Medievil Madness (Story) by JordanT
This story is a work of fiction and has references to the medievil times in Europe. This story also contains the following:
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I suggest you keep a dictionary at hand and read at risk. Not a horror, but some deaths might take place. A sentry of a legendary kingdom finds things mysterious lately, so he investigates....
The story begins in the comments as of Easter day, so be ready!
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21 Apr, 2014, 1:21 am
It was getting to be night, as shown by marmalade skies among the minimal hills of lush greens. The trees were beginning to grow their fruits whilst the prosperous kingdom stood among it all. A young sentry by the name of Gordon was at the end of his day shift. His pike glistened at the tip as well as his chainmail suit. "Fine day, don't you think?", came a rough voice. It was that of the cheif guard, known as Thachet. Nary of the villagers ever knew his real name. Thachet was rubicund of visage to a degree that you likely could say a toddler shaped his face of Play-Doh. "Another peaceful one at that, cheif.", responded Gordon. "Yeah, don't get too full of yourself now, you hear?" In addition to his facial disorder, his voice was slightly slurred. "Yeah yeah. I heard that as much times as I heard false alarms." "Right back at 'cha. Speaking of which, they really need to get their eyes checked."
10 May, 2014, 2:00 am
"Makes me wonder how they became a guard in the first place," Gordon lightly stated. "Well, you're dismissed to your living quarters. G'day to you." "You as well, cheif" As Gordon traveled around the village, he never realized how treacherous it could be. There were mur.ders, poverty, small room to walk, and little known respect to be found. When he arrived at the premises of his quarters, he found a note tacked upon the door. The brazier to the side was unlit, but it was still easy to read among the some of the glistening blood.
12 May, 2014, 10:55 pm
(I apologize, 3DS wouldn't post last one)
Upon his espy of the note, he suspected that it might be true and ventured forth into his living quarters. The candle was suspiciously lit, whilst a pungent and noisome stench arose. In the middle of the room, his wife lay dead, death by some type of tortures not seen by the naked eye. Her clothes were tattered and had hole aplenty, making up for none of the cuts shown. There were shears, bruises, scratches, and some type of indentations as if jabbed by the end of a bo-staff. Before reacting, a cruel and quite frigid voice materialized near his left ear. "Home sweet home...." Just then, a blunt tool hit him upon his temple, rendering to sprawl amongst the floor. "Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite...." The candle was blown out.
THE END