Story Chapter 1

I was born in a small village situated between a sea and a mountain range.

The day the outsiders attacked was a sunny day in Spring, a time when everything was covered in green. I was 16 years old that day.
The alarms sounded, simple bells placed atop a short tower in the village square.
The lookout reported a fleet of ships on the horizon. The masts bore no flag.

As brittle as our defenses were, they were prepared.
We only had about a dozen cannon, and just over twenty able-bodied guards to defend the village.

The ships carved through the waves like butter. My little brother was on the beach as the flagship fired a warning shot. He died instantly. Wretched men stormed through butchering every soul they saw.  I galloped through the town slashing as many attackers as possible as I escaped. For all I know, the only survivors were me and my Midnight.

Midnight's coat was as black as the night is, his mane radiantly shining. He was the most beautiful horse I had ever come across, and the fastest too. Unfortunately, horses aren't great at climbing mountans; the invaders found me at the base of it.

After a good beating, I was put in the brig of the flagship. "Welcome to the Death Warrant, lad", a dirty man with only one eye said, with a menacing grin as he shoved me in my filthy cell. I took the "Death Warrant" to be the name of the ship. I heard the sound of Midnight struggling with the crew whom were attempting to restrain him. A rugged voice rumbled something about horse stew. My heart sunk. For my people, a horse's life is equal to a human's; it is transportation, cover, and companion.

Chapter 2

I noticed a metallic rock, glowing with a golden atmosphere lying in the corner of my cage. I picked it up, studying it carefully. Suddenly I felt my limbs being pulled and torn apart torn, then darkness. My next memory is sitting, back against an oak tree in the townsquare of the the land's capitol. Midnight had nudged me awake. I looked around curiously, unsure of how I came to be there; I had heard of the capitol but never got to visit.

I felt the stone in my hand and it seemed to be vibrating gently. It felt like I drank a thousand beers the night before. I was sick and nearly vomited as I stood and mounted Midnight.

Going through the square, unsure of my next move, I received strange looks from the townspeople. Here and there people were pointing and whispering. A man glared at me and shouted, "It's him, it's him!" Finally, a group of guards on foot arrived and confronted me.

I was yanked off of Midnight and fell with a thud. "What is your business here?" one of them demanded.
"I ...I don't even know how I got here! What's the idea -"

  He saw the suspicious stone which had fallen nearby and snatched it.
"What.. ?," he said, examining the shining rock. He gasped.
"Arrest the witcher! he commanded.
"Witcher?! What did I---?"

I got cut off as two men restrained me. The one that held the rock beat me as I resisted; blackness.

Chapter 3

It was difficult to crack my eyes open. A cell.. This one was at least nicer than the one on that ghostly ship.. It had a straw bed. A desk under the window with a splintery chair.
I stood on the desk, peering through the bars of the window. I saw nothing but a stone wall directly in front which seemed to stretch for miles. I wracked my brain and reflected on the past few days, figuring I might remember a clue as to why all of this was happening. Unfortunately, I could not find any reasons for being locked in a jail cell at the current moment.

"We've been waiting for you"

I jumped up and hit my head on the ceiling by accident. I straightened myself out. An ancient fellow in the neighboring cell with a long, white beard. He donned a shabby purple robe. "The King's jester, huh?" I laughed. "Didn't manage to make the king merry?"
"Come with me!" called he with the silly hat slightly falling off.

"You've gone mad..." said I.
He waved his hand. We sat on a log outside a small cottage. The contents of my empty stomach spewed out of me like a garden hose.
When I got myself together, I asked the man, "How did we get here? I just want to go...Home." I saddened, remembering the cause of my misadventure.
"We can help you. We are your allies. Let us help you."

Marilyn put something in my hand and it looked like the magic rock, but the vibration was gone and it lost it's shine. He explained he was one of the greatest sorcerers of all time, and wanted to train my mind to unlock lost potential. Why? I don't know. I still don't know who "we" were.
I kept asking whom the "others" were, but instead of telling me he said that one day I would be ready to understand, that I was meant for something great, and he would train me to unlock my full potential.
I got up steadfast and ran away.

Chapter 4

A year passed by my lonesome. One night after excessive drinking, I got in an argument with a stranger. He challenged me to a duel, which, considering we were intoxicated and equal in ability, went on for a good half hour. We realized neither of us could best the other, had a laugh and went back in the pub for more drinks. That was the beginning of my friendship with Miec. He was a knight of the King's Hussars heavy cavalry.
He trained me in the art of mounted swordsmanship and combat. After a month's of training, I was enlisted and deployed.
I soon became a squad leader, and under my command we won the battle that ended a 30 year war with our neighbors. I was knighted by the king for my military achievements and have since discarded my real name for Sir Blut. Friends know my wish to ignore the title, to consider us as equals, and call me Blut or Blunt, and I have no memory of my real name.

My dear friend died during a charge some couple of years later. I asked for discharge from the fine cavalry force as my depression got the better of me, and I spent a lot of time at the docks, observing the ships coming in and out of the harbor. I decided I had to leave this place and find peace with myself.

Chapter 5

"You all know why you have been called here. Who will join me in my quest for riches and glory?"
The broken men signed their names on the list and quickly boarded the Silver Swan.

What did I know about seafaring? And I felt so light in this sailor garb. But the freedom of the sea suited us. We felt invincible.

My men had been partying the night away due to our last victory and most were drunk as a skunk. The lords knows I enjoy a good drink myself, but didn't partake. It wasn't beneath me to share in all of the duties with my men. As I was doing my rounds on watch, the mutineers barged out of their quarters, armed with wooden planks. (the swords were only handed out during battle)

I pulled a flintlock out and fired it point blank and a man dropped.
"Belay this nonsense!" I yelled, confused about this sudden loss of loyalty.
Another pulled a dagger. Quickly I threw the pistol and pulled out another; holding it by the barrel. As he lunged at me I cracked his skull with the butt of the weapon. Adjusting to hold the weapon correctly, I cocked it back.

Abruptly, cannon fire erupted out from the distance. The main mast split in half and fell on most of the men. Then I nearly lost my footing due to another vessel colliding with the side of the ship. The King's men promptly boarded and arrested those of us that weren't crushed by the mast. The bloody lookout had been blacked out in his hammock.

Chapter 6

 "ANOTHER CELL!!!" I yelled.
I began looking around for a way to get out, to avoid a pointless trial that would end in my hanging.
I grinned as I saw a rusty length of wire in the corner. I picked it up and approached the cell door.
 The crew and the guard were fast asleep. I inserted the wire into the keyhole and jiggled it inside the lock. Just as I heard a click, the guard woke.

"Ay!"

He walked up to my cell and ripped the door open. He hit me in the side of the head with the butt of his musket. Dazed, I grabbed the knife stuffed in his belt and stabbed him in between his neck and right shoulder. As he fell limp to the floor, I took his musket still gripped in his dead hands, as well as the keyring, and ran out of the exit.

I found myself on the docks, surprised to see them deserted. There was a small pinnace docked. "Too easy..." I thought to myself, and since that was my only chance of escape I boarded her.
As I was untying the boat I saw guards running towards the docks shouting. I aimed the musket in panic and managed to hit one in the leg. Then I threw it as one would a javelin, and killed another with the bayonet attached.

When I untied it the boat flew forward, and very soon I heard cannon fire from the fort. I was so near yet the vessel was untouched. Soon the port was far away on the horizon with the sunset.

Epilogue

After an hour of sailing, a huge maelstrom opened up, glowing with a ghostly green. I felt the stone in my pocket vibrating and I reached for it. It was glowing once more with a shine brighter than when I first laid eyes on it.

The vessel and I were swallowed by the sea.
I fell unconscious as I suffocated and had a vision. The old sorcerer appeared in front of me chanting in an ancient tongue, then switched to one I understood "Sir Blut... We are..."
Next thing I knew, I woke up in a foreign room, the first floor of the paper cabin. It was my mission to find out how I got here and return back to my world. In the end I chose to stay.

End

Gifts From My Love
A seashell necklace
A heart shaped pebble
The drawing above

 

Here I will put some funny to me moments in MD from chat, for anyone that wants a laugh. Not in a particular order. I will add as I see fit, and if you want me to take anything with you in it out,let me know.

 

Tipu: Acrisius, by the power of the lord I command you to give to me your silver coin to me
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: Gljivoje greets Ouoar with raised finger
Gljivoje: (not middle finger :)
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Asthir: OMG, Chewy2 gives me positive honor! :D
: Asthir sicks Chewett2
: Sir Blut pokes Intrigue
: Asthir slaps himself due to day of tranquility
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: Eleyne trots a little to her right, an ear fixed at the dragon's direction
Draconas: *sighs* one meal will have to do
: Eleyne trots a bit further in the same direction, before stopping and looking at the dragon
Tal: I think he tries to mate with you.
Draconas: when i get my strength back horsy
Draconas: eww no
Draconas: she is no draca
: Lania wishes she had a third palm so she can triple facepalm
: Eleyne shakes her head and nickers in a way that makes her sound like chuckling

Draconas: that be gross
Draconas: no meat, no draca, why do i stay here
Lania: For your rider?
Draconas: ah yes
Draconas: my rider *looks sad*
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