Fan Fic Contest: Are you the best writer?

[Dadnarg434]

Ok, ill try and resist the temptation to read it all now
Btw the way, GrimReaper, I started reading your fic "quest for vallhalla." Its pretty epic; ill try to comment on it as soon as i get time to finish reading it. Impressive work.

Keep the stories coming guys!
(and girls too, if so participating)

[The Grim Reaper's Friend]

Thanks, Dadnarg! It has recently suffered a strange drop in comments. I appreciate any comments you can leave! I'll also try to get an entry in today or tomorrow.

[BassistofDoom]

Sorry. I had two tests today, a research paper due yesterday, and tons of other work my teachers are trying to cram into these last two weeks of school before finals. I'll try to get a story up today if I can because I have a great idea and don't want it to go to waste.

[Dadnarg434]

Ok..... so, um, so far, I guess elven lord is winning.
Try and post em sometime soon, guys. Its gonna be kinda hard to read them all, if i get like 6 or 7 saturday night. And it'll be a pretty boring contest with only one entry
I assume that your all writing incredibly awesome fics that take longer, but will blow my mind. Of course, right?

[Elven Lord]

I hope they do. You know just so that if I do win I don't have to go around telling people. "Oh yeah I won my first fan fic contest because no one else posted."

[BassistofDoom]

Have no fear, the Bassist is here! I got my story guys, and I actually like the character I created (named after Padre Pio) and I may decide to write a story about him when my zombie story is finished. Anyway, here it is:

Spoiler Alert!

The sound of heavy steel boots cracking twigs and leaves was all that echoed in the land of Morindan. Gabriel Forgione trudged through the thick forest that completely surrounded the black castle of Esenwein. Gabriel, however, would not stop for a moment before Jandar’s chalice was retrieved, for it was said to grant great wisdom to those who drank from it and he would not let such an important relic fall into evil hands. The Lord watched over Gabriel, and no foul creature from hell would stop him, for he was a warrior for Him: a paladin.

Gabriel stopped as he reached the edge of the forest. A bridge over a raging river separated him from the gate to this fortress of Satan. Suddenly, a decayed hand shot up from the dirt, followed by several more. Gabriel did not know how to react, so he simply drew his sword, who’s blade shown through the twilight. This was obviously some trick of Cyprien’s, but it would not be enough to stop him. Bodies and heads followed the outstretched hands and soon a dozen human corpses stood before him. “Begone demons!” he yelled, lifting his blade and bringing it down mightily on the first creature to challenge him. Its head split cleanly in two and black fluid poured out as it collapsed. Gabriel was quick to dispatch the rest of the beasts, who were no match for his strength. And so he stood in his shining, bloodstained armor, observing the castle and searching for a way to get inside. Then he noticed a small door on the side which seemed to be slightly open. Perhaps it was a service entrance that was left ajar. It seemed too easy though, as if Cyprien expected none to get this far. Gabriel picked up a rock and threw it onto the bridge, only to watch it cut right through it and sink into the river below. The bridge wasn’t there.

Gabriel watched in awe before picking up more rocks and tossing them out, with the same result. However, one stayed. Suddenly, Gabriel knew what to do. He grabbed rocks, pebbles, and twigs and carried them with him as he hopped off the edge of the ground and onto the same place the rock landed. He scattered the materials in his hands across the bridge until he noticed a pathway for him to get across. Although it took almost an hour, he sighed in relief as he stepped onto solid ground again. Wasting no time, he hurried in through the door and took his first step in Esenwein Castle. Instantly he felt an evil spirit weighing down on him, slowing him and clouding his mind. He said a short prayer but then continued on his way.
It was almost night, so he would have to hurry before Cyprien and Sonya woke up. Of course, that was hard when he didn’t know where he was going. He wandered through corridor after corridor, keeping his sword out in case of an attack. The place seemed eerily deserted to him, but suddenly he came face to face with the very embodiment of evil. Cyprien Esenwein stood staring at him with a cold smile on his face and darkness in his eyes. “How nice of you to join usss…” he said with a scratchy whisper. “I assume this is what you seek?” he opened the door behind him and there in the room sat the chalice on a small table. “Yes. Now stand aside, hellspawn, and I shall not have to harm you.” Said Gabriel firmly. “How grand,” replied Cyprien while walking into the room, “that you have such enthusiasm. Too bad…” Cyprien paused for a second, then leapt onto Gabriel, knocking him to the ground. He slowly moved his fanged teeth towards Gabriel’s neck, while the latter struggled to reach the weapon that could harm Cyprien the most. And he found it. Gabriel ripped a crucifix out of his pocket and pressed it into Cyprien’s flesh, which began to rot and burn. The vampire screamed in pain and without hesitation Gabriel plunged his sword into the demon’s chest. Then, in another swift motion, he pulled a dagger out of his pocket and slashed Cyprien’s throat. Instantly the vampire disintegrated and Gabriel felt the spirit’s weight lifted from him. He clutched the crucifix close to him and said a short prayer of thanksgiving before grabbing the chalice and walking swiftly down the hall. The Lord’s work was done; mission accomplished.

[The Grim Reaper's Friend]

Well, it was a little long, but as EL said, we can take liberties with you, Dadnarg.
I think I will actually make this part of my story, The Quest for Valhalla. It hasn't happened yet, I'll post it when the time is right. I couldn't tell you how it ended, because, well, that would be just too much of a spoiler.

Spoiler Alert!

A thick bank of clouds had covered the moon from view. Its rays were obscured and now no longer lit the path. There wasn’t a breath of wind, and the darkness of night seemed to close in about the four wolves.
They had been following the path for nearly two days. They were common wolves, native to Feylund and protectors of the wood. Normally they would be fighting elves at this time, trying to eradicate them from the trees, but the invaders had changed hands, and now desperate measures were needed.
The elves’ stronghold at the edge of the forest had been attacked and razed by the forces of the evil vampire Cyprien Esenwein. They had completely demolished the fortress, slaughtered all of the elves, and proceeded to burn the surrounding forest. The wolves were glad that the elves were finally gone. But when the charred scent of the burnt trees of their forest reached them, they vowed to track down all those responsible.
The war had gone badly. The wolves had lost every encounter, no matter how small or large. Cyprien’s forces were delving deeper into the forest, burning and killing as they went. Most of them were nearly impossible to kill, and they killed a wolf whenever they saw one.
The wolves had been driven to the point of desperation. If something was not done soon, the horde of skeletons and vampires that Cyprien had sent against them would soon overrun the forest, and the wolves with it.
Therefore, the wolves had chosen to make a bold move. They could easily elude the forces of the undead; it was only in open combat that they were defeated. Since they had this one advantage over the undead, the wolves decided to strike at Cyprien himself. Cyprien could hardly expect an attack against himself, and with his army deep within the forest, he would not be guarded as vigilantly as usual.
However, a large party of wolves could not be spared. Only four had been selected, and it was these four who now so stealthily proceeded towards the black hulk which was Cyprien’s castle.
Ten minutes later, after slipping past a sleeping skeleton, which was an odd sight, they arrived at the moat. The water was black, and had a foul stench. A thick white mist hung above it, giving it an eerie look. The lead wolf, a wise veteran who had seen many battles and who was known by the name of Nargshir, examined the water. It was thick and black, and stank of death. There was, however, no other way to the castle, and Nargshir, followed by his three companions slipped silently into the water and struck out for the other side. Almost immediately one of the wolves was grabbed by a rotten black arm and dragged under…
The three wolves, covered in black slime, clambered out on the opposite side of the bank. The walls rose straight up from where they stood, and no loose brick or crack was to be found in it. They skirted around its edge until they came to the closed drawbridge. There, digging their claws into the wood, they scaled it, pried it open about a foot using three metal bars, and slipped inside. The same strange white mist hovered a foot or two above the cold stone floor, obscuring their feet as they walked out of the gatehouse…
After a skirmish with two skeleton guards, the remaining two wolves crept quietly down a hall towards an open door from which candle light spilled. The door was open only a few inches, but the thin, cold voice of Cyprien was clearly audible to Nargshir and his companion.
“I want them dead, captain,” it said coldly, in a slow tone that lingered on each word and etched it with venom. “Every one of them.”
Nargshir and his companion edged up to the door, and Nargshir placed his paw on it, ready to fling it open.
“The wolves must be destroyed,” said the voice of Cyprien, quicker this time. “I leave none of my victims alive.”
A new voice answered him, “I’m sorry, my lord. I only thought… perhaps you would wish to…”
“No!” shrieked Cyprien. “I conquer to kill, not to bless.”
Nargshir froze at these words. They seemed strange coming from a vampire.
“I understand, my lord,” rejoined the other voice. “I will leave none alive.”
Nargshir was about to spring into the room, when the door suddenly opened, and the young vampire whom Cyprien had addressed as captain came out. He froze when he saw the two wolves, and then lunged at Nargshir. Nargshir drew from his belt a sturdy sliver of wood, and was about to thrust it into the vampire, when his companion, without warning, flew at him. The vampire, taken off his guard, stumbled under the weight of the wolf, who was fumbling for one of his own wooden slivers. The vampire was, however, too quick for the wolf, and plunged a dagger which he drew from his belt in his back. The young wolf lurched backwards, stumbled, and then fell to the floor, a thin trickle of blood coming from his mouth.
Nargshir wasted no time in mourning the loss of his companion. Without a second’s hesitation, he plunged the sliver of wood full into the vampire’s heart. The vampire looked confusedly at Nargshir a moment, and then fell over backwards, to land with a dull thud on the cold floor.
Nargshir bounded into the room, another sliver of wood ready in his paw. The look Cyprien gave him, however, froze him in his tracks.
Cyprien simply stared coldly at him for a moment. Then, in a soft, slow voice, he said, “You will pay for the death of my captain.” As he spoke these words, he pulled from the folds of his cloak two long daggers, each glistening in the candlelight.
Nargshir looked thoughtfully at the blades. The last time he had fought a powerful foe single-handedly had been in a different land far, far away. Now he was confronted with a different foe, a powerful foe, a foe that could easily kill him, given the chance. Nargshir relished moments like these. They were the moments that every wolf lived for: a chance to fight a worthy foe in single combat.
With a fierce and loud growl, Nargshir leapt at the vampire. Cyprien smiled an evil smile as he saw the wolf come towards him. His daggers drew circles in the air, eager for the scent of the wolf’s blood. The battle had begun…

I am REALLY looking forward to any fan fic with your new character in it, bassit. That was, how should I put it?... glorious?

[BassistofDoom]

Originally Posted by The Grim Reaper's Friend

I am REALLY looking forward to any fan fic with your new character in it, bassit. That was, how should I put it?... glorious?

Thanks GRF! Your story looks really awesome too. I wanted a kind of religious, selfless, and fearless paladin and I'm happy with the results so most likely you will be seeing more of Gabriel. I hope there are more stories from people coming though.

[Elven Lord]

Nice stories guys! Keep up the good work!

[Dadnarg434]

All the stories are pretty amazing. My decision will be a difficult one to make.
Keep them coming in. The more, the merrier. The cut-off time is 8:00 tomorrow.

[The Grim Reaper's Friend]

Originally Posted by Dadnarg434

All the stories are pretty amazing. My decision will be a difficult one to make.
Keep them coming in. The more, the merrier. The cut-off time is 8:00 tomorrow.

PM, I'm assuming. And what time zone?

[Elven Lord]

Forget about it. Just check back well after and get your story in well before. Easy as that.