20th Winter, 511 AV
Snipe sat at his table, in his rented room at Travellers Inn. On the table infront of him sat two parchments and a blank book. Snipe stared at the light emanating from the candle's tops. He tapped his fingers on the table, thinking of what he could write about. He knew some folk tales but they had already been created. Snipe had always known how to tell storys and how to write, he had always like to try to pesuade people in his writting but at the moment he wanted to write a Fantasy story which he hoped would one day become a play. He pulled out a quill from the ink vial and started to write down notes on the page. Setting: Mizahar. Time: 150 AV. Storyline: About a race that had never been disscovered. A race that only 0.002% of the population was part of. The story gose on to tell the story of the undisscovered race and how they lived. Main Charecters: Undisscovered Race (still thinking up name) He read what he had wrote, not much but enough for a start. He placed his quill back in the Ink Vial and sat back, waiting for the images to start forming in his head.