Thread: The fantasy collaborative cliche novel

Re: The fantasy collaborative cliche novel It's possibly a mercy that Daisy fainted....again as Tom in his panic at having lost sight of the subject of his unrequited but desperate love had reached in the direction he'd last seen her and, umm, uhh, sort of groped an area he would normally never have touched. Jerking back in embarrassed consternation, dismay, shame, (and secret ecstasy) his hand felt as if possibly he'd burned...

Re: The fantasy collaborative cliche novel Wiping off his blade, Tirran ran away from the area of the murder he just committed to where he had left the others, momentarily surprised at the fact that nobody appeared to be there. Keeping to the shadows, he snuck in silently, taking a chance and quaffing a potion he pulled from his pack. Immediately it burned as it went down his throat, but he saw faint outlines of his companions. "Nice...

Re: The fantasy collaborative cliche novel 'What the heck? Where've you all gone?' Rita called. 'Miss Rita,' Tom cried. 'Daisy's disappeared. And the wheelbarrow. And my arm.' 'Blug rats! Someone's swiped me toads.' I wake up. I feel as if I have been sleeping in a wheelbarrow, which is not something I have ever done before, as we have proper beds in the humble, but clean hovel which I...

"Have they gone?" Through the metal grill in the barred, locked and furniture obstructed door peered the youngest of the four village guards, Domy, son of Mad Meg. "I think so. Do we now race after them and try and hit them over the heads?" "Not unless you are secretly in the pay of the Evil Dark Overlord; but I think that id Jomy's job, no?" The indicated guard nodded miserably as he...

Re: The fantasy collaborative cliche novel "Ach! Wha'd ye do that fer, ye silver-haired pansy!?!" "Well, Guts, the crickets were in danger of taking over the descriptive passages of this novel. Someone had to do something."

The dwarf, whose name, incidentally, is Grumbleguts Stonechewer, looks up at the dragon. "Oi, you! I hope that you're going to pay for those roasted toads! Preferably with gold..." "Mmmm....gold...."

"I am sure you do but you will have to peddle your wares elsewhere m'lady for I am a married man...married to good, to justice, to She Who Watches Over Us. Alas I may not stray from my mistress. I must keep my mind clear and my Sword clean to stop the Darkness from coming" Talethius tilted his head as he spoke, looking off in the distance as if seeing something in the sky.

Re: The fantasy collaborative cliche novel A hooded figure is stood a few feet away pretending he's not listening to every word said or watching every moved made. The dark one will be pleased, he mutters to himself just as the scullery boy's rolling pin hits him between the eyes knocking him out cold. "Sorry mister, never seen you there" the scullery boy rushes over looking agog at the blood. "you...

To save time we could just quote from the Shannara books?

"Was that your house I saw on fire ?"