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Sven's little holiday

PostPosted: 19 Aug 2016, 08:18
by Sven
I'm not the best at writing but it's nice to get down a little log of what's happening to Sven when I'm not actually playing the game, I suspect this will come in three parts.


Things were not going well for Sven. It started with small things, like having his heart broken having to watch the woman he loved with another, this escalated when he got himself involved in the ugly criminal underbelly of Stormwind. Sven being involved in illegal gambling, drinking and fighting would normally be considered a slow news day but he was always one to pay his debts, it was a rule that had served him well and kept him breathing all this time, but somehow with everything that had been going on he had gotten behind on his payments, far behind. He had friends who could help, sure. But turning to them would be more shame than it was worth, he had always played off that he never cared what people thought about him but deep down he still had some standards, somewhere, his friends could view him as a joke, a drunk and a fool but he would never be a burden on them. To top off his recent run of terrible luck the beast within him has been gaining a foothold again resulting in him briefly turning on his sister in a fit of anger, fortunately she being a worgen herself was more than capable of defending herself. However it made his mind up for him, there was nothing else for it.
The next morning, up before the rooster he had his bags packed, his rifle ready and of course Tyson his longest friend and faithful hound at his side. He had hastily scrawled a few letters to certain individuals but in all honestly he couldn’t even recognise the lies from the truth anymore. Something about leaving, not knowing if he would return, not to look for him. The usual depressing content one of these letters contains. The first few days he set off east deep into the Redridge Mountains, he’d not spent much time there and he figured nobody would look for him there. Tyson was his usual happy self, unaware of anything out of the ordinary – just another hunting trip to him. Sven had thought long and hard about leaving him behind this time and in truth only really changed his mind the morning he left, his dopey Dog happily bounding up and down the Tavern, excited to get out and back into the hunt – how could he refuse him?

The journey had him thinking more about the beast within him, out here when he was alone he felt at least, no pressure within him threatening to burst forth – the beast was calm, happy even. Perhaps it had influenced the man he had become more than he realised, he always assumed hunting was his one true passion but perhaps it was the beasts. He had never bothered to get to know that side of himself, it was a disgusting reminder of the creatures that terrorised his youth. He didn’t even truly know what his beast looked like, the times he had changed he normally blacked out and awoke covered in blood with a full belly of meat he’d rather not identify.

The night of the third day drew closer and he figured it was far enough away from Stormwind that nobody would find him. Out here he was just another adventurer, a nobody. He set up camp beneath a large oak tree; strong branches tore forth from the trunk covering the night sky above him. The gentle buzz of the crickets in the grass the only sound for miles, with the exception of Tyson snoring loudly next to him. He placed a sure foot upon the trunk of the tree and pulled himself up onto a large branch, his hands reaching for the next branch up until he was sufficiently high enough but not so high as to risk standing on a weaker limb. It was a good view, nothing but mountains, grass and the night sky.

The thick rope was coarse in his hands, he had tied the knot before but it never came as easily as it did this night, a sign perhaps. He placed the noose around his neck and pulled the knot up close before tying the other end around the thick branch he was sat on and with that he shuffled forwards off the edge, in the end it wasn’t even difficult, if nothing else he was looking forward to seeing his father again.

“You are so weak” a rough voice from the darkness was the only thing he could determine, shortly after a sharp pain around his neck. His vision slowly began to return to him. He was in the same place as before, under the large Oak tree – only it wasn’t the same, at first he thought his vision was blurred but it now seemed like the world itself was blurred he could focus on nothing beyond the perimeter of the tree. The voice came from a Worgen, not one from the city with their illfitting clothes and their polished weapons. This Worgen was raw, ruthless, tattered and scarred, naked and angry. A worgen from his past, with matted fur and plagued drool dropping from curled and twisted lips, teeth too big for his mouth twist and snarl. He had never seen him before and yet immediately he knew exactly who it was, it was of course himself.
“What must I do to escape from you?” Sven muttered angrily, his voice breaking and churning from the strain of the rope which hung limply from his neck, chewed away no doubt by this beast.
“Escape? There is no escape. Only the gnawing, unending deterioration of your mind. Oh Sven we’re so close now”
“Close, to what?”
“To the eventual breaking of your mind, finally I will be free. Free from your pathetic existence”
“I’ll never allow it, I’ve seen what you do – you’ll never be free, you can’t be”
Sven rose to his feet, anger surging through his veins. He didn’t honestly expect to win a fistfight with a Worgen but if he was killed he didn’t see it mattering much. It didn’t matter as when his clenched fist met the Worgen’s jaw a force pushed him violently back into the Oak tree. Dazed once more his vision returned to the darkness, the only sound in his ears was the loud laughter coming from the beast.

He woke much later to the cold, wet nose of his hound nuzzling at his face. A high pitched whining noise in his ears, it was morning and his neck stung, the rope still embedded in his skin. He couldn’t remember if the events of the previous night were true or if it was all just a hallucination. He laid a hand upon Tyson to settle him and for a moment just sat there, staring at the sun as the tears streamed down his cheeks.

PostPosted: 25 Aug 2016, 10:00
by Sven
Part 2
The next month passed Sven in a blur of alcohol, gambling and fights. One day he was at a Tavern in the Red Ridge Mountains, the next he awoke smelling of rum on the back of a wagon heading north. Day and night rolled into one and any memory he made he quickly wiped from his mind with more alcohol, his body began to lose weight and his face reflected how he felt inside, his eyes began to sink in and gather dark circles and his hair – what was once his pride and joy – was normally not stuck to his forehead with sweat. Five days passed like this, although Sven would never be aware of exactly how many days it was, until one morning he awoke sitting in a cramped cage suspended about 10ft from the deck of what looked like a transport ship. The bars of the cage were rusted and dried seaweed and shells littered the bottom, he suspected that it was never designed to hold a human.
A weak hand reached up to wipe the sleep from his eyes, he pushed himself to his feet whacking his head against the top of the cell which was slightly too small to stand inside. Below him the crew of the ship were working, pulling various ropes and scrubbing the deck.
“Well good morning, sleeping beauty” a jesting but rough voice called out below, no doubt the Captain of this particular vessel, he was a rotund man with a thick red cloak blowing in the wind from his shoulders, he had one of those tall hats that Sven had often seen Captains wear around the Stormwind Harbour.
“W..Where am I?” Sven asked, blinking his eyes hard against the bright sun.
“You have the great pleasure to be upon The Gale. Best transport ship this side of Stormwind if I don’t say so myself. My name is Captain Gale” the Captain stands tall with his feet apart, he wears a friendly smile and it puts Sven at ease almost immediately.
“What happened?” Sven gestures around at the cage he’s stuck in.
The captain laughs, a few of the crew join in. “You, my friend, cannot handle your drink. Let’s just leave it at that – if we let you out are you going to play nice?”
For a moment Sven loses his concentration, a little ways behind the Captain a man scowls at him – he’s sporting a black eye and at that moment Sven suddenly felt the pain in his right fist. He would never know what caused him to punch the man but he knew it was his fault. A pang of guilt shoots through him as a young girl, no older than 15 runs excitedly up to the man giving him a big hug, the pair are joined by an older woman shortly – no doubt a family.
Sven shakes his head for a moment and looks back down to Captain Gale. “Yeah, I’m sorry – Rum doesn’t really agree with me”
The Captain reaches into his pocket pulling out an old iron key, suddenly a scream takes his attention from across the deck
“Captain! Black sails, 4 off port!”
The captain immediately looks around just as the sound ruptures through the air, cannon fire. The boat is hit with a chain-shot and the precious key from the Captain flies from his hands as everyone struggles to keep their footing, Sven curses to himself, just his luck.
“Man the cannons!” shouts the Captain, immediately forgetting about Sven. For a moment nothing happens and then all at once the crew start scrambling around, more cannon fire erupts and the air begins to fill with the smoke from gunpowder. Sven, being a mere hunter, has often felt helpless – but never quite so helpless as when hanging above the deck of a ship under attack while being locked in a small cage. For a few moments he hoped a stray cannonball would take him out completely and end the misery he had turned his life into. The Captain, at this point had begun herding the other passengers of the ship below deck.
While it actually may have taken an hour for the pirate vessel to disable The Gale and move in close enough to board her in Sven’s mind it was almost instant, the transport hardly put up a fight – before he knew it there were cutlasses clashing and blood being spilt below deck.
“Unleash me” a voice whispers from the back of his mind, Sven simply shakes his head.
The battle below rages for only a few minutes before the Crew are all either dead or surrendering, some of them are given a cutlass to the gut for their efforts where as others are roughly pushed below deck, no doubt to the brig. Sven momentarily wondered why he didn’t get the luxury of being locked in the brig but then decided there were more important things to think about than that right now.
Once the battle was completely over a man dressed in bright red leather armour stepped upon the deck of the Gale, the other men seemed to go to great lengths to avoid getting in his way. He took a straight line across to the deck arriving at Sven’s cage.
“Pirate?” he asks of Sven. His voice is surprisingly soft and innocent.
“No” Sven replied, shaking his head. “Just a drunk” he turns his head away and looks out at sea.
“You’ll join us” the man insists.
“Thank you, but I like my cage just fine” Sven snaps back, he knows he’s toying with his fate but at this point he’s long since stopped caring.
“So be it” the red clad man turns on his heels and approaches another Sailor and engages in a brief moment of conversation too quiet for Sven to pick up. The pirates are surprisingly efficient, in a matter of moments the cargo from the transport is mostly packed on the pirate ship and they’re on their way, leaving behind a small skeleton crew to man The Gale back to wherever they intend to take it.
Hours pass and the sun climbs higher into the sky, sweat runs off Sven’s body like water from a tap. His skin starts to turn red from the burn and the heat begins to make him feel sleepy. Overall as far as he can tell the Pirates have been relatively good to their captives, he didn’t know if the Captain was still alive or not though he suspected the man wouldn’t go let his ship be taken unless it were over his dead body.
The day proceeded baking Sven’s body, the pirates had until now mostly ignored him – now they had made a game of throwing bottles at his cage. As far as he could tell it was ten points if you could could a bottle through the bars and five points if you simply hit the bars and showered him with glass.
“Unleash me, Sven!” the voice calls from within him, this time he feels his heart start to pound a little harder.
“No, there are still innocent people on this ship” he mutters angrily to himself. The pirates take note but quickly assume that the sun has fried his brain.
“Let me kill these men, let me feast upon their flesh and I’ll leave the others alone” the voice starts to bargain with him, it’s never happened before. Sven assumes that the current lifestyle isn’t exactly to the beasts liking. It’s been a week since he’s hunted anything and much longer since he’s had to kill anybody.
“You don’t make deals, I wouldn’t trust you with their lives. Accept our fate” Sven leans back in the cage as another bottle shatters over the cage showering him with broken glass.
Finally the pirates grow bored and the sun dips below the horizon, lamps are lit and some of the pirates have gone below deck to sleep or torment the prisoners. Finally after the exhausting day Sven manages to get some sleep, albeit a brief nap as he’s soon awoken by a scream. The pirates have retrieved the young girl Sven had spotted earlier and were in the process of toying with her on the deck, tossing her back and forth and laughing. He could smell the rum on their breath all the way from the cage, this wasn’t going to end well.
He closed his eyes and let out a small sigh trying to block it out.
“Are you ready yet?” the voice within him starts to toy with him, he can feel how much this is hurting Sven to watch. Sven doesn’t bother arguing he simply drones out the voice along with the scene happening below his cage. After slapping her around a little the bigger of the pirates grabs her wrist as he wrenches her across the deck, tearing what’s left of her shirt off.
“Now?” the voice from within speaking again, laughter almost dripping from each word. He knows he’s won already.
Sven simply sighs whispering “Now”

PostPosted: 25 Aug 2016, 11:21
by Gergel
And then Sven finds himself feeling peckish and gets a nice delicious bite to eat. Pirate, extra rare. And possibly a girl for dessert. Yum. Oops.

I'd like to offer a suggestion. Pick a tense and stick with it. Right now you keep switching back and forth between present and past. "Sven does this, then Sven did that, then the pirate does the other thing."

PostPosted: 25 Aug 2016, 11:51
by Sven
Gergel on 25 Aug 2016, 11:21 wrote:I'd like to offer a suggestion. Pick a tense and stick with it. Right now you keep switching back and forth between present and past. "Sven does this, then Sven did that, then the pirate does the other thing."

I keep forgetting what I wrote last :< need to fix that

PostPosted: 25 Aug 2016, 11:57
by Gergel
Oh and perhaps add an empty line between paragraphs? It would make it easier to read, the way the forum formats text with no first-line indent nor automatic blank space between paragraphs. In Word or LibreOffice or wherever this sort of thing can be adjusted with paragraph options, but in the forum, not so much.

PostPosted: 25 Aug 2016, 12:01
by Sven
Yeah I noticed it was a bit squashed together once I pasted it in, I'll fix it in the next part.

I struggle with paragraphs in the first place, never know when to actually start a new one lol

PostPosted: 25 Aug 2016, 12:33
by Gergel
The way you've been doing paragraphs thus far seems very good and should be nicely readable with a bit of formatting.