This is the Hood's Hut. You're probably wondering what the heck
this section of the Robin Hood site is. Well, basically, I wanted
to add an interactive part to this site, and I figured story-telling
was the most apt way of doing it.
So what the Hood's Hut is is a continuing story-telling session,
with writing contributed by you, the reader. You read what other
people have already added to the story, then you continue the story
with your own few lines. Each story has a loosely stated ending,
the details dependent on how the contributors strive to lead the
The Hood's Hut basically centers around one night of telling stories
in the camp of the outlaws, with all the Merry Men and Robin and
all the rescued families. They are collected in one room, any one
of them may speak, and the only restriction is that nothing may
happen outside the hut. Given the adventurous lifestyle of the
bandits, there should be no limit to the number of small vignettes and
memories the characters can have as they tell them. So be
imaginative, and contribute!
You can also contribute full stories if you would like. Just send
them to me.
To this date, two stories have been completed. At the time they were being
built upon, I did not choose to leave markers giving credit to the authors
who wrote them. I am strongly considering doing it from now on, though.
If you send me something, you CAN choose whether to receive credit here
for it or not, of course.
- Story 1 :
"Rescue from the Sheriff's Castle"
This tale, told by good old Robin, recounts the adventures the Merry Men
had sneaking into the Sheriff's grounds and rescuing a poor peasant's
- Story 2 :
"Faith in the Absent"
Marian describes a childhood journey she underwent with some of her friends,
a trek with the goal of finding a mysterious woman who disappeared long ago
and survived only in the imaginations of children like Marian.
CURRENT STORY (UNTITLED)
The night of storytelling had come alive with quite an astonishing
story told in a captivating fashion by Marian herself. But nay, no one
was disappointed, because this night was only the first of many in a long
string of celebratory nights of song, dance, merriment, and, of course,
more telling stories in the Hut.
After everyone had gotten a good rest, taken part in more festivities, and
settled down to listen to more of the elders' tales, Friar Tuck took the
initiative to begin a story of his own.
"I am here to tell you of a tale of dragons, magic, the unexplainable,
love, reverence, and even more dragons!" Tuck said, gleefully. The
children's ears perked up immediately upon hearing such key terms as
"dragons" and "magic." They would not later be disappointed by this
"Look at wee Robin there, for the most part content and secure, except
for that bane we call the Sheriff. I remember when he was a vivacious
little lad who always got into trouble and never stayed out of anyone's
Friar Tuck had a natural charisma about him, perhaps enhanced by the
jolly nature his countenance took through a few too many drinks. But his
voice was strong and convincing, as one would expect a man of religious
advocation to be.
"So now I begin..."