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The Greenthorpe Saga

I was planning on starting this little project again.
Everyone who is interested could post a little chapter, and create an interesting story. There are a few rules though.

#1, i want this to be a serious story, we have had enough WT stories that were a bunch of humour with little storyline.

#2, the first chapter you post should be a chapter to introduce your character, see mine to know what i mean.

#3, Pay attention to what other people have been writing, try to bring locations people use into your story, and pay attention to people's characters, respect people's characters.

#4, Do NOT mess up the storyline.

#5, Try to write something good, and have fun.

Sorry about all of the rules, but i think they are necissary if you want to get a good story going, we'll all have more fun if we pay some respect to eachother and try not to mess things up.


I'll try to post Chapter 1 tonight.



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I'm going to see if we can make this a moderated story, on request of Slayo. Parts of the stories where the general concensus by the other writers is that they are bad or destroy the story will be edited out - not deleted, they will be saved. This is done to ensure the quality of the story which is a community story in which SlaYo means to aim high. You can talk with the other people on how to improve your shut down story part if you want - perhaps it will be allowed back, perhaps not.

It's a harsh measure but a story which the community enjoys can be spoiled by a single post, which is not good.

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I have a feeling that if I post a chapter here I will become the villian.
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That's ok, we need one of those to
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It's not exactly the same.
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No, Tales is anything goes, and doesn't support everyone having a single character for themselves. This is supposed to be serious, more like Admael's "Future of the War Tavern" story which had a name I forgot, and only lasted two pages.
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But Tales is dead, and has a plot so tangled it just isn't funny anymore.
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Let's hope this lasts longer then.
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I'll assume not chapter 1? I'll eagerly prepare chapter 2.
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hah, I guess I'll be going a WT whoring again.

Are we just doing individual chapters or interlinked? I suppose I'll be another baddie considering I could be a true villain in real life.
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But Tales is dead, and has a plot so tangled it just isn't funny anymore.
Of course, nobody's been noticing my frantic attempts to keep it alive, because I thought it could actually go somewhere. *cough*Ducky+Stryker*cough*
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We could first do an individual introduction chapter for our characters, and then let the plots join as we start writing our next chapters.
We will each take turns, lets say that there will be 9 people participating.
I will start (I promise i'll put it up tommorow, i'm almost done, i wanted to make it a bit more detailed then the stuff i usually write) after the other 8 of you are done, i will write the next chapter and so on and so on.
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Turns? eek, that will prolly not last long at all.
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Maybe. This could work, I'll just wait for Slayo to give off settings and whatnot. I probably won't be lead villain, but maybe there doesn't have to be one.
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Is it okay if I use my namesake character for a villian and a new character as a goodguy?
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We will each take turns, lets say that there will be 9 people participating.
What if one person isn't on the JCF for a while, or can't think of anthing to write, or gets bored? Do we skip their turn, or let someone else write for them, or what?
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Rspss, maybe you can use someone from the community who is not writing as a villian, i've made a character about someone of the community with her permission. (Ok, she wanted me to.)
I think that'd be a better idea then to have two characters for yourself, but it's just a suggestion, it's your choice wheter to follow it up or not.
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I guess. I am used to playing both the bad guy and the good guy at the same time (sometimes even with the same character!), but I guess having an outside villian would keep me from getting in uncomfortable positions where somebody else pits my characters against each other.
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I guess. I am used to playing both the bad guy and the good guy at the same time (sometimes even with the same character!), but I guess having an outside villian would keep me from getting in uncomfortable positions where somebody else pits my characters against each other.
To be honest, i think that a character that is the good guy as well as the bad guy at the same time would be a very interesting addition to the story.
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I doubt that would work. In the story where that happened, the good guy turned out to be an imposter who destroyed the universe with careless use of time travel. Unless we have another good guy who is really evil and destructive, I doubt it would work out. And what about my other question?
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What question?
Sorry, i'm working on the story right now not paying to much attention to anything else. I edited it a little to make it a bit shorter then it was before.
I think it's quiet good, who was going to write chapter 2?
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They could always be someone trying to be good, but with a subversive evil side that takes them over without their realising it.
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What if one person isn't on the JCF for a while, or can't think of anthing to write, or gets bored? Do we skip their turn, or let someone else write for them, or what?
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Chapter 1: The watchman.

The once thriving village of Greenthorpe had fallen into despair long ago.
Abandoned factories surrounded it and now stood side by side as iron monuments to days long gone.
Reduced to a rustic village it lay on the edge of the Peddleburg region.
The families that had stayed behind after the depression some two hundred years ago led quiet lives, harvesting crops or taking care of their cattle.
None of them were alive during the days when the charitable Lawrence Greenthorpe still occupied the old mansion just outside of town.
He had always been a warm and kind man and even though none of the villagers had known him in live, they all had a deep respect for him.
The Peddleburg region would be nowhere today if not for the economic boost brought forth by him.
The luxuries in live might not have been as plentiful anymore but the villagers were content with what they had.
There was food on their tables every day and their children had the opportunity to get proper education and room enough to play.
Greenthorpe still had a very attractive town square in which the villagers took great pride.
During the days of warmth the fountain in the central would be turned on. It was a true sight to admire how the water would squirt feet into the air and gracefully trickled down into the round, marble basin below.
Many a romance had laid its foundation on the edge of this basin as the sun slowly set over the town hall with it´s tall bell tower, with 49 feet the highest structure in town.
The town hall had still kept it´s function even though the number of employees was now considerably less then in the days of yore.
Several little shops were located around the square and every morning the delightful buzz of everyday life could be heard as the baker displayed his fresh loaves of bread and the grocer sold fresh fruits and vegetables harvested before on the fields just outside of town.
The town only had a single tavern named ´Hare and there´ and was the center of social life. The place to be on birthdays, wedding parties and the like.
One such wedding celebration was taking place this very evening as two young lovers had vowed to spend their lives together.
The ´Hare and there´ was filled to the brim with rabbits dancing, eating, drinking and singing.
The tables that were pushed against the wall were filled with the most delicious and exotic treats to provide the guests with everything they desired.
In one corner sat four youngsters huddled close together wound up in what seemed a heated conversation.
"I tell you, there is nothing there." A slightly overweight, bespectacled youngster named Markie said quite steadfast.
The girl to his right Lara firmly shook her head.
"I can not believe how anyone can be so naive." She crossed her arms in her trademark fashion.
The boy to her right pulled her ponytails and Lara gave him an angry look.
Tim was slender and the tallest of the four of them. "Watch out of the bogeyman will get you." He laughed and he tried to make a scary face that was more funny than anything else.
He had been making fun of Lara ever since she brought up the 'Specter of Greenthorpe mansion.' A nonsensical tale spread from parent to child about the ghost of Louie Greenthorpe who ate everyone who dared to enter the mansion. Louie was the late son of Lawrence and Audrey Greenthorpe born to them after the completion of the mansion and their permanent settlement in town.
He gave them many happy years until a terrible tragedy befell them and took their only child away from them.
Audrey and Lawrence died shortly afterwards and with them did the flame that kept burned in the heart of the town.
Across from Lara sat her little sister who had been listening to what the others had been saying with big eyes.
She could keep her tears back no longer and cried out for her mother who came rushing at her straight away.
"Have you boys been telling her ghost stories again? Do not think I will not tell your mother this time." The pleading of the boys did not help and they were grounded for the next two week and were to come straight home after school.
In class they had been talking about the mansion and they got excited over the prospect to enter the scary house, as childeren do.
Two weeks later they were playing soccer in the field just outside of town next to the road that led to the mansion.
Markie got tired and took a rest underneath an apple tree looking at the mansion a short distance away.
Tim and he crossed eyes and with a boyish smirk they both got up and ran towards the mansion in silent agreement.

Tim stepped up to the front door after passing the old and creaky gate closely followed by Markie who started to question whether this was such a good idea after all.
He took the doorknob in his hand took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
"There is no such thing as ghosts." Tim whispered to himself.
"No, but if our mom's know we are here, they will kill us." Markie said and he knew he was right. His had told him not to go play near the house a hundred times and would be very upset.
He shuddered and left the thought for what it was as Tim pushed them door open and walked into the great hall ever so slowly, looking back at his friend over his shoulder one more time.
Fear in his eyes and excitement.
Tim gazed in awe at the many things that decorated this hall, paintings covered with the dust of ages. An old grandfather's clock, ticking away the seconds slowly, the once brown rug had now turned slightly yellow and a disgusting smell of urine filled his nose, a vase holding something that had once been flowers, was standing on a wooden table against the staircase that led to the first floor.
An ancient pirate treasure could not have pleased him as much as this old muck, he was in the house all the parents were afraid of. Him and Markie were heroes.
Markie covered up his mouth and nose with the sleeve of his shirt, against the smell but alas it did not have much effect.
A rat quickly made it's way out of the mansion, Markie and Tim got the eerie feeling that they should do the same as a gust of wind blew past them, but something kept them here.
They had come this far and they were not planning on letting the adventure and excitement end here, besides, ghost stories were for babies
A door creaked ahead of them and they quickly looked in the direction it was coming from, pale in the face, little drops of sweat found their way down the soft fur on their backs.
"What was that?' Whimpered Markie, grabbing Tim's wrist and squeezing it a little harder then he intended to.
'"Hey, that hurts." Tim said, getting his grip on reality back."It must have been another rat, look at this place, it looks like one huge rat cemetary."
To the sides of the halls lay small bones and carcasses, yet a path had been swept clean through the middle. As if someone or something still lived here.
"Boohoooo. I'm coming to get you Markie." Tim laughed as his friend stood cowering and looking at the door.
The door had opened just enough for them to have a peek into the next room.
A grand piano with a surprisingly neat stool in front of it stood in the far corner.
Their curiosity got the better of them and they moved closer to the door, inside of the room they could see several beautiful paintings.
There was even one of a royal figure they could recognize as the late king Sazz, Eva's father, above a fireplace that looked like it had not been used for quiet a while.
Tall curtains prevented too much light from falling into the room but a small ray of sunlight fell down on a shiny statue that looked as if it was made out of gold.
"Pirate treasure." Tim mumbled.
Markie, who had re found his courage, slowly pushed the creaking door open but he could feel Tim tugging at his arm.
"Maybe we should not go in there." Tim looked quite nervous to Markie's surprise.
The door was opened but not by Markie. Someone had pulled it open from the inside of the room and the young boys stood face to face with a tall and unhealthy looking rabbit who gave a dry cough as he noticed his two young guests. The two boys screamed at the top of their lungs as they peered into the hollows eyes and ran for it.
Tim almost stumbled over the smelly, yellow carpet as he made his way for the door. Markie jumped off of the marble stairs and rolled through the grass.
"It's alive!" Markie screamed and he cried as his little heart raced in his body.
The purple rabbit scratched his arm and looked after them as they stumbled out of the front gate.

The children arrived at an old tree near the peddleburg creek and sat down, out of breath, Markie a little more then the slender Tim.
Markie sat down on his knees next to the river and put his hands together to make a little cup, he took some of the clear water and rubbed it trough his furry face.
Both of the children did not speak a word to each other for another hour, the sky over their heads was getting darker but they felt safe here, so close to the village.
A woman came walking towards them and they straightened themselves out to look presentable.
In silent agreement they decided it was best if no one ever knew about their endevour. 'They would think we were crazy.' Markie thought to himself.
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Chapter 1: Louie Greenthorpe.

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Chapter 1: The watchman.


Newcomers in town always drew much attention as Marjorie Simms found out while she walked through the square and sat down on the edge of the fountain.
Gossiping neighbors quickly turned their heads away when her eyes found them and pretended to be talking about anything but her.
Majo, as most people called her, was used to this coming from a small village herself. She was born in Orangelia a town to the west with a population of approximately a hundred and fifty inhabitants and started wandering the world at the age of nineteen. Her late father who was a traveling jeweler had left her with a smart sum of money to get her started.
After nineteen years in a quiet town she wanted to see everything there was to see on this world and as a child she had often dreamed of visiting the places her father spoke of.
Majo had spend three years in Earian, the largest city on Carrotus with a population of nine and a half million.
Thanks to her charming looks and her positive attitude in life she had managed to find a decent job as a typist for one of the richer people in town who had provided her with a fancy apartment in Gathorich, the oldest and most luxurious neighborhood in town.
Earian lay by the sea and many people came and went, she was an outgoing person that enjoyed meeting new people and she could listen for hours when someone new would come in to the tavern she visited frequently and told a fantastic tale of hare and beast; and far away lands.
After three years Majo found it was time to move on, she packed all of her belongings and quit her day job to travel, through the lands where she experienced the most fantastic things life had to offer.
Majo saw the sun rise over the mills of Pneum Arlik, bathed in the lake of Farodine which supposedly blessed anyone who entered it and was situated in the most beautiful green valley on the planet.
She toured through the mines of Aroroth and visited the underground castle which, as legend tells, had been home to a mythical creature named Bruhn.
Majo had been on her way to New Carrotus, the capital city and still had a long way to go when she crossed Greenthorpe, a village with a rich history and a majestic mansion long since abandoned that had sparked her interest. She stood up and bought a small bag of golden-colored Talsian pears before heading for it and see which parts of the legend were true.
According to an old hare she had met in a tavern outside of Orleton the village was haunted by a ghost from it's own past often seen through the cracked windows of the mansion.
Majo left the village and made her way down the sandy path when she saw two boys resting in the grass.
"Don't go any further." Markie jumped up and blocked her path.
Majo smiled and decided she'd play along with what was obvious a little game they were playing. "And why would I not continue brave sir?"
She saw the fear in his face and in the face of the child still sitting in the grass and wondered if something else was going on.
"Are you two alright?" Her question remained unanswered for a few moments while the boys wondered if they could trust her.
Tim got up and walked over to Markie. 'She's not from around here, maybe we can tell her.' He whispered in his friends ear.
Markie nodded as he looked over the girl in front of him "There's a ghost in there, miss. We just saw him." He shuddered again at the thought.
Majo smiled and sank through her knees a little to level herself with the faces of the boys. "Tell you what, why don't I go in there to tell him to leave the innocent boys alone from now on."
Tim and Markie looked at each other, there mothers had only told them he eats children so they both figured the young woman had nothing to fear. They nodded in agreement.

Majo walked trough the gate onto the path that led towards the mansion. The door stood open, as if the house was inviting her to come inside.
The gate creaked as she walked down the path. This might have scared the children leading them into believing the place was haunted.
She walked into the hallway and covered her nose with her sleeve, just as Markie had done before her.
Majo took a quick look around. The place was disgusting that was clear, a few dead rats here and there, but certainly no ghosts.
A sound in the room beyond drew her attention and she walked over into the drawing room, the windows let through little sunlight and darkness enveloped most of it.
Her imagination seemed to be running wild since it looked as if a person was sitting in the chair facing the windows.
"Hello, is someone there?" She asked against better judgment.
The person in the chair clutched the arm and leaned over the side to take a look at his visitor.
A tired man with deep, dark eyes stared at her for a moment and then sank back into the chair without speaking a word.
Majo´s heart positively raced in her troath over this other presence in the house and she ran back to the door leading outside, but as she reached it to take one last look she saw that the tired man was still sitting in his armchair facing the window. Piles of books surrounded him, coated in the dust of decades.
Majo slowly walked back. The man might be a traveler like her, he was pale and tired but there was no sign of him being either a ghost or monster.
"Are you alright, sir?" She asked cautiously and her hand touched the back of the chair.
As she gazed down at him another wave of dread ran through her body.
His shirt hang open, buttons ripped off rather violently. His skin as pale as a blanket of virgin snow and his eyes were blank, void of life.
"Sir?" She asked again but the man did not respond, he merely turned his empty eyes towards her and coughed.
Majo looked around the room and noticed one door that stood ajar giving her a look into the bathroom beyond. She ran in there, turned on a rusty old faucet and filled a cup that stood on a shelf underneath the bathroom mirror with water. She ran back to the man and offered him the drink. "Take this sir." He looked like he could use it.
But he held up his hand and politely refused. "Thank you miss, but I am not thirsty for water." His voice was so soft that she could hardly hear him.
He got up out of his chair with what seemed like the weight of the world on his broad shoulders trying to hold him down.
The tired man took a few paces towards her, like an infant who just learned how to walk and fell down on his knees.
"I think we need to see a doctor, sir. You are not well." But the man waved her comments away.
"I will be fine miss, I always am, please take a seat and let me prepare something to eat for you, I must..." He coughed again and sat down on the floor.
Majo walked over to him still holding the glass of water. "Why don't you wait here while I go and get a doctor."
"No!" The man screamed as he managed to get up on his feet again. Majo took a step back color flushed over his body as he screamed but left right away turning him into the weak man he was before.
"Trust me, this has happened before, I'll be fine." Majo took a seat and allowed him a moment to recover, he walked into another room and left her waiting in here.
She drew open the curtains and thousands of particles of dust danced in the sunlight. A frightened spider shot out from behind a vase covered in cobwebs.
Between the two windows hung an old family portrait that caught her attention. A friendly looking man and a beautiful young woman both had a hand on the shoulders of a young boy in the middle that resembled the pale man she had met minutes before. She rubbed the small golden plaque attached to the frame underneath the canvas clean of the filth that had gathered on it and read 'Greenthorpe family portrait. 1242.'
"That makes it over two hundred years old." She mumbled to herself as the sound of footsteps behind her revealed that the tired hare had returned.
To her surprise she noticed that the color had returned to his face and his fur was thicker and softer then it had been before.
He walked up straight and his eyes that had looked so hollow before were so warm and friendly now. "My name is Louie Greenthorpe." He said as he reached out his hand.
"I'm sorry if my appearance before has upset you."
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Chapter 1: The watchman.

"Hello there son." Theodore Crompton waved at his son and his friend Tim who he found sitting by the creek.
Theodore was a tall and muscular man. A large ax rested on his shoulder for he would go into the forest to cut some wood for the oncoming winter.
The winters were very cold up north and he wanted to start early to make sure his family would not grow cold. He walked over to Markie and gave him a pat on the head.
"Hey dad." His hands were a little shaky and he quickly looked away in the direction of the mansion. Tim did the same because he could not face Theodore and keep the secret.
"Is everything alright boys, you look a little bit shaken up." Markie and Tim both revealed the secret of the monster in the Greenthorpe mansion instantly, because keeping secrets is what children do best.
Theodore threw the ax on the floor and grabbed the boys by their hands. "Now what did your mother and I tell you about that house?"
Markie cried "There was a girl, she went in there alone and she still has not returned."
Theodore told the boys to go straight home. If they were to be obedient their punishment would be considerably lighter and the boys ran off.
He picked the ax up of the ground and headed for the mansion to locate the girl.

Majo was full of questions, but the first one she asked was "What just happened?"
The man in front of her fell silent for a while not sure whether to tell her the truth or a simple lie. He could tell this girl was different from the visitors he had received to his home in the past.
For one, she did not have a clue of what was going on. Something his previous guests were quite aware of.
He decided it was best to play stupid and raised his shoulders. "I dozed off for a moment there, I am quiet alright I assure you."
Majo was not satisfied by this answer and pointed at the painting. "Who is that?" Her questions were short just like her patience at this moment.
"If you are referring to the boy in the middle, he was my great grandfather Egedius Greenthorpe." His face did not show any emotion.
It had not shown any emotion since she had arrived here and she could not tell what he was thinking.
She came around to her final question, for the moment at least.
"Why is this place such a mess?" Louie turned around not to face her and answered. "My family abandoned this house a long time ago and moved to a... different place. I simply came back here to check on things."
He turned to face her again with those sad eyes of his. "I am planning on moving back in here."
His answers were as short as her questions, but something about him made her trust him. And she was satisfied for now.
Louie grabbed an old broom from a corner behind a beautiful, old piano and he started sweeping the floor while hanging his head in shame.
"It's alright." She said and she smiled as she put her paw on his. His flesh felt cold and damp. "You've not been here in a while, let me help you."
Majo walked out of the room in search of cleaning utensils and Louie continued his sweeping unaware of the presence of an unwelcome guest.
"What have you done with the girl?" Theodore Crompton had made it's way into the house and faced Louie holding his axe close to his body.
"She is alright, please do not come any closer." Louie spoke in a calm tone. "I have not harmed her, I have never fed off of an innocent..."
He knew in his heart that what he was about to say was not true.
Theodore payed no head to his warning and stepped forward, slightly raising his ax.
"I think it's time we ended the myth of the Greenthorpe monster once and for all." He raised his ax and wanted to hit Louie in the face with it.
But in the blink of an eye Louie had grabbed the shaft of the sharp weapon and pulled it out of Theodore's hands.
He threw it across the room, grabbed Theodore's neck and opened his mouth to bare a pair of fearsome canines. "No, please."
Theodore gasped for breath as Louie sank his teeth into the main arteries in his victim´s neck. Blood forcefully spurted out and Louie drank as much as he could while he dragged him out into a hallways and opened the door to the basement. He stashed Theodore's dead body into a chest that had been used to store coal in for the old boiler.
Louie wiped clean the blood from the corners of his mouth and the tears from his eyes over the horrible act he had just committed and made his way back to the drawing room just before Majo entered with a bucket full of water and a ragged piece of cloth. "Many hands make light work." She smiled at him and he stared back at her.
"We have to leave." He said and made no notion to wait around for her he grabbed a brown jacket and walked out.
As he was halfway down the path leading to the gate she caught up with him and tugged at his arm.
"But you've only just returned to the home of your ancestors. What makes you want to leave?"
"Fair lady..." He started and Majo giggled over the archaic use of words. "I can not explain it to you but I can not ask of you to remain a guest in my house any longer. Please allow me to provide you with other accommodations for the night." He asked her and he gave her a kind nod.
"Why esteemed gentleman." Majo smiled at her own accent and took hold of the arm he offered. "Where to?"
"There is an inn a couple of hours away from here called 'The Green dragon.' It's not much but it should provide a safe haven for a short while." And off they went.

As they followed the flow of Peddleburg creek the evening set in and the chill wind in the air gave Majo goosebums.
Louie took his jacket off and put it around her shoulders, she gave him a smile but his eyes were focused on something in the far distance.
"I'm afraid we have some unpleasent company, but don't be afraid." Majo could see it too, a group of three or four men in the distance coming closer with seemingly unfriendly intentions.
She hid behind Louie as one of them with a toad-like appearance pulled a small blade out from behind his back and pointed it at Louie's adam's apple.
"Your money or your life, sir." He croacked. His long, slimey tongue hang from his mouth as he made a little bow.
"And they say chivalry is dead." Louie hissed and he kicked the toad hard in the crotch. The blade fell down to the ground before the toad did and his three accomplices jumped forward.
He took one out with a hard knock to the side of his face and kicked another in the teeth. The third hesitated to attack, but made up his mind rather quickly when Louie bared his sharp fangs and ran.
"Please, no, no." The toad on the ground cried out, but Louie grabbed a shivering Majo's hand and walked away.
After they had left their assailants behind them Majo pushed his hand away, as if she had regained her own voice and rational thoughts.
"You! You are a vampire." She finally said and the thought seemed even stranger out loud. "And to think I trusted you, you filthy beast." She took a few steps back towards a small ridge near the water.
"Wait, be careful." Louie took a step towards her to prevent her from falling off but it was in vain and she fell backwards and hit her head on a rock.

Majo woke up the next morning with the smell of fresh bread that was standing in a little basket on her night stand in the small room.
She eagerly grabbed it and feasted on the small meal. Her head hurt a little and she felt a bump on the back of her head.
'The vampire.' The thought of him shot through her mind and her fingers moved down to her neck. 'No puncture wounds, good.' She thought.
She took a few more bites of another lump of bread when Louie walked in to the room. She pulled up her sheets over her exposed chest and fell silent.
He had saved her twice and had not bitten her. And he seemed to be far from the persons she heard about in the ghosts stories. The night roamers feasting on innocent people to still their own aching hunger.
Louie sat down on the bed near her legs and looked at the ground. "I know what you must think of me, but I can assure you, it was never my intention to cause you harm."
He got up and walked back to the door. "If you need anything, just ring that bell over your nightstand and I'll be here in no time."
Louie left her to get a few more hours of sleep and sat down at the bar and several thoughts ran through his mind.
"How is the girl?" The proprietor of 'The green dragon' asked him as he washed several glasses clean of the stains people had left on them last night.
It was crowded when they arrived and the owner's wife had tended to Majo at ones and given her the largest room in the inn, right behind the bar.
"She will live, thank you for your concern." The innkeeper nodded and returned to his dishes.
Louie rubbed through his face and looked at the door to Majo's room. 'Don't worry Tobias. I have not forgotten.'
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Last bit of the first chapter.

That's that.
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woah. 3 posts of story. My chapter feels insignificant >:-(.
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Hehe, and to think i deleted a lot because i didn't want to make it to long.
It would've been longer and im not to happy about the scene with Theodore, i shouldn't have said that i would post this tonight to give myself some more time, but alas.
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Hmm, reminds me of Tobias' old thread.
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Glad to see you guys like the story

Looking forward to read the next post.
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Well since no order was established, I'm go write a chapter later on and it doesn't matter, becuase no sequence is establish as of yet >D.

EDIT: Buh, we're all going to need to agree to a plot as well.
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This seems like it'll be a cool idea. I'll try writing chapter 4.
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I call Chapter 5. Risp gets 6th, because he said so. Isn't that right risp?

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Well 7th is done and a bit short, and I can't do battles, so sue me :P.
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So, wait. Who's going to do chapter 3?
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