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Shaunfroggydog
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Hey Bro,
Lol so being that I didn't see an app in there, I'll just talk about myself haha. So I'm a author and musician in real life and am seeing how that could be a very helpful thing to this. First off I'd like to say thank you for stepping up and saying something about this, it's about time someone did this so people wern't sitting around duplicating objects everyone else already has.
So down to business. As an author I can think of an entire story on the spot, and lucky you, I mainly write Medieval fantasy! I find it incredibly easy to come up with a entire plot and story on the spot… so to prove it I'll throw one in here right now lol, you dont have to read it if you dont want to, but it'll give you an idea of what I can think of on the spot.

>! It was dark, as it always was in this land. Dante’s foot struck against a rock and he tumbled to the ground. His eyes searched for some kind of refuge but saw nothing through the thick fog that covered the land known as Regana. As he pulled himself up his hand lay to rest upon the sword at his side. It gave him comfort to know it was there, however, at the same time he knew if he had to use it he would be in trouble. The tales that surrounded this marsh were none to friendly and not many had made it out alive. His thoughts drifted for some time as he trudged through the barren wasteland that was clouded by the thick fog. He remembered receiving this task back at Castle Belamorn. He had taken one quick glance at his soon to be wife then turned back to the king and accepted his proposal. The proposal was a simple one, he would go and destroy the source of all the murders within the swamp, his reward would be an entire fief under his command. That is of course, if he brought back the head of the murderer. Dante had spent years in the service of his majesty as a knight and had become one of the king’s most trusted men. He was beginning to hate the fact though.
A snap of a twig shot him out of his thoughts. His eyes shot up, scrutinizing the fog for any sign of an opponent. He could hear his heartbeat and wondered if his opponent could as well. He slowly moved behind a tree as he drew his sword. He could hear whispers throughout the swamp, they haunted him for several minutes then everything was silent.
“Come my prey… let me feast upon thy youthful blood…” Came a booming voice from behind the tree. Dante could hear footsteps coming closer as adrenaline rushed through him. Then with precision timing he spun around the tree swinging his sword through the air going nowhere near his opponent. Some twenty feet away stood the awaiting enemy. He stood at seven feet tall wielding a claymore in each hand. Flames sprouted out of the ground where he walked and a dark cloak and hood shrouded his features.
“Flesh…” all the voices whispered in unison as Dante’s mind began attacking him; he saw images of his past, of his friends, his family, and his instructors. And then they were all standing in front of him, all mocking him. They seemed disappointed in him for ever going upon this quest. He fought to get the images from his head but it was to no avail. He could see the demon like creature slowly moving toward him and he lashed out blindly with his sword as he crashed into one of the claymores. Then instantly the images dissipated and he was confronting the great beast. A large claymore was raised about to decapitate him as he sidestepped just in time to watch it embed itself into the ground where he had stood.
“Back to the abyss from which you came!” screamed the warrior as he lunged forward with a series of attacks, all being easily blocked by the creature. Then an unnoticed blow knocked Dante to his knees. As he realized all hope was lost he dropped his sword and raised his hands in the air in hope the creature would have some kind of mercy inside the darkness that shrouded it. It did not. It raised a claymore high in the air. Then let it drop. But as it came down, Dante could hear the twang of a bow as a long dark arrow shaft slammed into the creature’s skull and it fell back in a screaming rage. Another arrow slammed into its heart only seconds later. Dante was instantly on his feet, sword in hand as he ran forward slamming his blade into the creature’s chest as is screamed in rage then dissolved into nothing.
“Was that your way of killing the poor thing?” came a voice form behind him, Dante spun around to find an elf holding a oak longbow standing there.
“I’m Artru,” said the elf as he moved forward and shook the knight’s hand. “I’m a member of an order of hunters; we kill beasts such as these and rid the land of their filth. It seems you wanted to do such but weren’t as equipped as we are. Care to join us?” Asked the elf as he swept his arm across a span of the woods where several hunters moved out of where they were blending with the trees and scrubs to greet Dante. The knight nodded,
“Take me with you,” he said, Artru smiled as he patted him on the back and pointed deeper into the marsh.
“Our destination is beyond the southern woods, we will move at dawn.” Dante nodded as he moved to the ashes that remained of the creature. He knew he would have to leave his friends and family back home. Would it be worth it? Only time would tell. But one thing was for sure, his life would never be the same.
Also, since I'm a musician, I can fill the music role when you need it. I have all the recording gear easilly accessable at my house, and am able to write suspensful music ;D
So send me a message if you have any other questions! =)
Thanks for viewing,
Zorc
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