Credit Story contest

[Drama]

here is p1gp3n's entry.. feel free to add your own entry below and I will post a poll for everyone to vote on Friday.

By P1gp3n

As the morning light broke over the trees of the forest just beyond the village of druid, many hands went in motion to shield the many eyes of the young druid warriors who all stood at attention eagerly awaiting the words that would come from the old wise blacksmith thorgrim. "Fear not the forest beyond young ones." the words came clear and strong from the old man. "For fear is the true slayer of men." With this the blacksmith began to race down the ranks of young warriors , eyeing them intently. "We send you all out on this day as a test." Several young warriors restless with anticipation began to stir at the mention of the test of battle, but for most it was the fear the old mad had mentioned that made them stir." A test of will,courage, and cunning!" The words sang through the village like a hammer strike upon an anvil."Now go, face this fear and bring back with you the strength of a thousand fallen enemies!"
In an instant the uniform ranks of warriors broke as they rushed head long into the centaur forest, all but one young warrior who walked slowly toward the trail that lead into the deadly forest. "Do not let the fear slow you my son." The blacksmith spoke to the warrior as he slowly passed him. "fear?" the warrior questioned never once braking his stride. "No sir. There is no place for fear in this heart." the warrior spoke now as he walked into the trail "Haste can kill a man faster than fear." The young fearless warrior soon found himself deep in the forest. The wild beauty all around him was almost enough to make one want to stop and soak it all in, but to do so would be folly,and he knew this. His guard was on high as he traveled along tin twisting path. The trails of the other warriors could be seen as they parted ways exploring. Some went north, some south, but none west.( huh, west it is then, i've always been partial to the west.) the thought brought a tiny chuckle. And west he went Half a days walk sped by as he traveled west untill the forest broke into an open glade. The young druid paused in the cover at the edge of the clearing. His eyes scanned for anything of interest for many long minutes until at last from the far side of the glade a glorious centaur stepped out into the clearing.
Now the warriors mind began to race with battle tactics as his knuckles turned white gripping the short staff his only weapon. Around the edge of the clearing he moved,slowly,quietly reducing the distance between himself and his prey. Several times the beast eyed the edge of the forest in his direction. Each time the warrior froze almost becoming invisible. The warriors plan was set as he neared the edge of a small stream that lead into the glade feeding a small frog pond.
(Water!?) this surely was the reason the beast into the open leaving behind the security of the trees. Hunkesed low to the ground at the point where the stream endured the glade the young druid warrior lay in wait. Slowly the beast worked its way across the glade towards the small pond. The intoxicating smell of water brought him in quickly. The young warrior was in awe as the glorious beast came into full view.
The beasts hide was slick and black, and its humanoid half was a perfect specimen of man, honed from life in this perilous forest of death. Soon the creature was at the waters edge. It cent down in an awkward fargon and began to drink its fill of the cool water. The distance between warrior and prey was perfect, the beast wast totally distracted. The warriors time was perfect, but then the fear that the old man had spoke of played its hand, and the warrior froze. Perfectly.
The warrior did nothing but watch as the beast quenched its thirst,and stood back upright coming to to attention to his surroundings and fully on guard. The warrior had missed his perfect moment as the dear still held him solidly to the ground on his belly like a snake in the grass that he so now resembled. Panic! Not fear was set in upon him, but the warriors's words about haste rang true as his eyes watched the beast now begin to walk into the pond. (What!?) The warriors mind banished his fear with question as he watched the fool beast wade in neck deep into the frog pond. Perfectly. With a roar the glades tranquil silence was shattered as the snake struck from the grass. Before the centaur could open his eyes from whatever day dream had struck his half human mind, the first and only strike of the battle had landed true and perfect to the back of the beasts head. The warrior turned from his head long sprint and strike. He wheeled about muttering the twisted words to the spell of arrows but his words were cut short by by the gruesome destruction he had caused.
The beast lay dead in a perfect death sprawl half floating into the pond half hanging on the ponds edge. From its humanoid head its cap had blasted off its head and landed securely on dry land! (My prize!) the thought ran through the mind of the young powerfull warrior as he strode over and picked the cap and put it on. (A true warrior in the making.) this thought now ran through the warriors mind just before it went black in a flash of white light, from a deadly club strike. The barbarian laughed. And left.

[Drama]

savage's entry

The yearly festival was in full swing. Everyone was enjoying the great feast, the musicians were playing and people were talking and laughing. The druids, Paladins, and Barbarians met once a year to feast. A old man stood up. The musicians stopped there playing as the old druid stood. All those assembled quieted and waited in anticipation as the old man took the stage, for Menolais was the greatest story teller of all the lands.
“Greeting all, I am druid Menolais and I will tell you the story of why we meet here, and how we came to be what we are. The story of the defeat Black Dragon.” The children cheered and the old druid smiled and then he began, “ Over one hundred years ago, our three tribes were not the grand people they are now. We were not so prosperous and we fought amongst our selves. All tribes had great warriors and we were happy in our silly wars. But then, tragedy struck. The greatest dragon of all the lands came to the great mountain and began terrorizing the villages of all three tribes. The great beast was called the Black Dragon and he was the greatest and most dangerous of all dragons. All three tribes sent armies after their great enemy and no one ever returned. The people lived in fear, the wars between them forgotten. When there was no hope left the three tribe leaders met together and decided to send the greatest warrior from each tribe to try to slay the dragon. There were no more armies to send. So with grim determination, the three warriors set out together. There was Katara of the tribe of the forests, people of nature and wisdom. Zorox of the tribe of the plains, people of battle and strength. And, Zion of the tribe of the valleys, people of great cunning and dexterity. At first the three warriors quarreled and couldn’t decide on a plan, but still together they made the treacherous journey to the dragons layer. Along the way they learned to rely on each other’s strengths. The three of them entered the dragons layer with a plan.
The dragon awaited them in his cave. He was huge he took up almost the entire cave. His head was the size of two horses, and his sharp teeth were the size of men. The dragon roared “Armies can not conquer me and yet you think you three can?” Fire bursts from his mouth. Katara held a goblet, Zion had two swords, and Zorox had a huge hammer. They were not afraid.
Zion and Zorox began to fight the dragon. They slashed and dodged as the ferocious beast breathed fired and swiped at them with its mighty claws. The great beast roared fire at Zion he rolled aside, “now” he screamed. Katara threw the contents of her goblet into the dragons mouth and Zorox brought his great hammer down on the dragon’s head. The great black dragon roared once more and collapsed to the ground. The goblet held a potion the Katara had created from herbs of the forest and waters of the streams. It caused deep and eternal sleep.
The dragon had treasure stashed all over the cave system. The warriors all took some for their tribes. They found a hidden room, and in it were great objects of power. There were objects of strength and others of wisdom. Zorox took several objects of strength for he wanted strong warriors, and he became the first of the Barbarians. Katara took objects of wisdom and spells, for she wanted her warriors to have protection and healing and she became the first of the Druids. Zion took objects of strength as well as wisdom he wanted balanced warriors and he became the first Paladin. Returning to their people with the treasure of the dragon and the story of there deeds they were indeed received as heroes. The people we are today, is thanks these three warriors. Every year, we come together to remember what our ancestors did for our people and to remember that only together were the people able to defeat the great Black Dragon who still lies sleeping in his cave.”

[Drama]

ovrmykne's entry

As I sit in my rocking chair and feel the west winds blow that varmit stew scent in the air. I thought I would clear up a few things for you whipper-snappers! Black dragon what black dragon. As a young lad I fought the black dragon in the woods of redemption. Along with me was my faithful buddy lucky mork the one eyed warrior(not sure about the name or lucky part). While traveling through the mystic swamp we heard tales of a monster in mountains ahead. Fearful yet determined we decided to get more information in the near by town of knowitall. There at the horse stable we met a talking pig( with a knife and duck already on the fire) he told us of a secret path through the mist and the song to make allllllll ppppplllll ssssllllooolwwww. Stop that singing pig! Back to our travels.since the journey ahead seemed long and needed supplies. We traded in our mule oddly named sloth....jp it did sound like a good name at the time. Ok so at the shop we found a party. Lots of elves and a few wildgirls dancing to the beats of drrockso and mc master warlock. After trading some dancining frog named shadey we received the map. Short on time and unable to read the map we took our chances and visited lunitics eye care and horse wash. 3 pints and 30 gold later he says go to the wiz he knows all. As we stumble out we bump into stealth who knows the way. As we enter the wiz states. You bad kids get off my lawn and take this lightning strike with you. With lightning in the sky the outcasts see the path on the map to the black dragons cave and the dreamer crystal.

[Drama]

In the hills it began one night. When all the patrons left the bar in fright. Rushing home with cloaks held tight. On the wind the smell of the fight.

[savage]

nice poem. here's a haiku

to fight the good fight
and to die honorably
is the warriors way

[xiaotuanzi]

Great job!