The story of blood
 

Well i was thinking of righting a short, intense story. heres the first part!

Warning: it gets kind of grahpic

He was lying on the ground, muscles sore, unconscious, full of anything but good feelings. his expensive clothes where torn. he was lying in port royal, or at least, the hollow shell of what was once a grand port. the fort was in ruins, most of the towns folk where killed. and, to top it all off his war frigate, the victory sultan, was at the bottom filled with fury cannon balls. the skeletons who attacked where merciless. they killed everyone, woman, children, whoever. the buildings where burnt and filled with cannon ball holes. he had no idea where he was in port royal. he had a concussion, from the casa de muterous guild member who had knocked him out and left him there to starve. he groaned and got up. luckily, the only thing he forgot is where in port royal he was. Looking around, he saw the pile of wood that was the rowdy rooster, and the butcher shop. the butcher him self was lying in a heap of guts.

Then the memories of the battle hit him. the skeleton, the endless waves of skeletons, the man with the two black sabers who knocked him out, the screaming, the gore. It came to fast for his brain to handle it, and he blacked out.

He then was awoken to the sound of pounding feet, marching in unison. his eyes weren't open. Slowly, his hand made its way for the powerful pistol he had hidden in his long coat. Suddenly he sprang up, and the skeletons that where marching toward him paused. they weren't a big group, only six, and one big one that was slightly glowing. Aiming his pistol at the big one, he said "hello mate, nice day, isn't it?" then it fell with a deafening blast, his rotten brains going everywhere. There was no time to celebrate, as the smaller bone heads drew there weapons and charged. much to there dismay, by the time they had there weapons out half of them where dead with clean, swift sword cuts through them.the skeletons where fearless and charged. the first one drew his pistol, but the man cut off his hand so fast, his broad, heavy blade was like lighting. he stabbed him, grabbed another wrist that helped a dagger, twisted, and it came off. cutting his head off, the deflected another blade, leaving the skeletons sword next to his bony leg. I guess i don't have to tell you what happened next.The next 5 seconds where a blur of flying limbs, sparks, and the heavy blade the man used.


The man laughed at how easy that was. His name was roger swordshot, and he just killed a patrol of skeletons singled handed n less than a minute. not some one to mess with, as his enemies will and already have found out.


Like it? hate it? comments are welcome!

ok then... was kind of expecting more...

More will come, that was the first sentence. LOL

chapters? explaniantons?

Good start, but I hope you will end up posting more than 1 sentence every post.

There we go seaking. Was that so hard?

Yes, it took 10 minutes!!!!!!

Nice start good action :). But, comments : 1. Out of respect for your self you should captitalize your own name. 2. The name of a Ship should be underlined and first letters capitalized. 3. minor spelling errors.

Thanks Pirate guy! i'lll make sure those wont happen again!

Roger had no problem deciding where he wanted to go next. He was heading toward his guilds hid out in the jungles of Port Royal where they had helped half the towns people escape during the battle. Roger though grimly, My guilds probably all dead by now. i can't believe it.. i just can't believe it...

It was a long walk, and he decided to put the thought of his mangled guild mates out of his head, and thought about the invasion. it wasn't a better by much, but there wasn't anything else worth thinking about.
His guild, Masters In Swords had done so well, holding the barricades for about half the night, and in that time killing half the invasion force. then the man with the two black sabers came, raising more undead and the waves were getting more ferocious. Finally the men at the dock barricade collapsed, and they smashed through kings way when a messenger announced that the beach barricade had fell, and they couldn't proceed because "a big boom boom popped out of the ground!" Those were mines that he and his guild invented. Anyways, for the right flank to move, the Double black Sabre guy had to destroy the bridge barricade. But, bad for him though, some of MIS's best soldiers, plus Roger swordshot him self, was there. He fount until the last man, but he was thrown off into the murky water. His last thoughts were I Hope my guild mates had got the citizens out safely. Then: I'm glad i took swimming lessons...

He finally mustered the strength to pull him self out, when The stress was t much for even him. he fell over, and blacked out. Next thing Roger knew, he was staring into the eyes of a muscular man with some ugly looking men behind him. and a woman or to, but he wasn't sure. anyways, he asked what happened and Roger told him the whole story. after that, The man asked "Is there any rum left?"

"We smuggled the rum outta here. By the way, nice inflatable muscle suit."

That wasn't the smartest thing to do. He left him there, until he woke up and was walking around the city when the casa de munteros guild member KOed him again. After that, he woke up again to the sound of marching feet, facing the patrol of skeletons..

After about an hour of endless jungle, he reached a ledge over looking a concealed valley. Aah.. his guilds favorite hid out. he looked over the ledge, and was shocked and ridiculously happy to see what see saw..


DUN DUN DUN Duunn......

Questions? comments? suggestions? slaps in the face?

P.S asked if you wanna be in the story. :)

Sure ill give you a slap in the face. *slaps*

Do you think i could be in the story?

Sure! i'll make sure you die the most gruesome death possible

Just kidding! i'll fit you in

Thanks mate...

Oh great.... since i know im going to be in the story, I WANT A CHAPTER! lol

Sorry, but its my story. you will be in about the end of the story :)

DOH! That was a wake-up call.