Loksfjoer is a Contest Moderator.
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2 mos ago
Current Away from home between October 26th and November 10th. Contests will return when I'm back home!
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3 mos ago
Don't forget to vote in the writing contest! The link is in the sidebar <3
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4 mos ago
Back from vacation, taking my time to roll back into roleplays and contests.
4 mos ago
Vacation for a week, I'm off to Finland!
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5 mos ago
Note to self: reply to RPs
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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

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I didn't receive entries for this, but that's okay! Next round will be for short entries again. See you there! ^_^
The HA! caught everyone's attention, including Trevor's, who glanced at the source and took a moment to take in the small halfling. He turned his attention back to the High Priestess. There was only one person in his life he would call mother and this person was certainly not that person. With crossed arms and a straight back, he listened to the explanation. Becoming more powerful did not sound bad, but he rolled his eyes at "how to interact with noble company". He knew perfectly well how to interact with them.

When it was time to draw numbers he came forward, grabbed one of the papers and examined the number. Then he glanced at the tables and his eyes rested on the weapons. It was very unlikely he was here for something else. Question was, how would he use it? At least he had some time to figure it out, as he would go second. He turned to look at the eggs. How was this test even supposed to do anything? Those things didn't have eyes. Finally, his eyes moved over all the people gathered. He did not feel like mingling, small talk or any of that. This testing and the potential death if he failed kept him focussed, pleasantries were just a distraction now. He waited patiently for the testing to begin.

Fenna was happy to know they were getting closer to Valheim, the hospital and answers were almost within reach. She listened to James as he held his speech. Valheim under siege? A new fight? They weren't even healed up completely. As the travel continued she imagined what it would be like, with burning farms and projectiles flying through the sky, hitting a barrier around the city.
As they went across the final hill and had a clear view of the city, it was exactly like the images in her mind. She blinked and then glanced up to Sil.

Around her the others started discussing their next step. She nodded in agreement to Barrackers comment that they had to get inside. Clive had a good reason to protest, but Adam had some good points and she too thought they should be able to get inside the city. She turned to look at the battlefield when MacKensie spotted the creatures. Human-sized lizards? After walking skeletons and wraiths, it didn't seem that odd, but she was still surprised to see them.

When she was addressed she turned to Adam. "I don't see why not," she said. "Sil can deliver a message to someone inside." Although there was no previous experience to back it up, she knew it would work.
Roughly 4,5 days until the deadline.
I'm for options 2 and 4. With 4 being preferred.

Fenna is injured, but it's her shoulder that needs treatment in the hospital so she can walk. This does mean swimming is not an option for her. The other injuries were also in her torso but they're healed enough to walk and scout at this point, even more if they rest fist.

We can definitely use Sil for distractions (her Loud Screech can distract enemies) and for sending messages. With real enemies approaching, guards aren't going to pay much attention to a bird of prey.

Fenna is not keen on turning back or do any kind of fighting. In character she is very set on getting more information about the reason they're here, and they're very close to finally getting that message that is waiting for them. She also really wants her shoulder treated and the nearest hospital is in Valheim. So she doesn't want to travel to another city and lose more time. Waiting for the cover of the night is a sensible idea and she will agree with that.

Would waiting for midnight or early morning (before the sun is up) give Clive enough time to go to Cherrad and return?

Meal? Benjamin looked from the shadow to the woman in the lab goat, he smiled as if she had received a present.
"Thank you," Lily said to the figure. "Thank you so much. You are much more reliable than those agents are." She clapped her hands in delight. "Oh, this is wonderful." She gestured to two underlings. "Take him to his room."

The two guards took Benjamin and dragged him along, putting him in a holding cell. Benjamin tried to resist, but was no match for them. He stumbled into the cell when they pushed him and turned around when they closed the door. "Let me out!"

***

It was reassuring to know even Harriet didn't know much about angels and demons and Mike relaxed a little. It was good to hear Freya was improving.
"A witch?" he asked. "Where?" He was certain he hadn't met a witch before. "How do witches use magic?"
He thought back to what he had learned about them, but the topic hadn't come up yet, nor did he know if the Agency hunted witches or considered them allies.
The half-Oread next to him continued to speak, but it was a friendly voice at least. "Trevor," he replied when Skagi introduced themselves and with a nod of his head agreed to join them and have a look at the instruments.

Before they got to that, the priestess spoke. At least she came to the point quickly, Trevor could appreciate that. He narrowed his eyes at the comment that seven wouldn't be allowed to leave the island. He was definitely not going to be among those. Whatever it took.
One of the men in the crowd spoke Trevor's mind, why would they trust an elf? He knew he didn't. A frown creased his forehead when the elf spoke of a beast awakening that had to be defeated.

"Tame dragons?" he repeated and watched the eggs be revealed. "Tame dragons?!"
He gritted his teeth, someone was definitely going to pay for this. Ordering him to go here, where he was now faced to either never leaving this place (as if he would let that happen) or tame a dragon. He knew nothing of dragons except for some stories, and none of those stories had painted dragons in a good light. A beast they had to fight, and beasts had to be used to do it. So be it. Whatever would happen, he would not be among the losers.
Fenna sat on the cart, watching the trees go by. While her shoulder was bandaged, the wound still hurt and the many bumps in the roead didn't make her more comfortable. Sil soared high in the sky, going ahead and circling back. Fenna knew exactly where she was without looking up, but she did anyway to admire the bird. With very little to do, her mind wandered to a vacation with her family, where they had done a sightseeing tour with in a wagon pulled by ponies. The children had loved it. She thoughtlessly rubbed the crystal on her hand. People had called her a hero, but she hadn't even done this for them. Of course she wouldn't hesitate to help a person in need, but her goal was to get that message. It felt like the next step towards going home. There had to be a way, whatever brought them here should return them. She hoped.

In an attempt to stop herself from thinking about their world and the people she left behind, or their uncertain future, she turned to MacKensie while Zell and Barracker were discussing Gods and afterlives. "After the hospital I'm going to find a glass of that champagne-like drink they served us in the clothes shop and drink to the demise of the water ninja," she said. Maybe after that find a place that could mend her armour, or get something new. Either way, it was good they were heading back to Valheim.
While Marc got lost in the files, Benjamin continued his conversation with his companions. He pondered Ari's question, but had to shrug in the end. "Somewhere normal patients can't come," he told her. "I don't know where Ray is, but she has to be somewhere. Somewhere behind a locked door and I'm pretty sure there is a kitchen in the basement, maybe down there somewhere?" He had an apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry, I really don't know where you can go."

Down in the basement, one of the staff entered the room where Ray was being kept to check her vital signs and take a blood sample. They monitored her closely for any changes and noted all the effects they could see. They had learned to administer a smaller dosage of the experimental tranquillizer after the last patient they had here.
"Are you awake?" the nurse asked. "How are you feeling?"
Two more weeks before the deadline!
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