Saturday, June 6, 2009

Chapter one: Trials and Exile

And now for Chapter one: Trials and Exile.

"QUIET IN THIS COURT!!!" The Judge screamed, silencing the crowd, and Asserting the authority that should well be. the Marbled hall echoed, and the room full of people, were silenced. From the Judge's chair he could see the handles of many weapons, of varying shape, recently allowed in all areas of town. The people refocused themselves on the man in black at the chair. "This court is not to decide the fate of the Di-Gor-Mon! We are here to rectify the Differences between the Law, and what the people want!" He glared out over the courtroom, looking into the faces of the people. Some hungry for the blood of their fair deputy, others cry because of the anger that was shown towards the man who a short six months ago, the people loved and cared about. There should not be this much anger, but alas there was. anger and resent for a man just doing his job, trying to get things done the way they should be. No one wanted to hear the reason of peace. The judge resumed speaking, "Now then, there Will be a fair vote in the coming days, to decide what the people want for a Di-Gor-Mon. and it will be a fair trial, done as it always is. There will be NO weapons allowed, even though the law does permit carrying of such devices, in plain daylight. Anyone who questions this ruling, will be asked to not participate in the vote, and placed in the jail for the entirety of the ceremony understood!?" The crowd murmured their replies of yes, and then Demeratu spoke from the back of the room.

"Your Honour! Permission to step into the litigation area?" The Judge nodded his approval and allowed him to step into the area reserved for lawyers and prosecutors, and addressed the people in attendance. "People of Setins! We have a unique opportunity here! This town is set in the old ways! You see that evidenced here! This deputy that is the law here is stagnant! he does things th-" "DEMERATU!" The Judge yelled from his post. Drawing the immediate attention of the Entire room, and even a small bit of fear from the manipulator of Setins. "I stated that this is not the place to discuss Gurnagh (Gur-gnaw) Maropoa! You have blatantly disregarded that statement! Did you think I would sit and let this happen! Your are dismissed from this proceeding. You may still participate in the Vote, you have been here long enough to participate, but you are no longer welcome in this courtroom until after The vote. now, get out." Demeratu Left but the poison that he spewed had already affected the townsfolk. Those who were still supporting Gurnagh, began swaying, was the town really stepped in its old ways? was it truly time for something new? The Judge sat and weighed all of these things, and Stared at the people he had been representing for so long. He knew Gurnagh's father. He did not want to think that demeratu was right. At that momment the Honorable Judge decided, that no one was going to sway him. The Di-Gor-Mon, was a good man, and this Demeratu was one who would distroy the order of things. No man.

Gurnagh was walking down the main avenue when a drunkard walked out of one of the new taverns that had sprung up since Demeratu came. that very building was on of the small shops that was owned by His dear friend, Morath. About a year ago he closed his little shop, and opned a new Tavern much to the dismay of Gurnagh and his supporters. He sold liqour from all over the planet that was very expensive, and for the most part very foul tasting at first. He even claimed that the had several off world varaities, but most were sure that was a lie. The drunk stumbled over to Gurnagh, and started hollering at him "Ahh, Look who it IS! the BIG BAD DI-GOR-MON TRYING TO TAKE OUR NEW TOYS AWAY! How dare you ya bastard! Can't you see that we need this stuff! Its progress! YOUR A FOOL OF A DEPUTY! AND YER DAMN FATHER WAS A BIGGER FOOL THAN YOU!!!"

ok... Random stop. GHave to figure out what Gurnagh is going to respond with. MOre in a bit!

Friday, June 5, 2009

My Story...

OK, this is the idea I was referring to, from this point forward, It is His story. I'll let him tell you the rest...

I used to live here, in Setins, this gleaming city with its beautiful walls of pristine Titanium alloy. I spent the first years of my life, living here and growing in the ways of law. My father Dionatrus maropoa, was the Di-gor-mon or, deputy of this town. He trained me to follow the law and keep our town safe. that was just the Maropoa legacy. My family has been the law in Setins for years. the people have an opportunity to chose a new Di-gor-mon every year, but they always pick a Maropoa, and when that one gets older they just vote in the son to do the job. it was such a good place with the streets so clean and nice, but now... its stained. The blod of the many people who got in my way. The fair folks of this small, but advanced city. I was the Di-gor-mon Of course. that is the Lot of our family! to be the hand of law in this town. the only one who could deliver justice in a way that was fair to all the inhabitants. I was the one, and the people loved the job I was doing! I was just and good, but then a new Man came to town. he came promising that this town could grow, become stronger, and eventually branch out with an armed force to take other cities on the planet. He wanted to give the people strange weapons... armaments that were far more powerful than the weapons that were allowed here in Setins.

I stood by the laws which were in place for our town. the weapons that he brought were not allowed. This man Demeratu was more than allowed to stay and visit, even live if he so desired, but such talk of weapons and conquest were not in the character of this place. He settled his talk down and went to a local hotel and took room. I let him go, I never bothered him again. I trusted that he would keep to the law that was laid. I thought wrong he spent most of his time in company of the people in town, visiting with them and filling their heads with lies... tales of his battles. Then things started changing and not for the better.

The people rapidly fell in love with this Demeratu's promises of power and conquest. I Of course had to investigate! My people were falling prey to evil, doing things that were never done! I saw two men kill each other in cold blood, just to prove that they had the most powerful weapons. Demeratu was objected to my investigation of the murders, saying that it was their own fault for standing against against each other, and not being safe. The town sided with him. Slowly, they started changing the laws. The weapons were allowed. Armor became something that merchants began selling... and I was voted away. The town leaders came to me and asked me poiltley, to step down and allow Demeratu to become the Law of Setins. I told them that I would only Voluntarily leave my post if the townsfolk voted me that way. Luckily for me voting was so far off. I thought. Then The fateful day came. They informed me that the Vote shcedule ahd been changed and my Position would be voted on the following day. This is where my story will really begin. With the voting. With my end as Law man, and becoming the Cowboy. A reject of the city...

ok, must run for now, but hey you have the Prolouge!

I can't think of a good first name for the Cowboy... any ideas?

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Ahh, A new Blog.

SO I finally decided to go and write a full awesome blog entry. Problem is I have run out of Ideas As of... now. Ok that was a tiny joke, I mean I am not totally Out of Ideas, I mean I do have a new Companion, to do missionary work with, so that is good. I am quite excited for this coming set of weeks, learning new things etc.

I dunno it should be a good time, Sir Jackson, is quite a good man. I think we are going to have some good times, and enjoy the time we have to work with each other. So yeah. Stil lliving in Belle Blaine Iowa, that is good its still a small town, but it is a good one. I like the folks here they are nice, and have that small town helpful Charm. for the most part. there have been a few people, that dont care for Mormon missionaries in there Town, but I can't balme them. there are a lot of bad things that get spread around about us, and I suppose that is one reason we are here. to help alleviate some of the dirty rumors about us. I am alright with that.

Lets see... not much new to report. I have been working on this story idea in my head perhaps Ill write some of it next time I post. Infact I will.

Mucho love mates.

-Austin J