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Alright, before we get this show on the road I would like to lay down a few rules and/or guidelines.

#1. Respect everyone else

#2. Stay with the plot

#3. Romance is allowed but there is to be no sex involved

#4. Have fun! ^_^

Your creativity, imagination, and originality are very important for this story. CREATIVITY IS IMPORTANT. If you don't think you have these qualities (everybody I told appears to have more than enough), then I suggest you NOT join this.

The genre I have selected is Fantasy. Since nobody said anything about a preferred topic, I chose. If you are unhappy with this topic, just say so and we will think of something everybody wants/likes.

Currently there is no title for this story. I was hoping that all of us participating could decide or nominate possible names.

Once more, here is the order:
#1. Me
#2. Xiao
#3. DigitalPoison
#4. Shake_Soda
#5. Mr. Infinity

Thank you lots!
Love,
Haelix

Mallus Olkthar was a cruel, vicious human being that delighted in personal gain. A few months ago he had murdered his wife out in the countryside and left her rotting meat to be food for the scavenging animals of the wild kingdom. Just a week ago he had raped and killed three women, earning himself a price.

There was nothing good about this man, nothing at all, other than the fact that he was a fantastic swordsman...an excellent warrior. He was a fearsome man; built of muscle and hardened flesh, standing 6'3, short black hair with a small mustache and beard, a tanned complexion, and dark, brown eyes that could burn holes into the soul of another.

Mallus's torso and parts of his arms and legs were covered with plated armor and a very thin layer of chain mail that covered all but his neck and head. Under these two layers of protection he wore rough leather clothing. His enormous b*****d sword always remained with him, hidden away in a leathery sheath strapped to his back, grayish cloak thrown over his body.

No one could wield this sword except for Mallus, for he had been bound to the blade by spirit, blood, and flesh. One who decided to attempt to wield his sword suffered immense internal pain that would cease only after the sword was released. No amount of pain could take Mallus to the ground either. 'Twas as if he was made of pure iron.

So he entered the village of Olgastrad, hood thrown over his head to keep himself from being recognized, stepping softly, boots crushing the dampened grass underneath, dampened because of the rains earlier that day. The skies were darkening and a sliver of the moon's bright, pale light streaked through a crack in the clouds above. He smiled as he approached the inn. Rest was something he needed, and food as well. A good warm bed and hot meal would help him recover from his endless hours of traveling.

Mallus's Prescence That Night Would Change Olgastrad Forever. For There Was A Young Maiden Who Would Soon Fall In Love With Him, Only To Receive Heartbreak In Return. But That Will Unfold As We Go On. The Town Was Silent That Night, And So Was The Inn. Not Many People Had Checked In That Day. Kiala Was Frighttened At The Size Of The Man Coming In The Door, She Did Not Know What To Expect.
"Food, Water, And A Bed For The Night Is All I Will Be Needing" Mallus Rather Arrogantly Told Kiala.
"Than That Is What You Shall Have Sir" She Replied.

In a nearby room, shadows danced on the whitewashed walls as the small candle in the room flickered. The small flame threw precious little light on the five men who sat in meeting there, their features made indiscernable from one another in the dim yellow-gold light.

"Are you sure such bold action is necessary?" Whispered one of them, his wide shoulders and deep tone naming him the village's head mason.

"It's been 17 years now hasn't it?" asked the grizzled blacksmith. "I know the legend as well as anyone else, the Gray Witch will be coming for her daughter any time now."

"And if we don't take the iniciative," came the gruff whisperings of the inn's owner, "She'll come down here and who knows what she'll do to the village!"

The men sat in silence for a moment. Gavan the Fletcher sat back in his seat for a moment to think. He was the youngest on the council, but as a maker of bows and arrows and an expirienced woodsman, it was decided that he should take part. Besides, he had been one of the only ones to survive after sighting the Gray Witch's abode in a distant wood. It had left his brown, shoulder length hair with a patch of white, and a nasty scar over his left eye, but he had survived and that was all that mattered.

"What says the man who's seen her?" the mayor turned to face Gavan, his heavy-set face grim.

The group eyed each other, their eyes showing the fear that dwelled inside them. "...Fine," said the mayor at last, his voice hinting a bit of exhaustion.

Bramose stood up, and slamed his hand on the table. "THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! WHY-" The mayor cut him off. "Sit down Bramose!....I too do not like the idea....but Gavan is right. It is the only choice we have, without killing an innocent life." Bramose sat down, hands clenched.

Gavan, still smiling, got up from the table. "Well, gentlemen, please excuse me. I feel quite tired, and I think I shall go off to bed." He turned and left the room, and the men who still sat around the table sat in silence, thinking their own thoughts.