Open Challenge

[Author X]

I will take on anyone, given the following stipulations:

*I take first post
*At least 5 posts per side in the fight (1-3-1)
*1-week no-excuse time limit per post.

[Dark Cloud Star]

the great SA rpbing again. Shall i have the honour of your crossing blades with you.

[Author X]

the great SA rpbing again. Shall i have the honour of your crossing blades with you.

If you think you can handle it. 1-3-1 okay?

EDIT: Also, I must ask you permission. May I put this fight, upon completion, in my weblog for display?

[Dark Cloud Star]

sure that will be fine.

[Author X]

Clouds dotted the sky on a markedly chilly autumn evening. The sky was painted hues of purple, red, and gold as the sun prepared for its descent beneath the horizon. A certain melancholy was prominent in the woods below; neither bird nor mammal would be caught making a single note of sound flutter on the crisp air. There was, of course, the occasional chirp; the occasional yip; the occasional hiss; the occasional howl. It was all, however, subdued and hush, hoping to make their statements without catching the ear of an unseen demise.

The wind blew briskly this time of year, whipping through the trees, making them hiss, howl, and wither their leaves. Rumors always circulated that the woods were haunted this time of year, that the ghosts of Halloween took refuge in the forest, stretching their probation from Hell until the bitter cold drove them back to the furnaces. The story seemed to have proof enough, for the temperature inside the woods this time of year was significantly lower than the surrounding area. Evidence, however, that nonbelievers debunked as the shade of the woods.

There were but two easy ways into the woods, both attached to the same singular path that had been blazed. The path had an opening on two opposite ends, and often the path is rumored to not be an entrance and an exit, but two entrances to an inescapable evil. Today, however, a solitary man entered the wood from the north side.

His attire suggested the mysterious woods were his home, for he was clad just as mysteriously, and entirely natural. His cloak was pure cotton, dyed thick with black. His clothes were leather, though appeared rather comfortable, worn loosely by the man. His stature spoke little of physical strength, but his stride was confident and possibly even arrogant, for he held his head a little higher than level. His pristinely dark eyes seemed deep, but filled with hatred. His skin was the color of bark, and his ears had a definite elven point poking from underneath his nappy, long brown hair. He proceeded into the woods, a dull rattling from within his cloak as he walked. His stride never broke as he followed the path deep into the woods, then suddenly cut off course, walking through wild brush, where he eventually came to a hollow, undiscovered by the humans in neighboring cities. There was a simple tent set up there, and the grass was tame in the hollow. Several pheasant were roasting on a fire in the clearing, and the man took one, retiring into the tent. It was a simple leather and wood configuration, and inside there was only a bed of straw and some artifacts from the woods. There was a book on the floor, embroidered with the man’s name: Gethin. So earthy was the nature of the tent that the presence of a modern mirror seemed completely bizarre. The man approached the mirror, and, taking off his cloak, put a hand to it. The mirror’s glass suddenly faded to an opaque, non-reflective dark gray, and rippled like water. The mirror then displayed the path in the woods, revealing another figure walking down the path. Gethin smiled, and went back to his cloak, donning it once again. From the cloak, he pulled out a single pair of nunchaku, and he slinked back to the pathway. When he got there, he waited in calm readiness for the figure to come by, and to punish him for his trespassing.

“Hasu co tai haku to ho hasu,” Gethin murmured, the brush he was hiding behind growing much thicker and fuller, encasing him and giving him a safe place from which to view the incoming threat.

[Newtype06]

ah, this will be a good fight.

*sits down and watches*

[Author X]

Hey, um, DCS, I'm fairly sure you're past the deadline. What's going on? XD