<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26027410</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:47:37.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Realm of Forduar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realm-of-forduar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26027410/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realm-of-forduar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AnneMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412620110464182009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26027410.post-114492732733870759</id><published>2006-04-13T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T04:22:07.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the realm of forduar chapters 1-4</title><content type='html'>The Realm of Forduar&lt;br /&gt;By: AnneMarie Mize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Order!” yelled the judge, “after receiving twenty lashes, Samantha’s fate will be decided.” Samantha was an ordinary pheasant who had only been in the wrong place at the wrong time and was being accused of murder. As she was leaving for court, her mother had said, “If you see my signal, run, run and don’t stop.” Samantha though about this during the painful torture of a whip being snapped across her back. “Samantha Judson, please rise” said the judge. “By decision of the jury, you are hereby sentenced to death by hanging for the murder of William Brown, which will occur………” “Samantha, Now!” yelled her mother. As Samantha took off running, an arrow grazed her shoulder, but she kept going. A while later, she found a large courtyard and laid down behind a small, crumbling stone bench, half under some large bushes, sheltering her from the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No father!” yelled 17 year old prince Jordan, “I will not marry that bratty princess, King Jonathan’s daughter. All she wants are dresses, tiaras and jewelry. She’s never even met me for god’s sake!” “Jordan Marsoni! We don not abuse God’s name in this house!”, Sighing, his father, King Asa said, “We’ll talk again tomorrow. “No, we won’t! I WILL NOT MARRY HER”, he yelled, furious, Jordan went outside to his bench and sat down. ‘Uhhhhh’, groaned someone under him. Jordan looked down behind him, and gasped. “Who are you?” he asked. “Wait, you’re that girl that they said murdered William!” sighing, Samantha sat up,”ok, I did not murder him, it was………Well, I actually don’t know, I only saw him from behind. Jordan came over, intending to shake her by the shoulders and try to make her remember, but when he put his hands on her shoulders, she flinched. He slowly lifted the back of her shirt and winced, “let’s have someone look at that.” “NO! If someone recognizes me they’ll turn me in! I was supposed to be executed today and I ran.” Speechless and possibly knowing the answer, Jordan asked, “Then who was the woman they hung today?” “How should I know?” muttered Samantha. “Let’s go andCheck with the man with writes down everything happens throughout the day.” Suggested Jordan “Ok dumbo, he’s called a scribe” “I knew that.” Muttered Jordan, “I was…testing you.” So Jordan went inside the Mansion of a home and came out with a record book. “Ok, let’s see, April, April, Ap… Here we go; On April 5th of 1867 Cherry Judson was hung in stead of Samantha Judson for helping Samantha escape her sentence of death.” Samantha slumped to the ground, moaning, “Mom…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mom”? Said Jordan, “They hung your mother”? Samantha was on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, “why… how…how am I gonna get back…have to resume the throne…now I’m……queen……of Fordudar …How will I get home”? Samantha gasped as she realized what she’d said aloud, “oh, please don’t tell anyone, nobody was supposed to know, after an army from Ganghi attacked my…mother’s castle and killed my father, we were told to dress as pheasants and live here till things cooled off, but no one knew my mom would be killed too.” At, that Samantha broke down and started sobbing uncontrollably and Jordan, doing the first thing that came to mind, gave her a hug, to let her know that someone cared and would be there for her.~“Sir John”, said a man, bowing. “Yes, yes, what is it?” The servant nervously took a few steps back and tentatively said, “I have a reply from the young prince whom you requested marry Princess Emily.” The King got excited, “Oh wonderful, well, read it to me, what did Jordan say, when will they be married?!?!?!” The servant started shaking nervously and replied“Dear John, Please ignore the rudeness of this note, but I will not marry such a rude and self centered young “woman” hopefully a suitor will come along, and with that I wish you the best of luck” Prince Jordan”“What!! I will have his head for this! Prince Jordan will regret the day he chose to dishonor my name by disgracing my daughter!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3:“Come on.”, said Jordan abruptly, “Come with me!” “But where are we going?” asked Samantha. “Well, we are going to sneak into the castle and get you some of the servants old clothes, and get me some as well, then we going to get you home, to get you away from the murder rap, and to get me away from that brat Emily!” Standing they moved towards the castle, suddenly curious, Samantha said, “Who is Emily?” Sounding slightly annoyed, Jordan answered, “I’ll tell you later.” Hurrying on, Samantha and Jordan made it into the castle. Sneaking around past the kitchen, the stole into the servants quarters, where they grabbed a few outfits. Silently, the made it to one of the vast, living rooms, where Samantha asked him if he planned on leaving a note. “Yeah, I guess” Jordan answered, grinning sheepishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dear mother and Father, I am sorry to leave you like this, I cannot have an arranged marriage, and I never really wanted to rule this country. You’re forever loving son, Jordan Marsoni”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, let’s go” whispered Samantha. After they got outside, Jordan turned for one last look. “Bye”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“AHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOO!!!!” came a scream. King Asa ran downstairs to find his wife sobbing in the great hall. “Dear woman! Are you trying to wake the whole house hold? Whatever is the matter?” Sobbing uncontrollably, his wife passed him the note the Jordan had left. “What???? How could he go and do such a thing??? I ‘m not going to live forever, I need him to take over the country and to marry a young princess, not go gallivanting across the world because he doesn’t want to rule!” his father yelled, pacing across the throne room. “CAPTAIN!” “Yes m’lord?” “Send every company out after my son, and do not return unless you have him as well.” “As you wish m’lord.” The Captain smiled wickedly and left the room, bowing as he walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the accidental romance"soo, what did you do when you lived in the castle?" Jordan asked. "Honestly? I tried as hard as I could to get away from the place, as often as I could." "huh, not too much different from me." Gasping at another stomach pain, Samantha bent over, trying to massage the cramp out. "you ok?" "yeah, I'll be fine." Up ahead, a local tavern offered food and an overnight hotel. "Lets go." said Samantha. "In there? jordan asked. "what, have you been living the palace life for to long? rich boy?" she said this with a mocking smile on her face. "Ok, fine, I am not going to be degraded by a townsgirl, lets go." When they entered the tavern, they were greeted by a rank smell of unwashed bodies and stale beer. 'Samantha seemed accustomed to the smell' Jordan thought , as he led the way to an empty table. After sitting down and ordering some food, the two decided to not stay there for the night, Samanthat and Jordan took the food and decided to leave. When they were heading for the door, an older man, possibly in his late 50's came up to Samantha. "I'll give you a quarter for the night." "excuse me?" she asked, in a voice that was possibly too haughty than it should have been. "you and me, tonight, 25c." "sorry, i'm not interested." "fine 50c and thats my last offer" "I said no!" the man grabbed her arm and wrenched her towards him, "no one says no to me!" "I belive she just did!" yelled Jordan, smashing his fist in the mans face. Then a huge fight started, the man fell over a table and knocked several drinks over and in the confusion, Samantha and Jordan slipped out. "Ok, that was just wierd." muttered Jordan. Samanthat was quiet for a while after that. After they had walked about a mile more, they came to a horse, just standing in the road. After looking around to see if anyone was going to claim it, they took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~MEANWHILE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CAPTAIN!" "what is the current update on the location of my son!?" "I am sorry sir. his location remains unknown, however, several people we have spoken to have seen him and I am sure we will locate him soon." King Asa paced the floor, "The queen is in hystarics, she cannot take the pressure of her only son missing. Find him now!" "yes sir" muttered the Captain as he hurried out of the throne room. "Stupid King! Who does he think he is? bossing me around like that? I'll show him! Jordan will make it back allright! IN PIECES! and that girl he is supposedly with, hmp. She can suffer at the hands of Galu, she ought to be enough pay to cover my old debts." grinning wickedly to himself, Captain Hojo left the castle to find Jordan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26027410-114492732733870759?l=realm-of-forduar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realm-of-forduar.blogspot.com/feeds/114492732733870759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26027410&amp;postID=114492732733870759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26027410/posts/default/114492732733870759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26027410/posts/default/114492732733870759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realm-of-forduar.blogspot.com/2006/04/realm-of-forduar-chapters-1-4.html' title='the realm of forduar chapters 1-4'/><author><name>AnneMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13412620110464182009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
