User:NPSKullcrackaTheAssassin731/Chapter 1 of My Story

Here is what I have down so far for my story, let me know what you all think! Anyone willing to work with me on this story, leave me a message on my wall! Chapter 1: The Iron Wing Inn The tall, broad hooded figure made a stop at the Iron Wing Inn. Tired from the traveling, the figure lazily stepped up the wooden steps that led to a wooden porch to a door with the symbol of an iron dragon on the front. He opened the door as it made a creaking sound that caught the attention of the drum-playing bard, the two inn keepers, and the different groups of people all eating at the tables scattered throughout the main room of the inn. They all watched curiously as he moved to the counter where the inn keepers had been standing since the figure entered. The figure requested an ale and a plate of boar’s meat and bread to fill his empty stomach with, payed the inn keepers a few gold coins, and sat at a small, round table located somewhat in the corner of the inn. By then, everyone went back to minding their own business while the bard sat his drums down and began to softly play his lute to fill the inn with a calming tune. Most of the people had given the hooded figure a disgusted look for not taken off the hood to his cloak when he first entered, thinking that the figure had no respect. As the figure began to eat his meal, the figure noticed that two of the men, both carrying short swords and wearing a combination of leather and hide armour, were sitting at the table across from him eyeing down his every move, from the way he wiped the drips of ale off of his lips to the bites of the boar meat he took. “What are you two getting at?” thought the hooded figure as he continued eating, the two men had gotten up and moved to the table closest to where the hooded figure sat with the thought that he wouldn’t and hadn’t noticed that they moved, but he did. The hooded figure noticed everything that was going on around him without having to look up a second time. The hooded figure had one thought in mind with the fact that he knew what was going to happen. The hooded figure had gotten up to go ask the inn keepers to lend him a room for the night when the two men had grown tired of waiting, drew their swords, and rushed over to the hooded figure to strike him down. The figure, being as tall and broad as he is, dodged the first man’s attack which left the attacker with his sword in the table that was behind the hooded figure. The next man charged at the hooded figure as a means to stab him in the stomach, but the hooded figure quickly threw out both of his arms, throwing small knives that he picked up off the table he sat at into the chest of the oncoming attacker and moved out of the way. The rushing attacker fell into his friend that accompanied him stabbing him straight through the back, piercing his lung. They both then collapsed to the floor bleeding something black. The people of the inn gathered around to see the hooded figure surprisingly unharmed, but were curious as to what made the men attack him. The figure pulled off his cloaks’ hood to examine the men’s bleeding bodies, which revealed shoulder-length brown hair and bright blue eyes along with a chiselled face covered by stubble and a scar over his left eye. As the man pulled one of the dead bodies over so that their stomach faced upward toward the inn ceiling, the man noticed something about the body, particularly the eyes. The bodies eyes were whiter than snow. Dammit, more possessed bodies. A little girl, who was hiding behind her mother and father, cried when her eyes met the man’s eyes in fear of being next in line to die. Five guards of the village, including the Captain, rushed inside the inn after the event, with swords and axes drawn, trying to mentally piece together what they heard and the sight before their eyes. “Who’s responsible for this?!” shouted the Captain of the Guard with his sword drawn. “I said, who is responsible for this?! Who killed these two men?!” The crying little girl came out from hiding behind her mother and father and pointed to the man, now wearing his hood again, who clearly defended himself from these attackers.