudden halt, staring through the last remnants of the thorn thicket into a rocky valley sloping sharply down into the land at her feet. At the far end of the valley is a 1600’s mansion, fenced in with barbed wire and concrete. A road leads through the valley and to the house, then past the house…[Read more]

Anna: “And keep your ears open for a spring or something; I’m getting desperately thirsty.” *looks up at looming mountain as the whole party starts forward along the swamp edge.*

That’s a good theory. Quite sound, actually. Did you have any thoughts to elaborate on that, @Daeus?

Quinn: *gets a little shakily to his feet* I agree with Lady Arianwen. *looks at compass* We’re not too far off course. It looks like that path leads in the right direction, too.

(Well good! Quinn didn’t have to stay knocked out for too long, then. 😛 )

Arianwen stares at creeping mist, turning slowly white, then takes deep breath and cries “Come away, all of you! There is a path here— leading up from the swamp towards the summit of the mountain. Perhaps if we abandon the swamp we will also leave this… mist behind.”…[Read more]

(Thanks, guys. I’m back. 🙂 )

Quinn: *coughs and sits up, shaking head*

Cool! I’ll definitely have to do this. 🙂

Hey… I may have to do this. Yeah… yeah, I think I will. Thanks for linking it, Daeus! I’ll race you. 😉

Actually, I think that pretty much wraps up Walter, unless you really want to actually write that story.

I think we should switch gears and focus more on philosophy and less on examples. How about we focus on the use of bad heroes and messed up protagonists to make a point. What points are they especially good for making?

Related to that topic,…[Read more]

Right. Now what happens? You tell me. 🙂

‘Kay, sounds good.

Rameaux: *Coughing. Heaves Quinn out of the boat then stumbles on shore himself and collapses on the ground. Continues to cough.*

Okay. Now when Walter carries out the raid on Alex’s family, let’s say he went there himself, though he didn’t do any of the work, and watched them burn the house and kill everyone in it. We can have him standing there watching, and hearing all the screams and shouts and cries for mercy, and maybe turning white and sick inside, but doing nothing…[Read more]

Arianwen: *sigh of relief* “Thank you, my lord.” *boat bumps against shore, Arianwen scrambles out and stumbles up the bank quickly, clutching thorny, clinging vines and keeping wary eyes out for any movement* “Where are we now, Quinn?”
*no answer*
*Arianwen twists to glance over shoulder at boat. Quinn is crumpled up in his seat, unmoving, and…[Read more]

Rameaux: *Glad to have something to take his frustration out on grabs snake by tail and swings it violently against the side of the canoe smashing its head* “Well that’s some gratification. What I’d really like to do though is burry my knife in one of those hairy monsters. That makes two reasons to get to shore.”

Arianwen: *cupping hands to mouth* “Sir! Come around the swamp and meet us on the northeastern shore! Do not— try— to cross— the swamp! As you value your life, come around!”
*turns, grabs hold of hanging vine and pulls canoe closer to shore**huge slithering green snake drops out of tree and writhes over her shoulders, hissing, and glaring…[Read more]

Anna, shuddering as she looks at creature: “If I use the whole charge from my pistol I might be to-” *Monster starts to charge again* *Anna twists the gauge on her pistol to allow the whole charge to shoot at once and shoots at creature* *Monster wallows in mud, smashing against side of boat and almost overturning it before sinking into mud.*…[Read more]