Post by crazywolf on Jun 16, 2007 23:01:30 GMT -5
// This is a story I made a while back in my head, and now I had written to pass some time away.. I hopes you likes it, so if you do, leave a comment, or if you don't, leave some nagging posts about how bad it is 
.. This is part of chapter one, but I don't know how long its going to be (yet). This is kinda if magic was around during the 1930's.. So without further adieu, I present The Chronicles of the Diamond Gun..
Tick Tock, Tick tock..
Tick Tock, Tick tock.. These were the sounds of a normal pocket watch, the gears inside the mechanism slowly turning, making time a reality and no longer a illusion in the palm of the holder's hand. This holder is (as much would be told by the smell and look) a hob-goblin. This thing, this monstrous freak of nature sat on the black leather set of a parked Mayrd model 21, its black metal was painted with yellow stripes, indicating it was a taxi of some kind. His features were that of a cultured monster. He wore a black, nicely trimmed suit, a blue bow tie was tied to his neck, much needed to look like a gentlemen these days, brown slacks, and polished, cheap, black shoes. His hair was black, and unruly, but this was not truly noted, for his hair was covered by a top hat, made from the fur of a black wolf (Very cheap and common). His face had a upturned nose, two large, tusks of teeth were shown down at his upper lip, looking like fangs, his ears were pointed, and his eyes were crystal blue. His body was that of muscular, for his arms were big, as so was his hands, his left one almost crushing the watch in his hand, and the other holding the stick, that would change the gears of the car, that also had a peculiar red button on the top.
This car, or this taxi car, whatever you prefer to call or name it, was parked at the side of a sidewalk, and this sidewalk was made to guide the person or persons to a poolroom called 'The drunk Sword', although it was never called a pub, and no swords were ever to be seen or used in the premises, it was called this famous name because the owner, whom was elf, killed a another with his blade, while drunk with med that was created by a half-elf, and instead of the owner swinging at the gallows of Cold Rope (a prison that held the grand mage, Magus IX) it was the half-elf, for being half-human.
This thought, however, did not bother the hob-goblin, but the fact that his customer, a sun elf, was not in the vehicle at the time that was assigned to be back, for it was twenty-two minutes past eleven, that saying that the sun elf is twenty-two minutes late. The hob-goblin was becoming inpatient, so he puts away the pocket watch into his left pocket, and exchanges it for a cigar. He puts the cigar in his mouth, and then, he snaps his fingers right in front of it, a spark is seen, and the cigar begins to burn, now enabling the hob-goblin to smoke.. He does not have magical powers, but he has, instead, skin that are very tough, and also very frictional, able to make sparks and also have natural skin tougher then leather armor. He has his free hand now on the steering wheel, and then spots the Sun Elf coming out of the pool room, having that same smirk on his face as before. The sun elf was tall, nearly six feet and 58 inches. His skin was a natural tan, as most sun elf's were. His face looked as if dipped in shoe polish, and his nose was obviously powdered. His eyes were of a bright green, his ears were more pointed then most, and his hair was a dark brown, tied into a pony-tail. He wore a dark brown suit, a red tie was loosely tied around his neck, black slacks were on his legs, and polished shoes were at his feet.
The sun elf climbed into the taxi, after spotting it in the dim light of a lamp post, and made himself comfortable in the back seat. The hob-goblin peeked behind him for a moment, and then looked ahead, and spoke "Evening sir, where would you like to head to for the night?" His voice was that of a Coal Island accent (British) but also mixed with a monstrous growl of a lion. The sun elf pondered for a moment, his left index finger on his forehead, and said "Sir, if I may, I wish to discuss with you." The hob-goblin did not turn to question, but simply said "Of course sir, what would you like to discuss?" The sun elf began to ponder again, and then said "Good chap, your name is Charles Sawbone, is that correct?" the hob-goblin was silent for a moment, then said "Yes sir, that is what most call me.." With his left hand, the sun elf reached inside his suit, and silently pulled a dagger from a sheath, but the hob-goblin did not notice, so the sun elf still ran his mouth "I heard you have bad quarls with the Mages Circle, is that so, old chap?" The hob-goblin was in shock to hear this, and he said "How would you know pri-.." He did not finish, for he felt the cold tip of a dagger on the back of his head.. The hob-goblin only smiled, and said "Sir, you would not happen to be a assassin for them, by chance?" The sun elf gave a chuckle, and said "Indeed I am, good sir, for I best known for this dagger here: It can cut sheets of plate like paper, and the best part is that a mark shall not be on you, so thy locals shall never know how you die.." The hob-goblin gave chuckle, and said "Well sir, that is very unfortunate.." The sun elf was confused by these words, and said "Unfortunate? Of course it is! I am about to make you gasp for your last breath!" The hob-goblin chuckled again "Again, unfortunate.. Your sitting in the back seat.." He then pressed the red button of the, and something in the trunk of the Mayard began to whirl and start, then, three horizontal assigned slim, sharp blades came though the seat of the car, bursting though metal, cushioning, and one got additional bones, flesh, and heart of the sun elf.. The sun elf looked down at the blade that came though his chest, gasped in fright, his hand dropping the dagger, and died.
The hob-goblin sat there for a moment, his thoughts wondering if he should move or not, then he felt as the cigar was gone, and he gave a sigh and said to himself "Damit! These things cost too much.."
.. This is part of chapter one, but I don't know how long its going to be (yet). This is kinda if magic was around during the 1930's.. So without further adieu, I present The Chronicles of the Diamond Gun..Tick Tock, Tick tock..
Tick Tock, Tick tock.. These were the sounds of a normal pocket watch, the gears inside the mechanism slowly turning, making time a reality and no longer a illusion in the palm of the holder's hand. This holder is (as much would be told by the smell and look) a hob-goblin. This thing, this monstrous freak of nature sat on the black leather set of a parked Mayrd model 21, its black metal was painted with yellow stripes, indicating it was a taxi of some kind. His features were that of a cultured monster. He wore a black, nicely trimmed suit, a blue bow tie was tied to his neck, much needed to look like a gentlemen these days, brown slacks, and polished, cheap, black shoes. His hair was black, and unruly, but this was not truly noted, for his hair was covered by a top hat, made from the fur of a black wolf (Very cheap and common). His face had a upturned nose, two large, tusks of teeth were shown down at his upper lip, looking like fangs, his ears were pointed, and his eyes were crystal blue. His body was that of muscular, for his arms were big, as so was his hands, his left one almost crushing the watch in his hand, and the other holding the stick, that would change the gears of the car, that also had a peculiar red button on the top.
This car, or this taxi car, whatever you prefer to call or name it, was parked at the side of a sidewalk, and this sidewalk was made to guide the person or persons to a poolroom called 'The drunk Sword', although it was never called a pub, and no swords were ever to be seen or used in the premises, it was called this famous name because the owner, whom was elf, killed a another with his blade, while drunk with med that was created by a half-elf, and instead of the owner swinging at the gallows of Cold Rope (a prison that held the grand mage, Magus IX) it was the half-elf, for being half-human.
This thought, however, did not bother the hob-goblin, but the fact that his customer, a sun elf, was not in the vehicle at the time that was assigned to be back, for it was twenty-two minutes past eleven, that saying that the sun elf is twenty-two minutes late. The hob-goblin was becoming inpatient, so he puts away the pocket watch into his left pocket, and exchanges it for a cigar. He puts the cigar in his mouth, and then, he snaps his fingers right in front of it, a spark is seen, and the cigar begins to burn, now enabling the hob-goblin to smoke.. He does not have magical powers, but he has, instead, skin that are very tough, and also very frictional, able to make sparks and also have natural skin tougher then leather armor. He has his free hand now on the steering wheel, and then spots the Sun Elf coming out of the pool room, having that same smirk on his face as before. The sun elf was tall, nearly six feet and 58 inches. His skin was a natural tan, as most sun elf's were. His face looked as if dipped in shoe polish, and his nose was obviously powdered. His eyes were of a bright green, his ears were more pointed then most, and his hair was a dark brown, tied into a pony-tail. He wore a dark brown suit, a red tie was loosely tied around his neck, black slacks were on his legs, and polished shoes were at his feet.
The sun elf climbed into the taxi, after spotting it in the dim light of a lamp post, and made himself comfortable in the back seat. The hob-goblin peeked behind him for a moment, and then looked ahead, and spoke "Evening sir, where would you like to head to for the night?" His voice was that of a Coal Island accent (British) but also mixed with a monstrous growl of a lion. The sun elf pondered for a moment, his left index finger on his forehead, and said "Sir, if I may, I wish to discuss with you." The hob-goblin did not turn to question, but simply said "Of course sir, what would you like to discuss?" The sun elf began to ponder again, and then said "Good chap, your name is Charles Sawbone, is that correct?" the hob-goblin was silent for a moment, then said "Yes sir, that is what most call me.." With his left hand, the sun elf reached inside his suit, and silently pulled a dagger from a sheath, but the hob-goblin did not notice, so the sun elf still ran his mouth "I heard you have bad quarls with the Mages Circle, is that so, old chap?" The hob-goblin was in shock to hear this, and he said "How would you know pri-.." He did not finish, for he felt the cold tip of a dagger on the back of his head.. The hob-goblin only smiled, and said "Sir, you would not happen to be a assassin for them, by chance?" The sun elf gave a chuckle, and said "Indeed I am, good sir, for I best known for this dagger here: It can cut sheets of plate like paper, and the best part is that a mark shall not be on you, so thy locals shall never know how you die.." The hob-goblin gave chuckle, and said "Well sir, that is very unfortunate.." The sun elf was confused by these words, and said "Unfortunate? Of course it is! I am about to make you gasp for your last breath!" The hob-goblin chuckled again "Again, unfortunate.. Your sitting in the back seat.." He then pressed the red button of the, and something in the trunk of the Mayard began to whirl and start, then, three horizontal assigned slim, sharp blades came though the seat of the car, bursting though metal, cushioning, and one got additional bones, flesh, and heart of the sun elf.. The sun elf looked down at the blade that came though his chest, gasped in fright, his hand dropping the dagger, and died.
The hob-goblin sat there for a moment, his thoughts wondering if he should move or not, then he felt as the cigar was gone, and he gave a sigh and said to himself "Damit! These things cost too much.."
