Well here's the fanfic I said I'd do inside the Ienska timeline (unless the
History Monks get involved, which, thinking about it, they probably will.)
I appreciate all feedback but especially that of Blue and Samvimes as
they're my two absolute favourite authors on this site. Please everyone
read and review if you have the time. This is my first fanfic so I'd like
to see where I could improve. Thanks. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own none of the Discworld, Terry Pratchett does. Ienska belongs to Blue, as do some of the events in the story and any characters that I make up belong to me.
This is Ankh Morpork
This is Ankh Morpork. It's description is similar to that of Mos Eisley in Star Wars but without the latter's good nature and charm. On Broad Way, there is currently a violent disturbance occurring, and of the all Watch only Sgt Fred Colon and Corporal "Nobby" Nobbs are on patrol there. This doesn't look good for whoever's involved in the disturbance. Especially with the AM citizenry congealing into a mob around the affected area. It is therefore surprising to see someone running towards it. This likely looking chap* is wearing purple. I don't know why yet, he just is. And he's just reached the edge of the mob. [*That is, looking likely to get beaten up, especially in such a conspicuous outfit] Now we can see that at the centre of the mob there's a sausage inna bun merchant, although by the look of him, and the crowd around him, he's just been pushed there. Lucky for the child who's currently sheltering under his cart that he was, too. There's something peculiar about the fellow in purple's shoes; they've got soft, thick though, cottonish fabric soles. That might be significant. Now, and later people who saw it from the outside couldn't believe it. Couldn't believe that he got away with it at any rate. He half jumps, half steps onto the person nearest to him's shoulder. The person formerly next to him is a large man in a striped apron and he's got a face that you wouldn't want to meet on a dark night. This apparent daredevil steps from shoulder to shoulder; the soft soles of his shoes seem to be helping here, to near the centre of the crowd. Here he drops down to aid the man with the cart, he's getting jostled around now, so it can't be a picnic for the kid, and, after helping both kid and cart holder back onto a firm footing, resumes his crowd walk. He apparently spies out whatever he's looking for and drops down into the crowd again at that point. It's two people. Early adults perhaps, or late teens. A boy and a girl. Who are really in the thick of the mob. The boy's already got a bruise blooming on an exposed patch of arm where his shirt sleeve's been torn and, as I said earlier, it doesn't look good for these who are involved in the disturbance. The purple clad crowd walker steps in front of them, for all the good that does for people surrounded, and pulls a sword out of a stick concealed under his shirt on his back. It's amazing how a crowd parts when faced with an edged weapon. The fellow in purple motions for the two apparent mob victims to get going and goes ahead of them, parting the crowd like, well, someone holding a sword really. Eventually they got to a covered over stall in a street that was comparatively deserted. That, however, was not difficult. The purple clad rescuer turned to the two.
Back in the area where the crowd is dispersing back into the infamous ur- mob of Ankh Morpork the seller of pig products turns to the kid and observes "Not something you see every day then, eh?"
Disclaimer: I own none of the Discworld, Terry Pratchett does. Ienska belongs to Blue, as do some of the events in the story and any characters that I make up belong to me.
This is Ankh Morpork
This is Ankh Morpork. It's description is similar to that of Mos Eisley in Star Wars but without the latter's good nature and charm. On Broad Way, there is currently a violent disturbance occurring, and of the all Watch only Sgt Fred Colon and Corporal "Nobby" Nobbs are on patrol there. This doesn't look good for whoever's involved in the disturbance. Especially with the AM citizenry congealing into a mob around the affected area. It is therefore surprising to see someone running towards it. This likely looking chap* is wearing purple. I don't know why yet, he just is. And he's just reached the edge of the mob. [*That is, looking likely to get beaten up, especially in such a conspicuous outfit] Now we can see that at the centre of the mob there's a sausage inna bun merchant, although by the look of him, and the crowd around him, he's just been pushed there. Lucky for the child who's currently sheltering under his cart that he was, too. There's something peculiar about the fellow in purple's shoes; they've got soft, thick though, cottonish fabric soles. That might be significant. Now, and later people who saw it from the outside couldn't believe it. Couldn't believe that he got away with it at any rate. He half jumps, half steps onto the person nearest to him's shoulder. The person formerly next to him is a large man in a striped apron and he's got a face that you wouldn't want to meet on a dark night. This apparent daredevil steps from shoulder to shoulder; the soft soles of his shoes seem to be helping here, to near the centre of the crowd. Here he drops down to aid the man with the cart, he's getting jostled around now, so it can't be a picnic for the kid, and, after helping both kid and cart holder back onto a firm footing, resumes his crowd walk. He apparently spies out whatever he's looking for and drops down into the crowd again at that point. It's two people. Early adults perhaps, or late teens. A boy and a girl. Who are really in the thick of the mob. The boy's already got a bruise blooming on an exposed patch of arm where his shirt sleeve's been torn and, as I said earlier, it doesn't look good for these who are involved in the disturbance. The purple clad crowd walker steps in front of them, for all the good that does for people surrounded, and pulls a sword out of a stick concealed under his shirt on his back. It's amazing how a crowd parts when faced with an edged weapon. The fellow in purple motions for the two apparent mob victims to get going and goes ahead of them, parting the crowd like, well, someone holding a sword really. Eventually they got to a covered over stall in a street that was comparatively deserted. That, however, was not difficult. The purple clad rescuer turned to the two.
Back in the area where the crowd is dispersing back into the infamous ur- mob of Ankh Morpork the seller of pig products turns to the kid and observes "Not something you see every day then, eh?"