Famers Storywriting Debate Tournament Round #1

The basic idea of this debate is that both sides must together write a story. Whoever creates the most interesting continuation/orientation/conclusion of the story wins the vote for "most convincing arguments"Rules of this debate:8000 characters maximum72 hours for time to argue7 days voting periodYes to voting commentsPoints for spelling and grammar are awarded as per usual. There will be no points awarded for sources. However, as the rules of the tournament goes, if any of the debaters forfeits a round (unless both forfeits an equals number of times), they will, by default automatically lose all 7 points as a result. Good Luck! Title: The Hunters Betrayal_____________Prelude:He lay there stunned. Nose bleeding, physically broken, staring at the ceiling. "How had this happened? " he wondered, "how had he of all people, managed to find himself in this situation. " Just then, a young man, stood over him staring down at him with a cold gaze, "Allister! " the man croaked, "why are you here? " Allister smirked and let out a laugh, "Let me give you some advice old man, advice I recieved long ago from you, never trust anyone. " The man watched as Allister raised his axe in the air. .. ___________________________________________Two days previous_________________ Tjorbï¿½rn quickly dodged Allisters axe swing and kicked his legs out bringing him to the ground. He then jumped on him with lightning fast agility and put a knife to his throat. "Very good Allister," he said, "youve come a long way since I began training you. ""Thank you master Tjorbï¿½rn," he replied. Both men got up and walked over to a weapons rack sitting in the corner of the room. They placed their weapons on the rack and walked out of the room into the den of the house. "If I may ask master," Allister began, "when will you bring me along on one of your jobs? " Tjorbï¿½rn sat down on a chair in front of the fireplace. "Come Allister, sit down and I will answer your question. " Allister came over and sat, and waited. Tjorbï¿½rn had a pensive look on his scarred face. He was thinking of when he first met Allister. A young boy with no family, living on the streets. He had attempted to steal his coinpurse and Tjorbï¿½rn had chased him all throughout the streets of Elkvale. Finally catching him at his hideaway in one of the numerous alleyways scattered throughout the town. He had been thoroughly impressed at the young boys athleticism in running from him, and after thoroughly giving him a good scare, he decided to take the boy as his apprentice. Over the next 10 years he had molded Allister into what he was, a warrior, a fighter, a killer. Tjorbï¿½rn was a bounty hunter to some, a hitman to others. If you were able to pay, he was willing to kill, no questions asked. He knew the dangers of the work he did, and was hesitant to allow Allister along on one of his jobs. He had become like a son to him and he did not wish to see any harm come to him. "Soon, Allister," Tjorbï¿½rn finally spoke, "you are almost ready but not quite. " Allister groaned, "but master! Youve been saying this for a year now! " "I have," Tjorbï¿½rn responded, "and the same stands true as when I began saying it, you are not ready yet. ""But ma-" Allister was cut off mid sentence by his chair tipping over and falling to the floor. Tjorbï¿½rn had upended it with his foot, "No buts, boy, mind who is the master and who is the apprentice here. " With that Tjorbï¿½rn walked out of the house leaving Allister to calm down. Allister lay there for a few seconds before standing up. "He thinks me a weakling," he thought, "refuses to bring me along so I can actually get some usable experience instead of useless sparring. " Allister got up and walked into his room. He looked into the mirror inspecting himself. At 6 feet 6 inches he was taller than most people, even his master. Though his frame was wiry, he had over the course of his training gotten well-built and was now what others would describe as lean and muscular. His leanness fooled many into believing he was weaker than he actually was. He smirked remembering a few months ago when this massive brute thought him an easy target for a fight. The massive man had been very drunk and had been tormenting him the entire night, until finally Allister had spoken a few "choice words" to him about him, his dog, and his mother. The man had then attempted to attack Allister with the sword he had with him and Allister thoroughly embarassed him, sending him quickly to the floor with a few teeth missing, a broken wrist, and without his sword. Allister brushed his dirty blond hair aside and applied war-paint over the scar on his arm from a sparring accident between him and Tjorbï¿½rn a few years ago. "I known I'm ready," Allister said aloud, "I am fully capable of defending myself and I'm sure there is no danger involved in me coming along. " "Aye Allister," Tjorbï¿½rn spoke from behind him, standing in the doorway, "but are you ready to kill? Even if the person does not deserve it? "Yes! " Allister replied, "I would have no problem doing so! " "What of women and children? " Tjorbï¿½rn asked, "You know what my work entails, to kill, with no emotion. No regard for what is right and wrong, or innocent or guilty. The only thing this line of work is concerned with is who is paying for the services. " "Master you know I would have no problem doing so, you have trained me well, I remember all youve taught me, everything and I'm fully ready to come along and assist you. " Allister responded. "Aye boy, and I say you are not, and what is one of those things I taught you? ""That you are the one who decides what I can do or not do master," Allister sighed, "but I know I am ready! I want to prove my worth. " "Enough of this boy," Tjorbï¿½rn barked, I brought in firewood so you can start a fire and cook some dinner for yourself. I will be back tomorrow, you know what I'll be doing and you know what to do if I do not return. " With that he turned around and walked out of the house. Allister sighed again and walked out into the den and started a fire. A short half hour later he was eating in silence. Sulking over Tjorbï¿½rn's refusal to allow him to accompany him. When he finished he cleaned up and exited the house to dump the garbage onto the refuse pile. When he returned he was schocked to find a woman standing in the den. .. _________________Characters: Allister- ApprenticeTjorbï¿½rn- Hitman/Bounty HunterWoman- Your choice on what part she plays TUFYou know the end result from the prelude, lets see if we can both connect the beginning to it along the wayTheme: Medieval Fantasy (no modern weaponry as you noticed, swords/daggers/axes)Good luck TUF :)