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So I wanted to share a small portion of writing with you all to see what you all think. I have always really told my tales verbally so getting it moved from my head to paper has been interesting so far. ~The Capital city of Abruzzo The seat of the kingdom of Royce, on the shiny outside is a strong land with a capable ruler. Gleaming towers of black and white reaching towards the sky and below those towers a major city thrives. The streets are busy and the people of Royce enjoy a good life, but for those in the know, that facade is quickly stripped away. Not many are more well-versed on the internal workings of Royce than Sebastian, the Royal counselor to the Queen. Sixteen years ago the King was killed during a small conflict that occurred during a royal visit to Ravenna. A local trade conflict had reached a fever pitch when the King arrived to speak with the Viceroy about military matters. During this conflict a stray bolt from a crossbow pierced the King’s neck killing him almost instantly. Sebastian and many others have called these random events into question but years of inquiries and research found the man that was at the other side of the crossbow that day but he died before he could face justice and his house was burned to the ground along with several blocks around the possible assassin’s home. One year ago the crown prince Draxx also vanished, again no one is able to prove any ill intent but the Prince was never known to be a reckless young man and running away did not fit his personality. No, Sebastian was convinced something else was at work here something sinister. Walking through the marbled white halls of the royal palace at Abruzzo, Sebastian arrives outside the Queen’s meeting room to discuss these events. He presses open the large oaken doors leading into the Queen’s meeting room with a groan coming from both the man and the doors they swing open. This was the personal meeting room for the Queen, the room is over sixty foot long and along the north wall stunning stained glass windows depict the life of Drake Royce, the first king of Royce. Filling the center of the room is a 30 foot long oak and spruce table crafted by the elves long ago as a gift the the Royce family. ‘Good morning my Queen.’ states Sebastian as he enters the meeting room ‘I am sorry it took me a few moments to get here.’ he bows towards her as he enters the room. Sitting at the head of a grand table is Queen Miranda Royce, an attractive middle-aged woman, her blonde hair slightly greying here and there. She is flanked by two guards who are dressed in full plate armor the coat of arms of Royce, a laurel surrounding a sword on a yellow background. ‘Please have a seat Sebastian, let's talk about what you have found.’ the Queen motions to the seat just off to her left. Sebastian pulls the chair out, making a loud creaking sound as the heavy chair slides against the stone. He sits down and begins to fidget with a stack of documents, scrolls and maps. It appears that Sebastian had not slept in some time. He finally comes across his notes among the various papers. ‘My Queen, I think I may have some proof that Draxx was taken but as of yet I have not been able to track down the abductors and I do not have any proof if he is still alive nor do I have any evidence he is not. I would have expected a ransom demand or some form of communication by now. Several local arcane spellcasters have scryed and did not find any trail of him which I have to say is a hopeful sign. I plan on travelling to Almeria to consult with the Oracle there, her powers surpass any of the local magi.’ ‘Sebastian you have been so faithful to our family and I hope you find my son, he is all I have left.’, turning towards one of her personal guardsmen ‘You will journey with Sebastian and ensure his safety.’ The young guard snaps to attention, ‘As you command.’ He bows deeply. ‘Alec, you will leave with Sebastian as soon as possible.’ Alec was newly assigned just this morning to stand watch in the Queen’s meeting room. He has only been in the capital for 2 weeks, having only recently finishing his rigorous 1 year training. He was told he would be in the capital this week but he had no idea he would standing with the Queen. ‘She actually knows my name.’ the young guard thinks to himself. Sebastian and Alec go to leave the meeting hall together, the guards assisting Sebastian in carrying some of the documents and papers. Even with the help Sebastian drops a scroll case on the floor and uses his foot the dribble it out the door before asking for Alec’s help to retrieve the stray scroll. ‘Alex, was it? Would you be so kind as to grab that case? Also can you please arrange for a carriage for us to head out with all haste to Almeria. Oh and gather some of your things I believe this is just the beginning of a long journey.’ hugging all of the documents to his chest the advisor leaves the guard in the hall. ‘I will be down in about one hour and we shall set out.’ Sebastian peers back around the corner, he then hurries down the marbled halls towards his personal bedchamber to prepare for the journey. Now standing alone in the hall the guard mutters ‘It’s Alec actually.’ But Sebastian has already disappeared down the hall. The young man hurries off to arrange the carriage and gather some of his personal effects for the long journey to the coastal city of Almeria. ~~~

Seems like you got a pretty good start. I like all the details! One thing you may want to work on is all the short sentences though, it has kinda a jerky feel like a car that keeps hitting the breaks every couple seconds, smooth it out and it'll be ready for the big time.

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Next section  ~~~ ~The small lakeside town of Oslo Lounging on the front porch of his modest home in his favorite rocking chair sits the gnome that gave this town it’s name. Oslo Sheppenheimer, famous bard, capable adventurer, lover of the half-elven, puffed at his pipe of his medicinal herbs as he looked out over the peaceful lake. He reaches over and picks up his wide-brimmed hat, decorating the hat on each side is a collection of rainbow colored feathers. He slides the hat on and smiles then skips off the front porch and heads towards the lake. Today is the day he teaches his adopted granddaughter, Elly how to fish, which he has been promising to do for years. Elly was not his blood but you would not know it based on how important she is to him, ever since her real father asked Oslo to raise her as his own. Oslo has always treated Elly as his very own and he trained her on the fine art of being a bard. Elly was already sitting at the lake trying to fixes the fishing line which had come untangled and was now threatening to wrap her up. ‘Oslo!’ the now embarrassed half-elf called out to her grandfather, the fishing line tangled in her silver hair and fully wrapping her left arm. Oslo snickers slightly to himself and helps Elly get untangled from the line, ‘I told you to wait for me, but I am happy to see you are so eager to learn.’ Oslo finishes untangling the line from Elly as he wraps the line back up, just as the last of the line is put away a courier comes down to the lake. Oslo stands up to accept the package being delivered but to his surprise the courier passes him and presents the missive to Elly. ‘Elly Sheppenheimer?, package for you Ma’am please sign here.’, the courier presents the letter to her. The fine thick parchment and the royal seal pressed into a purple wax just looks important, she grabs the parchment and cracks open the seal. Oslo tries to peer over her shoulder to see the contents after handing the messenger a gold. ‘This message is mine, Pappy Oslo’ Elly says shooing Oslo away, acting like the document was the most fancy thing she has ever received and mimicking her grandfather’s stance when he reads messages he gets. To the exalted bard Elly Sheppenheimer, I hope that you will accept this humble request to meet with me in one week’s time at the Halfway-In just outside the port town of Perth. This is an urgent request and you along with several others have been determined to be key figures in the destiny of the Kingdom of Royce and the surrounding areas. Should you accept this invite please tear this document in half, if you do not wish to embrace this quest then burn the letter as soon as you can. Sebastian Risk, Steward of Royce ‘Oh my Oslo, I was chosen by the royal court to undertake a grand adventure! Just like you and your friends always talk about, they want me, me Oslo can you believe it?’ Elly twirls around clutching the scroll to her chest, she then extends to paper at arm’s length and tears the document in half. The scroll tears slowly and as the rip in the fabric slides down the scroll small runes and pops of magic are released, the magic swirls around Elly for a moment and then gathers into a ball and soars away in the winds. ‘Ohhh..’ is the only reply the starry-eyed half-elf can muster, ‘I have to get ready, Oslo what should I wear to save the world?’

Awww what a sweet picture 

btw I almost expected Elly to break out into song at the end of that.  I can see it as a scene in a Disney movie :P

Fixed a few word placements that rubbed me wrong but just making sure Jen is ok with how Elly is pictured in her opening scene.

Next Intro is Trelic :)

~~~ ~The training barracks of the future royal guardsmen, Ravenna Trelic Lightpoint, sixteenth of his name, descended from the long brave line of Lightpoint, with ancestors that undertook noble quests and defeated powerful creatures for the realms of man in the glorious name of Malak’n, stood thigh deep in mud fighting to cross the final part of today’s obstacle course. The strong frame of the human paladin had endured a lot today, one of the final days of his training and he was looking forward to his advancement to the rank of a Queensguard in the coming month. The normally shining armor of the warrior was caked with mud and at least a little blood but this was his final test, his final trial before graduation. The final step through the mud seemed to take the longest but Trelic finally reached the end of the course, he allowed himself a slight smile as he removed his helmet tossing it to the ground. He pulled at the bindings of the plate armor slowly dropping piece after piece of the heavy training armor on the ground as he made his way to the barracks and a much needed bath. Squires and other future guardsmen followed behind gathering up the pieces of armor to clean and ready for the next trial but for now Trelic was done. ‘I did it Father, you would be so proud of me,’ Trelic thought to himself as he pictured his Father in the Lightpoint armor and carrying the Lightpoint, the weapon crafted for the first of his name by the dwarves hundred of years ago for his brave deeds. He stopped by a small altar to Malak’n outside the barracks and prayed for a moment, thanking his patron for the strength, courage and willpower to have completed the trials. Sitting in a water basin with steaming hot water Trelic now washed the mud out of his shoulder length blonde hair and just sat for a moment in the hot water of the tub. The quiet of the moment was disturbed by a messenger of the Queen standing next to the bath, ‘Trelic Lightpoint? Royal missive for you from the Steward of Royce, Sebastian.’ Trelic peered up at the messenger, his blue eyes slightly obscured by the steam of the bath water, ‘Yes, give me five minutes, I will come to you in the main room.’ ‘Yes, Sir I will wait there,’ the courier snapped his heels together and exited the room to the main barracks chamber. Trelic, who was really enjoying soaking his sore muscles in the hot water, emerged from the bath and got himself dressed and exited to the barracks, walking directly over to the royal messenger. ‘Thank you for waiting,’ Trelic extends his hand to receive the letter, he did not expect to receive his assignment until after he had fully completed his training but he was sure this was good news, he snapped open the purple seal. Trelic Lightpoint, 16th of his name, I hope this royal message finds you well, your presence is required for a mission for the Royal family of Royce. The full details of the mission will be given to you in person by the Steward of Royce in the port town of Perth, please make haste to the Halfway-In just outside of Perth in one-week’s time. The future and security of the Kingdom of Royce is in jeopardy and you and the others chosen for this task have been hand-picked to help steer the destiny of our land. When you have completed reading this letter please tear the letter in half and discard of the pieces. May Malak’n guide your hand. Sebastian Risk, Steward of Royce He ponders the note of just a few minutes before tearing the letter down the center, sending magic runes and sparks flying from the scroll which then coalesce into a small ball of magic which soars into the sky. Not wasting any time the knight gathers his belongings and decides he will have just enough time to stop and visit his mother on the way to his new assignment in Perth.

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