My Up Comeing Fan Fiction.
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Right as promised here is a scene from Chapter 2.
Stuart found himself in the middle of Wolfenden market. It was bustling as ever. A man in Blue and cream cloths noticed him. His piercing blue eyes lit up and he made his way over.
“Good day young sir Edward Deal’s The Name Making Deal’s the game. Now who do I have the pleasure of diddling….errr dealing with?”
“Caution is advised when dealing with this man team. Edward Deal all though neutral by his own admissions would shake your hand one minuet and slit your throat the next for a few silver pieces.” Treguard advised.
“He’s a no good slime ball and a con artist.” Elita chimed in “Once sold me a dodge firestone for Smirky. Poor Smirkenorff ate it and was ill for a month turned out he’d given me a green stone he’d used magic on to make it look red.”
“Stuart is my name.” “Stuart well charmed I’m sure".
"I do a nice sideline in charms actually now you bring it up. But first things first your looking a bit peckish so here you go a loaf of bread on the house courtesy of Edward Deal."
Edward slipped the bread into the knapsack and Stuart felt his energy restoring. “So I suspect that since you follow the quest you want the day word. Since I’m a generous sort of chap I’ll give it to you for that bar of silver how about it?”
After a debate the team agreed and Stuart handed the Silver over. "A Pleasure doing business with you the password is Rat Fink got that Rat Fink.”
Richard, Abbie & Gemmar looked at each other doutfully. “Right well I best be off lots of other folks to deal with Ta tar a bit.”
Deal disappeared into the market.
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Bows, overwhelmed. Thank you, thank you!
I'd like to blame my agent, my manager, my family... with particular condemnation for my brother... I'd like to condemn Drassil and GG for being much better at composing posts than me, Emii for being a better writer than me, Elita for being better at insulting people than me...
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aaaww hugs
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Heres another snipet from Chapter 2 for you guys to mull over and pass coment on if you like.
They next came on a very comical scene. A man in a coat a size to big for him and blue and green cheeked trousers was rummaging about in a chest in the middle of the greenwood.
“Oh Great.” Elita sighed rolling her eyes “That’s all we need its that stupid Hobo Magician Tom Troughton.” “Just because he acts the clown Elita dose not mean he is on. After all appearances can be deceptive.” Treguard replied.
Turning to the Abbie, Richard & Gemmar he advised, “As you have no doubt guessed this fellows name is Tom Troughton. A hobo magician that’s some one who wanders the lands who although highly skilled in magic is not a mage. He can prove to be helpful but at the moment he appears to have other things on his mind.”
“Oh for crying out loud and peters sake, I can’t have lost it.”
He tosses some papers out of the chest. “Oh Bumble Bees were did I put the blessed thing.” He spots Stuart out of the corner of his eye, “Not Now My Dear chap. I have mislaid something of mine and I am trying to find it.”
The team debated “Could he be after the recorder?” Abbie enquired, “I don’t think so.” Gemmar answered “The scroll said music for a clown not a magician.” “But he dose look like one a bit in that coat.” Abbie countered, “and he certainly is acting like one.” Richard added, “I say we ask if it’s the recorder he’s after.” “That’s what I think as well brother.” “I’m not sure but ok.” “Stuart. Ask him if it’s a recorder he’s lost.” Abbie instructed
“Excuse me is it a recorder your after?” Not looking at Stuart “It is indeed my good man. Why?” “Because I think I’ve found it.”
Tom spun round “Are my recorder thank you so much for finding it.” He played a few notes on his recorder. “Oh I do wish he’d shut up.” Elita moaned “his music is worse then his magic.”
“Now then to business my name is Tom Troughton a wandering musician and Hobo magician, at your service.”
“My name is Stuart. “Delighted to meet you my dear chap.” I owe you a favour for returning my recorder so what do you need.”
“Asking if he knows the password or how to get past the Mire-Trog.” Was Richards’s advice. Stuart repeated the question to Tom. “Hmmmm.. I don’t know about the password you’d be better asking Motley or his bride to be Jane Ragnell. But I can tell you how to get passed the Mire-Trog."
“Once you are passed The Blocker take the second left hand door in the multiple-choice room, there is a trapdoor in that room it will drop you down right beside Smirkenorff."
“I don’t know how to open it but you might meat some one who dose, what I can do though is grant you the spell FLOAT it will allow you to drop safely. There you got all that? Good, well I must be off."
"If you need my help in Level 2 though my calling name is Pat, call three times Ok? Toodle Pip then Stuart.”
With that he disappeared from view.
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Skarkill, I am delighted that you've decided to turn your hand to fanfic writing, and I've no doubt that you're enjoying it; but I think I'm going to wait until you've finished the story before I read through it myself and review it. Is that OK?
(By the way, when you've finished it, it's a good idea to sign up to http://www.fanfiction.net and post it there, as most of the Knightmare stories 'live' there. And/or you could submit the story to Illusion, to be included in the next website update.)
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