A Game from a Forsaken Gleeman

[Asmodean82 0]

Okay, here's a game for all you creative types. It's known by some as telephone story. One person (myself in this case) starts a story, telling only the first two sentences of that story, and the next person adds two sentences conveying the next event.

They can be as long as is grammatically correct. So in other words don't run on to death with a single sentence, but that said it can still be as long as you like.

 

I figured the first story should probably be set in WoT world given.... well the web-site and all that

 

Okay, here a goes.

 

Milan adjusted his color shifting cloak tight around his shoulders as he accessed the surrounding corridor. Shadows danced in the torch light as his charge, sharp eyed and darkly striking, Amarah Aes Sedai, impatiently nudged him forward with her ivory wrought ruinic staff.

[Tosh 8]

Milan, having deemed the corridor as safe, allowed himself one fleeting moment of relaxation. He hated things like this, sure he hated the regular run of the mill old bloodstained battlefield too, but situations like this, where you can't even see the people wanting to rip your spine out was worse.

[Tosh 8]

(( Pah, will someone continue this already? Anyway I thought it would be fun to make the Milan guy hate fighting. Making him different from the normal cold as ice stony warders. Thats what I wanted convey a bit in my sentances. Feel free to change that though if you have a different idea. ))

[Ekho 52]

Milan hadn't taken two steps when he heard a blood curdling scream. He hadn't taken two steps towards the noise when an arrow sailed out of the darkness. Snatching it out the air he put the point to his nose and sniffed it. "Poison" he declared.

[Tosh 8]

Amarah, her staff cutting through the shadows like an executioners axe and her face set in a grim visage to match, ordered Milan to slowly advance. And with her behind him, no doubt testing the very air itself with small tendrils of power, Milan felt very much like he was going to the chopping block, 'then again' he reflected 'the executioner is on my side.'

[Asmodean82 0]

Allowing herself an ironic smile, Amarah hissed,"It appears that we are not unexpected."

Nodding Milan casually ducked as another arrow flew past him, and well to the left of Amarah.

[Marie 73]

And then, Nynaeve showed up.

[Kaitlin 22]

Milan tried not to let the fact of Nynaeve's large and cumbersome hat, decorated with contrasting plumes and what looked like pine cones, distract him from the highly alarming arrows he and his Aes Sedai, and now this second Aes Sedai, were being made the targets of. However, Amarah was unsuccessful.

[Marie 73]

And then Nynaeve began to sing.

[Ekho 52]

The singing caused all the arrows to suddenly stop, and a bunch of tinkers rounded the corner. "The song," one cried "we have finally found the song."

[jan 14]

Nynaeve paused mid-song, her face red with rage; she gave her braid a hard tug as she said: "MINE!"

[Kaitlin 22]

Amarah looked from Nynaeve to the Tinkers and shouted, betraying all of her Aes Sedai cool, "What the snap were you doing shooting arrows, you Tinkers?!".

 

Nynaeve tugged and tugged her braid, and tugged and tugged, and tugged. And she tugged.

[Mea 0]

Until her head fell of. Milan pinched himself, hoping that it would wake him up. This couldn't be anything but a very strange nightmare.

[Marie 73]

And then, Nynaeve very calmly put her head back on.

[jan 14]

No one had noticed, but under the cover of his shape shifting cloak, Lan had come, and was standing silently in the corner.