A neverending story

[panzar]

((When I was young, my best friend would try to write stories by sharing sentences.

The premise works like this. You finish the sentence before you. Write an entire sentence. Start another sentence.

Rules. Try to honor the spirit of the venture. There is a tendency to lapse into sophomoric humor. Not that that can't be fun, but is not the point of this.

We would establish a Protagonist and Antagonist, a character flaw, and a setting and just let the story go.))

[panzar]

[[Protagonist: Gurlgen, a murloc hunter
Antagonist: A great white shark hazarding the village.
Character Flaw: Gurlgen feels a sense of worthlessness in his life.
Setting: The Swamp of Sorrows.]]

The simple village was bathed in emerald light as the dawn was filtered through the green mists that clung to the shoreline. The green rays gave the azure flesh of the awakening Murlocs a sickly yellow tinge, that seemed appropriate for the fearful expressions that seemed permanently etched on there faces. The Dragon kin poisoned them, the Orcs persecuted them and out in surf break the familiar, foreboding fin warned them of.....

[Beldaraan]

the impending danger that had claimed many Murloc lives in the sea. The fishing was always dangerous, but that would not stop them from trying to feed the village. The Dragon kin were a greater danger to the village and many chose to risk their lives in the sea over the Dragon kin. This day would be no different, except...

[waleska]

...that this day was marked as a day to honor their gods. The shaman had read the kelp and decreed that conditions would be ripe to strike. Gurlgen parted his bulbous eyes and...