Whoops, forgot to close the votes late last night.
I’ll take the blame for so few votes. I was lax about getting it out there. So, now Bardulf gets to visit the village first hand. With the Super Bowl tomorrow night, I don’t think I’ll be able to get it ready for Monday. As well as my track record is for keeping a deadline right now, I won’t promise anything. Just watch the blog, or my Twitter feed, or Facebook if you follow me.
This week’s entry is a bit shorter. Everyone thought Bardulf was being a bit silly trying to go off on his own, so what happens next? Time to find out. As usual, if you want to catch up with the rest of the series, go click on Vote Your Adventure up top. Voting will be open until Friday, February 1, 2012.
“Bardulf laughed to himself. ”You’re right, Burnum. I have worked alone far too long, and fall into bad habits easily. We have six days until the other warriors arrive. We need to start planning." He looked up and found that Burnum offered a hand to help him up. Bardulf took it.
“Come, friend. We have battle to plan.”
They returned to the cave and found that two of the men were gone. They had gone into the village. Burnum was visibly alarmed, and Bardulf felt his stomach sink. That was the dumbest thing those two could have done.
Bardulf held his frustration, and placed his hand on Burnum’s shoulder. “Don’t worry right now. You all have been gone long. It isn’t surprising a few left. We will talk to the two when they return. Right now, we need to determine how strong the enemy is. How many men are we looking to fight against?”
Burnum thought for a moment. “We have talked of freedom long. Someone in village will have idea of number.”
“Which is exactly where we shouldn’t go,” Bardulf sighed. “Those two fools are already risking a lot,” he mumbled.
As if that thought was a summons, the two missing men ran into the cave. They looked spooked, and both of them glanced at Bardulf before speaking.
Bardulf watched Burnum’s face range from anger to worry as the two spoke. Finally Burnum translated what they said.
“We went to village to see families quickly. We want be back before you. Never made it. Shaman caught us. She yelled for leaving you. She asked us to relay a message to Bardulf. You need to visit her tonight in her hut.”
Bardulf frowned. “Did she say why?”
Burnum relayed the question. The two men shook their heads.
“Should I go, Burnum?”
The man shrugged. “Choice yours. But not wise to anger shaman.”
Inventory: hatchet, flint & steel, traveling cloak, heart necklace, 80 coins in a pouch
Health: broken left arm
Should Bardulf go visit the shaman?:
A) Yes.
B) No.
Thanks again everyone! Again, sorry about it being so late. So, how did the voting turn out?
A) Yes. Go back to the cave and start planning. – 3 Votes
B) No. It is a good time to go scout the enemy in the darkness. – 0 Votes
I won’t say I’m surprised. I suspected that was the direction it would go. Although, as the writer, I won’t say I don’t usually have a direction I’d like to go, which happened to be B this time. Oh well.
I’m going to give myself an extra week this time. For two reasons, actually. The first is that I’m writing a short story now. It’s for something called TaleJam. The idea being that we take an idea, and write 2,000 to 8,000 words. This first inaugural one is Civil War Werewolf.
The other reason is that I have a project for work that I want to be able to work on a few nights as well.
So, on to war planning. After all, like Matt mentioned, there are only a few days before the full moon.
It’s a new year, and time for the next part of the story. I hope I have answered your questions as we enter the next stage of the story. If you want to read previous entries, go to Vote Your Adventure up top for the list. I am going to have voting go until Friday, January 11, 2012.
If you are interested, I’ve also posted two-year in reviews. A Personal one, and a Writing one. Now, onto the story. Enjoy!
“Your father?” Bardulf couldn’t hide his surprise. Burnum simply nodded. Bardulf looked over the chief, who studied Bardulf. He guessed that the chief was a few years younger than himself, since the chief’s dark beard had only some gray streaks as opposed to his own that was gray streaked with brown. The chief was obviously older, but they were not as far apart in age as Bardulf expected.
The chief frowned and began speaking with Burnum. They went back and forth. Burnum pointed to Bardulf as they spoke. The chief finally nodded, but the frown remained. He began speaking to Bardulf, his voice low and rough, while Burnum translated.
Thanks for the comments. And yes, I forgot to close them on Fri. The week was suddenly over before I knew it. I was hoping to have the next part up on Monday or Tuesday, but I fear I’m running late. Not to mention that even with only two comments, you both gave me some great questions!
Thanks again. All the comments and participation is what makes this so much fun.