The Dink Network

Dink Smallwood and the legend of GoodHeart
The sun didn't shine. The Gods were angry. It was lighting and raining. It must had been raining more than 300 years ago, when KernSin had drown. But KernSin hadn't drown... atleast yet. A man was standing at the road. The man had a long blue hat, where was yellow painted moons and stars. He had a little coat on him. He was a dwarf. There was a face under the hat, but it couldn't been seen, because his long beard. He was looking foward to KernSin. And finally, he saw what he had been waiting for three days. A man ride from KernSin. He had the most black horse in the whole land. He had, aswell, the moust black cape in the land. He had a black hood on his head, and only his broken nose, and mouth could bee seen behind it. The man looked deep to the little dwarf. ''It was a bloody time already! What took you so long?'' said the dwarf. ''The Goblin council was late'' the other man responsed. ''Were they late for THREE DAYS?!'' dwarf asked again. Man looked the dwarf with little angry eyes. Then he yealled: 'YES, MARTRIDGE! THEY WERE LATE FOR THREE DAYS!!''. The dwarf, who was really a great wizard, and who's name was Martridge, looked at the other man. ''Alright. I'm sorry, but I've got another mission for you.'' Man looked Martridge with his surprised eyes for two minutes. Then finally he said: ''Well, tell king Daniel to send another knight. I've got a week of holidays.'' Martridge responsed: ''Yes, but this is important! The moust important mission in your whole life''. Man stop his horse, and get down from it. He walk straight to Martridge, and shot the Hell-Fire spell to Martridge. Martridge flyed on the hill. Man walked again to Martridge. Then he said: ''I just came from 3 weeks mission. I've deserved atleast one holiday!'' A knight came to the hill. ''Dink Smallwood!'' he yealled. The hood headed man came to the knight. He was Dink Smallwood. ''What is it?'' Dink asked. ''King Daniel wants to see you.'' knight said. Dink finally gave up. ''Alright.'' he said, deeply sighting. ''Dink! You must help me!'' Martridge yealled on the hill. Dink turned around: ''Nine, tomorrow morning, in your hut.'' Dink said.

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Dink walked to the throne room, where king Daniel was already waiting for him. ''Welcome, Dink!'' king Daniel said. ''Yeah, yeah! What is it? I though I was going to have a week of holidays!!?'' Dink said. ''I'm sorry Dink, but our kingdom is in huge danger!'' king Daniel replyed quickly. Dink yealled: ''Not again!'' King Daniel answered: ''I'm afraid so. Dink, you must go to the Island Z, and get ride of the monsters there. I've heard, that monsters are killing people there.'' ''I'll do it! But, I need to sleep atleast one night.'' Dink said. ''Ofcourse'' king Daniel responsed. ''You can sleep your night here, and leave tomorrow.''

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On morning, Dink woke up, ate some breakfast, and left to Martridge.
Just after Dink left, the castle's gate blew open. All the guards, as king Daniel himself got scared. Soon, when they finally saw something behind the smoke wall, they noticed seven, black caped, and hooded men, who had smoke instead of legs, under the cape. Their red and shining yes only could bee seen under their hoods. Soon, another man wolk to the throne room, with them. He looked like a normal man, but he was burning all the time, and he had a skull as his head. Two guards yealled: ''HAIL!'' in front of them. Before anyone noticed, two of the seven, dark caped, men had killed them, and chopped their head off. King Daniel took a sack behind his throne. ''Give my gold'' king Daniel said. ''Ofcourse'' Man responsed, while walking to king Daniel. ''I hope you get ride of Dink Smallwood'' he then said. ''Absolutely!'' king Daniel said. ''Good'' burning man responsed. Then he took a chest and throw it to castle's floor. ''There's 6 million gold, as our deal promised'' man said. ''Yes. Good! Soon the whole World will be turned to GoodHeart. And it will turns out into GoodHeart's Legend!'' king Daniel yealled. Burning man quickly too his burning sword, and put it beetwen king Daniel's eyes. Then he said: ''Remember, that you're not my king!'' ''You're just an old king, who wants some power. Me again, am The moust powerful God in universe, I am Seth! And I hope you'll do what you promised, king'' King Daniel was scared. He knew what Seth could do. And he had all the time known it was Seth. ''I will, my Lord... I will'' he then said.
Meanwhile, Dink had heard from Martridge, that Martridge one day saw one of Seth's seven servants. So, it meant, that Seth had returned. Dink had got to the island now, and it seemed, that the rain was finally ending. Dink soon noticed monsters near him.
He had been ambushed by a huge pile of monsters.
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Dink took his Claw-Sword, which didn't have any kind of claws, but six claws of slayer. He shot a Hell-Fire spell to one of the monsters. Then he hit one of the monsters with his Claw-Sword.
After 2 hours of fighting he finally had beaten the monsters... expect one. The dragon was still standing there. Dink took his hood of, so he could see better. But, before he even saw anything, Dragon spit fire on him. Dink flyed to the beach. He just had gotten back to his feet, while the Dragon hit him with it's eight meters long tail. Dink was so tired, that he couldn't get standing up. Dragon hit him again, but this time with it's claws. Dink flyed and hit his head to stone. His Claw-Sword flyed to the sea, was lost. Dink had been defeated.

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While Dink had got almoust killed, and his head was bleeding, Seth appeared again to king Daniel.
''Hello, my Lord!'' King Daniel said. ''The plan has changed!'' Seth answered. ''What?!'' king Daniel asked. ''Yes! Instead of killing him, I want to meet Smallwood myself. Understand?'' Seth asked. ''Ofcourse! I will do everything to turn the Legend of GoodHeart true'' king Daniel yealled. Seth answered: ''You know what? The World's name doesn't turn into GoodHeart'' Then he smiled, and wolk away.

TO BE CONTINUED...

A Dink Smallwood story; By Skull. (Matias Kares)

The story isn't perfect! Please forgive me, but there can be some spelling errors. Thank you for reading this, if you did.

You have a nice plot going on. Pretty exciting story actually Do continue.

Thanks. I will.

You should make a full D-Mod, no Demo or trilogies. That will only make it incomplete since all Demo authors never finish their D-Mods. This sound good so keep on doing what'cha d00.

Erm! I think this is my BOOK. Not a D-Mod.

Dink took his Claw-Sword, which didn't have any kind of claws, but six claws of slayer. He shot a Hell-Fire spell to one of the monsters. Then he hit one of the monsters with his Claw-Sword.
After 2 hours of fighting he finally had beaten the monsters... expect one. The dragon was still standing there. Dink took his hood of, so he could see better. But, before he even saw anything, Dragon spit fire on him. Dink flyed to the beach. He just had gotten back to his feet, while the Dragon hit him with it's eight meters long tail. Dink was so tired, that he couldn't get standing up. Dragon hit him again, but this time with it's claws. Dink flyed and hit his head to stone. His Claw-Sword flyed to the sea, was lost. Dink had been defeated.

Your fighting scene needs work, it just isn't interesting this way in my opinion. Try elaborating a bit. I had some spare time so I rewrote it, just as an example.

Facing one of the vicious monsters, Dink unsheated his sword and calmly pointed it at his target. It had not been long since he last used his trusted Claw Sword to cut down the same type of monsters and it felt as if the sword itself had a lust for blood. Slipping into his familiar fighting stance, Dink charged at the monster, which had so far been idle, and without much effort dispatched it with a single upward slashing move. Dink grinned as the monster collapsed, eyeing the many other foes that still remained. However, instead of using his claw adorned sword to finish off the remaining monsters, he circled them, seemingly planning to lure his enemies into a particular formation.

It didn't take Dink long to achieve his goal. The monsters were still brainlessly approaching him, but due to Dink's manoeuvring, their movement now showed a distinct pattern. If one were to look at the battle from high above, it would become clear that all of the monsters were almost perfectly lined up, one after the other. A satisfied look appeared on Dink's face, just as his left hand began to glow a fiery red. The surge of power felt natural to him and he knew this spell would easily turn his adversaries into a pile of ash. The power had finished building up, urging Dink to release it. Still on the pursuit, the monsters had no idea what was coming for them. Their one line assault came to an abrupt end as the fire engulfed them. Dink's hellfire spell had not missed its target and made its way through the enemy mob, spreading intense flames to whatever it touched.

Dink lowered his arm, the energy had dissipated. He looked at the carnage before him and realized that he still hadn't lost his touch. If only Martridge could have seen him, he thought. Perhaps he would have been impressed and prepared to teach Dink a new spell. Dink's thoughts had wandered off a moment too long, however. From behind his back, a huge reptilian tail sought to end his adventurous life. Saved by his quick reflexes, Dink was able to dodge the razorsharp edges of the tail, preventing him from losing his head. As he threw himself to the ground, Dink identified his assailant. A worried look quickly replaced that of surprise. A new enemy had appeared, one he knew would not be taken care of as easily as his previous victims.

It had been a while since Dink last fought a dragon, but he remembered very clearly that this foe was not one to be taken lightly. Quickly getting back to his feet, Dink once again raised his sword while thinking of a plan of approach. He knew the dragon had an innate talent for magic, fire magic, and he could not help but worry about ending up like the monsters he had scorched just moments before. Dink took a deep breath, inhaling the ash the wind carried along so casually. It did not bother him, however. Instead, it reminded him of his abilities, reassuring him that this foe, too, would fall before him. The dragon did not rest and once again flung his tail toward his prey. This time, however, Dink did not intend to dodge it. He fully anticipated this to be the dragon's next move and had already thought of a counter. Running sideways, knees slightly bent, the bold adventurer and servant of the king allowed the tail to graze his left arm as this assured him the dragon's most dangerous body part was in close enough range to execute his next attack. Dink bent his knees just a bit more to take on the perfect position. He readied his sword almost vertically and thrusted at the enemy's tail, hoping to impale it and thereby wounding the dragon badly enough to make it falter.

But things did not go as Dink had planned. This particular dragon seemed to possess a fairly intelligent mind and had seemingly anticipated such an assault. The sword did make contact with the hardened tail, but instead of piercing it, the sword tip melted down on impact. Dink was struck with disbelief and averted his eyes toward the dragon. He had been a fool. The beast had been secretly casting a Heat spell and applied it to his own body. He now also noticed the red glow around the dragon's tail, proof of the magic surrounding it. There was no time for Dink to regret his carelessness, however. In one rapid move, he retracted his blade and rolled sideways over the rocky ground. Now covered in bruises, he attempted to stand up. Luck did not favor him today, however, and the dragon had apparently made haste toward Dink's position. His view was quickly covered by the giant creature towering over him.

As a last resort, Dink used his sword, now hot to the touch, to parry the incoming attack of the dragon's claw. The impact felt extremely heavy and Dink's hand could not hold on to the blazing hot sword any longer. A feeling of despair filled him up, but he stil had one last trick up his sleeve. As the sizzling sword fell beside him, the dragon's claw still rapidly descending, Dink called on whatever power he still had left in his legs and catapulted his entire body backwards. Momentary relief was forced upon his face, but he knew he was now at a severe disadvantage to finish the fight in his favor. He had lost his sword, his hellfire magic would not have any effect on the dragon, a creature born out of fire. He knew a few other spells, but they were not nearly as powerful and would surely not even put a dent into the dragon's tough body.

Unfortunately, no matter what Dink had thought to do next, none of it could be turned into action. Once again, luck worked very much against him. He had lunged backwards impulsively to avoid being slaughtered and as such did not have the time to look at what he would land on. Dink's vision went black as he felt an intense pain rushing through his head, which had landed on the blunt part of a heavy rock. He could feel his conciousness slip away into a deep abyss. Strangely, the dragon's hot breath reminded him of a better time, a time when he was still living with his mother in Stonebrook. The house contained the same warmth that he felt now, radiating softly from the modest fireplace. His last thoughts before surrendering to the unavoidable darkness were not those of familiar and friendly warmth however, but those of fear and uncertainty, feelings he hated more than any other. Chances of him waking up ever again were slim to say the least. At that point, the lights went out and Dink fell into a deep and forced slumber.

Thank you, Kyle, for vriting so much of that. I *might* think about changing it to that.

You see, I didn't have much time left, so I was just writing it fast, and thinking: *I will upload it today!*
And I can't talk so good english cause I'm a finn, but thanks anyway.

I don't mind editing your english in future (tense, spelling etc... without changing the general structure) if you'd like a hand with it.