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This is where the finished chapters for Lein's Tale will go. Once they're posted in the forum, writers can claim one to edit; once he or she is done, another writer can also claim it for editing. When the chapter is through editing, the new version will be proofread and posted here, and the cycle will begin again.
You should discuss what should be edited in the chapters, give suggestions to the editors, and provide constructive criticism for each chapter in each chapter's topic. Only the final drafts of chapters will go here.
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CHAPTERS TO BE CLAIMED:
Chapter One: Tyler Durden
Chapter Two: Grant-Sud
Chapter Three: Zarayna
Chapter Four:
No more chapters will be put up until we have their finished summaries, which will be posted here, in the storyboard topic.
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PROLOGUE
Story Topic
This is where the finished chapters for Lein's Tale will go. Once they're posted in the forum, writers can claim one to edit; once he or she is done, another writer can also claim it for editing. When the chapter is through editing, the new version will be proofread and posted here, and the cycle will begin again.
You should discuss what should be edited in the chapters, give suggestions to the editors, and provide constructive criticism for each chapter in each chapter's topic. Only the final drafts of chapters will go here.
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CHAPTERS TO BE CLAIMED:
Chapter One: Tyler Durden
Chapter Two: Grant-Sud
Chapter Three: Zarayna
Chapter Four:
No more chapters will be put up until we have their finished summaries, which will be posted here, in the storyboard topic.
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PROLOGUE
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PROLOGUE
Lein didn’t care about the fire burning in his veins. The Agori didn’t care about the stars that flew around his eyes, taunting him to get up and chase after them. His mind was solely focused on one fact, and one fact alone:
I am going to die.
After all those years he had cheated death, cheated misfortune, it had finally caught up to him. No amount of haggling and bargaining could change that now.
He had set his doom in stone.
Now he had to face it like a man.
His friends gathered closely around him, their concerned expressions implanting themselves onto his retinas. He had never wanted this. With all his heart, he regretted the path he had chosen for himself.
And now that same heart’s beating was irregular. With every single beat, it counted down the timer to oblivion.
The pain...
He had never known it would be this painful.
I only wish...
Another convulsion racked him, sending beads of sweat tumbling down his face. His vision was blurring, unfocused and then focused.
I only wish I could see Drya once more.
With the sweat pouring down his cheeks came a single tear as he remembered...
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“Look,” said Lein patiently, staring down the jungle Agori before him, “I’m not gonna settle for anything less than a pound of exsidian.” He lifted the knife and twirled it, his eyes never moving even as the dappled shadows of trees overhead shifted ceaselessly. “This is quality craftsmanship, here.”
The other Agori looked about to make a retort; but he only sighed, his shoulders dropping slightly. With a resigned expression, he took out several small exsidian nuggets and placed them on the scale. Lein nodded and smiled as the scale showed one pound.
Before the other could change his mind, Lein had swept the exsidian into a pack and placed it back into a compartment on his trading cart. “Thank you for the business.”
“Sure,” muttered the other Agori, taking the knife and examining it as he walked away. But then he stopped and looked back.
“I’ve got to say -- this is some quality craftsmanship.”
Lein grinned as he urged the Sand Stalker onwards. Who said trading was all about tricking the other person, when an honest man secured his customer’s trust?
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He hadn’t traveled much farther into the village of the jungle Agori before he came to his destination.
It was a squat structure, built out of the trunk of a very large, very wide tree behind it. Its walls, unlike many other buildings nearby, were a dark brown wood -- stained, most likely. Lein halted his Sand Stalker not too far from the door and waited.
He didn’t have to wait long -- Dyra walked out before the minute was up. She smiled at Lein, a brilliant smile that had compelled him to begin dating her from the first time he’d seen it.
Dyra showed Lein the wares she had obtained: a hunting knife, some new armor, and herbs used mainly in natural remedies. Lein nodded approvingly as he looked over his girlfriend’s purchases; she could be as good a haggler as himself more often than not. Yet another reason he liked her.
“...And I managed to get it all for just four pounds of exsidian,” she finished. “I haggled for at least five minutes before we even got anywhere. It’s a nice catch, eh?”
Lein gave another approving nod.
“So how did you do? Any big sales?”
Lein shrugged and took out a pack, shaking it as he lifted it before Dyra’s eyes. A rattle -- a rather metallic-sounding rattle -- came from within. She looked around the bag to met Lein’s even gaze and grinned.
“As always,” she remarked, “you’ve done well. Five pounds, right?”
“Four and a half,” Lein corrected.
She shrugged, rolling her eyes in mock exasperation. “Sure. Four and a half.” She wrapped her arm around his shoulders and smiled. “It’ll still even out the costs I spent on obtaining those other wares.”
The sun was low in the sky off to the west, its golden rays turning golden-orange as they wafted down between the tree leaves of the forest of Bota Magna. Dyra glanced up at the orb of light and asked, “So where to now?”
“Home, I suppose.” He wrapped his own arm around Dyra’s shoulders. She grinned. “We’ll be hitting another village tomorrow -- a major one. We ought to get some sleep.”
Last edited by Legolover-361 on 16th July 2011, 8:31 am; edited 10 times in total
), easy to transport and fairly sturdy(coins). So I would think that exsidian would be used primarily for coins, and rich people would get to make armour and weapons out of it.
