Warrior93
08-17-2005, 11:43 PM
Here is my story/Fan Fiction, give some hints if you like....
Chapter 1
Night had fallen over Bree and no sights of evil were sensed...yet. Belthazar was lounging about, as usual, in the Prancing Pony. Barliman Butterbur had just poured him a cup of ale and gave him a loaf of fresh baked bread. His job as a bouncer was a difficult one, most of the time the men were so drunk and so fat, it took a while to throw them out. Belthazar's bow was sprawled across the table along with his sheathed elven courtsword."Oi! Belthazar! You got a man here to see yeh!" Butterbur said with a raspy wheeze. Betlhazar slowly picked up his weapons and strapped them tightly across his back, his shoes were peeling from the sides as he walked. There stood a figure in black, the black hood that covered them didn't show onepiece of flesh." And who might you be?" He asked, a female voice then spoke softly."My name is of no concern, tho you shall know it soon, it is part of your destiny."Destiny?" He said, while he was pondering what she said, she passed him a bark scroll with a seal in the shape of a lion. "This is your destiny." And with that, she was gone.
Belthazar couldn't sleep that night, the seal would not break. He tried to slice it off but it dented the arrowhead. He then flopped on the Inn's bed, from a distance he saw a bright light on the side of the scroll. He put in the arrowhead and the seal popped off. A loud voice then echoed the room:
The white-headed have returned, with them a Spinner.
Ashes and dust will befall the white tower.
A hero shall rise from the mist., and save us all.
Though he shall need help from a miner, a immortal, and a turned white head.
The chosen will rise and save the sunrise.......
The voice then died away and left Belthazar speechless.
Chapter 1
Night had fallen over Bree and no sights of evil were sensed...yet. Belthazar was lounging about, as usual, in the Prancing Pony. Barliman Butterbur had just poured him a cup of ale and gave him a loaf of fresh baked bread. His job as a bouncer was a difficult one, most of the time the men were so drunk and so fat, it took a while to throw them out. Belthazar's bow was sprawled across the table along with his sheathed elven courtsword."Oi! Belthazar! You got a man here to see yeh!" Butterbur said with a raspy wheeze. Betlhazar slowly picked up his weapons and strapped them tightly across his back, his shoes were peeling from the sides as he walked. There stood a figure in black, the black hood that covered them didn't show onepiece of flesh." And who might you be?" He asked, a female voice then spoke softly."My name is of no concern, tho you shall know it soon, it is part of your destiny."Destiny?" He said, while he was pondering what she said, she passed him a bark scroll with a seal in the shape of a lion. "This is your destiny." And with that, she was gone.
Belthazar couldn't sleep that night, the seal would not break. He tried to slice it off but it dented the arrowhead. He then flopped on the Inn's bed, from a distance he saw a bright light on the side of the scroll. He put in the arrowhead and the seal popped off. A loud voice then echoed the room:
The white-headed have returned, with them a Spinner.
Ashes and dust will befall the white tower.
A hero shall rise from the mist., and save us all.
Though he shall need help from a miner, a immortal, and a turned white head.
The chosen will rise and save the sunrise.......
The voice then died away and left Belthazar speechless.