Dawn of the Iconoclast: A Darkened Journey (11)
(this was supposed to be #10 oops!) Traian moved through the woods. The terrain changing from wooded, grassy hills, to rocky slopes. Traian new what he was…
On rare occasions, stories are told backwards. In this challenge, the first story is the last. To set the scene, I have provided the first story below. Rules: All participants must enter their stories by clicking the "Participate" button, with the understanding that they are obligated to continue the story backwards from the last entry. Setting is pseudo-medieval fiction. There is no magic. Technology is limited - no steampunk. Think Roman Era. Every story must contain the main character. There is no limit to your entries, but you may not enter two stories in a row. Otherwise, feel free to create side characters, locations and plot. Ultimately, we want to find out how the main character ended up in the last story. Each prequel should build on what is already written, to the best of your ability. A winner will be chosen based upon integration, ingenuity, and style, but the real purpose is to experience the adventure as it happens... ...esrever ni...
(this was supposed to be #10 oops!) Traian moved through the woods. The terrain changing from wooded, grassy hills, to rocky slopes. Traian new what he was…
The Countess viciously screamed as she charged at Sybil with her sword. Sybil dodged, the metal swishing above her head as she ducked and rolled to across the…
Traian could not believe his eyes, nor his betraying hands, so recently fouled with the blood of his boyhood friend, as they gripped the hem of Sq’Aborm the…
The figures arrayed in a circle around Traian were hooded, so that he could not see their faces though he knew each of them well. The effect was unsettling at…
Traian walked with measured paces through the city. The evening had dispersed the crowds, leaving the streets hollow and full of settling dust. A bank of…
Muting Traian’s footsteps upon entry, the woven rug stretched from the vestibule, along the colonnade, and up the stairs to the distant altar. He moved past…
The long, nimble finger traced the path of the stream through the forest, a finger attached to a hand that was as deadly as any weapon a blacksmith could…
“I won’t be a part of this any more, Traian!” Bethseba shouted. “I used to believe in you but the last of that belief has been stolen by the crows that shadow…
Darkness smothered the forest like a heavy, damp pillow as Traian surgically picked his way through the underbrush. The wind was growing stronger, making the…
Traian adjusted his grip on his still-sheathed sword, closed his eyes and took a slow breath. The Magnuroc had told him they would ask much of him and had told…
Rain was flung down from the black sky, droplets stinging against Traian’s skin, melting the carnage off his body in bloody rivulets. Flowing water dripped in…