- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Genres
- Fantasy, Sci-fi, Adventure, Slice-of-life
The town of Littlerook, founded by settlers on the budding edge of civilization. Numerous individuals have found their homes here, whether for the promise of wealth, escape from previous lives, or adventure. Most everyone rises early, to tend to their fields, families, or their jobs. Every evening, the tavern is full of individuals drinking and singing away their toils of the day. Today is the day before Drachentags, the weekly observance of the great dragon, and the town is quiet. Or rather as quiet as it ever gets. For there is always someone busy within town.
BANG
A gun shot sounds in the distance. Most of the town pays it no mind. A single shot, fired off far in the distance? It is likely a hunter, nothing to worry--
BANG
. . .
BANG
Two more shots, fired with the same amount of space between them. Something is wrong outside town, and those who reside within start to worry and rally the local defenses . . .
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Neil felt sorry for the poor creature he rode upon. The beast had been galloping at full tilt for several minutes now, and there was no reprieve in sight. He urged it to move even faster as the telltale sounds of churning earth returned behind them. "Come on girl!" The horse leaped over a rock formation about as high as a small child, just shy of a pair of iron jaws breaking the earth. A bullete: a magical creature with a hide seemingly impervious to harm, and surprisingly fast both above and below the earth.
Neil had the misfortune of finding this one having moved in to one of his normal hunting grounds. He chanced a look down at the revolver in his hand, tucked between his palm and the reigns. Five bullets had been spent. Two were wasted trying to shoot the rampaging beast behind him. The eyes should be vulnerable, but they were only about he size of a man's fist, and he was nowhere near a good enough shot to actually hit that while galloping at full-tilt on horseback. And now three had been fired as a cry for help from town. He couldn't ride back, the creature would just tear through town, eat all the livestock, and then maybe leave it wasn't still hungry. He would have to hope a team from the town would come to help him, or more likely than not he and his horse were going to be a meal very soon.
BANG
A gun shot sounds in the distance. Most of the town pays it no mind. A single shot, fired off far in the distance? It is likely a hunter, nothing to worry--
BANG
. . .
BANG
Two more shots, fired with the same amount of space between them. Something is wrong outside town, and those who reside within start to worry and rally the local defenses . . .
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Neil felt sorry for the poor creature he rode upon. The beast had been galloping at full tilt for several minutes now, and there was no reprieve in sight. He urged it to move even faster as the telltale sounds of churning earth returned behind them. "Come on girl!" The horse leaped over a rock formation about as high as a small child, just shy of a pair of iron jaws breaking the earth. A bullete: a magical creature with a hide seemingly impervious to harm, and surprisingly fast both above and below the earth.
Neil had the misfortune of finding this one having moved in to one of his normal hunting grounds. He chanced a look down at the revolver in his hand, tucked between his palm and the reigns. Five bullets had been spent. Two were wasted trying to shoot the rampaging beast behind him. The eyes should be vulnerable, but they were only about he size of a man's fist, and he was nowhere near a good enough shot to actually hit that while galloping at full-tilt on horseback. And now three had been fired as a cry for help from town. He couldn't ride back, the creature would just tear through town, eat all the livestock, and then maybe leave it wasn't still hungry. He would have to hope a team from the town would come to help him, or more likely than not he and his horse were going to be a meal very soon.