(basicly, I am writeing this for several reasons. one being that i am rather bored while waiting for a answer to my account problem, i want to establish a backstory of sorts for my character, and i want to try out this Journal style of writeing. sooo......here goes nothing.)
*The old Journal sat dusty in the libeary, telling a rather sad, but true story from the perspective of a Child, the owner of the Journal. one thing that is immediatly noticeable is terrible handwriteing, however, fresher words are near ones that are impossible to read.
Today has been quite the interesting day recently, had another "duel" with Brother. this one gave me alot of brusies today, being alot more fierce then normal.
First thing first, i have detailed in a earlier entry that the last duel i had with him had resulted in my Stick breaking in half. (i was fighting rather poorly that time anyway.....) so to my suprise, while helping Father in the smithy, i got suprised when the door opened, and Brother came strideing in holding a Brand new Wood "sword" as he actualy fashioned a plank of wood to the apperance of a sword.
*a note is written here, by whoever refined the journal to make it elidble probaly. "if your looking for that entry the writer mentioned, it was detroyed by time, most words have been smeared or burned off.
I had gladly took the sword from my brother, and after a dismisal from Father, we both hastened to our "dueling spot" a small Island of sorts surronded by a pond. we each had took our places, holding our "blades" ready.
before i begin describeing some events that struck out, let me mention one thing. My brother is about 6 years older then me, so he had the upper hand in many things. what i had? im a smaller target by some inches. and thats about it.
any way, quickly got my knees hit pretty hard, a rather painful blow to the stomach, and some more minor brusies or scratchs. One thing I was NOT thinking would happen was that My "foe" would have thought of a new combo of sorts. he had gone low and spun, a trip manuver i easliy jumped over. what i dident expect about it? his wood sword imeaditly following in a downward cleave. got hit in the head pretty hard there. and lost the duel because of it. i do think i should just stop writeing about it and go to bed, before this head ache gets worse. *the signature happens to be burned beyound ablilty to read.
(so, here ends my first "Journal entry" attempt that allows me to explain my characters early childhood and how he died the first time. this is also the first time i had presented a sort of story to people outside of basic RolePlay. so open to critisem. P.s. im not revealing the writers name cause i havent thought of one yet. and incase you havent relized, the person i will be playng as is the owner of the journal.)