Thinslayer

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The assassin cautiously took Solomon's hand and examined the Mark. The diamond star was longer vertically and shorter horizontally, and embedded deeper and thicker than any normal tattoo. It was indeed genuine.

"That's the Mark all right..." the assassin murmured. His voice was surprisingly young, belonging to a teenager barely breaking into adulthood. He looked at the other assassin, whose feminine voice came out equally young.
"We could be officers," she reminded.
The male assassin looked Solomon in the eye. "I don't wanna be on the wrong side of history, let alone die tonight. Just don't blab to anyone, okay? We could both be hung for this."

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The assassins faltered. For the first time that night, they noticed his hands. The diamond star seemed so obvious now; the way this common courier fended them off with nary a scratch could not have been coincidence. One of the assassins sheathed his sword, stretched out his hand, and motioned for Solomon to approach and show his.

Rose and Amalthea watched with bated breath.
Could this really work?

medieval /fantasy

Nah, the dragon should be the antagonist.

We'll fight for the humans. Not because they're good, kind, decent things, but because it's the right thing to do. Because they don't all deserve what their enemies wish upon them.

Intro Proposal

The King stood upon the balcony, looking on as the dragon destroyed his forces. It was the same dragon he once looked up to, the same one he'd poured out his heart and soul to, the same one who now sought to kill him. How had it come to this? Why must he slay his only true friend in the world, the only creature he'd ever loved and trusted with his life?

I've been a fool, he thought to himself.

Fliers on unicorn pegasi and griffins tangled in the sky with enemy wyvern riders for aerial supremacy. The confused winds pushed and tugged as battlemages slung their deadly elemental bolts at the foreign hordes. The earth shuddered with the impacts. Men and beasts spilt their blood by the thousands upon the green. Every one of them breathed his last so that millions more could breathe again.

On the other side of the field, the great dragon lifted up his head and beheld the King, the only human he'd ever called 'son.' Many times he'd reached out to the man, calling for reconciliation even while the sting of betrayal hung in the air. But the young king wouldn't, couldn't listen.

I've been a fool, the dragon thought to himself.

Legions of orcs threw themselves at the human lines. Thousands of loyal soldiers cried out and silenced, never to be heard again. Their bodies would be discarded without ceremony, and every memory of their existence would be wiped from the common memory. Veterans would sing songs and write poems of how many brave orcs they murdered while widows and orphans wept in the streets.

But I will remember them.

The dragon stepped out to greet the battle.

I will remember, and I will avenge.

The Faraway Land: Resurrection

I need to write something too. :P

medieval /fantasy

Suppose we did, in fact, work for the dragon...

The Faraway Land: Path of Heroes

The Kingdom of Man has conquered the world at last. Elves, orcs, dwarves, all races are brought under the thumb of human overlords. And the domination is miserable. All non-human races have been either killed or made slaves, and the few that are allowed their freedom are burdened with high tribute.

Then, the Guardian appeared.

The twelve ancient Guardians were long thought dead. Once upon a time, they'd saved the world from the dark hordes, but one by one they were hunted down and destroyed by those they sought to protect. Only one of them survived, the fire dragon Caradras. With his near-divine powers and miraculous strength, he rallied most of the surviving non-humans to his side and began a long, bloody campaign of revenge.

What part will you play? Are you the human, disenchanted with the Kingdom and yearning to set things right? Are you a monster, despised and abused, who fights for freedom and the right to live? Whichever path you take, beware, for not all that seems noble is true.

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The princess can be pretty spineless sometimes, but she has her moments. :P

The Faraway Land: Resurrection

@Samdragonx
I can't quite make out your tone from the text whether it's sarcasm or humor.

Ravadon stole the letter from Druth Vanarys, thinking it belonged to the latter. Caradras has just revealed that the letter was intended for Ravadon all along. It is The Letter from the intro.

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The assassin weaved around most of Solomon's jabs, but one connected. One was enough to provide an opening. The jab threw off the assassin's rhythm, giving Solomon the opportunity to line up the shot for the princess.

Meanwhile, Amalthea drew her bow and watched the fight unfold.
It's all my fault, she told herself as the assassin came within a hair's breadth of killing her hero.
It's all my fault, she thought as Solomon retreated step by step toward the bank of the stream.
It's all my fault!

She gritted her teeth. Her muscles tensed. Her grip on the bow wavered. I have to make this count. Solomon and the assassin weaved back and forth on the grass. A jab here, a slice there, then a backstep. Twice they narrowly avoided tripping over roots and rocks in the earth. Amalthea's knuckles whitened. She couldn't make the shot. She'd risk hitting Solomon.

A sudden, but subtle, shift changed the flow of battle. The men stopped weaving around the battlefield. The princess had a clear line of fire.

By the power vested in me, let my aim be true and my shot be deadly.

She let loose the arrow.

The flames of magic propelled it through the neck armor and carotid artery. The assassin dropped like a rock. The two still living got to their feet, swords drawn and itching for revenge, both of them just as skilled as the fallen one. Amalthea nocked another arrow, but the assassins wouldn't fall to the same trick twice. They charged past Solomon and straight for the princess instead. The moonlight glinted their blades.

Their swords cut through air. Their target had darted under their legs. Surprised, they glanced back to see Amalthea grab the fallen assassin's sword and level it at them. In their ignorance, they charged her again. Her eyes flared with newfound strength.

They locked blades with a master swordfighter.

Steel sang like a death bell when Amalthea struck back. She backed away toward Solomon and took a position at his side. "What do you say we keep fighting?"

Rose paled.
Don't do it. Run.

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Posting Saturday afternoon. My vacation for the rest of the year begins! :D

medieval /fantasy

Idk what toptable is

Also, having a hard time coming up with an intro :/

@AcetheKidd

Tabletop = board games & dice-rolling

I'm working on an intro for it too. Try listening to some music done by Thomas Bergersen and Nick Phoenix; their orchestra Two Steps From Hell does some amazing crazy bombastic themes that'll have your intro write itself in no time flat.