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Loksfjoer is a Contest Moderator.
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Don't forget to vote in the writing contest! The link is in the sidebar <3
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Back from vacation, taking my time to roll back into roleplays and contests.
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Vacation for a week, I'm off to Finland!
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Hello everyone. I'm Dutch, a mother of a 8-year old boy and I love both rp-ing and writing. Since May 2020 I'm one of the contests mods.
I started with writing Dutch stories in 2002, I was already 19 at that time. I joined a writing competition and that got me started. Soon I started to write down all the stories my over-active imagination came up with. I had my first forum rp experience in 2003 on a Dutch fantasy forum. While I continued to write, I stopped rp-ing when the particular rp and forum slowly died. In 2011 my love for rp's rekindled when I joined a site with a forum and I started to RP solely in English since that is the language of the site. This is also when I wrote my first story in English.
I've got a few 1x1 rp's going on this site and a couple more on another site. I've always been a fan of writing competitions and I joined a lot several of the ones that were hosted on this website. Now I get to host them myself and really enjoy that too.
When you come here to check if I'm online, know that even when I show as online I might not be able to respond to RP's. I open this site so that when I have time I can spend some time here, but I don't always end up with the time to do so.
If I haven't replied in a while, feel free to poke me. I don't ghost on purpose, sometimes I just forgetful and if I read your reply and accidentally closed the tab I might forget I was supposed to reply T_T
I started with writing Dutch stories in 2002, I was already 19 at that time. I joined a writing competition and that got me started. Soon I started to write down all the stories my over-active imagination came up with. I had my first forum rp experience in 2003 on a Dutch fantasy forum. While I continued to write, I stopped rp-ing when the particular rp and forum slowly died. In 2011 my love for rp's rekindled when I joined a site with a forum and I started to RP solely in English since that is the language of the site. This is also when I wrote my first story in English.
I've got a few 1x1 rp's going on this site and a couple more on another site. I've always been a fan of writing competitions and I joined a lot several of the ones that were hosted on this website. Now I get to host them myself and really enjoy that too.
When you come here to check if I'm online, know that even when I show as online I might not be able to respond to RP's. I open this site so that when I have time I can spend some time here, but I don't always end up with the time to do so.
If I haven't replied in a while, feel free to poke me. I don't ghost on purpose, sometimes I just forgetful and if I read your reply and accidentally closed the tab I might forget I was supposed to reply T_T
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I want to thank all participants for this trial run. You gave me some insights into this kind of contest.
A regular contest will be announced next week. I hope to see you all there again ^_^
A regular contest will be announced next week. I hope to see you all there again ^_^
"You're mine"
As Zigmund rushed towards Fenna with the Executioner's Axe she twisted her body to face him. "I was about to say the same thing," she said as she ducked under the first swing, holding her spear to the side. "You're mine," she hissed. Duck, lean, jump back, block, Fenna did what she could to fend off the big blade and tried to find an opening to put in an attack herself.
Sil circled above, but couldn't find an opening to assist Fenna.
The water droplets rained down on Fenna as she was in closer combat than she'd prefer, but her spear matched the length she needed. Her feet moved almost instinctively. She moved out of the way when the blade came down, but she wasn't fast enough and the blade made a cut in the front of her shoulder and a part of her upper arm as she moved back. Thankfully not deep enough to make her lose her stance or to stop her right arm from pushing her spear towards the water ninja's abdomen.
As Zigmund rushed towards Fenna with the Executioner's Axe she twisted her body to face him. "I was about to say the same thing," she said as she ducked under the first swing, holding her spear to the side. "You're mine," she hissed. Duck, lean, jump back, block, Fenna did what she could to fend off the big blade and tried to find an opening to put in an attack herself.
Sil circled above, but couldn't find an opening to assist Fenna.
The water droplets rained down on Fenna as she was in closer combat than she'd prefer, but her spear matched the length she needed. Her feet moved almost instinctively. She moved out of the way when the blade came down, but she wasn't fast enough and the blade made a cut in the front of her shoulder and a part of her upper arm as she moved back. Thankfully not deep enough to make her lose her stance or to stop her right arm from pushing her spear towards the water ninja's abdomen.
Benjamin took his phone when he got the text message and showed it to Mike. "I noticed a tea room at the corner of the street Tealicious, I bet they have coffee as well. In 30 minutes?" After Mike agreed, Ben texted back to let Harriet know where and when.
After that was sent, he stretched his arms. "I'm going for a quick run around the block. I have not done a decent exercise yet and I'm feeling my legs getting lazy."
"They have a treadmil in the basement."
Benjamin nodded. "I could do that as well. Either way, I'm going to slip into something more suitable for running and after that slip back into casual clothing in time for the coffee. Or tea. And possibly a slice of cake."
After Benajmin left, Mike stayed at the library a little longer to look up information about the specific regulations that were in place for not-human agents.
After that was sent, he stretched his arms. "I'm going for a quick run around the block. I have not done a decent exercise yet and I'm feeling my legs getting lazy."
"They have a treadmil in the basement."
Benjamin nodded. "I could do that as well. Either way, I'm going to slip into something more suitable for running and after that slip back into casual clothing in time for the coffee. Or tea. And possibly a slice of cake."
After Benajmin left, Mike stayed at the library a little longer to look up information about the specific regulations that were in place for not-human agents.
As the Pokémon received their meals, Michael started to fill some bowls for the humans and human-like legendaries. Andy collected his and Michael glanced around to see wmere Gavin and Frosiien were, but he didn't see the human Articuno anywhere.
"Just protective in general, or More protective of you than any of the others?" he asked as he handed her the food.
"We can try and find some berries for you if you like," Lytse offered after he nibbled on the first piece. "But this isn't bad, really. I mean, it's not like fresh berries of course, but you can taste they used real berries in this and it fills you up. He finished his first piece and moved in for a second. "They have so many variants and in this way it doesn't spoil as fast as real berries do. Humans tend to lose their connection with nature, but they're pretty smart sometimes."
"Come on, you two," Saryua told Missy and Sparky. "Time to eat, there is plenty for both of you.". Like Soul she decided to wait until the small Pokémon had enough and she would eat afterwards.
"Just protective in general, or More protective of you than any of the others?" he asked as he handed her the food.
"We can try and find some berries for you if you like," Lytse offered after he nibbled on the first piece. "But this isn't bad, really. I mean, it's not like fresh berries of course, but you can taste they used real berries in this and it fills you up. He finished his first piece and moved in for a second. "They have so many variants and in this way it doesn't spoil as fast as real berries do. Humans tend to lose their connection with nature, but they're pretty smart sometimes."
"Come on, you two," Saryua told Missy and Sparky. "Time to eat, there is plenty for both of you.". Like Soul she decided to wait until the small Pokémon had enough and she would eat afterwards.
The forest was quiet in the dark hours, but when the sky turned lighter, before the sun revealed itself, birds already started to wake up and greeted each other and the world around them. Sil had spent the night outside, but it wasn't just the lighter sky and the small birds that woke her up. A sound that did not belong. When Zigmund scanned the area, Sil examined him and recognised the enemy from before. Danger. She kept silent. Danger. Danger. When Zigmund went up the hill, Sil flew up and followed.
Fenna had found a room downstairs with several beds that had been used by the low-ranks who lived and worked in the temple even before the cultists had taken over. She dreamt of Zigmund, the battle they had in the Mazy Hillocks, from bird-eye view. Danger. The feeling of danger was so strong she woke up, rolled out of bed and sat on one knee with a dagger in her hand. What? Where was she? Right, the temple. Groaning, she stood up. Her back still ached from where the wraith had struck her. That's when she heard a voice in the distance.
Ninja? Oh no... She quickly collected the gear she had removed prior to lying down and rushed out. She halted when she realised she didn't remember what way the entrance was. She grabbed the arm of a former cultists who had fled further inside the temple at MacKensies warning.
"The way out," she urged.
"Really? There's..." the cultist began, but her voice trailed away when she saw Fenna's determination. "Okay, this way."
Another cultist entered the room. "There's some kind of ninja outside," he said.
The brainwashed cultists had fought, as that was the only thing they could do. Now that they weren't, any remaining cultists preferred to flee over fighting.
"This way," the woman repeated. "I used to live here before..." she swallowed heavily and didn't finish the sentence. "There is only one entrance, but in case of emergency, there is another way out."
Fenna followed the former cultist as she showed a passage that could only be opened from the inside. From the outside it looked just like the walls of the temple, from the inside the thick iron door was barred and locked. The former cultist removed the iron rods, unlocked it and the three of them pushed it open. Fenna ran around the temple and joined her team after Zigmund destroyed the entrance.
The water ninja attacked MacKensie, and Barracker jumped in to block the attack. The moment Zigmund and Barracker seemed to be at a standstill, Fenna rushed forward with her now 2-meter-long spear, and used the opportunity to stab Zigmund with the tip.
Fenna had found a room downstairs with several beds that had been used by the low-ranks who lived and worked in the temple even before the cultists had taken over. She dreamt of Zigmund, the battle they had in the Mazy Hillocks, from bird-eye view. Danger. The feeling of danger was so strong she woke up, rolled out of bed and sat on one knee with a dagger in her hand. What? Where was she? Right, the temple. Groaning, she stood up. Her back still ached from where the wraith had struck her. That's when she heard a voice in the distance.
Ninja? Oh no... She quickly collected the gear she had removed prior to lying down and rushed out. She halted when she realised she didn't remember what way the entrance was. She grabbed the arm of a former cultists who had fled further inside the temple at MacKensies warning.
"The way out," she urged.
"Really? There's..." the cultist began, but her voice trailed away when she saw Fenna's determination. "Okay, this way."
Another cultist entered the room. "There's some kind of ninja outside," he said.
The brainwashed cultists had fought, as that was the only thing they could do. Now that they weren't, any remaining cultists preferred to flee over fighting.
"This way," the woman repeated. "I used to live here before..." she swallowed heavily and didn't finish the sentence. "There is only one entrance, but in case of emergency, there is another way out."
Fenna followed the former cultist as she showed a passage that could only be opened from the inside. From the outside it looked just like the walls of the temple, from the inside the thick iron door was barred and locked. The former cultist removed the iron rods, unlocked it and the three of them pushed it open. Fenna ran around the temple and joined her team after Zigmund destroyed the entrance.
The water ninja attacked MacKensie, and Barracker jumped in to block the attack. The moment Zigmund and Barracker seemed to be at a standstill, Fenna rushed forward with her now 2-meter-long spear, and used the opportunity to stab Zigmund with the tip.
Anonymous entry:
Proem
Crow upon a windowsill,
Plucks a feather for a quill,
Black as ink as it sits still,
And he thinks to write until,
The cat slinks in for the kill.
Word by word writ unto page,
Sets the actors on the stage,
Fowl flees as wings engage,
Feline leaps with claws of rage,
Fly and pounce their battles wage.
Torn apart a broken tome,
Scattered now the papers roam,
Flits about the dimming gloam,
Finding chaos has come home,
How shall we end this Poem?
A contest held through the land,
Finish this tale we demand,
Make it simple; make it grand,
be it praised; be it panned,
The story ends by your hand.
Proem
Crow upon a windowsill,
Plucks a feather for a quill,
Black as ink as it sits still,
And he thinks to write until,
The cat slinks in for the kill.
Word by word writ unto page,
Sets the actors on the stage,
Fowl flees as wings engage,
Feline leaps with claws of rage,
Fly and pounce their battles wage.
Torn apart a broken tome,
Scattered now the papers roam,
Flits about the dimming gloam,
Finding chaos has come home,
How shall we end this Poem?
A contest held through the land,
Finish this tale we demand,
Make it simple; make it grand,
be it praised; be it panned,
The story ends by your hand.
It was over. A wave of relief went over Fenna when the big wraith at the ceiling died. Seeing everyone join in and turn their weapons into ranged weapons was a glorious sight. After the wave of relief, she was hit with the pain that the adrenaline of the fight had pushed back. She almost buckled through her knees, but remained standing. Her back hurt where the smaller wraith had sliced her. That would hurt for a while, no doubt about that.
When MacKensie approached her she smiled. "We did it," she echoed as she hugged the younger woman. They did it. A gold contract. Tough, but they had managed to do it. It would have been easier with their elemental mage at their side, Fenna hoped Lilliana was well.
She didn't think much about the crystal that glowed; she realised something would have changed, but she was too tired to give it any thought. After James helped her patch up the cut in her back to the best of his abilities, she went through her bag to get some food for a light meal, some dried fruits and dried meat from her rations, and she fed Sil some of the strips of meat as well.
"I'm going to let Sil outside and then sleep," she told her companions as she went back through the temple, towards the door. On her way she found some lost cultist who didn't know where to go and what to do, and she offered them kind words like "it wasn't your fault" and "your family will be glad to have you back". Truth be told, she tried to be kind to anyone she came across, but was too tired to go into any in-depth discussions about good and evil with them. With the pain in her back, shallow platitudes were all she could muster.
Outside Sil was happy to stretch her wings. Fenna took a moment to look at the night sky before going back inside and find a bed so she could sleep.
When MacKensie approached her she smiled. "We did it," she echoed as she hugged the younger woman. They did it. A gold contract. Tough, but they had managed to do it. It would have been easier with their elemental mage at their side, Fenna hoped Lilliana was well.
She didn't think much about the crystal that glowed; she realised something would have changed, but she was too tired to give it any thought. After James helped her patch up the cut in her back to the best of his abilities, she went through her bag to get some food for a light meal, some dried fruits and dried meat from her rations, and she fed Sil some of the strips of meat as well.
"I'm going to let Sil outside and then sleep," she told her companions as she went back through the temple, towards the door. On her way she found some lost cultist who didn't know where to go and what to do, and she offered them kind words like "it wasn't your fault" and "your family will be glad to have you back". Truth be told, she tried to be kind to anyone she came across, but was too tired to go into any in-depth discussions about good and evil with them. With the pain in her back, shallow platitudes were all she could muster.
Outside Sil was happy to stretch her wings. Fenna took a moment to look at the night sky before going back inside and find a bed so she could sleep.
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Next, Zell teaches Sil how to drink :P
Fenna looks disapprovingly at both of them.
Lily left them again, grinning from ear to ear. A transformation, a real transformation. How lucky was that? Would there be more? Could she force another transformation? Oh, the possibilities were endless, she'd have so much fun with the dragon girl. The demon girl was boring, she really needed to watch her feed. Then again, if she could let her starve just a bit and then present Benjamin, oh, that would be a great sight.
In her office she checked the order she had placed, but no updates from the team that took it. They didn't have Benjamin yet. Freya was in her possession, why wasn't Benjamin yet? Some people just couldn't be trusted with the simplest of tasks.
Unaware there was an order for his capture, Benjamin was with Mike at the library of their agency. After the morning talk, Mike had already reached out to Rupert, and now they tried to find more information about anything they could use to free Gaia and Steph.
"Going back to ghost hunting doesn't sound too bad, does it?" Mike asked.
Benjamin chuckled. "The world was simpler when we did just that. But we wouldn't have met Steph, and the others. I wonder how they are doing."
In her office she checked the order she had placed, but no updates from the team that took it. They didn't have Benjamin yet. Freya was in her possession, why wasn't Benjamin yet? Some people just couldn't be trusted with the simplest of tasks.
Unaware there was an order for his capture, Benjamin was with Mike at the library of their agency. After the morning talk, Mike had already reached out to Rupert, and now they tried to find more information about anything they could use to free Gaia and Steph.
"Going back to ghost hunting doesn't sound too bad, does it?" Mike asked.
Benjamin chuckled. "The world was simpler when we did just that. But we wouldn't have met Steph, and the others. I wonder how they are doing."
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