A Living Story...
 

OOC: Ok, I'm a little nervous about making this topic so bare with me. It's not an RP, this is something diferent and if it bombs and goes the way of dead topic so be it.

Here's the idea, I'm going to write the first paragraph of a story, the next poster continues the story however they chose, then the next poster continues from the previous one. Use the previous persons characters, add new ones and have fun. I just want to see where the story goes as it passes from hand to hand, style to style, so I'll try to create a generic begining.

Some ground rules I guess. If you post twice in this topic, try to post at least 2 posts from your last one, I would prefer the story not bounce between two people only. And keep OOC coments to a minimum. If you want to add to the story, you don't need to say it, just do it.

edit: It would be preferable to have each section in complete paragraphs and don't forget to check over your posts for grammar and spelling mistakes.

IC:

And so it begins....

The scent of filth and disease lay heavy in the air as Derkin pushes his way through the crowded streets. He wraps a scented cloth over his nose pushing people out of the way roughly. Each time someone bumps into him he sneers, resisting the impulse to reach for his weapons. If it were up to him, he would have been out of the city by now, but there was something he needed before leaving and according to his sources, this was the only place to get it. Stopping in front of a decrepit building he paused, running his eyes over the vagrants along its walls for any signs of a threat. Their number make his wary, but wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible he approaches the front door and knocks on it.

Derkin heard a muffled, "come in", so he entered the unknown building. A foul stench came over him as he walked down a silent hallway. Green smoke was billowing above him, making it hard to see his own hand, let alone where he was going. The hallway led to a set a stairs, each step squeaked like so many vermin as he cautiously stepped upwards. At the top of the stairs was a door made entirely of cold iron, although something had changed the color and bent its shape. Derkin sensed that whatever was behind the door was something he could never walk away from if he went through. He knocked at the door, dust flew from his fist, and noise echoed in the green smoke for several seconds. There was no answer this time, but Derkin stepped in anyway.

"Well, well, well," said the man behind the desk, his face in shadow "You've finally seen fit to show your face around here." The green smoke billowed out of a vast pipe the man held between his teeth, filled with god knows what. "I know what you're after, but its going to cost you."

Derkin gave the man a glare that would make most people lose control of their bowels as he freed a large, heavy pouch from his belt and tossed it at him. Derkin silently watched as the man began examining the contents of the bag, giggleing gleefully like a child would while opening a birthday gift. Laughter was quickly replaced by blood curdleing screams as the man suddenly realized that something inside the pouch had bitten him.

"Well, well, well." Derkin said as he gave out a small chuckle."That's a Hrudian whiplash. You should be parylized in a few minutes and dead in a few hours." Derkin went forward and grapped the sack of now only money from the table. "Now give me what I came for" Derkin pulled out a knife, "Or else."

The sound of running feet could be heard from outside and the leader of these putrid men smiled sickly. Turning lazily Derkin locked the door and lowered the brace across it. There was a dull thud, then the screams of the guards. He now had all the time he needed.

"Well?", whispered Derkin, brandishing the knife once more.

"That's the only way out of here. You're trapped and I, if what you say has any truth to it, am dead anyway. Why should I help you now?", the leader spat. Sweat was beading on his forehead and he seemed to be getting pale and green; most likely from more then just the venom.

Derkin crossed the room and moving faster then the man could react, held his hand down on the desk and cut off one of his fingers. The vagrants scream filled the room and he pulled away blood spurting onto the desk.

"I would say that you're going to help me because you have 9 more fingers", Derkin chuckled, "and you actually expect me to believe you installed a door in this dump strong enough to hold back an army, and being the rat you are, didn't make a hole for your escape?"

"Now, I'll ask again nicely. Give me what I came for."

the man kept looking at the space that once held a finger and while one the verge of screaming again he points to a rusty tool kit at the corner of the room that held the initials D.R. possibly the only part of the box not rusty.
Derkin shoves the man to a corner and moves towards the box,stoops and opens it...

"Ah yes...this is it." Derkin said quietly as a maniacle grin began to spread across his face. The box was completely empty except for a small pouch and a blade about 7 inches long. Derkin took a moment to admire the blade, gazing upon the ancient runes that seemed to almost call out to him, wanting to be held. He knew better however, and decided that until he found the correct hilt he would not wield such a dangerous weapon.

"Get the ram!" he heard the men outside yelling. "Ok Dirtbag, how do i get out of here?" Derkin said as he drew a small amount of blood with his knife on the mans finger. With his remaining index finger, the man pointed to a statue of a man with a great longsword."T-take out the sword."

Derkin looked at man with fierce eyes and decided that the man should have the honours. The man seemed hestitant to do it but Derkin flashed his blade to give the an a reminder of what would happen if he didn't comply. The man moved to the statue and 'instead of removing the sword he removed the sheild after which a small concealed passage opened up. After this Derkin held the man and said" You lying bastard!' after which he pushes the man through the passage to only the man knew where.. after which he follows..