Hero’s Tale VYA – Part 4 ROWing along

I’m combining 2 posts into 1 today. Let’s go through the votes for Part 4 first:

A) No, he needs to hurry on his journey. – 0 Votes
B) Yes, he can take a little time to assist. – 5 Votes

Another overwhelming vote. Hmm… I don’t think the result will be pretty.

As for my ROW80 update… Writing wise, the last two days were non-existent, other than a small amount of plotting for the next steps of my VYA here, and the serial I am planning. I expected that, so not a big deal to me. Otherwise, as you see, I have some writing to get to in the next couple days. I think it will be exciting.

Sorry I don’t have more. It’s a quiet day, and I want to see how much writing I can get in.

I added a late email vote.

Row80 2/12 Check-in

I would say that I’m doing a lot better compared to my last check-in on Wednesday. Part 4 finally got posted. I wanted to get it up Fri, but that was my fault for not getting it edited fast enough. I might try and write both possibilities, but that will take time from other writing.

I haven’t done a ton of other writing. I’m finding that doing the VYA is somewhat draining. You have 2-3 days to write and edit a 1,000 word piece. I’m not quite used to that yet. Thus, I haven’t done anything on my main work yet. A bit annoying, but I know it’s my own fault for not working on it. I will get to it soon.

I did get to a few other ROW80 blogs last week, and I’m going to attempt to get to more this week as well. I’m one of the quiet children in the group, but I know that already.

Tonight though, I’m relaxing a bit. After all, I need to do research for my blog post about the game I’m currently playing.

Hero’s Tale VYA – Part 4

Votes are now closed. I’ll have the official results later. Although, it shouldn’t B to hard to tell.

This is the fourth part of a Vote Your Adventure story. More information is here. If you need to catch up, go read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3. Voting will close Wednesday, February 15, 2012. Enjoy!

Bardulf finished packing his new equipment away; he was finally ready to leave. As he led his horse through town, he heard people whispering and felt their stares. By now most knew that an attack had happened at Lord Belmont’s manor the previous night. The steward had managed to keep the details secret, but they knew that Bardulf was somehow involved. It was unnerving. He was glad when he reached the western edge of town and left those gazes behind.

A sunny sky traveled with him for the first two days, tempering the cool early spring air. The western road that Bardulf took was quiet. Other than a small group of guards and soldiers to keep the peace, there were few travelers. There was little worry of thieves or bandits because there was no profit that far west. On the second day, Badulf passed through the last real village in Karathon. He stopped in a tavern for a break and to listen to news. The only thing that he heard was a rumor that rebels had begun to gather in the mountains north of Dawncrest.

He enjoyed the travel. Since he started farming, there was not as much time to get out into the forests. After spending so many years out of them, he found that he missed them.

The third day began like the previous, but the rumble of storms rolled in with clouds. By midmorning, the rain began. Bardulf pulled the hood of his cloak up, and tightened the laces to keep the rain out.

As the rain fell, Bardulf perceived something strange. Some of the rain was streaked with blue light. He stopped his horse and looked around. Blue tinted rain was an anomaly that he was familiar with. He observed an animal trail off to the side. Bardulf dismounted, and led his horse along the path. The blue rain stopped as soon as he stepped off the road.

The rain slowed and clouds moved away as he picked his way along the animal trail. Even after years of neglect, Bardulf found that his tracking skills had not diminished. A paw print here, an overturned rock there; all those clues helped tell where to go. He finally found what he was searching for and picked it up. The small rounded stone stuck out because its deep blue color was marred by cracks and scratches.

To anyone else, it was just a stone. But the faint scratches were runes. This stone was inscribed with Fae magic, and had been placed near a ring of mushrooms. These were called fairy rings because people thought fairies danced around them in the moonlight. Those who knew or studied the Fae marveled at how close they really were.

Bardulf tied the horse to a tree, and scratched its muzzle. “I’ll be back in a bit.” He stepped into the mushroom ring, while rubbing the stone. The runes in the stone began to glow, and the air before him began to shimmer. After a heartbeat, a short wooden archway appeared from nowhere, its own engraved runes glowing. Bardulf stooped down to step in and found himself in a small room. Out of habit, he turned and saw a closed wooden door.

The room was tall enough for him to stand comfortably, but his head brushed the ceiling. Bardulf leaned against the wall and took in the room while he waited. A small table sat in the middle with some herbs in jars and a fruit bowl. There was a wooden chair pulled up to the table. A fire burned in the fireplace, and it smelled like a soup was cooking in the black cauldron.

“How many years has it been since we have seen each other, Bardulf?” A voice called out from around the corner where he couldn’t see. “Five summers? Six?”

Bardulf thought a moment. “Ten, I believe.”

“You live only two days away, and you don’t visit?”

“My farm keeps me busy.”

The only reply was a sigh as the owner of the voice stepped into sight. The speaker was much shorter, standing as tall as Bardulf’s waist. His pale green hair fell to his shoulders, and was tied off at the back with a leather cord. A large blue feather stuck out from his hair as well. Bright golden eyes stared at Bardulf, looking him over. The elf’s pointed ears twitched as Bardulf met the piercing gaze. “Of all you Rangers, I didn’t expect you to desert us, Bardulf. You were the most gifted student I had in recent memory. You enjoyed patrolling the wilderness, keeping the wild creatures away from villages.”

Bardulf scoffed. “Not this argument again. That is why I haven’t returned to see any of you. I can’t support my family hunting wild animals for the rest of my life. Not anymore.” He sighed. “The blue streaks of rain meant you had an urgent request for a Ranger. Tell me now, or let me leave. I am on an important journey and don’t have time for idle chatter.”
The elf pulled the chair out, and sat down. He scratched one of his large feet. “Impatient as always, I see. Three nights ago, an unknown creature came through the forest and just disappeared. I have searched for clues, but turned up nothing. I was hoping that a pair of human eyes could find something that I missed.”

“You stopped me for a creature that probably became a meal for a predator? It could have been a bear or even a mountain cat.”

The elf shook his head. “You know better. I would have found a carcass, or at least an area where the hunt happened. The area I found looked like something large crashed through the tree canopy. There was no sign of anything large leaving. Only the footprints of a human making their way to the road.” The small man took a bite of a piece of fruit, and tossed an apple to Bardulf. “Will you give me some help, or not?”

Bardulf took a bite and made his decision.

Inventory: bow, 4 quivered arrows, hatchet, dagger, flint & steel, traveling cloak, heart necklace, 88 coins in a pouch, food for traveling, 5 packets of healing herbs, rope, compass (items bought in Part 3 are in bold)
Health: broken ribs

Should Bardulf help the elf out, and search the area?
A) No, he needs to hurry on his journey.
B) Yes, he can take a little time to assist.

Row80 2/8 Check-in

It’s been a bit of a frustrating week. My VYA is going well, even if it’s a small group of people commenting. I haven’t been writing as much as I would like. Last week was rough, and it just wasn’t easy to get any words down. I was working on Part 4 last night, and just felt distracted. Yup, I’ve been a lazy, non disciplined writer.

I feel like I’m at a frustrating point. I want to keep writing, but I have all those doubts nagging at me. I know I’m no Jack London, or JRR Tolkein. I know my writing can improve. It’s a matter of slogging through all those doubts and worries, and writing. Taking the time I’ve got, and writing what I can. Even if that is only 10 words.

I’m hoping I’ll be able to finish Part 4 tonight, and have it ready for Friday. There are those blog posts that are calling to me as well. Sigh. Such is life, right?

Hero’s Tale VYA – Part 3 Shopping list

Thanks for the votes everyone! I am disappointed that there aren’t so many votes this time. It could be the type of vote I did this time. Either that or over the weekend really does work better for readers. I might move it back to over the weekend again. If I have too much trouble writing Part 4, I’ll do that this week. But that is for later, on to the votes.

Take a gander at the results for Part 3:
A) Travel Rations – 5 days rations for 23c – 1 Vote
B) Medicinal Herbs – 5 packets for 10c – 4 Votes
C) Rope – 9c – 4 Votes
D) Grapple – 17c – 0 Votes
E) Compass – 22c – 3 Votes
F) Map of western Karathon and the Wilds – 50c – 1 Vote
G) Nothing – 0 Votes

I’m glad this one allowed for ties. Bardulf spent 41 coins for the Herbs, Rope, and a Compass. There are 47 coins left now.

As a small tidbit, it looks like we’re taking a small detour before we get to Ruelinthal’s Edge.