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Post by Rasaiu on Oct 3, 2021 5:43:08 GMT -5
3: Duel The ground where General stood trembled. He looked vacantly in the volcano. Even though General could hear lava boiling, the crater was covered in thick, grey smoke. Small amount of steam reached his face. He could barely feel the warmth. Even after a year the volcano couldn’t restore its previous heat.
General turned to leave the crater when he saw someone approaching. Over a rocky mountain ran a boy. He was tripping every two or so steps. When the boy finally reached General, he was out of breath.
“When” the boy gasped. “will you take me on a mission?”
General waited till the boy caught his breath: “You are not ready.”
“I am more than ready!” the boy shouted. “Let’s duel! I will prove to you.”
“Richard,” General stayed calm.
“Why won’t you let me?” the boy’s voice trembled. “I can help the legion. If only you gave me a chance.”
General closed to the boy: “You will have your chance to do great things. For now,” General held out his hand. “let’s return to the castle.” |
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Post by Thorn on Oct 3, 2021 5:54:12 GMT -5
3. Duel ((Wrote this in like fifteen minutes right before bed HI FOLKS.)) Lysander (later known as Grey) is my character in an evil D&D campaign. I've been working through the combined backstory of he and another PC with the other player recently, and that plus the duel theme inspired this. It isn't about a duel at all in the end...but the theme at least inspired me to write this, so!
"Please, Lysander."
The younger man choked out his name, wounded and wearied through he was, in some desperate final grasp at mercy. He slid to avoid that slender longsword- the one the archon Lavira, his ally, had guided her champion Lysander in crafting. Said champion now turned it against the kalashtar, who moved far too slowly. Shock and grief were etched clearly into Evan's features. This wasn't supposed to happen.
But Lysander couldn't turn back. If he faltered now, he was hers. Lavira would not show him a single grain of mercy until the very end of the multiverse. He needed this entity, this Devourer, to show him a way out. For that to be possible, Lysander needed to pass this trial. He had to kill Evan.
Afterwards, he took the kalashtar's hand and sat in silence with his body. Linari said something, but he didn't catch her words. She kicked him, and he glared.
"Don't."
She grumbled impatiently. "We're not finished here, idiot. That's not even the real trial."
She grabbed his hand, peeling it away from the fallen kalashtar's, and pulled him onward.
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Post by Moni on Oct 3, 2021 14:02:12 GMT -5
2: glass
"Hey! Give that back!"
Cepith swirled the wine glass in his hand. Then, making sure to give Khamet a hard stare, he slowly took a sip from it. "You have expensive tastes."
"Hey, I like beer better--this was a gift--!" Khamet reached for the glass but seemingly had no ability to get off his chair. "Pretty please?"
"No."
"You are the worst," he whined. "Has anybody ever told you this?"
3: duel (from that one nano a few years back about chaoschildren)
Melissa felt bad for the new kid.
She had just come to class last week, from a far away land--Arizona, she said?--and it sounded very exotic, like a place where they spoke French and ate rock candy. Justin had an uncle who lived in Arizona, and he said that in Arizona, people were polite, because if you weren't, they'd duel you and shoot you dead.
She wasn't quite so sure about that part, but it sounded like an excellent reason to bring out the water guns during recess, and for the next month, the school principal dealt with many a tiny cowboy taking revenge with their water gun. Unacceptable, and against the school's zero tolerance policy.
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Post by Twillie on Oct 3, 2021 16:44:56 GMT -5
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Post by Thorn on Oct 4, 2021 6:51:14 GMT -5
4. Medicine My studious little shapeshifters, Nox and Dawn!
"They say laughter is the best medicine," said Nox.
"Who said that?" Dawn scoffed. "Stupid people? Because that's a stupid thing to say."
"You need to put down the books for a while."
"Knowledge. Is. Power."
Dawn rapped their knuckles against one of the weighty tomes for emphasis.
"Mum. You're always telling me that knowledge is power! So why are you now telling me to stop taking knowledge seriously??? Be consistent!"
"Because you still have a fever, and I want you to rest."
"Mum."
"And I'm your mother, so do it."
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Post by Rasaiu on Oct 4, 2021 10:32:46 GMT -5
4: Medicine While rinsing a cup Samantha raised her eyes to the wall clock.
“Let’s leave in 10 minutes,” she wiped her hands. Her cousin Kira was still sitting at the breakfast table and chewing a pear.
“Sure. Did Oscar already leave?”
Samantha glanced at the stairs: “Now that you mention it… On my way, I’ll check his bedroom.”
She ran up the stairs and threw the doors wide. A tousled head appeared from the bottom of the blanket.
"Are you still in bed?” Samantha stepped into the room.
“Don’t come near me,” the head disappeared behind the blanket as a hoarse voice replied. “Today I’ll stay at home. Say, is it me or is it freezing?”
“I can bring you another blanket.”
“That would be nice of you.”
“Anything else you need?”
Oscar lifted up to look at the table beside his bed and then fell back at the pillow: “Thanks. Mom already brought me a thermometer, some medicine, and tea.”
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Post by Twillie on Oct 4, 2021 14:41:07 GMT -5
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Post by Strider on Oct 4, 2021 22:36:40 GMT -5
Day 4: Medicine Rorik scowled as he stared at the young Ixi. “You’re telling me this whelp is going to help me with my wing injuries…?”
Elwynn backed away from Rorik and turned to his friend, a White Lupe. “Lyall, you’re seriously asking me to help one of them?!” Elwynn turned to Lyall with a rather shocked look on his furry face. “They tried to burn down the Glade! Multiple times! They’re evil!”
Lyall shook his head. “I know, but… This one isn’t. You have to trust me, Elwynn.” Lyall sat down on a log and gave his young friend a stern glare. “He’s good. He got thrown off of the Citadel for ‘treason’ against Kass. And he’s badly hurt.” Lyall continued to stare at Elwynn. “And you know what Illusen says about anyone who’s hurt and comes into the Glade.”
Elwynn opened his mouth to say something, then stopped. “... You’re right. She’d want me to heal up this guy if she wasn’t, you know… Turned to stone by that witch’s magic.”
“Morguss.” Rorik bared his fangs in a grimace. “The witch who’s been egging Kass on from the start.” His eyes glowed a dim red in the shade of Illusen’s glade, and smoke began to rise out of his nostrils.
“... Please don’t breathe fire in the Glade.” Elwynn said nervously. “This place is really, uh… Flammable, if you can’t tell by all the trees. And grass. And ivy.” He chuckled nervously. “So, um… What’s your name, sir?” He placed his hand on the ground and chanted a few magical incantations, summoning a giant flower to serve as the sickbed for the stranger. “Lay down here.”
“Rorik.” The tall Draik growled, wincing as he laid down on the flower. “This isn’t a Neopian-eating plant, is it? I can’t trust you Meridellians…” Lyall cleared his throat as Rorik said this. “... Besides him, obviously.”
“No!” Elwynn scoffed. “If it was, you’d be plant food by now. Duh.” He dug through a bag he carried on his waist. “Let’s see… Some Loveberry juice, a Chokato plant leaf, and some Bagguss seeds…” He took out a strange wooden object and put the reagents into it, shaking it around. “Alright, turn over and spread your wings out.” As Rorik obliged, the Ixi spread a powder over the Draik’s wings. “I have to warn you this is going to sting a bit.”
Rorik winced as the burning powder worked its magic on his wings. “This isn’t poison, right? It sure feels like poison…”
Elwynn gave Rorik an annoyed look. “Look, if I wanted to poison you, I wouldn’t keep Lyall around. And… If Lyall says you’re good, you’re probably good.” Elwynn smiled as he saw the wounds on the wings begin to close up. “There. Good as new. You can get up now.”
Rorik got up and looked around. “So… That makes two Meridellians I can trust, I guess.” He laughed nervously. “What’s your name, lad?”
“I’m Elwynn.” The Christmas Ixi cautiously extended his small hand out to the large Draik. “I’m Lyall’s friend. He’s… Kinda like a big brother to me.”
“Like I said, I’m Rorik.” Rorik grinned, baring his sharp fangs. He noticed Elwynn wince a little at the sight of his teeth. “... Sorry, I know my smile is frightening.”
Elwynn chuckled. “Heh, it kinda is… So what are you going to do now that your wings are healed?”
Rorik roared and spread his wings. “I…” He then sighed and his wings drooped down. “I really don’t know. I can’t go up to the Citadel by myself. And I can’t go to Meridell Castle. I’d be killed on the Citadel, and ‘good’ King Skarl would just throw me in the Oubliette to rot.”
Lyall got up off the log he was sitting on. “Well… Maybe we could help you?”
Rorik’s facial expression became blank. “Help me…?”
“We just did, you big dummy!” Elwynn chuckled. “And if Lyall wants to help you, I’ll help you too!”
Lyall laughed. “Well, I was assigned to guard Meri Acres and look for this ‘Bat-Thing’ that’s been plaguing the farmers there. If it’s as scary as I’ve heard, it’d be nice to have backup from both of you.”
Rorik paused for a few seconds, then grinned slightly. “Yeah. It’d be nice to have some actual friends.”
Elwynn smiled at his new friend. Something occurred to him, though. “Wait.” Elwynn ran off to grab a cloak. “You’ll need this. The farmers… They probably won’t like you. If they’re not zombies, that is.”
“I suppo-” Rorik trailed off mid-sentence. “Wait, Morguss is turning the farmers into ZOMBIES?!”
Lyall’s eyes widened a bit in shock. “So I guess we’ll all have to avoid the farmers.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll just hack them apart.” Rorik’s throat glowed a dull red with his internal flame as he brandished his axe… But he fell over when Elwynn jumped up on a nearby branch and whacked him upside the head with his bow. “What was that for?!”
“They’re not dead! They’re just cursed.” Elwynn sighed. “We can’t just hack apart everything. Especially when they’re just… Normal people under a curse, y’know?”
“Right, Elwynn.” Lyall sighed. “We’ll have to dispatch them non-lethally. My father’s sword can stun foes without wounding or killing them, and Elwynn has arrows that can knock out his enemies with poison, but you…” Lyall placed his hand on his chin. “With you, it might be a bit harder.”
Rorik grinned. “I could hit them with the flat of my axe blade.”
Lyall nodded hesitantly. “Or… You could just leave it to us.”
“Yeah!” Elwynn smiled at Rorik. “Lyall and I have it covered!”
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Post by Moni on Oct 5, 2021 5:16:22 GMT -5
medicine yes this is extremely low-effort
Nee jumped to the highest shelf in the pantry. "I refuse!"
"Nee," said Raia, holding a thin vial of disgusting clear liquid. "Stop being so dramatic. You need to take your medicine."
"You're a paladin! You healed me already."
"Yes, but you need to take this so you don't get sick *again.* It'll be good for your stomach in the long run."
"Besides," Raia's companion, Cheo, added, "I made you some calamari for being such a good cat."
throne: also low-effort.
"And this is a throne dating to the ancient period--not much is known about it," said the tour guide.
Khamet stared at what looked like the world's most uncomfortable chair. It was tiny, even for a dwarf--bad for sitting, but perhaps it was designed like this because an old monarch thought their buttocks were too big or something, and so decided to sit on this dull-gold chair to make them smaller.
"You seem to be staring quite keenly at it, sir."
"Um... how did anybody sit on it?"
The tour guide shrugged. "The leading theory is that the old kingdoms of Clemenberg used to be ruled by gnomes, not dwarves."
"Ah."
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Post by Thorn on Oct 5, 2021 7:23:52 GMT -5
5. Throne A hurried Euroatlantis piece.
"Father, may we speak?"
Lyrelle sighed, already closing the door behind him. "Caverael. What are you doing in here?"
"Usavias let me in."
"And what were they doing here?"
"I don't know. If you don't want people wandering around unsupervised, maybe keep better track of your keys?"
Lyrelle buried his face in his hands.
"Fine. How can I help you, dearest daughter?"
Cav was quick to the point. "It's about Rynn. They're annoying me. They keep talking about how rulers in other lands get these 'fancy chairs'. I told them thrones are a waste of time. They told me that I was being 'willfully ignorant'. But they are obsessed with wanting a fancy chair. They will not stop talking about it. They want it to be blue with green stripes. Or maybe it was pink stripes? Yes, I believe they decided on pink stripes."
Her father frowned. "Okay. Why didn't Rynn come to me about this?"
"Well, we couldn't find you, for one."
"You could simply have asked Master Jane where I was."
"I couldn't find her either."
"She was-" Lyrelle closed his eyes, cutting the sentence short with another sigh. "Where is Rynn now?"
"With Usavias."
"If that's resolved, why are you here?"
"Because you are my father, and sometimes I just need to complain at you about stuff."
"Mmm. Well, I suppose I did sign up for this."
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Post by Rasaiu on Oct 5, 2021 10:43:58 GMT -5
5: Throne Till now I have used characters from one of my stories. A story, as my friend described, has too much of everything. Fun fact: it has a castle, princess but doesn’t have a throne. This prompt is me trying to explain to myself - why. Richard was startled when the doors suddenly bounced wide open. General stomped out in the corridor, glanced at Richard, and with large steps hurried away.
“What did you talk about?” Richard rushed behind him. “Is she really becoming a princess?”
General stopped abruptly: “It may happen.” While he paused, Richard came closer.
“For a time being it would be convenient if someone took care of the legion from inside while I deal with… outer obstacles.”
“So that means that your old office will be redesigned as a courtroom, like with a throne and stuff?”
General’s face twitched in anger, yet he managed to answer in a calm, stiff voice: “Turn a legendary factory into a castle with royals? Never! I won’t allow a temporary solution to take over the legion.”
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Post by Twillie on Oct 5, 2021 15:47:01 GMT -5
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Post by Moni on Oct 6, 2021 4:14:14 GMT -5
mask "And alas, under that mask, that cold hard exterior, was another cold hard exterior, and when I peeled that off, I found yet another cold hard exterior, and it was cold hard exteriors all the way down," said Cadmia solemnly.
"Indeed," commented Cepith. It was a very dramatic way to describe a sedimentary rock, but he liked it. "I see you've been picking things up from the books you've been reading."
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Post by Rasaiu on Oct 6, 2021 10:56:05 GMT -5
6: Mask “It hurts.”
“I am sorry.”
Samantha looked past Richard: “Was hiding behind a mask of lies worth it?”
Richard cleared his throat: “I would stop at nothing, and in the end, I achieved my goal.”
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Post by Twillie on Oct 6, 2021 15:30:42 GMT -5
Day 6: Mask Trying to figure out the design for a garden spirit, so I experimented with her some more here. She's a tricky one to nail down though, lol. No matter what, that mask wouldn't be an actual part of her final design, but I wanted to draw it here because it fit her thematically and might spark other ideas for her look. |
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