The Tale Of Shakur The Red, 4 chapters lost on my old PC, argh! Options

[Red]

After creating, scrapping, re-writing, editing and losing every one of the created chapters, here is the rewritten, rough copy prolouge of my FF.

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Prolouge, Blessed blood and the man named Curse.

Describing the Ir Shin family is as hard as raising the dead, though it is possible, as is raising the dead. They are blessed.

Blessed by the strength that was so natural to them, the magick that ran through their veins, the knowledge that flowed from their mouths and in the rare case, the swords that came from their minds. Though the most interesting of them all, sixteen year old Shakur Ir Shin, was blessed with Curse.

Every night Curse was in his dreams and nightmares. Whether a cameo or a leading role, he twisted the plots of Shakur's dreams. Though he spoke backwards and sometimes as other people, Curse was very different and sometimes much more helpful than your usually nightmare creature. He unraveled mysteries and turned them into riddles. Though he was a mystery himself, he was careful to hide his appearence, using the faces of people such as famous people such as Vivec and Cyrus, or he may use the face of someone Shakur saw on his daily walk like a librarian or a side walk sweeper.
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Chapter One, First to enter, first to leave.

Dylxexes the younger of the first era, states quite clearly that an adventure can only truly begin three ways, by death, by slur or by letter. We start Shakur's great travels wit the first of three, the least wanted but most common way to start an adventurer off on a journey.

Rain poured down the streets of Sentinel, rolling through the cobble stone and then through the dirt and rock. It flowed and rolled unusually for only seven centimetres of water, but that wasn't what was the worst thing of the night. The cracking thunder and fierce lightning had shocked the mast of a ship earlier, delaying the fishing trip of Reyad Ir Shin, Shakur's father, a fisherman, former battle mage.

So Reyad stayed for dinner, and once again there was enough food for two families. Shakur, Fayval, Shakur's mother, Iszaza, Shakur's sister, Reyad and Hides-from-eyes, a good friend of Shakur, sat around the dinner table eating the two large fish, topped with imported herbs and spices and surrounded by imported fruits and vegetables. They ate and talked of Reyad and Fayval's adventures, they told jokes and riddles, and distracted themselves from the coming horror.

Five flaming arrows pierced deep within the wooden shingles of the ceiling. Thunder boomed and rolled and the lightning snapped and cracked through the sky and rain. The top hinge of the wooden front door burst with a bang as loud as the thunder, and two large Imperial spearmen and a Bosmer mage scrambled over the broken door and in to the Ir Shin house. Reyad grabbed three swords from the katana rack that stood proudly inside a ornate wooden closet. Shakur, Reyad and Hides-from-eyes were armed, and Fayval raised her arms ready to cast spells and Iszaza readied her axe.

The attack group entered the dining room to find Reyad jump off of the smallest
Imperials head, landing behind the Bosmer as Shakur stabbed the smallest Imperial in the face. Shakur was used to sword weilding and the attack positions of the ancient Yokuda, and readied himself to duck the next Imperials thrust. Hides-from-eyes threw his sword, which dove deep into the attacking Imperials left arm. Reyad slit the Bosmer's throat while Shakur set the remaining Imperial aflame with a strong fireballl. Thus proving that a family containing two Ansei is a force to be reckoned with.
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Chapter two, Oh how the mind does collide.

"I told you!" Curse yelled loudly with a new body and voice. "I told you get ready and you just ignored my warning. Look what you've done! Two dead! Two!" Curse was not a man that resorted to brutish yelling to prove a point on a regular basis, but today he was more than angry. He had been dissapointed and ignored. And ignorence is not bliss in the mind of a young Ansei, but weakness.

"Don't scare the l-la-d-d, boy! He al.. on-la, he's gone through alo...much today! So stop yelling!" Virdlev's face was turning red and his anger rose. He often got angry at curse for reasons such as yelling at Shakur. Virdlev was not one for words, and stuttered when he talked loudly and influencially. Though the fact that he was a 7 foot Nord that carried a Daedric Dai-Katana that was bigger than it's wielder could influence anyone without any change of tone or speed.

Shakur watched the arguement as he always did in his dreams, anxiously. When will Curse say the next riddle? Will Virdlev reveal where another interesting location is? When will they stop bickering and have a rather long debate over who is right? The arguements where much like the plays Shakur's dad had explained. Though Shakur himself had never been to a play he understood much of the things that regularly go on. The dancing, the heroes, the villians, and how they sometimes ended in agreement.

Curse kept hollering and Virdlev kept studdering, until only one word was recognizable, Reinius. A name perhaps? A place or a person? What was it? Shakur was confused, and then, he entered. He walked through a once un-seen door with his beutiful Imperial face held high. His posture was that of a boats mast and the long, ornate purple and golden robe wrapped around him concealing his armoured body.

Shakur stood up tall and proud, though his posture nowhere near that of Reinius. he then noticed the mirror beside him, and the reflection of himself, wearing the armor of many cultures and long his hair was long and dreaded. His dream ended, though Reinius said one simple and yet increadibly interesting sentence, "Welcome to the future, present".

He said the word present with a smile, and said it as if it were a cleaver monicker. Present was the word with more than one meaning. It was the word that was on Shakur's mind as Reinius left the dream. It was the word Shakur said as he awoke from his dream.

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Yay! Updated! Once again, sorry for the wait, and also, sorry for apologizing so much .

This post has been edited by Red: Aug 22 2005, 04:46 PM

[Red]

Ok, I admit it, I didn't update when planned. Instead, I started a new FF. Sorry about that gys, but without further explanation, a new chapter! Yay!


Chapter Four, Entering the wrong Bow

Shakur had his chores done early and made sure to get his sword and spell work done early. Shakur knew that his father was proud of his sword and spell skills and was always happy when Shakur got them done early. It was almost nightfall when Shakur started eating supper, he had missed the normal supper while he was practicing so his mother had left some fish and fruits for him. Shakur loved fish and so did his family, and occasionally, though not today, Reyad wold catch a tastey shark in his net.

Shakur finished his supper, and speedily walked out thefront door, food still in his mouth and throwing on a black cloak. "Going out!" he yelled, making sure not to spit out any food. He looked left, then right, then behind him before putting a katana into his sheith. The katana was long and heavy, though Shakur was tall and strong enough to weild it. "Make sure you get some sleep today eh Shakur!" his mother yelled from upstairs, she was practicing the Dunmeri alphabet for the coming trip. The door closed with a thud, the thick wood and steel mostly responsible for the noise. Shakur's mother noticed something, Shakur and Reyad were both out. "Oh, if Reyad is having Shakur come down down for a drink, I'll show him Oblivion lives here" she said jokingly, though she hoped very much that Reyad wasn't having Shakur drink. She understood why Reyad drank, it helped him fight, but Shakur wasn't getting in to many fights at sixteen years old. Well, she hoped Shakur wasn't getting in to many fights at sixteen years old.

Anyways, back to our hero. Shakur walked down the streets which had been lighted by torches. The darkness on this street wasn't very scary though, no muggers, no thieves and no one that would kidnap him and hold him for ransom. Guards frequented the streets, holding torches which further brightened the streets. Shakur turned left and then walked through the alley way that street led to. Two Khajiits where standing in the alley way. Actually, they frequently stood in the alley way. Shakur walked up to the two Khajiit, waving a hand. "Hello Shakur, fine day is it not?" Said Do'Jo, happily. Dar'Dro smiled and talked "Yes, it is a fine day. Thanks to you Ja'Do'Jo. You are among friends and close goods friends we are. Anything you want, we can handle". Shakur smiled, not suprised about how good a mood they were in. Shakur's father gave them a job years ago and had let them into his house when they were facing hard times. "I too believe its a good day. And am happy to see you two fine Suthay-raht are here" Shakur was proud that he knew of many of the Khajiit forms and many meanings of Khajiit words. "Ah, he is kind and smart" said Dar'Dro, still with a smile on his face. "And don't forget generous. This is the Redguard who got us jobs. He's the one who told his generous dad about the Khajiit fishermen that were living on the street and the one who convinced his dad to give us a shelter. If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't be where we are now. And we thank you a thousand times. But enough about us, why exactly are you here?" said Do'Jo. "My father has asked for me to meet with him, so thats what I'm doing, though not here ofcourse" Shakur said, rubbing the small amount of hair on his head. "Well, you must let us escort you. We had nothing better to do and we were just here to talk and view the beautiful moons. But escorting a local hero, now that is an honour" Dar'Dro said smiling and putting on his chainmail headwear. "Well, I don't know abot the hero part, but it would be great to have you two escort me. But we must make haste, for it is almost nightfall and father will not like it if I am late" and with that, the three started walking.

The group, after another minute, found their way to the Wrong Bow. They entered, and saw something suprising as they walked through the doorway. A Redguard was beating down some Bosmeri fellow, surrounded by spectators. Shakur walked toward a in orcish armor and asked "What is going on? Is that a bloodring or just a random fight?". The man in the Orcish armor looked over to Shakur, and said in a deep Orkish accent "Ice is beating the stupid out of some racist Bosmer. The Bosmer was picking fights with what he called "wood brained" Nords. Ice wouldn't let that happen, so he asked him to leave. The Bosmer called him a stupid sand eater, and threw some punches. What he didn't know is the guy he was picking a fight with wasn't drunk, occasionally works crowd control and is ten times stronger than most men" the Orc talked very highly of this Ice, he was obviously a local legend. Shakur checked the letter again to see who he wanted to ask about, but it was unnecissary. In the text of the ote showed the name Reyad the Iceman, and it was obnious where Shakur's dad was. He was working crowd control in this bar. Shakur and the two Khajiits who had escorted him in walked into the crowd with Shakur, pushing through the drunks.