Re: [Mkguild] New Character, and a Story, from flylowdragon

[C. Matthias]

Hey there, Flylow!  What format are you sending 
your story in?  It all came up this hideous chunk of text that is unreadable.

May He bless you and keep you in His grace and love,
Charles Matthias

At 03:03 AM 11/15/2011, flylowdragon wrote:
Below is the first draft of my first story for 
Metamor Keep. It also introduces a new 
character, whom I haven't named yet (currently 
known as <inh>, or <insert name here>!). The 
character is Misha Brightleaf's nephew, and the 
story recounts his spectacular entrance into 
Metamor Keep. I think I need a bit more detail 
in it, yet I hope this is enough to give you an 
idea into what I am trying to do. 
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 718, Christos Reckoning Bang! SNAP! "Why did 
this have to fail now?" Hoping the glider would 
still make it, he kept wrestling with the 
glider, steering it into the... 
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Who might I be talking about? Me, of course, in 
my spectacular entrance (for all the wrong 
reasons) to Metamor Keep. However, I'm getting 
a bit ahead of myself here. Just in case you 
haven't read this before, I am not your average 
person. I'm not even your average mage! I study 
the art of automatons. However, before I reveal 
too much on myself, I will start from where it 
all began for me in my interest in automatons. 
I was a boy living in Marigund, and my mother 
was in the Mage's Guild. She had a brother who 
lived at this place called Metamor Keep, and 
was the first automaton mage in centuries. Put 
simply, I was that eager to get to Metamor Keep 
to become my uncle's apprentice that I would 
sometimes sneak into the Mage Guild Library and 
look for books on automatons. Eventually, I 
finally managed to convince my mother to let me 
go to Metamor, but she did tell me it would 
come at a cost: I would either become an 
animal, a child, or a female. Oh, I just 
realised that I neglected to tell you my name! I 
am <insert name here>, and the uncle IÂ am 
talking about is none other than Sir Misha 
Brightleaf. Anyway, back to my entrance. I had 
managed to hitch a ride on a merchant wagon 
going North to Metamor Keep. And we happened to 
get no trouble from bandits, until we had just 
entered the reach of the curse, which was when 
the bandits struck. 
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The quarterstaff swung round and clobbered 
another bandit on the head, knocking him out. 
Yet they just kept coming. Blocking another 
sword thrust with the staff, the kid looked 
around and saw that the guards were also 
holding their own. However, while he was 
distracted, a bandit thought he could take 
advantage. The thief swung forward. The boy 
jumped back just in time, yet wasn't quite fast 
enough to avoid being scratched in the leg. Now 
jumping backwards to avoid the sword, the boy 
was forced against the merchant cart. Thinking 
quickly, the boy rolled under it and out the 
other side. He then climbed on top of the cart, 
jumped, and landed on the brigand who had been 
fighting him. However, there was immediately 
another bandit there, who thrust his dagger 
forward towards the boy, too quickly for it to 
be blocked. He promptly fell on the ground, 
dead, with an arrow embedded in his back. The 
boy smiled. His uncle had just arrived. A 
fox-morph stepped out of the edge of the 
clearing, with a massive black battle-axe in 
hand. Every single bandit screamed like a 
little girl and simply fled. “Well, looks like 
my reputation precedes me!” Misha stated, 
rather unnecessarily, as every single guard 
just stopped and stared. “That was a little 
too close for comfort Uncle Misha,” <inh> 
said. “Don't blame me, blame Caroline. She's 
the one who fired the arrow.” Caroline 
promptly stepped out of the bushes and whacked 
Misha on the back of the head with her bow. 
“HEY!” “Don't blame me, blame 
Caroline,” was all that came out of the 
otter-morph's mouth in a rather impressive 
impression of Misha. “Aunt Caroline, are you 
any good at any other impressions? That one was 
quite good.” This made all of the guards laugh 
as Caroline started looking more than a little 
bit embarrassed, which turned to groans as <inh> 
added “And it left quite an impression on the 
guards here.” This earnt him a few whacks 
from the other cart guards. 
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It was in the middle of summer at Metamor Keep, 
and Drift wasn't liking it. He might have had 
his ring, yet the sweltering heat wasn't being 
abated fully. Drift had started to realise 
recently that the ring was losing its cooling 
ailities, and so he had committed himself to 
talking to Misha about getting the ring 
recharged, yet he hadn't seen the fox in ages. 
Drift was out walking around the keep, trying to 
find a place to launch his glider from. 
Suddenly, he saw a fox-morph and an otter-morph, 
with what looked like a fourteen year-old 
between them. Drift couldn't help but let out a 
smile. It was good to see an old friend once 
again. As the trio rounded the bend in the 
road, a big samoyed-taur came running up with a 
glider on its back. “Drift! I haven't seen 
you around recently. What have you been up 
to?” Misha exclaimed. “Oh, wait, before 
that, let me introduce you to my nephew, <inh>. 
<inh>, this is Drift, an old friend of mine.” 
“Good to meet you Drift,” said <inh>, 
reaching up to shake the taur's hand. “And you 
to. Misha, your ring is losing its power.” 
“I was wondering what was wrong. You look hot 
enough to be on fire!” Drift shivered at 
that, despite the heat. <inh> was looking at 
the contraption on the samoyed's back, and was 
walking around, taking it in from all angles. 
“Sorry to say, but that isn't going to fly” 
“Why not?” was Drift's indignant reply. 
“It is cracked, and won't be able to hold 
anything without breaking up. In fact...” 
<inh> grabbed a wing and gently lifted it, 
causing it to snap in two. “It won't even 
support its own weight in the air! It's simply 
too fragile.” Drift let out a cry of alarm, 
as the glider snapped, and whipped around to 
keep his glider away from the fiddling hands of 
<inh>. All this succeeded in doing was causing 
his contraption to fall apart completely. 
“Drift, you really need more strength in that 
glider. It just won't hold any weight if it is 
too weak.” “Well, how is it supposed to get 
in the air with that much weight?” “I can 
put rune's of lightness on it, which will 
lighten the glider considerably.” “Oh, well 
then I'd better restart then.” said Drift, 
anger abated. “Sorry about yelling at you, 
<inh>.” “Don't worry. I have been told that 
you have been known to hit people for some 
things!” “Oh, um..” said the now very 
awkward Drift. “Drift, just come by my place 
in a couple of days and I'll have the new ring 
ready for you.” “Yeah, thanks. Well, see you 
all later then!” Walking off, Drift had a 
feeling that Misha's nephew was going to be 
seeing him a whole lot more often. 
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Entering the keep proper, <inh> gasped in awe 
at the range of creatures around him. There were 
that many that his head nearly turned around at 
the sheer number of them. After a short walk, 
they bumped into a raccoon that Misha had seen 
plenty of, yet <inh> hadn't seen at all. 
However, he promptly stepped forward, and, to 
Ricktter's astonishment, introduced himself. 
“Hello Ricktter. I assume you are one of 
Misha's friends?” Ricktter's jaw simply fell 
open. “How can you know that? You aren't 
using magic to accomplish this, so how can 
you?” “Your name inscribed on your pack, 
and the look of recognition on Misha's face. You 
are also going out to meet someone, by the gift 
in your pack, and you are also a mage, because 
you have magic sight, which I know from the 
fact that you mentioned magic in your last 
sentence.” By this point, Ricktter was just 
looking dumbfounded, and even other people were 
stopping and staring at the sight of a 14 year 
old that had just caught Ricktter off-guard. 
“<inh>, I think you have just accomplished 
the impossible.” “Apparently so by all of 
the people just staring. And Kyia is even 
impressed.” Suddenly, a huge explosion 
outside the keep caught everyone by surprise. In 
a flash, everyone was outside, gawking at the 
building that had caught on fire. <inh> spotted 
something, and ran into the burning building. 
“<inh>! COME BACK!” Misha yelled out. 
“Oh, my sister is going to kill me if he is 
harmed. Inside the building, <inh>Â was 
franticly finding his way around, looking for 
some stairs. Finally finding them, he charged 
his way upstairs, and looked around. There, on 
the landing, was a bat-morph that had passed out 
from the smoke. Grabbing her around the waist, 
he hauled her over to a window and pushed her 
through, down onto a cart of hay. Now that she 
had been saved, <inh> ran back downstairs, only 
to find the door he had come in had collapsed. 
Looking around, he saw some barrels in a corner, 
and what looked like a glider in another. He 
promptly grabbed the glider, put it on top of 
the barrels, and set alight the contents of one 
of them, causing a chain reaction of exploding 
barrels, blasting the glider through the roof. 
Finally out of the fire, <inh> calmed down a 
bit, before realising that the glider was on 
fire! Looking around for the closest water 
source, he saw a fountain a short distance 
away, and steered the glider towards it. He was 
right over the top of the fountain, when the 
glider finally gave way. Bang! SNAP! "Why did 
this have to fail now?" Hoping the glider would 
still make it, he kept wrestling with the 
glider, steering it into the fountain with an 
almighty splash. Water was sprayed every, 
including a very worried Misha that was running 
after the runaway glider. He ran up to the edge 
of the fountain just as <inh> came up again, 
coughing and spluttering. After recovering his 
breath enough, <inh> asked “Is the bat 
alright?” Misha just chuckled, and said 
“You just saved Drift's wife from certain 
death. You just became a hero, do you realise? 
Not only that but I think someone wants to talk 
to you.” He stepped away, just as Drift came 
running along, no longer in taur-form. “You 
just saved Alexis?” All he gt in reply was a 
snore as <inh> had fallen fast asleep. “He 
mightn't wake up for a couple of days,” was 
all Misha would say, before carrying his 
sleeping nephew into the keep into his 
apartment. After tucking him in to a makeshift 
bed, Caroline walked in, with a worried look on 
her face. “Will he be alright?” “He should 
be. He just needs a bit of rest. He might even 
wake up after the curse has taken him. But IÂ 
probably should tell Elizabeth about this. She 
will be worried, I know. And I'll probably need 
to make sure no emergencies happen around this 
fella any time soon!” “We'd better go get 
Coe to take a look at him, just to make sure he 
hasn't broken anything.” “We probably 
should. <inh>'ll be asleep for a while.” And 
that is how I made my entrance into Metamor 
Keep. I woke up a few days later in my uncle's 
room, with a cast on my left leg and a model 
glider next to me. Just then, my uncle walked 
in, and he was obviously not meaning to go into 
this room, but he certainly looked pleased to 
see me awake. “How long have I been 
asleep?” was the first thing on my mind. 
“Um, a nearly a week.” was all my uncle 
said, before letting in Drift and the bat-morph 
I saved from the building. “This is Alexis, 
the person you saved, who is also Drift's 
wife.” “Good to meet you,” was all I 
could say before falling asleep again. As I fell 
asleep again, I heard my uncle say “I think 
that he might be a pretty good automaton mage. 
I just hope he doesn't go ahead and get himself 
nearly killed again! His mother wasn't all too 
pleased when she heard about this!” 
________________________________ Well, there it 
is folks. I think it needs a lot more work, and 
just seems a bit vague in some parts. I think I 
might also want to add in that the contents of 
the barrels was Dragon Dust, and hence the 
reason for my question in the forums. 
________________________________ flylow dragon 
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