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Friday Five-Hundred – Alleyways
comment 16 Written by on January 23, 2009 – 10:11 am

Alright – for our first Friday Five-hundred, I’m copping out and stealing the prompt from the most recent WFR ficlet thread.  Here’s the rules:

  1. You have 500 words.
  2. Write about one of your own characters
  3. Try to stick to the “theme” of the prompt

This week’s prompt (From the Pretentious Bastard)…

Someone is walking through a back alley in a Major City, and they are mugged.  What happens to them?  What happens to the mugger?

Please post your response in your blog (since 500 words is a bit much for a comment) – I’ll make a list of links here in the post itself once I get responses.  Remember, the idea here is to have fun – this can be as serious or as silly as you like.  You don’t have to write 500 words – you just can’t write MORE than 500 words (if you want to try for 1024 characters).  Obviously, you can use this as a character development thing – or not.  You can write about a brand new character or your old favorites.  The idea is to WRITE!

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*If you have ideas for future ficlets, please use the contact form or email them to me at toomanyannas at gmail dot com.  I’ll happily use them and (of course) give you credit!

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16 Responses to “Friday Five-Hundred – Alleyways”

  1. I’m loving the new format. I’ve always wanted to do these sorts of things. Mine is linked below. 496 words featuring Wimzig Wintersprug.

    krizzlybears last blog post..Wimzig’s Whimsy: Don’t Mug a Death Knight

  2. Mine’s actually short enough for the comment…so here ya go. 🙂

    “Your gold, blood elf. Hand it over now, and I let you live.”

    Dandill Boughstrider sighed patiently, not bothering to turn around to face his assailant yet. In a busy city like Dalaran, he should have known this would happen eventually – even a city full of “haves” was bound to have a few “have nots” trying to get along on what they could.

    A glance out of the corner of his eye showed that his would-be mugger was human. Human, and more than old and fit enough to make his own way if he so chose. As Dandill pondered his options, a dagger pricking his lower back perilously close to his old battle-scar decided him. The death knight spun to face the human, reaching for the frost and the darkness as he smiled.

    “Wrong choice.”

    “You’re late, Dandy.” Drusi looked up from her book as the blood elf strolled through the door of their shared rooms, a very pitiful and very fresh ghoul trailing after him.

    “Sorry. I picked up a new playmate for “Bob” on the way home.”

    By Phileas on Jan 23, 2009 | Reply
  3. Just gonna throw my hat in the ring, here. Look for a post later tonight when I actually have some time to write one…

    teh Khol Abidess last blog post..Part the Fourteenth: Bloodwork

  4. Pill likes sheep

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  5. Posted!

  6. Done! The link below should take you to it!


    teh Khol Abidess last blog post..Intermission: Friday 500

  7. Don’t have a website to link this to, so I’ll try keep it short.

    They had to be desperate. Or stupid. Or both.

    That was the only reason Roldelan could think of as to why someone would try to mug a death knight in full armor, sheathed runeblade quite visible. He watched the small mob of would-be robbers stand before him.

    It was a motley group, a few young, scrawny pickpockets, a couple old men who seemed down on their luck, even a couple who seemed in their prime, all in various states of poverty; Roldelan could swear he’d seen some of them begging around Stormwind before. One wasn’t even armed, others had just enough of a weapon to say they were. The nearest one, carrying a pilfered dagger, came closer.

    “Give us yer weapon and your gold and maybe we’ll let yeh live, scum!” The man said in a harsh voice. “We’re doing you a service by only taking that!”

    The death knight showed no signs of movement, but a scratchy, withered voice replied “and I am doing you a service by telling you that if you run now you’ll live. I would ask you not try my patience, though.”

    The man snapped back “you Scourge scum don’t deserve to live!” Roldelan could see that this would not end pleasantly.

    Moments later the man charged. He ducked low, lunging hard. The thief saw the death knight appear to grow colder, frigid, and he quickly brought his blade up and pounded it into the death knight’s breastplate with all his might. The blade found its path between the Saronite plates and sunk in deep.

    The death knight did not even move.

    The thief looked up in slow realization as the death knight fixed his cold blue eyes on him. He resisted the urge to shout in fright as a gauntleted hand pried his hand from his dagger. Roldelan wordlessly pulled the thief’s hand up to the thief’s face.

    In a single, swift motion Roldelan pushed back on the thief’s hands and thumb, breaking them all at once. The thief screamed and fell to the ground. Pulling the dagger from his stomach, Roldelan added “I’d go see the priests about that. Try not to do that to a death knight again; I doubt my brothers would be so lenient. Really, you should try to avoid crime, as anyone else should.”

    With that the death knight walked on, quietly walking through the half-dozen others watching. No one moved to attack him as he walked past and continued on to his destination.

    By Rollandren on Jan 24, 2009 | Reply
  8. Posted!

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  9. Momage, the tiny pink haired Gnome, found her self wandering in the sewers of Dalaran. She could not remember how she ended up here but no matter like always she began to hum as she walked along toward the exit. Suddenly a massive Tauren appeared blocking her path. “I will be taking you gold along with your virtue” he bellowed. As usual Momage just giggled and waited for your attacker to make a move. He came towards her with bad intentions and as his hands were about to grasp her robes he felt a intensely cold sensation throughout his body and she was standing ten yards away in the blink of an eye. He could not move frozen in place and helpless as the little pink haired mage smiled and giggled this time not so sweetly. The blue light filled the alley and the massive Tauren was now a sheep. Momage walked over and picked up his gold pouches, undoubtedly obtained from unsuspecting victims. She thought to herself this is getting easier every day, maybe tomorrow I will stroll down the back alleys of Ironforge, I saw a nice death chill cloak in the auction house and only need 500 more gold.

    By Momage on Jan 26, 2009 | Reply
  10. Took me awhile to come up with one. 😛 But here’s mine, it’s pretty short.

    Murder Row was appropriately named, and Kaled kept his hands close to his swords as he walked alone that night. Khaotic had stayed at their home while he ran his errands, and now he was hurrying home where she probably had supper waiting. His thoughts were elsewhere as he walked quickly down the dark, empty street, until he heard the hiss of a drawn blade and a sharp whisper behind him.

    “Stop right there, hold your hands where I can see them, and hand over your gold,” the voice said. Kaled did as he was told, holding his hands out wide as he carefully turned to face his adversary. The scrawny male blood elf behind him had the pinched look of a bloodthistle addict, and a very large dagger in his hand pointed at Kaled’s gut. Kaled tried stalling for time.

    “Look, fellow, why do you want to rob me? Surely you could get a job or something?” he said conversationally. The elf snarled, “Shut up. Don’t want no job, want your money, now.” “Please,” Kaled continued. “Do you even know who, or what, I am?” The thief jabbed his dagger at Kaled’s stomach, causing him to suck it in quickly. “No I don’t, and don’t care. Why?” he said. “I am a hunter,” Kaled answered. “So you ought to know, it was a big mistake to try and rob me.” The thief spat at his feet. “And why is that, hot shot?” he asked nastily, then suddenly froze, a look of panic and horror coming over his face as a low growl started from behind him. Kaled smiled grimly as he saw Ashkeyana come into view over the thief’s shoulder. “Because, my young, stupid friend,” he told the other elf. “Hunters never travel alone.”

    Sarais last blog post..Oh. My. Golly…

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