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Gaullin Everfree

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So i've been tasked with writing a short story about how my clan was made and getting straight to the point i'm a terrible writer so i would really appreciate some help, advice or editing, i don't want to let my friends down so please, please help me!

 

This is the story of how six men came together to overthrow a tyrant who had grown mad with power, these six men where fated to be the heralds of a new era the era of a great cleansing a time of Purge.


This story starts in the unforgiving dangerous desert known as the Great plains, a familiar trotting sound of a running horse can be heard amongst the howling of the wolves and the singing of the crickets and other nocturnal creatures. A brown strong horse with fierce eyes comes to a halt outside a small and calm town known to it's people as Armadillo, upon this horse a mysterious cloaked figure looks at his surroundings taking note of the gunsmiths and the sheriffs office that was slowly falling apart, strapped to the back of the black clocked man is a Henry repeater, he dismounts his horse and looks around him now noticing the once red painted saloon that was now a mere shadow of it's former self with the red paint slowly peeling of and boded up windows that were once beautiful, as the figure walked steadily towards the saloon a man greets him with the biggest smile he could master showing rows of rotting yellow teeth, "Mornin friend!, i don't believe i've seen you around these here parts before, what brings you here?" The cloaked man pushes past him and mutters under his breath about the annoying towns folk and their strange ways until he comes to a stop at one of the tables.
"Right on time wolf!" a hooded figure with a heavy british accent says sarcastically as he clapped his hands "You know what? that's a new bloody record  you're only seven hours late wolf!"
The man removes his hood to show his face it was Reaper his, charcoal dark hair curled loosely by his head, Reaper had lost an eye as a recruit in the battle of Blood canyon when the Rangers brought their oldest enemies the RDA to an end. his grey eye watched Wolf fiercely.
Wolf removed his hood and showed his face in the flickering candle light of the almost deserted Saloon, He had short black hair and a stubble his cheek was scared from an old shrapnel wound made by a cannon blast.
"Try riding through a desert without some random pricks trying to murder you, you four fingered bastard!" Wolf replied in an equally accented voice that was a mixture of Portuguese and English.
Reaper stood up and whacked his fist on the table "I swear to god that i will break your fucking skull beneath my fucking boot Wolf!" He threatened as he grabbed wolf by his cloak.
Wolf didn't flinch  "You're not worth it" He replied and pulled himself away from Reapers grasp, "anyway we're here to discuss the downfall of the Rangers".
Wolf's hate for his leader DMAN started the day that he noticed that the organisation favoured those who would bend down to kiss the leaders ass, his want for vengeance started the day he lost a private duel against the leader and lost, the following week DMAN had tamed a dog and called it Wolf, to show how superior he was and how the young soldier was nothing but an idiotic piece of weaponry who would do anything for his next treat.
The day Wolf saw this was the day he became vengeance incarnate.
Reaper's story was the same but he was constantly mocked by DMAN for both his and Wolf, his student's failure at defeating him.
 
Reaper sat down and drank his whisky and listen to his young student's plan nodding now and then in agreement, The plan was to gather The many enemies of the rangers and unite them under a new Banner a banner with the single purpose to purge the Tyrant of the wild west and start a new rule.
Liquid trojan was the call sign for this operation, the true main goal was however, to convert the oppressed Rangers and bring them forth to a glorious battle as a shining army.
This is only half of the story of how purge came to be, because meanwhile two other rangers, Hunter and Valkyrie planned to kill every last ranger soldier or officer.
    
To be continued....
 

Smile today and be happy and make memories worth remembering because tomorrow may leave you alone and in tears.

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Well you can definitely use an editor, I just skimmed and I found numerous spelling/grammar mistakes, it's always good to have a skilled writer proof-read your work, but that's why you put it here I guess.

 

Also, like I say to so many other novice writers, stay away from walls of text, they're long, boring, and intimidating. It's a good idea to indent whenever a different person speaks, otherwise it can get confusing when you can't tell who is saying what.

Edited by TheSteampunkNinja (TSN)

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