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Post by ♥ Azzie on Oct 13, 2012 22:53:54 GMT -5
Name: Azzie
Guild: Mages
The individual(s) or entity(ies) running this game are not to be held liable for any injury or lost or stolen property. By signing here, I agree to use common sense and not file lawsuits for stupid stuff I did myself: Azzie
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Post by Fraze on Oct 14, 2012 3:36:05 GMT -5
Rahu walks from Castle Kestrel, muttering to himself something about explosions and cheesecake. Glancing to the side, he notices a stand plastered with fliers, advertising a 'Game of Skill'. After looking at a flier for a length of time, he takes note of the lack of prizes being mentioned. However, he still moves to the booth, and begins filling out a form.
He pauses before signing. He looks up at the woman behind the table and asks, "So, two questions; is it acceptable that I may only become active halfway through the Game?" A thought suddenly pops into his head, 'Because my controller will be occupied until then,' but he dismisses it. Instead, he continues with his second question, "And are there any prizes?"The woman looks up at him. "The game is divided into stages. You are not allowed to join while a stage is in progress; however, you may wait until the stage has ended and then join at the start of the next one. There are four stages in total; if you know when you can begin participating, please tell us and we will contact you at that time." She looks down and adjusts the papers on the table. "As for prizes, I think it's best if you speak with my manager, Mr. Euripides. He runs the game." She gestures to a man standing behind her, in front of a circus tent that wasn't there the last time anyone looked. "Prizes, you say?" Euripides steps forward with a wide smile and addresses the whole crowd. He has a voice that could be called room-filling: he doesn't yell, but everyone present can hear him. "There will be prizes, but it's more like payment. We will be selling tickets to this game, and all participants will get an equal cut of the profits. "There have been some questions as to what this is all about, so allow me to explain. I am a mage, and my specialty is illusions--or, as I like to put it, storytelling. This tent," he made a sweeping gesture behind him--"is an example of my magic. "I have heard much about the deeds done in this region of the world--there were the events with the Underdeep two years ago, the great Gem War before that, and so on. I found out that the Guilds of the area have played a major part in all of these happenings, and I had an idea. "I decided to take all of this great skill and use it in a performance. My secretary Miss Jensen and I devised four challenges, whose premises you may find familiar. The participants will work, both together and separately, to complete the challenges while the audience watches. It is my hope that we can work together to tell a grand and thrilling story, and earn a tidy profit as well. This is the first time we have done this, so it is a test run of sorts. If the experiment is a success, then Miss Jensen and I will take our show on the road. "You have my word that the games carry no risk of harm. Any injuries you might sustain as a result of my illusions are, themselves, illusions. If there are any mages who wish to verify this, they are free to do so." "Oh, and one more thing concerning prizes. There might be some...pleasant surprises for those willing to explore a bit." Euripides took several more steps forward. "I would like to welcome you all to our game of skill. Are there any more questions?" |
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Post by Naga on Oct 14, 2012 9:10:30 GMT -5
The woman looks up at him. "The game is divided into stages. You are not allowed to join while a stage is in progress; however, you may wait until the stage has ended and then join at the start of the next one. There are four stages in total; if you know when you can begin participating, please tell us and we will contact you at that time." She looks down and adjusts the papers on the table. "As for prizes, I think it's best if you speak with my manager, Mr. Euripides. He runs the game." She gestures to a man standing behind her, in front of a circus tent that wasn't there the last time anyone looked. "Prizes, you say?" Euripides steps forward with a wide smile and addresses the whole crowd. He has a voice that could be called room-filling: he doesn't yell, but everyone present can hear him. "There will be prizes, but it's more like payment. We will be selling tickets to this game, and all participants will get an equal cut of the profits." Rahu very suddenly stopped listening, and signed his name with flair. |
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Post by Amneiger on Oct 15, 2012 9:26:25 GMT -5
Well, that answers what I want to know, Amneiger thought. He'd assumed that since there was no name or logo on the flier or the table that the assistant would be similarly secretive about her employers, but that had apparently not been the case. This sounds legitimate.
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Post by Huntress on Oct 15, 2012 12:43:33 GMT -5
Gentlemen, I'm proud to present the existence of a banner to put in your siggies or wherever and advertise the heck out of this game. Because all gods know that this place could use fresh blood and, well, a girl can dream.  Bonus points for getting a look at our gracious host who turned out a bit more adorable than I intended. We have every intention of kicking this thing off proper-like within the next couple days, barring unforeseen circumstances (mostly I'm suffering from a terrible cold and hope it doesn't get any worse) so watch this space and in the meantime, tell everyone that this here is happening. |
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Post by Fraze on Oct 16, 2012 15:00:48 GMT -5
((Official heads-up: Game begins tomorrow.))
Euripides steps forward to speak once more. "All right, we now have enough participants to begin our game officially! The games begin at noon one week from now, remember to be there. And for those who did not sign up in time, once again please remember that you may join while the game is in progress, provided that you wait for the current stage to end."
((Timeskip, yay!))
A week later, Miss Jensen stands at the entrance to the tent. She sells tickets to those who have come to see the show, and points the way for the participants to go.
The tent is much larger on the inside, resembling a stadium. The seats are over half full, and more and more people are steadily trickling in. The participants are taken to the center of the tent, where Euripides is standing. Once all of the participants have arrived, he starts explaining the game while the seats continue to fill.
"There will be four stages," he begins, "with each stage posing a different set of challenges. Sometimes you will all need to work together, other times you must work separately or in small groups to accomplish your objective. Once you have completed that objective, you will be offered a reward. The stage ends when you take that reward.
"You are free to explore the stage. A certain degree of exploration is encouraged and even necessary, and may yield you additional rewards of various forms. However, too much poking around will slow down both the game and the story. And finally, while of the stages will follow a progression that should become apparent, you are welcome to take the story in your own directions. Just beware that diverting too much from the intended storyline can have...unpredictable results."
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Post by Kristykimmy on Oct 16, 2012 19:02:30 GMT -5
Name: Kristy the Boo
Guild: None
The individual(s) or entity(ies) running this game are not to be held liable for any injury or lost or stolen property. By signing here, I agree to use common sense and not file lawsuits for stupid stuff I did myself: [glow=red,2,300]Kristy the Boo[/glow]
(I'm guildless, but this looks like it could be loads of fun. If I really need a guild, you guys can send me bribes, threats, whathaveyou before the deadline and I'll pick one. )
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Post by Fraze on Oct 17, 2012 14:57:18 GMT -5
When the circus tent is full, Euripides raises his hands and a spotlight falls on him. Slowly, the crowd--which seems to be most of Dunburrow and quite a bit of the surrounding area--quiet down and eventually fell silent.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to announce the commencement of our game of skill! The contestants will face four stages, that they must complete as a group. You will likely find the first stage familiar. The story itself will dictate the players' objectives. So without further ado, let us begin!"
The world changes. The change is difficult to describe, since people aren't generally used to the world changing around them while they, themselves, seem to be staying in the same place.
For one thing, you seem to be higher up than you were. Standing on a tree, specifically. For another, the tree seems to be extremely large. Unless...
You look down, and let out a yell--that comes out as a tweet. You find yourself covered in feathers: rusty red on the chest, and brilliant blue on the back and wings.
You appear to be a bluebird. That's a heck of an illusion.
You try to call to the other players, before remembering that you no longer have a human's vocal cords. You chirp as loud as you can, and hear others doing the same. Straining to see through the dense forest, you discover that the other players' names appear hanging in the air above them. That will help you get oriented, anyway.
A voice echoes through the woods, but not a voice you recognize. Straining to look in the direction of the voice, you eventually find its owner: a young girl wearing a red cloak and hood. She appears to be speaking to a wolf.
"Hello Mr. Wolf!" the girl chirps happily.
"Hello, little girl," the wolf answers back. Its voice is deep and smooth. "What are you doing wandering out here?"
"I'm taking a basket of goodies to my grandma," she tells him, showing him the basket in question.
"That sounds a bit clichéd, doesn't it?" asks the wolf.
The girl looks confused. "...Huh?"
"Never mind." The wolf lets out what might have been a sigh, had it come from a different animal. "It's very dangerous in these woods, a young girl like you should be careful and various other chauvinistic warnings of that sort."
"Oh, I'll be very careful. Thanks, Mr. Wolf!"
"Yeah, don't mention it. Seriously. I know how this story ends, and it isn't pleasant for me."
The wolf stalks away, growling something about woodsmen and his great-grandfather and a proud family tradition.
The girl sets out into the forest, and is quickly baffled by the twisting maze of trees. She doesn't look all that bright, so it seems you might have to help her get through the forest. From your vantage point in the trees, you can see the path quite clearly.
((The actual puzzle will be given to you tomorrow via PM. Keep an eye out, and remember: EVERYONE needs to participate for this challenge to be solved!))
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Post by Fraze on Oct 18, 2012 13:28:34 GMT -5
The maze begins! You guide our young heroine through the forest, one at a time. ((Add your piece to whatever has already been posted, and post the whole thing on this thread. You do not need to combine the pieces together into a single image with Photoshop or anything, just put your part in image tags wherever it should go. Here's the first piece. You should receive your individual pieces soon via PM.))  |
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Post by PFA on Oct 18, 2012 17:21:11 GMT -5
Being a bird feels really weird, Jernath thought. Regardless, it was true it gave him a really good view of the forest. He tried to see if he could make out the path...  ((And apparently Tamia is next? *hopes she's doing this right* XD;))
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Post by Fraze on Oct 18, 2012 21:05:20 GMT -5
((Yep, that's right! I was thinking that you could notify the next person via PM.))
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Post by Tam on Oct 19, 2012 14:43:17 GMT -5
Reik stood rooted to the spot on his twig, tiny bird heart pounding furiously and tiny bird talons slicing the bark to ribbons, trying very hard not to panic and fall out of the tree. This wasn't what he signed up for. This was what crazy people signed up for. And it seemed Dunburrow's crazy points just refused to stop from piling up. As he perched there shivering, he forced himself to push his reservations about magic and shapeshifting and fat delicious worms (no no no no no) to the back of his mind because it really wasn't doing his blood pressure any favours and oh hey that looks like the right path.  Well. Reik shifted his wings and flexed his toes, hopping forward and deciding not to think very much about the inevitable prospect of flight either. He frowned as much as a bluebird could frown, which ended up being not very much. Well, I guess there's always that.Plus, he didn't have to wear those stupid dress trousers anymore. |
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Post by Celestial on Oct 20, 2012 10:06:56 GMT -5
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Post by Huntress on Oct 20, 2012 14:30:19 GMT -5
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Post by Draco on Oct 20, 2012 15:33:53 GMT -5
((Is that wolf reading what I think he's reading? XD))
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