Lynn's Legacy Fanfix - Where's my mace?

[Pritchard]

Lynn laid back easy on the wall in the alley, ticking her fingers lightly on the trash can lid.  She was patient, careful.  Marx was inside, baiting the owner of the pub.  Soon he'd be out, and it was her job to make sure they got away safely.  This was Lynn's most important job yet.  Who'd have thought a rare diamond was being kept at a shaggy place like this?  'Well, least they'd expect', she supposed.

The sound of glass shattering from inside was her signal - Marx is causing a ruckus, whether he has the stone or not.  The door slammed open and Marx came running out.  He nearly stumbled as he slid on the wet cement and a small brigade of shabby guards followed.  One looked like the chef, chubby, white outfit, carrying a dough-roller shaped blade.  Must've lost his hat in the chase.  The rest seemed like just your average pub-goers.

"Meet you up ahead!", Marx yelled back at Lynn as he rushed ahead.

Cracking her knuckles and stepping forward cool and calm, this was what Lynn did best.

"Rotten bitch!", The Chef charged at Lynn like a bull, knife raised, and then lowered in a clean sweep.  Lynn dodged with ease, nudging the Chef just enough with her right leg to make him fall face flat on the ground.

The henchmen ran forward, one after Lynn and the other over in Marx's direction.  While these guys were certainly no longer a threat, considering how fast Marx runs when he's in trouble, Lynn figured it'd be best to keep a good mile between the predator and pray.  Smashing down her fist on the edge of the trash can lid, she flipped it up into the air and launched it at the predator, and down he went.

"Whoa!  ... D-!!!", the remaining henchman stuttered as he saw big old fatty still crying on the ground.  He barely had time to stare back at his newly fallen friend before out of the trash can, straight into his chest, Lynn's mace hit with a 'thwap'.  Chest crushed, he fell and lay waste.

Lynn took a quick look around the scene.  Looked like a clean job.  Although it was might suspicious to have so few people looking after something so important.

"Eh fatty, where'd everyone go?", Lynn bowed down to the whining Chef.

"... Go to he--erg!", started the Chef.  Lynn gave the Chef a kick, and then another jab.

"What's that fatty?  I dunno.  You sure you want me to use this mace as a cookie cutter?  It's mighty sharp."

"erg... The *cough*... stone!"

"What about it?"

"Ahah... Ahahaha... *gag*  Don't know what you'-erg... what you're.. playin with, ... kid!", and the Chef's frightened, worrisome face turned into a triumphant one as he lay back and passed out.

Maybe she was a bit too hard on them, but as long as she did her job, everything should turn out alright.  She was a paid actor.  Just playing her part.  She never figured she'd be working for a sly fox such as Marx though - He thinks more like the bad guys than anyone else, but he'd never kill anybody.  Sure as hell beats working for those sickening filth up in the palace.

Nothing says more about Marx than this, though.  Whatever that Diamond was, as long as it was worth some change, the details are void.

Lynn caught up to the rendezvous point around an hour later.  He wasn't there.

"Marx?  Yo!  I want my share!", Lynn called out into the woods, searching for a trace of Marx.  He was here alright.  Footprints and logs set aside in manner to sit in.  Marx could have gone out to set a campfire, but the man could barely use a public restroom before complaining about settling down with the lowlifes, let alone go bare out in the woods overnight.  Especially after such a great haul.  Something was wrong.

She twacked her mace against a tree, causing the birds to flutter and animals to run.

"Marx?  What's going on?  If you're out there, just yell for help!  We got cash man.  We can stay at a fancy hotel and everything tonight!  I wasn't gunna le-Ugh!", Lynn fell forward like bags of sand.  Heavy and sunken, she collapsed underneath her ankles and rolled on her side.  Her spine had been hit hard.  She couldn't feel a thing.

A blurred, sly-talking thief stood above Lynn, tilting Lynn's head around and checking her vital signs, "Good, you're still alive.  Get some rest though... It's been great working with you, Lynn, but this is just too important...".

"Ma...arx..."

Lynn felt a final prick on her neck before she laid back, peacefully, and head heavy full of thoughts - But she was far too tired to consider what those were.

Flap.

Swoosh.

Flap.

Swoosh.

A gentle breeze swam across Lynn's face.  She was snugged in bed tightly.  It was comfortable.  She didn't feel like waking up.  The pillow was kinda rough, but that was okay.  She'd have to work if she woke up, so she shouldn't wake up just yet.

Lynn lay snugly in her bed, thinking about work.  Why she didn't want to wake up to do it.  She'd have to ask Marx about last night.  She figured Marx was just greedy about his share, but a little ... physical convincing could change his mind.  He's a good partner, but no one steals from Lynn, the Dragon Slayer.  Maybe it was Lynn the Fairy Princess.

"Hell no!", Lynn jumped up and rolled off her bed.

"Sh-sh-AHHH!", and with a rough splash she fell straight into the sea.  What was above sounded like women in pain, screaming for their lives.  They circled above her as she tried to untie her ropes with no avail.  She was still too drowzy and suffered from minor paralysis.  The screaming women came closer as Lynn couldn't hold her breath any longer and breathed in the sea.

Just as quickly as she dived under, she was now above, staring below at the waves beneath her.  Coughing and wheezing for some moments while the water was squeezed from her lungs by her carrier, she managed to recover from her drowsiness and suffocation.  Ahead of her lie a volcano, and above her...

"Get offa me!  Lemme go!", Lynn wriggled around the ropes, turning herself around her carrier's grip.  Maybe asking to drown again wasn't such a good idea, but she figured being dropped into a volcano on an uncharted island wasn't such a good idea either.

"Crawww!", the full-grown Wyvern Ray scrawled back at her.

They neared the island now, and Lynn was ready to give it her all and drop to the sand when the Wyvern lowered itself near the land gently and set Lynn on the shore.  It landed nearby soon afterwards, and sliced off her ropes with its claws and flew off again.

"... er, thanks?... Guess I gotta figure out where I am now.", Lynn spoke to herself as she stood up.  She needed a plan.  She needed to find out where she was, and food and shelter if necessary.  Never know the kind of strange people who live in a strange place.  She needed...

"Hey!  WHERE'S MY MACE?!"

[BadMrBox]

Guess you want a sequel too eh?

[Pritchard]

Guess you want a sequel too eh?

Yes, but this is actually a prequel.

[BadMrBox]

Well, that works too.

[Lachie Dazdarian]

Well, lemme know whe you find someone to draw, animate and code this intro. If this is an intro. Where the game would start?

But yeah, nice.

[SMC]

Not racy enough. 

[Pritchard]

Well, lemme know whe you find someone to draw, animate and code this intro. If this is an intro. Where the game would start?

But yeah, nice.

Game?  Who said anything about a game?  That wouulld be neat though, eh?

Hrm.  Game would start with the intro, and you begin on the island with the sand, and the forest, and the VOLCANO!!!!

[Josiah Tobin]

Haha! That's pretty cool, actually. You got the character down (though there's not too much to get... she's an asshole ), as well as the kinda people you'd probably see her work with. I guess this takes place somewhere outside Sarrael? (Just from the mention of 'the palace'-- no such place there, but then again-- artistic liscense, right?)

Man, I could totally see the "Where's my mace?" thing becoming a running semi-joke if more LL games existed. Good job overall, man. Enjoyed reading that.

~Josiah

[Lachie Dazdarian]

BTW, they have trashcan lids in Lynn's world? Does that mean they have municipal waste collectors?

Interesting.

[Pritchard]

Great to hear that from you :-)

This actually occurs outside of what we saw in LL.  An area of the world that didn't make it in the game.  Somewhere more urban - Kind of like the populated suburban area.  Not quite the city, but with paved roads, cement/brick buildings, and alleys.  More modernized, but perhaps closer to Jazz Era modernized, see?

Hahah.  I thought her losing her mace was perfect here, and it just made sense to start the story once again with her losing it.  Knowing Lynn, when she does have a weapon, things have already started

As for The Palace, that's the same area as the city the story starts in, a few miles down.  A large palace full of pricks and megalomaniacs.  If I continued the story, we'd eventually get into the kind of shitty work they had her do.  I see her as having a more professional past (at least for a while), then branching off to doing her own thing once she saw how terrible the rich and powerful were.


Plot (Spoilers, but I am not writing any more):

- Palace wanted her to do real 'dirty' work.  Keeping people quiet.  Creating non-persons.  Punishing people for just for being a bother.  That sorta thing.  The case I had in mind to show what got Lynn to leave was when some peasants came by for food and her boss told her fuck no - And she was to punish the peasant lady and her kids.  Well, Lynn just couldn't do that, so she turned on her boss.

- Way overpowered, Lynn was forced to escape.  Didn't really think of what happened to the peasants, but Lynn either snuck them out or they were a part of the escape.  They were hurt, and Lynn stayed with them for a while.

- Some time after leaving the peasants, Lynn meets up with Marx.  The guy was probably trying to rip off the peasants, for who knows why.  She goes in to stop him and somehow they end up working together and settling their differences.  Ulterier motives make Marx the character you can trust to do the right thing in the end when he seems like the bad guy, but few people know what he'll do when he's playing the good guy.

- Marx knows a hell of a lot about going ons, and they get a job to get the diamond and trade it off, says Marx... And thus, the plan starts.  (Skipping ahead a bit here.  They obviously worked together for a bit before this all began)


Alright - From there on, I'm not sure if the Island was the best place to put her.  It has to be somewhere desolate.  Marx can't go through killing Lynn (or maybe he still needs her for something), so he sends her off where it'll take long for her to get out, but not permanently.

What eventually happens is that it turns out Marx is on no one's side - He was sent by the Palace to take care of Lynn, but of course betrayed them as soon as he knew more about Lynn and saw the opportunity here.  So together with her, he's got the stone.  He intends to use it as a bargaining chip for power up in the Palace.  Lynn's former boss ends up being the Trader.  Marx is wise enough to know that the trader's basically worthless, and the people higher up in the Palace are doing the dirty work.  With this as a status quo to keep or destroy the diamond if he doesn't get what he wants, he gets heavily involved with higher up affairs.

^ - This is what happens to someone like Marx.  The poor man dreaming of being a King.  Megalomaniac, but street-smart little bastard.  I don't know his fate beyond this.  It may be cliche, but he might end up getting too far ahead of himself and being used as a puppet by the Palace, or may end up rising to a higher rank for whatever reason - And would of course, through the nature of his mind and greed, start the Palace's expansion throughout the world.


Phew.  After that, Lynn gets involved one way or another.  It's near-guaranteed that she'll get back AFTER all this has started, and will be working her ass off to actually catch up to Marx and The Palace.


Concept Image:



Wish I was an artist.  The image in my head is definitely more Jazzy, darker - Yet brighter somehow.  Guess it has more contrast.  The alleyway wall is cracked.  The sign sticks out more and is a neon light with a black outline and is supported by small metal shingles - Like it's either stylistically poor looking or was never finished.  Metal-Built sign.  Not one solid piece.  Thin metal, too.  Sign would probably break apart and have pieces fly everywhere if there were a storm.  Probably got some rust in the back...

The street has at least one street lamp, and the ground is wet.  The side walk has cracks and of course, multiple sections.  The den's dragon might have a different name, but it has a door as well.  The window's probably in that style, but it definitely has a more real feel to it.  Overall, the details are plenty but I can't transcribe them to art.

That's about all I can get without spending hours on the image though D: