This is the first storyline for Isnatary, a game I'm working on. I am so positive there will be multiple variations of my storyline, (there always are!), so I'm numbering them. This is the first, and probably worst.
C&C gladly appreciated! ~JV
ISNATARY
Isnatary is an ancient tome that is believe to give unbelievable powers and the answers to all questions, to whoever reads from it. However, whoever reads fro it is damned to a life of agony and pain. But, that’s just ancient folklore, right?
That’s exactly what the Kohrsen family hopes, when one of their children brought home the ancient tome. He caused his father to faint, because he hadn’t thought it was real. However, Jasun is a rather crafty child. Luckily for his father, Jasun brought home a fake prop of the folklore tome.
After waking up from his scare-induced faint, Mr. Kohrsen punishes his son; the rest of the night in his room. Not really a suffice punishment for an 18 year old, but what can he do? Anyways, Jasun has other plans. The other children help their parents. Kaelin cooks, and Jackael gets ingredients from town.
After a long days work, the children are given their nights pay and are allowed to leave. They head out to The Hideout, and meet with their friends: Xonah, Terro, Delsyn, Acadia and Neoma, like most nights. After a while, Jasun and Jackael head out to weapons training with Calys and Sarkane.
It was on this night, that changed their lives forever. Jackael finally bested Calys in a sword fight, and was given the title of “Master Swordsman”, and began archery training. He was given Calys’ most prized short-sword.
Jasun also got a great title, as his arrows hit a bullseye 4 times on a target farther than Sarkanes. He, unlike Jackael, had not wanted to try fighting with a sword, he instead, was given a training crossbow.
Sometimes, good things happen to good people, and also bad things, and occasionally, both. This is what happened to both Jasun, Kaelin, and Jackael.
Jasun headed home to practice his crossbow secretly outside, and Jackael stayed behind to practice his archery with Calys.
Jasun had set up his new Crossbow targets, when a strong wind began. He figured he could get in a few shots before it stormed. He was wrong. He shot his first bolt, and it hit a candle inside, knocking it sideways. It was still on the metal plate, so he figured that it was no big deal. As he readied his second shot, another strong wind arose and knocked the candle off of the metal plate, catching his father’s papers on his desk on fire. Next, the desk caught. Then the curtains, then the walls. In a matter of moments the entire house was ablaze, and all he could do was watch the burning torch and listen to the agonising screams from inside.
Shortly after Jasun left, bad luck began. Calys showed Jackael how to fire his new bow. Calys explained to Jackael that unlike the sword fighting, it is vital that you pay attention when you fire. One miscalculated shot, and it can/will cost you dearly. Jackael acknowledged this information, and after a couple of shots, they were firing side-by-side. Quickly, Calys ran out of arrows and went to retrieve them. Three were in his target, one under Jackael’s, and one under his own. Jackael hadn’t known Calys went behind the targets, as he had dropped his arrow on the ground. He picked it back up, and fired. For once, his arrow pierced his target, and slammed his trainer in the neck. He rushed over to help, but it was too late. His idol was dead, and he was the one who killed him. He snapped his bow in half, and angrily threw it to the ground, and stalked home.
He arrived back in town to the heavenly aroma of burning pine, and he will soon discover that what he smelled was his own house.
All the townsfolk had gathered, listened, and watched the poor Kohrsen family house burn. Jackael had spotted his brother; standing in the same spot as he did when he fired, crossbow kicked away from him, soon the crackling of the fire died down.
