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Exercise #12 - 8/5/07 - Characterize Conan
You know Conan. Big, tall warrior and so on. Maybe some of you have even read some of the original stories.
Write a scene with Conan and three masked men. Show who Conan is.
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Re: Exercise #12 - 8/5/07
At the risk of sounding dumb I'm going to ask this. Who is Conan? I seem to vaguely remember something about a barbarian, is that right?
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Re: Exercise #12 - 8/5/07
"Who are you?" a deep slow voice echoed down the hallway.
The trio stopped dead in their tracks. Before them stood a mountain of a man,muscles bulging atop other muscles, clothed only in a loincloth, with a large round shield hanging from his back and an enormous sword gripped in both hands. The point of that steel monstrosity was pointed right at them.
The center masked bandit, whispered to the others. "Don't move a muscle, and don't anger it. I've seen him before. If I can talk our way past him we'll be alright, otherwise we are dead."
"There is only one of him," hissed the burlier of the bandits.
"Yeah, he looks like a dumb brute, anyway." remarked the other.
At that the loin-clothed man growled, eyes widening dangerously. The center bandit raised his hand placatingly, careful to keep his hands away from the sword strapped to his waist. It wouldn't be of any use here.
"He is a dumb brute," he hissed to the other two, "but that is beside the point! Now let me handle it!"
"Who are you?" the thing repeated.
"Ah yes, good -uh - sir," said the middle man. "We are just the cleaning staff here at this glorious temple.
"Cleaning?" it boomed. "Why wearing masks?"
"Oh, ah, these," he fingered the mask. "Merely protection, my good sir. Yes, protection from, the uh... dust. Yes, dust. Very dusty your average temple you know. Yes I thought you would. A -er- man of your fine -er- intellect."
The muscled giant grunted. "Heard priest man say robbers took jewels."
"ah ha ha, well you see, there you have it, we are cleaning staff, not robbers, and we um.. have to go sweep up the entry way." The central bandit walked forward cautiously and gave the bulky creature a genial pat on the shoulder, before then slipping by. "You are doing a great job, those robbers haven't a chance."
The other two bandits merely stood there, eyes near to popping out of their heads. One exclamed, "I can't believe that thing believes that you and I are cleaning staff."
"Quiet," said the smaller of the two, "he's dumb not deaf."
"Me not dumb," came a growl from the hulking brute. "Wait, if you not cleaning staff, who are you?"
The two were making their way past him, their boss long since gone with the jewels.
"We are the robbers you thick-witted fool." Said the bigger bandit.
The smaller man turned on his associate, "You idiot, why did you go and tell him THAT?"
"What? We're passed him now, and he's still outnumbered. Now I wonder, where did the boss-" He never finished his sentence.
A half foot wide, six foot long blade suddenly swung down with tremendous force, cutting the two bandits in half before getting stuck several inches into the stone wall on the other side.
Miles away, the third bandit rode along the dusty road on his stolen horse, happily bouncing the bag of stolen gems in his palm.
"I'm really going to have to hire some smarter lackeys. Then again, they were a sure fire escape system."
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Re: Exercise #12 - 8/5/07
Well, here's my effort. 
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"We caught them sneaking around the back staircase, Sire. What shall we do with them?"
The guards shoved three captives in front of the throne and forced them to kneel.
"Hrmpf." The King bent his dark gaze on the three crouching figures. Masks covered their faces, and they didn't meet his eyes. "Dogs! What made you crawl into my palace?"
When they didn't speak, he banged a mighty fist on the armrest of his golden throne. "Answer me!"
One of them raised a shaking head, black eyes shifting a few times before meeting the King's piercing blue ones. When the captive finally spoke, the voice was high.
"Mighty Conan, we mean no harm. My ... sisters and I just wanted to ... see the hero of our dreams." She removed the mask, hung her head and fell silent again.
The King's great laugh boomed through the hall. "In that case, let them dance for me!"
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Re: Exercise #12 - 8/5/07
Good job both of you!
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