Reason for Contest:

I need a partner to keep the forums alive when I am training for boxing tournaments or not able to use the Internet

Contest type:

Writing Battle Scenes -

This contest type means exactly what it sounds like, writing a battle scene for a story.

Weapon Type:

There is no weapon type for this contest

Rules:

1. Needs a short pre-story history
2. Needs character descriptions (What they look like, what their wearing, etc.)
3. Needs short character bios
4. Needs a setting
5. Needs to be at least five paragraphs

There is no set date for when this contest ends. Post here to enter.

Lol, you made it pretty hard for some members.I'm not very good at writing stories so count me out.

I don't think i would deserve the position for one...i may just give it a shot and see how well i can do :rolleyes:

Well then post some battle scenes, cause I would love to read it. :)

I've currently been banned from the internet, hence the reason i haven't been here, but i managed to sneak on and enter this. Apologies for the length.

Author's Note: This is actually an extract from one of my novels. The names, story, situation, etc., is copyright of me. If thou steals it, Thou shalt feel my wrath and be impaled on my BigStick™

There was the sound of a flame igniting in the quiet night, and the room filled with light as someone lit the room’s only lantern.
“Long time no see,” a voice greeted him. It was a familiar voice, riddled with satisfaction and malice.
“I’m disappointed, Thirin,” the thief spat, “The memorial service was a month ago and it’s taken you this long to track me down.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, traitor,” the reformant laughed, “I don’t waste all of my resources on tracking you down. Why bother when I know where you are for one day of each month? This month’s meeting was a bit empty, wasn’t it?”
“You’ve got a spy in the Guild, haven’t you?”
“Not a spy, just a man who can’t decide where his loyalties lie. I believe he even told Paocu about the bank job we planned. It doesn’t matter who he betrays, so long as he serves both sides.”
Jolku glared at Thirin. He had been expecting this for a while and then, just as he had thought that they weren’t coming, they had found him.

The reformants had once been a part of the Thieves’ Guild. It was comprised of roughly half of the thieves, all of whom blamed Jolku for the near-destruction of the Guild. The Vigilia investigation, the lives claimed by the Battle of Cresote, the conviction and execution of the Master Thief; the reformants found an incredible hatred for Jolku in these events, and were determined to punish him for them. At a meeting after the Battle of Cresote, Thirin and a few other thieves had tried to win support in their claims against Jolku. They were unsuccessful, so Thirin led his supporters against the Thieves’ Guild. A ruthless battle had ensued between those that did not blame Jolku and those who did. Jolku and his friends emerged victorious and the losers dispersed into the sewers. News came that the thieves that had left had created a new organisation, known as the Reformants. The Reformants were only allied in their common goal; to overthrow the Thieves’ Guild. Their principals, however, were varied. Some shared the wealth with each other, some killed their victims; the Reformants took the concept of Thieving back to the standards of the Ancient Times.

Thirin, leader of the reformants, grinned at him. His face, disguised by the shadow of his hood, portrayed a feeling of incredible glee. He stood and drew his sword.
“You were easy to track down,” he said, “And you still choose inn rooms with easy access.”
As these words passed Thirin’s lips, Jolku saw two thieves climb up onto the balcony and walk into the room. The two of them drew their swords. Jolku backed away, drawing his own sword.
“So you’re just going to kill me?” Jolku spat, “You’re a disgrace to thievery.”
“The only disgrace here is you,” Thirin said, now drawing his own sword and leading the two towards the retreating thief, “Risking the very existence of the Guild, just to go riding off with some elf woman and an admiral. I’ll bet you told him all about the Guild didn’t you?”
“He already knew,” Jolku replied, bumping against the door, “The Master Thief was his brother.”
“Why should we believe you?” Thirin asked, “All you’ve ever said and done has reduced the Guild to the cowardly state that it’s now in. Tonight, we are doing the Guild a favour.”

Jolku gave up waiting for the inevitable. He knew he couldn’t defeat these three at the same time, so the only option was to get out. Very quickly. The window seemed to be the best bet, as he would reach the streets rapidly and could make his way deeper into the city.

He raised his sword and swung it towards Thirin, who masterfully blocked it with his own blade. The reformant on the left brought his blade towards Jolku’s side, but the thief jumped to the right, watching with glee as the sword grazed the reformant leader.

Thirin growled with anger and knocked his ally out of the way, lunging at Jolku. Jolku stepped aside, the blade puncturing his cloak before puncturing the third reformant who had been approaching from behind. In the confusion, Jolku swung his own sword at Thirin’s arm, but the leader was quick to react and parried, sending Jolku’s sword flying across the room.

Without a word of warning, Thirin lunged at the young thief once more. Jolku’s lightning reflexes kicked into action and he leapt backwards, easily avoiding the blade. The thief leapt over the bed and retrieved his sword, rolling to the side as the second reformant’s blade pierced into the floorboards next to him. He leapt up and punched the man in the face, knocking him to the floor. He stepped over the shocked form of the henchman and parried Thirin’s advancing blade. Thirin pushed the two blades closer to Jolku, his eyes burning with fury. Jolku, overwhelmed by the older man’s strength, kicked out at his enemy’s legs, sending him to the floor. He jumped over him, ducking as the second reformant swung his blade at his neck. Jolku stood up fully, ignoring his two enemies and ran through the balcony doors.

The reformants’ ropes were there, hanging down into the street. He leapt at the first rope, swinging his sword at the second and third. They cut cleanly, coiling slightly as they fell to street level. The rope in his hands slid through the grip of his leather gloves and he gracefully slid to the cobbled pavement below. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he gave the rope a hard tug and it went limp in his hands, falling elegantly away from the balcony. Already he could see Thirin and his colleague aiming their bows at him. Spinning on his heels, he ran into an nearby alley, the two arrows ricocheting off the walls either side of him, and he disappeared into the night.

dammit Batch! Now I'm going to have to read the 3rd book! I hate skipping 2nd books.

am odd :blink:

Don't worry, I'm currently hounding DD for book two. Apparrently it will be done by the end of the month....

.....next month.

Actually, this scene isn't from the book that you're thinking of. I'm writing a spin-off series featuring the hero, Jolku, and this is the first battle of the first book. So there. :P

hey, its still got Jolku in it, hasn't it.

I have resisted your book, and am going to concentrate on my one, and drawing stuff for yours. Oh, and gemz thang.

you know i will have to read some of your books, it will give me something to do in my lessons :)
it also allows to to do something the rest of the time when the computers arn't working

hey K, you can read some o'my stuff too

Altho Batch HAS finished one book... :rolleyes: *whistles*

i hought that you have finally fineshed 1 book

now it only all the rest to go

Yeah, you finished Star, didn't you DL4?

besides, my finished book was rubbish, and i'm completely re-writing it

IT SO WAS NOT!!!



jeez, u perfectionist! I didn't finish Star's one, I finished my BeastTamer one and its written not typed :rolleyes:

Which of my books are we on about. I'm not talking about the one with Jolku cos that's not finished.

And you've still finished it, so it's finished isn't it!!!

you would have thought so

Weeell, I'm talking about Project DoM book 1, dunno what you're talking about :P

Now now kiddies, play nicely! :) Even though I'm new, I thought I'd give it a shot. I'm using charcters from my story, although this will NOT be part of it. I apoligise in advance for the spelling mistakes - my computer seems to find it highly amusing to not type all of the keys that I do.... Oh, an I don't write in paragraphs - does that mean I'm disqualified? :P


The three of them were walking down the woodland path.
"If I sudenly came under attack, I'd expect you to come and help me, you do realise that, don't you?"
"Of course Maddy."
"What makes you think that you'll come under attack? We're in the middle of nowhere!" Madeuz eyed him distainfully.
"You know, for the villages leader's son, you're actually pretty thick."
"Well, thats not necassary!" Lathor stumped off the path into the woodland.
"Oh, now look what you've done." Madeuz went to follow him. "Don't worry, I'll go get him. You carry on walking, and I'll meet you somewhere along the path."
"Cheers Marthen."
"No problem." He smiled at her, before walking off into the woods, following Lathor. Madeuz walked along on her own for while, imagining Marthen's smile. She smiled herself. He was quite good looking really, his blue shirt matching his eyes, his dark hair untamed,much like himself. She enjoyed him company.
"I hope you find Lathor alright." It was to no-one in particular, but suddenly, she sensed a change inthe atmosphere. She could here footsteps coming up behind her; a runner. She hoped dearly that it was Lathor and Marthen, but the chill dow her spine told her otherwise. She drew her sword and span round, meeting her attackers blade. Staring into his eyes, she chided him.
"It's rude to sneak up on people, you know that?" To her suprise, he answered back, showing off his blade skills as she deflected every blow.
"I've been told that a sneak attack is the only way to defeat you. That or two on one." They moved backwards across the path, heading towards the woodland.
"No, the only way to defeat me is a two on one sneak attack." She drove him back, awa from the woodland, suspecting more lurking behind the trees. She was right. Another one ran out.
"Souldn't be too difficult then." He ran at her while she was parrying with her first attacker. She dealt attacker number two a sharp smack in the stomach with her stout walking stick she always carried.
"But if you've heard all these things about me, surely you should know I won't give up without a fight?" Both attackers were now coming towards her, swords raised. he smiled a half smile - one of grim determination. I she was going to die, she was going to take the assasins with her.
"Bring it on." They charged her, one going for her feet. She jumped it neatly, landing close to the other, sending him backwards with her sword. The other came up behind her, hoping to kill her from behind.
"I don't think so." Spinning her sword round to face behind, she stabbed backwards, defending herself with her stick. A small gasp told her that she had hit her mark. She brought her sword round to face the front again, suprise on her attackers face.
"Your turn now." He came at her again. Putting up her two weapons in the form of a cross in front of her, she fought off his blow, twiddling her sword in a fancy manouvre. He paused, giving her time to send a blow at his sword hand.
"I love that trick. Dumb fools like you stop to watch the sword, instead of attacking." His reflexes kicked in, and he moved his hand to parry the bow in the nick of time. Maduez cursed under her breath. All she had done was created a gash on his hand. Throwing cauion to the wind, she charged, sword pointed at her adversary. She was suprised when the only reaction he made was a deathly gurgle and slumped to the floor.
"That was easy. Wonder what happened there." She checked to see if there were any more would be killers in the trees. Empty. She bent down, wiping her sword on the dead mans tunic.
"Guess a two on one sneak attack desn't defeat me." There was a pause. "And where were you when I needed help?" She looked up, Marthen and Lathor looking stunned.
"We didn't want to interrupt."
"Yeah, you looked so in control."
"Didn't want to spoil your flow." She sheathed her sword, regarding the pair with a new air. She looked as though she was about to laugh into a full scale rage, screaming at the pair of them about how useless they were, when they had talked about it merely moments before the attack. Instead, she simply said
"Honestly, men!" Before smiling coyly at them and walking off. Marthen and Lathor exchanged looks, unable to believe what had happened.
"Are you two going to stand there all day or are we going to keep moving?"

Very good.

Assuming Lugana, the true god, replies to me, i should be able to pick and reward the winners. Now just because you guys know me, I can't be bribed......that easily.

Hey Batch, isn't that what you are doing??????????

yeah, but i'm not allowed to start another contest untill he gets back to me. The first contest will be exactly the same requirements of this one, but the prize will be different. So we might as well keep these entries!

Ah, I stand corrected. Lugana's PM to me says we have to agree before setting up "a contest with a high prize". Plus, since he's been away for a week, I'll just start anyway.

Let the Contests begin!!

Ah, I stand corrected. Lugana's PM to me says we have to agree before setting up "a contest with a high prize". Plus, since he's been away for a week, I'll just start anyway.

Let the Contests begin!!

what is meant by a "high prize"?

Probably things like making someone a moderator, or admin, or something!

ahhhh, ok, makes sense

K. Well, this topic serves no purpose now.

*With the mighty power of the Awod™, the door to this topic slams shut*