Hi,
I'm new to this particular forum, and i was wondering if anyone would be interested in seeing a part of an *original* fantasy type story that I'm currently writing. I'm hoping to write a proper-length novel.
If anyone is interested in reading and submitting some constructive criticism it would be great..... thanks in advance.

Also, if anyone else has some original fantasy work that they have written, please post it on this thread, as i would also like to see what other people are capable of....
If you would like to see some of my stuff, I will post it on this thread when i get time, probably in the next few days http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...iles/smile.gif

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Well, you've come to the right place, it seems.

Many of us here post our work for it to be reviewed and commented on. http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...iles/smile.gif
I'm sure several of us here would like to read what you are working on. Also, check out some threads on General Discussions like: Tears Fountain Sanctuary (poetry) and several "A chapter of a story I'd like to share with you'-type threads over there.

Welcome! http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...es/biggrin.gif http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...iles/wavey.gif

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Welcome to the Iron Works forum! If you go to the General Discussion forum, then you will see many others who are writing stories. But Dragonmage already said that. If you want, you can try your hand at online roleplaying by writing portions of stories and others join in. My favorite author for that sort of thing is Dragonmage. Dragonmage has an astounding grasp of the arcane arts, symbolism, and expository writing. If there were a long line of people who were fans of Dragonmage's writing, you would find me in that line.

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I'd be very interested in your story YeRFDoG. By the way, nice nickname. What does it mean?

AAMOF, I believe almost everyone here has plans towards writing a fantasy novel (I know I do) I'd be glad to comment on what you've got so far, and maybe one day I'll show you some of my 'work' too (the problem is that I still haven't decided wether to do it in English or in Dutch, and I have so many ideas that I cannot possibly fit them all in a single novel, not to mention the enormous gaps that are still there. *sigh* Who ever said that a writer's life would be easy http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...miles/wink.gif)

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Thanks for the replies.... I will post some of my story on monday

Btw mitsos, my nickname is my RL surname mixed around a bit, which my friend came up with on the spur of the moment. It doesn't mean anything, it's just original, so I like it http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...miles/wink.gif

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Freydog? Isn't that an ancient Germanic name for friday?
Came from their God Freya, or actually Godess if I remember correctly http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...miles/wink.gif

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Hey Legolas,
No thats not where my name or username came from, its actually Godfrey backwards....
Anyway, a part of my story is coming in about 5 mins http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...iles/smile.gif

Hi again,

here is a part of my story, and i thank all in advance for any constructive criticism (no matter how bad it is http://www.ironworksforum.com/ubb/no...miles/wink.gif).... I admit that my names are a bit weird, corny or whatever, but give it a chance and please tell me what u think.

As the lazy sun sunk below the eastern hills, Nivor Drahnol lay on his straw mattress and wondered what would be in store for him tomorrow. He was a sixteen-year-old orphan, a slave to the Lohrac family in the tiny human settlement of Cahnstone. His master, Mr Lohrac, was a smithy, skilled in the age-old trade of metalworking and forgery. Nivor himself was scarcely allowed in the blacksmith workshop, he was simply a source of labour (for which the Lohrac’s had paid no small dollar) and therefore should strictly never be seen by customers. Nivor led a physically hard life, and although the family treated him like a rusty anvil, he was fed, clothed and sheltered reasonably. Nevertheless Nivor hated his life and service to the Lohrac’s, as many in the circumstances would. When he was but an infant, Nivor was sold into slavery by his parents who needed money badly in order to buy food to live, or so he was told. Master Lohrac had mentioned such in rare moods of benevolence. Throughout his early life, young Nivor had heard tales of old about mythical creatures roaming endless wilderness many days away from Cahnstone. In his adolescence Nivor sensibly disregarded these tales as useless myth. Even if they were only half-true, nothing would help his case, nothing would free him short of his father returning out of the past and paying off Master Lohrac. Of course Nivor was not eager to see his father or mother again; but if it meant freedom? With such thoughts in mind, it is no wonder why Nivor did not look forward to the next day, or the foreseeable future, for that matter. Unbeknown to him, certain events would soon occur that would change his fate forever.
It was many hours past dusk, yet Nivor could not sleep. He told himself that he ought to, as he would be dreadfully tired tomorrow, but to no avail. Tomorrow was also the day in which he had to rearrange Master Lohrac’s storehouse. He had to carry around heavy suits of mail and preposterous iron gauntlets as fast as possible, to the crack of Mr Lohrac’s gravelly voice. Eventually Nivor drifted restlessly towards sleep, but suddenly he heard the distant sound of horses hooves beating on the cobblestone road. Someone was galloping towards the town, at a time when all were usually deep asleep. Something was amiss, but what? Nivor sighed to himself and desperately tried to get to sleep, it would be no one concerning him and he really couldn’t afford to be tired tomorrow. But then something happened which roused his attention further, now he was fully awake. Sleep, for the moment, was forgotten. There was not just one rider but many. What really made him listen was the sound the riders made. They were yelling to one another as they galloped closer, in a mysterious tongue he did not recognise. The speech, if it can be called that, sounded vulgar, corrupted, and very unusual. It rose and fell in harsh snorts, snarls and guttural noises. Here and there, Nivor heard a throaty click or expression that almost sounded like the common tongue he knew, but not quite. As the weird horsemen got closer, their ‘voices’ rose to a climax, followed by the scraping sound of sword being drawn from scabbard. By this time many of the townsfolk had awakened, and their voices could be heard in the frenzy. Nivor rose from his meagre bed and slipped into his dirty tunic and sandals, deciding that he would wake Master Lohrac. He ran to the Lohrac’s house (for Nivor lived in a little shed out the back of the family property) and searched for his master and his wife (any children the Lohrac’s must have had probably moved out years before). They were no where to be seen. Evidently they had rushed out to hear what was happening. The slave rushed through the family house, looking for his Master.
He wasn’t there.
Nivor then proceeded to run outside onto the street, still looking and shouting for Master. Yet as soon as he ran outside something stopped him; he skidded to a halt on his rough sandals. The mysterious riders were plain to see, mounted on dark steeds, their glowing torches flying through the air, to land on straw-thatched roofs, setting them ablaze like a magnificent sunset. Nivor was too stunned to act, and the Lohrac’s were still nowhere in sight. Nearby, villagers fell to the glimmering swords of the outlanders, as a few of the town guards attempted a half-hearted resistance, swords drawn hastily, armour half on. Thus it was towards this scene that Nivor had mixed emotions. He could quite easily escape from his life of hell by running away. Yet all he knew was here in Cahnstone, he had no idea of what creatures and perils lay outside this meager township, and he didn’t have much of an idea how to survive. But life here was a life of constant hardship and dreadful physical labour, surely anything could be better than that? As he pondered his actions, the fight drew closer to Nivor, and by now many villages, guards, and riders lay slain in front of him.

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Very good YeRFDoG!!!
Great job!





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