The Beginning of the End General Thread 2 Featured October 25 , 2006

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You are given the beginning of a story and you get to finish the tale!

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The rules of this event are quite simple, really. Flavia Amytas will begin a story for which you get to write the end. You have a literary, free license to write whatever you wish, providing it is within the CoC. This event won't be judged or a contest. Instead it is for you to kick back, get your creative juices flowing and have fun!! And here's our beginning: 'No-one has ever found her purpose to be firm....' In a dark city back street, solitary figures pad softly towards a tavern, which does not invite customers within its doors; with good reason, for this establishment is dedicated to the Assassins of Mesopotamia. Its members come from an elite group, who are steely eyed and firm of purpose. However one of these figures, padding softly down the street, is not quite so steely eyed as she should be; Flavia who had partied into the wee small hours, was more red-eyed than anything else, and her gait lacked stability. No-one has ever found her purpose to be firm. Following her new found colleagues, Flavia gave the required signal – a tap, in 4 beat time, with a fortissimo flourish (No, please don’t ask me to explain) and mumbled the password ‘Sod’s Law’ Her entrance was regarded with scorn and dismay, but her credentials were irrefutable: but only because her uncle had been a senior member of the Guild, and a very accomplished dagger mechanic. No one, it was said could slide a knife in, just like Hepmet. On his death, his membership was inherited by Miss Flavia, who, it must be said, was known to like pearls, other people’s pearls, that is. There was a murmur as Flavia took her seat, and an enraged figure pointed a quivering finger at her. “That hussy is no Assassin, why that little trollop pinched my wallet last Thursday!” Flavia looked hurt, and a moist tear drop formed ( she practises a lot) and she sniffed loudly. Someone coughed “ Ahh well… the young Miss IS the niece of our revered , and dead , Prezident….” A voice from the back muttered that the’ Gods should have made off with the young Miss, and spared all our purses…..’

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* ApilIshtar Etana, Oct 11, 2006 - 21:34

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"...and you will make sure this guy never leaves the Feast!" (* Flavia Amytas, Oct 27, 2006 - 05:35 )
"Sniv... Siv... Shiv..." (* MacMorna Niafer, Oct 25, 2006 - 21:31 )
"I second Big Mac!" (* Fedelm Cruithni, Oct 25, 2006 - 16:20 )
The name's not sniv (* cc Cylon, Oct 25, 2006 - 15:32 )
Big Mac Lumbers Down the Stairs... (* MacMorna Niafer, Oct 25, 2006 - 14:56 )
no title (* cc Cylon, Oct 25, 2006 - 14:51 )
From my seat in the shadows, (* Fedelm Cruithni, Oct 25, 2006 - 13:37 )
"Gods should have made off with the young Miss, and spared all our purses….." (* ApilIshtar Etana, Oct 25, 2006 - 01:22 )
This thread is now open (* ApilIshtar Etana, Oct 24, 2006 - 23:24 )
'No-one has ever found her purpose to be firm....' (* Flavia Amytas, Oct 18, 2006 - 18:55 )


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