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"Aye, ye' can come along. Bu' I don't think tha' Jerod bloke wants to, ye' can try speaking to him but he won' listen to me." Braden said, softly, so that Jerod didn't overhear him. He arose from his stool and prodded the bard in the side then nodded at Jerod. Then he sat at the other end of the bar and ordered another ale, while the bard spoke in a hushed voice with Jerod.

Braden quickly followed him. He reached the stairs and began the tedious climb downwards, his leg gave way half way down and he tumbled to the bottom. He picked himself up and brushed dust from his shirt. "Master Jerod, are ye' headin' fer' Korivan? If ye' are, then I'll come with and assist ye' in any way I can. These mercenaries seem like they wan' ye' dead. Besides, I be needin' to get there anyway an' could do with some help meself." Braden uttered, rather quickly, the words flew out of his mouth and all sounded a bit confusing. Braden stepped forward and tried to look tall and proud. He gave an awkward smile to Jerod, then noticed the scorn that Jerod was giving him. His face fell and he stared back, awaiting an answer...

He rated your signature (like you asked in your title and in a nicer way than I would've) and you couldn't take it. I swear, you people disgust me, just leave and don't come back... Ever. By the way, Nadril's work is much better than that, try and find the blend option next time.

Being told my girlfriend was going to finish things with me. Then knowing I'd have to face her, she tried to act normal because she thought I hadn't been told (she'd told all her friends and one of mine about 2 weeks before). I ignored her and felt really bad all day, then I 'spoke' to her about it. When I say 'spoke', I actually mean I attempted to speak but nearly threw up. She told me it was over, didn't really give me a proper reason. I went home and cried for a few hours. Two days of Hell followed after, whereby I was told everything about her already having told her friends. But they're seperate days so I've kind of gone off the mark a bit. Yeah, so, that was possibly the worst day of my life that I can think of. I've probably had worse but that's the most recent and is still fresh in my memory. Was a very bad day for me. I now think differently of many of my 'friends'. Meh, I seem to be doing fine nowadays though. :P

Braden hurried towards the stairs, he began to climb them. This task would have been alot easier, if he wasn't injured. He kicked aside, what was left of, the crossbowman's head. He reached the top of the stairs and hobbled down the corridor, he opened every door as he went, peering inside each to check for the man that he presumed to be called 'Jerod'. He looked inside the last door, on the right, and noticed the man's archery gear. He stepped inside and whispered, "Mr Jerod?" His voice grew steadily louder as he spoke, "Mr Jerod! There were two men downstairs for ye'. They attacked us and we killed 'em, 'ope they weren' friends of yers'. Mr Jerod? MR JEROD!" He then moved towards the man in the bed and poked him in the ribs.

"'e was a tidy bloke, I think it's time we got ridda' this idiot." Braden dragged himself around the side of the approaching enemy. He held his axe high and brought it down hard, the man jumped aside with ease and plunged the dagger into his arm. Braden yelped with pain and dropped the axe. He sprang backwards as a crossbow bolt whizzed over his shoulder and narrowly missed the man. Then he charged into the man and bowled him over, he snatched his axe up and swung it around at the man.

Braden jumped aside, but caught his foot on the stool, he stumbled and then fell to his knees. He whipped his axe out just in time to block the blow that the man had thrown. He stood up and circled the man, holding his axe up, waiting for the perfect time to strike. A crossbow bolt struck his leg and he fell onto it. "Argh, I 'ate that leg, always in th' way..." He brought his axe up to meet the combatant's next blow and rolled out of the way of another crossbow bolt and it struck the door frame. He stumbled away from the man with the dagger and stood next to the bard. "Bit o' help would be lovely right abou' now!"

"Eh! Watch where ye'r goin'!" Braden mumbled as the man pushed him aside. Then he realized that the man had grabbed the barman, Braden stepped forward and pushed him off. "We'll 'ave less o' that, eh lads? Don' wan' any blood o' spilling." Braden's hand came to rest on on his axe, he un-buttoned the sheath and stared at the man. "Now, get yerself' a pint o' the good stuff and take a seat, I'm sure we can work this whole thing out." He gestured towards the beer kegs as he said this and sat back down on his stool.

Name: Braden Sheldon. Age: 36 Race: Dwarven. Height: 4' 2". Arsenal: An axe that he calls, 'Dulaithsil', a buckler shield, a leather cap and a tinderbox. Place of origin: A small military outpost in a secluded area of the Forgotten Hills. Personality: A rough dwarf that talks in slang and shortens his words. Although short in size, he makes up for it in his boisterous attitude and courage in the face of danger. He's not the strongest of dwarves but is a skilled warrior with many traits that make him a good soldier. He is strong-willed and can carry on fighting until he doesn't have the strength to stay concious. Appearance: Braden has long brown hair that flows down over his dark green shirt. He wears a belt that glimmers with gold and encrusted gem stones (mined from the great Halls of Belgim). His beard is long enough for him to tuck into his trousers (which are dark brown with a few tears here and there). He has a slightly crooked nose and a solemn face, with many scars. His eyes always seem like he is carrying a great burden. His posture is that of a trained soldier, always ready for duty and always alert. History: Born and raised in the Forgotten Hills. When he was old enough to wield a weapon, he was sent to the military outpoust there. He is often sent out on dangerous missions, sometimes leaving with many men and returning with none. He has many scars from the battles that he has fought in. He was once grievously injured in the Battle of Blood Bay, so called because of the blood that was shed on that day, when a stray arrow lodged itself in his abdomen. Luckily, he managed to pull through and has a painful wound that constantly reminds him of that fateful day. He has no idea where his parents reside and his only friend was slain in the battle. Now, he only seeks more violence, hoping that he will soon be killed and join those that had died for him. The adventure begins Braden slowly trudged down the muddy path, heading for the barracks. He passed a few men who just nodded at him and grumbled indistinguishable words. He bowed his head and carried on walking. As the barracks came into view, he felt a sudden impact inside him. He'd never felt this before... Was it... Fear? As he drew up to the doorway, three young messengers bustled out and ran off in the other direction. Braden slowly entered the barrack. The dwarves around him were silent. Braden slowly dragged himself over to Grathsen, the dwarf captain. "Sir, ye' wanted 'ter see me?" Braden enquired. "Yes, Braden, we need you to go on another mission. It won't be as dangerous as the last, you're just transporting some equipment down to Korivan." Came Grathsen's reply. "An' what's th' catch, 'eh?" "Well, you see, we've had many reports of there being orcs patrolling the roads. We would send a platoon to take them out but we have no idea how many are in the area." "So 'yer gonna' send me 'ter get killed so 'yeh can find out, 'eh?" "Ah-ha, Braden, don't think of it like that, we just need you to get this equipment to Korivan, the war effort depends on it." "Aye, and I trust yeh'll be givin' me some o' them soldiers?" "Naturally." " 'ow many?" "I don't know, one or two." "One or two? Yeh're lucky I'm insane! When deh' we leave?" "As soon as you're ready, good luck!" Braden exited the barracks and heard the dwarves muttering amongst themselves. He knew they were wondering who would be going with him, he just hoped he wouldn't get a useless bunch of rambling idiots like last time. He started to walk towards the outpost gate, his feet sinking into the mud and the sun glinting on his axe. "Ahhh, Dulaithsil," he said aloud, "won' be long now an' we'll be fightin' again, don't yeh' worry." He reached the gate. There was a cart waiting for him to hop aboard and depart for Korivan. He decided, he was going to leave alone, he didn't need the worthless dwarves that the captain would send. He leapt onto the cart and sat down. Just as it started to gain speed; frantic shouts were heard behind him. He looked back and saw two dwarves slipping in the mud as they tried to run to Braden. They finally managed to catch up and climb aboard the back of the cart. They were finally heading towards Korivan... The door of the inn swung open and a draught rushed through the building. Two dwarves stepped inside, one seemed to be shaking profusively, while the other stood tall. They ambled towards the bar and sat down. "'lo matey, I'll 'ave a good ol' Wet Dragon Ale," Braden announced, "Darn orcs, infested all th' roads coming from th' hills! Jus' 'ad a bit o' trouble with 'em on th' way down. Aye, tha' poor sod los' a matey of 'is, didn't ye'? Aye, we was comin' down an' all of a sudden I hears 'im shout, "ORCS!" Then I 'ears this thunk as an arrow 'its 'im. I jumped out an' dealt with 'em. He's bin' shakin' like a leaf all th' way though." Braden's ale arrived and he took a gulp of it. "'an this weather is a bit bad, eh?" Braden drained the last of his ale and placed the glass on the bar.

Looks isometric to me, just a bit flat on the ground and sky.

I knew I recognized the name (and the humour). Hurry up and right more, this is some good stuff. :D

Hehe, great story, well written and funny. This place needs more new faces like you. The comedy in this one is great and there's not too much and not too little. Can't wait to read more from you, keep it up.

Hehe, good luck with those sigs, it's a whole new style which tip.it has never seen and alot of people will flame you for it. Anyway, I like your work, keep it up.

The dragon long is abit out of proportion. It's facing the wrong direction and is a wee bit small. The rest is fine though and the shading is great. :D

As good as always, especially liked the description, do some more. :D

The movie, "King Arthur".

Bumping five minutes after you post isn't the best idea if you don't want to get flamed. And press the prt scr key located to the right of the F12 key. Then open Paint and click edit>paste.

lol... sorry for offending you mrx you work truly ownz... :D i love your style.. i just wanted to see how many people would take this seriously, cya tip it 8) was a blast(not the media forum :P ) btw, those sigs are my fav sigs of all time... but thats not relevant Haha, a classic, sucking up so you don't get banned. Isn't going to work, bye. :D

Thanks for the laughs. I don't visit the Media Board often and can tell you that they don't belong to you. I might see Xman on X-box Live tonight and see what he's got to say. :lol:

Thanks for the laughs. I don't visit the Media Board often and can tell you that they don't belong to you. I might see Xman on X-box Live tonight and see what he's got to say. :lol:

Hehe, as good as ever, hurry up and post more. We need writers like you here. :D

Hehe, much better than the first, I love the humour in these stories... Hehe... The fish gasping for mouthwash was quite funny. Post the next chapter! Post! Post! Post! :D

I actually enjoyed the humour in this one. I wouldn't usually read this type of story but it was a good read and funny too. Keep it up. :D

Not necessarily, they were cowards, the way you decribe it is too clicḫ̬̉̉d. They don't HAVE to be really good fighters. You could have a leader who could be killed by any member of the gang, yet have strong persuasion technique. Meh, Just needed to get that out because it's a false image about leaders always being powerful. Well done with the stories, Zonorhc. Been following it since the start and I nagged you for chapter 8. :D I'm gonna' read the finale now. :P

Getting better! I'm glad you took my advice, it's a much better story now. Only thing I'll comment on, is start a new line when a different person speaks. Makes it easier to read. :D Well done, keep it up.