Post by Apollo on Aug 18, 2014 22:55:59 GMT -5
{Sample}It was the end of summer and the sun beat down upon the land, further ensuing the drought that had dried it’s soil this past season. The first winds of autumn had blown, bringing a chilly overcast to their scorching usual. Trees still covered in green, had all but lost their color but dulled to a paler shade as if the nutrients had been sapped from them. The harsh conditions of nature had left a vacuum for food and money within the kingdom’s economy and it was all but thriving. The farmers’ land that surrounded the outer laying fields of the Kingdom’s were now some of the wealthiest due to inflation, merely from the cost of food. The people fought over things simple as cabbages, and futile dreams came crashing down day to day in the everlasting search for wealth. The lands were now scourged by murderers and bandits of the like who stole from children off the cobblestoned streets in it’s city capital. Oh yes, this land had seen better times in the past.
It once flourished, the sun bringing a brand new day, each time it crossed the horizon. Neighbors scurried about to get their work done, smiles bright upon their faces. People once shined in this land, sharing baked sweet muffins with their neighbors. Food was plentiful and poverty had not yet reached the high numbers the kingdom held today. The king sat atop one of his thrones that lay perched overlooking his kingdom. The ornate stone, embedded with rubies, sat on a balcony where an emerald veil hung; golden tassels swayed from its ends. The man’s face pulled into a stern frown, the corner’s of his thin lips pulled into an unsatisfied smirk. This kingdom was doomed he thought dimly perching his hand up and laying his face against an open palm as the golden tassels flashed in the wind.
The kind people of this land had changed as well, they no longer glowed with their daily tribulations. Their work now pulled endlessly at them, when once they worked hand in hand for a better world. The land now lay separated, people grew where similar beliefs were held and with a strong enough voice willing to back them. Citizens no longer smiled at each other as they passed by, but almost glowered at as if to show no signs of weakness that could be taken advantage of. The quick and mysterious leave of magic had done more than scar the land for years to come, but had sapped hope from the people’s very beings.
Far off, distant from the royal castle there lay a small village that seemed untouched by the worlds evil. It lay three days travel from the main keep almost hidden along the eastern woodland border. The trees seem to blanket the land and humans reported that the trees shifted around with their location. Many humans indeed had gone missing in the woods beyond the village. Most people who lived in Elenwood knew better than to go deep into the woods, past the large river which separated two forests. The trees grew thick there and it was rumored to be the new land of the Elves, mysterious beings, who most thought left, right along when the magic did.
Elenwood was known for it’s lumber, which was where most of the Kingdom’s firewood came from for Winter. The land relied heavily on the Bartel family when Winter rolled in to shield the citizens from the harsh, frosty winds of the season. The Bartels were a wealthy family that provided strong roots and deep pockets for Elenwood to begin a year ago, after the explosion. The explosion was an event that wiped out an entire family line, taking magic with it, was currently against the king’s order to speak of or mention.
On an outer laying farm a young male of no older than twenty-four raised an axe far above his dark head of hair. As it came back down, the large, silver, axe split a block in two and stuck into the large stump with a thick thud. The two pieces of wood went flying in opposing directions, clunking loudly as they hit the gravel below. The young man stood tall looking up at the sun, covering his eyes from it’s harsh light. He was a rather short lad, but his muscled body remained as he had worked since he was but a child. He wore a weathered green tunic that cut off at his arms, tied at his waist by a hefty leather belt, topped with a silver buckle. The man’s tunic was embroidered with a silver outlining that cut into a v around his neckline. His light brown, leather pants fit snugly into his leather boots that softly clunked against the dirt as he piled the freshly cut wood atop a pile. A strange presence in the form of a loud thud beckoned him suddenly to the back yard. A brilliant glow emerged from behind his house as he rushed along a wooden fence that led ‘round back. Arlo Bertel was this young man’s name, the youngest child of the Bertel family.
It once flourished, the sun bringing a brand new day, each time it crossed the horizon. Neighbors scurried about to get their work done, smiles bright upon their faces. People once shined in this land, sharing baked sweet muffins with their neighbors. Food was plentiful and poverty had not yet reached the high numbers the kingdom held today. The king sat atop one of his thrones that lay perched overlooking his kingdom. The ornate stone, embedded with rubies, sat on a balcony where an emerald veil hung; golden tassels swayed from its ends. The man’s face pulled into a stern frown, the corner’s of his thin lips pulled into an unsatisfied smirk. This kingdom was doomed he thought dimly perching his hand up and laying his face against an open palm as the golden tassels flashed in the wind.
The kind people of this land had changed as well, they no longer glowed with their daily tribulations. Their work now pulled endlessly at them, when once they worked hand in hand for a better world. The land now lay separated, people grew where similar beliefs were held and with a strong enough voice willing to back them. Citizens no longer smiled at each other as they passed by, but almost glowered at as if to show no signs of weakness that could be taken advantage of. The quick and mysterious leave of magic had done more than scar the land for years to come, but had sapped hope from the people’s very beings.
Far off, distant from the royal castle there lay a small village that seemed untouched by the worlds evil. It lay three days travel from the main keep almost hidden along the eastern woodland border. The trees seem to blanket the land and humans reported that the trees shifted around with their location. Many humans indeed had gone missing in the woods beyond the village. Most people who lived in Elenwood knew better than to go deep into the woods, past the large river which separated two forests. The trees grew thick there and it was rumored to be the new land of the Elves, mysterious beings, who most thought left, right along when the magic did.
Elenwood was known for it’s lumber, which was where most of the Kingdom’s firewood came from for Winter. The land relied heavily on the Bartel family when Winter rolled in to shield the citizens from the harsh, frosty winds of the season. The Bartels were a wealthy family that provided strong roots and deep pockets for Elenwood to begin a year ago, after the explosion. The explosion was an event that wiped out an entire family line, taking magic with it, was currently against the king’s order to speak of or mention.
On an outer laying farm a young male of no older than twenty-four raised an axe far above his dark head of hair. As it came back down, the large, silver, axe split a block in two and stuck into the large stump with a thick thud. The two pieces of wood went flying in opposing directions, clunking loudly as they hit the gravel below. The young man stood tall looking up at the sun, covering his eyes from it’s harsh light. He was a rather short lad, but his muscled body remained as he had worked since he was but a child. He wore a weathered green tunic that cut off at his arms, tied at his waist by a hefty leather belt, topped with a silver buckle. The man’s tunic was embroidered with a silver outlining that cut into a v around his neckline. His light brown, leather pants fit snugly into his leather boots that softly clunked against the dirt as he piled the freshly cut wood atop a pile. A strange presence in the form of a loud thud beckoned him suddenly to the back yard. A brilliant glow emerged from behind his house as he rushed along a wooden fence that led ‘round back. Arlo Bertel was this young man’s name, the youngest child of the Bertel family.
{Old Sample}Mycah woke to bright seams of sunlight pouring through a crack in the crimson silks that surrounded his bedding. He stretched out, raising his arms far above his head yawning widely. Mycah’s sleep had been disturbed the night before, yet he seemed full of bountiful energy seeping from sheer excitement. He pulled back his curtain slowly and realized all the Gryffindor boys lay asleep still. He softly put his feet down upon the carpeted floor, treading over softly to the window; gazing dreamily at the mist covered grounds that lay below.
Mycah continued to look out the window a few minutes before getting dressed and adorning himself with his long, black, silk robes. He quietly grabbed two books from his trunk, A Book of Potions by Zygmunt Budge along with Xylomancy by Selina Sapworthy. He had managed to read through at least half of his potions book already while Xylomancy had sat at the bottom of his trunk since his arrival, unopened. Potions aside, he also held a great interest in Herbology. He softly made his way across to the opening of the room where the long marble staircase led to their common room.
Upon entering the common room he saw Hermione sitting across the room, nose once again keeping a book company. Mycah managed a smile before announcing his presence, ”Morning Hermione” he said tearing her attention from the text sitting in her lap. ”Oh!, good morning Mycah” she granted him as she quickly got to her feet and made her way over to him. ”Ready for breakfast” he replied as they headed down the hall towards the retro side of the fat lady’s portrait.
"I am more interested to see what classes I have" Hermione announced heading down the great stairs. They walked past many of the portraits they had passed last night, despite being considerably less audible today. Mycah questioned if Hermione had remembered what the photos were talking about the night previous, but subjects and teachers remained on her mind all the way down to the great hall. The two Gryffindor’s made their way over to their house table and added to the noisy chatter of the student filled benches in the dining room.
Mycah continued to look out the window a few minutes before getting dressed and adorning himself with his long, black, silk robes. He quietly grabbed two books from his trunk, A Book of Potions by Zygmunt Budge along with Xylomancy by Selina Sapworthy. He had managed to read through at least half of his potions book already while Xylomancy had sat at the bottom of his trunk since his arrival, unopened. Potions aside, he also held a great interest in Herbology. He softly made his way across to the opening of the room where the long marble staircase led to their common room.
Upon entering the common room he saw Hermione sitting across the room, nose once again keeping a book company. Mycah managed a smile before announcing his presence, ”Morning Hermione” he said tearing her attention from the text sitting in her lap. ”Oh!, good morning Mycah” she granted him as she quickly got to her feet and made her way over to him. ”Ready for breakfast” he replied as they headed down the hall towards the retro side of the fat lady’s portrait.
"I am more interested to see what classes I have" Hermione announced heading down the great stairs. They walked past many of the portraits they had passed last night, despite being considerably less audible today. Mycah questioned if Hermione had remembered what the photos were talking about the night previous, but subjects and teachers remained on her mind all the way down to the great hall. The two Gryffindor’s made their way over to their house table and added to the noisy chatter of the student filled benches in the dining room.
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♫ It's so difficult to find a partner nowadays please be serious about inquiries.
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