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Ti-Link · #4 [ ] 07-18-2007, 04:44 PM

OoC: In reponse to all you said up there: I just wanted to say that I know. You are here to show me the proper way to RP, and any mistakes I make are my own fault and you are merely helping me along the road.
I also wanted to thank you for giving up your time to show me how to do this, so once again I say thanks!
Oh, and I dont care that you teach me, as long as someone does, lol!

Anyway, I THINK I fixed everything up there, but if I didn't, you'll tell me.
Now, onto more writing!

Lesson 1 has been updated.

BiC: Vitros could feel the icy cold run up his spine as he placed his palm upon the doorknob. He twisted and the door opened, and from how much it squeaked as it opened, he could tell it had not been used in years. As the door opened, he was stunned by what he saw in the next room.

As the door opened, the next room was gray on the ceiling and walls with candles lined all around the wall with yet another chandelier hung from the ceiling to light up and let the details of the chamber come into view. He could see the moss growing in the corners of the ceiling. The detail that really caught the warrior's eye was the floor: it wasn't really a floor at all.

Looking down below were he stood, he could see that small pipes were sticking out from a pit of darkness below them. It looked as like if he fell, he would fall for eternity. The tops of the pipes were smaller than his own foot, which would make it highly dangerous to continue. Vitros' face was wide-eyed with a mix a blank expression of surprise. He tried to activate his flying ability, but realized that something was holding him from using it. It felt as though an unknown force was forcing him to stay on the ground. Hm, without a doubt, this is a test of balance, he told himself as he placed his right foot on top of a nearby pipe. He took in a gulp. "Well, here we go," he said as he pushed off the door and onto the pipe with both feet. The feeling of doing something this dangerous was never entirely known to him, for he always tried to not do anything like this. His heartbeat raced, a pain in his stomach let him know that he was in fact scared. As he looked back at the door, struggling to keep his balance, the door closed by itself. Man, this place gets creepier and creepier the deeper I go, he thought as he jumped to the next pipe, almost losing his balance.

He looked at the future pipes and smirked. "Alright, I have to focus," he told himself as he jumped to the next pipe. He continued this strategy until he reached the next door, still standing on a pipe while twisting the dragon head-shaped doorknob. He could not lean, so he pushed the door open with one gentle shove. His face was struck with surprise once again, because to his own prediction, it was wrong. The next room was not a room at all, but an outside corridor.

The 15-year-old had enough of indoor activities, so the jump to the door was a leap of faith. As his feet touched grass on the other side, the door once again closed on its own. With his eyes still wide, he examined the corridor. It was square like a normal room. There was a sidewalk directly infront of him that led straight to a beautiful fountain that burst water from the vase the woman in rags held. The entire fountain was made of gray stone, except for the edges that held in the water, they seemed to be made of marble. As the sidewalk he stood on led straight for the fountain, three others shot from the fountain to the right, left, and behind it, all leading to a different door and also making four sections of grass. Each door were perfectly in the middle of each stone wall. It was flawless in everyway, as if it was carved yesterday.

Everywhere he looked, he also saw a different kind of animal. Two chickens peaking the ground in the right corner, not paying attention to the left corner. He also saw a wide variety of forest animals. Squirrels, raccoons, birds rested in the small trees in the four corners of the grass. Even a few ducks in the fountain enjoying an afternoon swim.

As Vitros took in this beautiful site, he suddenly felt an enormous and forceful pain in his back as he flew across the ground and hit the wall clear on the other side of where he looked at the animals. He quickly got up to his feet to see that an angry ogre had used its club to give him a good right hook. It seemed to be at least twice the height and width of his own and of course was a green color skin. It wore what seemed to be metal plated armor from its torso to its knees. Red eyes and yellow teeth in the face stared at him as the ogre charged for a finishing blow. Vitros could feel the horrible pain in his back, which would give him difficulty in the next few hours. He quickly took his sword from his sheath and held it infront of him as the ogre ran toward him, club raised, completely ignoring the other animals around it. The warrior quickly jumped to the side to avoid the smash of the club where he stood, and jumped and cut straight through the armor and the ogre all together. Blood burst from it's thigh to its left shoulder, and it feel to the ground lifeless.

Vitros then wiped his sword of blood and put it away. "What the hell is up with this place?" the warrior asked as he held his back once again from the splitting pain that bulged over and over again.

Now that the threat was done, Vitros could once again think clearly. There were now four doors to which he could choose. I don't even know what I'm looking for, he told himself as he walked the east door, he knew this from the suns direction, now that there wasn't a ceiling. His palm touched the doorknob that was completely clear with no color at all, hoping that it was not one of those risk-your-life moments again. He twisted and pushed, and watched as the door swung open to reveal a much different room than any others he had encountered.

OoC: Lesson 1 has been updated.