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 Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 1:37 pm
Durning the Dark Ages, many belive that the art of writing was lost to all but the monks, hidden in their sanctuaries. But there was another sanctuary. One much more hidden.
The Writing Guild use to be part of a city that was destoryed in an accident, the details of which were not recorded by the survivors openly. Even now the Writing Guild stands, hidden somewhere in the world. So much is unknown about the origins and past of the Guild that even its members didn't know much about who started it, the town it was started in, and why it continued to exist even after the town dissapeared. They didn't even discover the entire complex that the Guild Members reside in.
This is how they learned more about their Guild - and how much more they haven't discovered. Chapter 1: Some Things Just Don't Work Domerin stood perfectly still in the midday light, facing a squirl searching the ground for nuts. A silver jack was poised on the knuckle on the side of his index finger with his thumb holding it up from behind. He took careful aim, minding not to make the barest. His breath was leaving his lungs. Maybe, after many trials, it would finally work.
When he knew his aim was perfect, his thumb flung all of its streanght against the jack, sending it flying - upwards. It landed with such a loud thud in the top of the tree trunk that it scared quite a few animals out of their senses - including the squirl he was hunting.
"Must of miscalculated," he muttered to himself as he checked to see where the jack stuck. He saw it almost four metres up the tall tree, held in by a single spike. "By a lot."
Sighing heavily, he climbed up the tree to retrive the jack. ((Continue the same chapter.))
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 3:14 pm
Sachi was sitting primly on the edge of her seat by the open window. The sunlight streamed between the wooden panes in glorious golden shafts, falling across the papers sprawled before her on the large, oak desk. With a sigh, she brushed her bangs behind her ear as she tapped her quill lightly to her temple in cluttered thought. How to continue this....
She finally relinquished her efforts and strode to the window. Outside, she spied Domerin practicing his hunting again, but didn't take much notice, as he practiced often. Instead, she turned her attention to the warm day and let the faint breeze tickle her face. As she forgot about her puzzling assignment, she began to hum a lullaby long forgotten by almost all...
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 3:37 pm
Domerin looked around at the sound of humming. He saw Sachi daydreaming (he assumed). He watched her from the top of the tree for a few minutes before turning his attention to the jack just out of his reach. He swung out towards it. He grabbed it - but he also lot his gripping and fell right in front of Sachi's window.
He looked up and flushed slightly. "I need to change the jacks again. Fell trying to get it back."
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 3:54 pm
Sachi blinked in surprise for a moment before she began to chuckle. "Are you alright?" she asked him, voice torn between amusement and concern at his fall.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 4:23 pm
"Yea, great," laughed Domerin slightly, heaving himself up.
He held up the jack in his bloody hand and shurgged.
"Oh, unless I can borrow a bow, we are going to have to eat vegtables again tonight. Also the poetry room cave in will take a month or so to fix."
Although Sachi was the head of the Guild, Domerin was in charge of most of the livlihood jobs such as farming, hunting, building, making their cloathes and any other situation in that area. If it weren't for helpers he wouldn't have enough time for his writing. Even so, dark circles drooped around hus eyes.
There were three sub-heads at the Writing Guild. Domerin as explained above and two others, one of which was the main teacher and the other was the main designer for hunting materials and construction work.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 4:32 pm
"Ouch, that looks bad. Come in," she ushered, pushing the enormous window open wider. "I can fix that wound easily." She scuttled away to an old, wooden chest in the back of the room. Yanking it's hefty lid open, she unearthed a small medical kit. "As for the bow, I have one in the closet that I haven't used in years. Do you think I could try my hand at hunting?" she asked, curious. Sachi was a sucker for trying new things.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 4:43 pm
Domerin stepped slowing in her (in his opinion) vast room. Even this narrow area, however, was only her sleeping quarters and writing desk. Her meeting room was ajacent to here.
"Thank you," he said in response to the offer of help.
He watched Sachi moved to a wooden chest in the back of the room and brought out a small medical kit as she asked if she could attempt the task of hunting.
"Well, you won't learn it one day. The main focus is not aiming but gurilla movement. Learning not to make noise in the forest is no mean feat. But if you want to learn you would be better with some one else who knows how; I'm no teacher."
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 4:56 pm
"I see," she said, slight dissappointment in her voice. "Well, I used to be fairly good at archery, but I haven't done it in at least three years now." She set the small, leather bag on the desk and began to remove the contents. She began working on his hand before continuing happliy. "I don't expect to get anything, but I'll try. And, if I fail miserably, can you still hunt with your hand like this?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 5:13 pm
"Erm, I wasn't exactly hunting. I was testing throwing jacks. They still need work." His voice trailed off.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 5:17 pm
"Hmm. I see," she almost whispered, seeming distracted as she tied the final bandage knot. "There, all done."
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 5:28 pm
"Thank you," Domerin said again.
He stood there for a second before saying, "So, if you can't find aybody to teach you, I'll try tomorrow. Right now I need to attend to the poetry room.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 5:33 pm
"Okay, and thank you," Sachi said, sighing as she knew she had to continue her writing. As she turned away, her thoughts, too, turned to the writer's block still remaining smack in front of her.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 5:40 pm
Domerin paused and walked over to her shoulder.
"Erm, maybe you could do something with Jalye. He seems to just be watching right now."
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 5:43 pm
"Jayle?" Sachi turned to face him. "Where?"
(By the way, who's Jayle? sweatdrop )
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 5:49 pm
((No clue, I was just making up character for a random story your character was writting.))
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