@King Tai I say go ahead and post, if you've got an idea of what to write. Might give other people something to go off of. :)
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Looking for a weirdo with an interest in art and science? Name's Vandy, 18, USA. Pronouns are they/them/it.
A fan of writing in all genres. Currently working on a first draft of a children's novella-length book that has been tentatively named 'Through the Eyes of Theodore Tuttwill'. ENFJ, Investigative-Artistic, high school graduate/college freshman.
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A fan of writing in all genres. Currently working on a first draft of a children's novella-length book that has been tentatively named 'Through the Eyes of Theodore Tuttwill'. ENFJ, Investigative-Artistic, high school graduate/college freshman.
PM me for general contact info.
Here's an RVB fanart I did on 7/10/15:
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Also, I feel I should ask this to everyone. Since no one has responded in a while, would you all prefer that I just do another story post to add on to the previous one and move things forward, or are some people still planning on responding to what's already been put up?
Kai nods at the information imparted to her from the boy. "If nobody has any objections, I say we go there now. Get to the heart of all this."
@King Tai
“I am not of Amazonian decent, and I will have you refrain from your lust filled remarks, satyr. Call me by my title, the Great Mage, and none of these other nicknames you have contrived.” Serenity is clearly displeased by Basco’s comment on her physical appearance, and is not going to tolerate any more of it. “In regards to your questions, the results of my spell were accidental and unintended. They were created by my fault, and possibly a sign that I am in need of temporary retirement from the arcane in order to sort out my findings. As for sending you back, I hardly know where any of you came from in the first place. I simply have been working backwards from the curse that brought you here, in hopes that I can reverse the process without needing any outside assistance.”
Serenity shakes her head with a sigh. It’s clear that the idea of a break displeases her. The man with feathered wings walks over, seemingly ready to take a pause from whatever the five were discussing previously.
He says to her, “Might I make a suggestion?”
Serenity looks at him, clearly tired from whatever talks they had just finished. “I am open to your ideas, Obsidian. An angel’s wisdom is not something I should turn down at any point, and especially not now.”
“Let us take over your post so that you may work full time on correcting the situation. I am sure Alisha would agree with me that it is in your best interests, and in the interests of the people we serve. With the arrival of these strangers, your work may be sped up from whatever knowledge they can impart on you.” Obsidian gestures delicately with his fingers in the direction of Terra and the group, tone well metered.
Caljorn is not as pleased with this idea, voicing as such to Serenity. “I would have you torn from your position permanently, were the decision up to me! Your judgement has been nothing but questionable as of late. You served our counsel, and now it is time for you to step down.”
“I am not of Amazonian decent, and I will have you refrain from your lust filled remarks, satyr. Call me by my title, the Great Mage, and none of these other nicknames you have contrived.” Serenity is clearly displeased by Basco’s comment on her physical appearance, and is not going to tolerate any more of it. “In regards to your questions, the results of my spell were accidental and unintended. They were created by my fault, and possibly a sign that I am in need of temporary retirement from the arcane in order to sort out my findings. As for sending you back, I hardly know where any of you came from in the first place. I simply have been working backwards from the curse that brought you here, in hopes that I can reverse the process without needing any outside assistance.”
Serenity shakes her head with a sigh. It’s clear that the idea of a break displeases her. The man with feathered wings walks over, seemingly ready to take a pause from whatever the five were discussing previously.
He says to her, “Might I make a suggestion?”
Serenity looks at him, clearly tired from whatever talks they had just finished. “I am open to your ideas, Obsidian. An angel’s wisdom is not something I should turn down at any point, and especially not now.”
“Let us take over your post so that you may work full time on correcting the situation. I am sure Alisha would agree with me that it is in your best interests, and in the interests of the people we serve. With the arrival of these strangers, your work may be sped up from whatever knowledge they can impart on you.” Obsidian gestures delicately with his fingers in the direction of Terra and the group, tone well metered.
Caljorn is not as pleased with this idea, voicing as such to Serenity. “I would have you torn from your position permanently, were the decision up to me! Your judgement has been nothing but questionable as of late. You served our counsel, and now it is time for you to step down.”
@Crazy Doctor
"That would be Alisha the Reverent, one of the leaders of the Sun Empire." Terra says her name with respect, but not nearly as much as she does when talking about the Great Mage.
@JELDare
Terra then looks at James for a moment, confused by his question. Then she says, "We are here to see the Great Mage. Is that not what you wanted?"
It is at this point that the others notice their entrance into the room, and the dragon grows quiet. The robed woman stands, and slowly walks to face Terra. She asks her, "Are these the ones from the other world?"
Terra nods in response. "Yes, my lady, these are all who have shown so far."
The woman looks over the group, standing tall. She addresses them with a loud and powerful voice, "I trust my subject has treated you all well. She may not be the strongest among my ranks, but her hospitality is a desirable asset. I am Sarah Serenity, one of the six leaders that organizes the well being of the Sun Empire. If you have heard that I am the one responsible for bringing you here, you are not misinformed, and I assure you I am doing all in my power to find a way to send you back there."
"That would be Alisha the Reverent, one of the leaders of the Sun Empire." Terra says her name with respect, but not nearly as much as she does when talking about the Great Mage.
@JELDare
Terra then looks at James for a moment, confused by his question. Then she says, "We are here to see the Great Mage. Is that not what you wanted?"
It is at this point that the others notice their entrance into the room, and the dragon grows quiet. The robed woman stands, and slowly walks to face Terra. She asks her, "Are these the ones from the other world?"
Terra nods in response. "Yes, my lady, these are all who have shown so far."
The woman looks over the group, standing tall. She addresses them with a loud and powerful voice, "I trust my subject has treated you all well. She may not be the strongest among my ranks, but her hospitality is a desirable asset. I am Sarah Serenity, one of the six leaders that organizes the well being of the Sun Empire. If you have heard that I am the one responsible for bringing you here, you are not misinformed, and I assure you I am doing all in my power to find a way to send you back there."
@King Tai
“I do believe that voice belongs to Caljorn the Mighty. And from the sound of things, he is quite unhappy.” Terra seems slightly uneasy, but pushes forward deeper into the building and in the direction of the voice in spite of that. She leads them to the entrance of a large chamber, one far more impressive than the halls she’s been taking them through so far.
Inside this room, there are five figures. The first is an averagely sized man, arms crossed as he gazes upon a painting of a war scene hung on the wall. He seems to be the only one uninvolved in the current discussion, but assuming he is not listening would be erroneous. His outfit consists of light platemail, which appears mostly decorative, and a large white cloak thrown over his shoulders and fastened around his neck by a silver clasp.
The second is a girl on the shorter side, easily the youngest of them all. She is dressed in green and browns, and two massive yellow wings protrude from her back through slits in her top. Flowers are woven into her long hair, which is pulled back into a loose braid. She too seems only to watch, though she looks as if she would jump at the chance to speak. She is seated at the large, round, Oakwood table in the middle of the room.
The third is tall woman wrapped in robes similar to Terra’s save for the occasional twinkle of light they display, and she sits in an impressive chair at the table where she faces the others. Her face has lines written in it that imply deep wisdom, and she sits still as she listens the complaints lodged loudly into the air.
The fourth and fifth are opposite the two women, neither of them sitting in the nearby chairs. One of them is twice as large as a normal human, in white tunic that pools around his folded arms. His fingers are thick, his skin is unnaturally white, and a silver mask obscures his face completely. Only two white glowing eyes and a small divide in the bottom of the guise from his chin to where his upper lip should be are the only notable features of his head. He has large, feathered wings, and seems to be the only one who is armed, with a fanciful sword equal to the size of person strapped to his back. The other is a dragon, three times as large Nyra, and he is the one speaking.
His silver scales bristle as a he continues, “-I find your choice to be highly unacceptable, Serenity! You did not consult any of us before you made a decision which endangered all of the Sun Empire, and even Angels’ Rest.” He is directing this at the robbed woman, who simply listens to him without a trace of emotion on her face. This lack of response causes the dragon to fume, nostrils flaring and releasing a large puff of white, freezing mist into the air.
“I do believe that voice belongs to Caljorn the Mighty. And from the sound of things, he is quite unhappy.” Terra seems slightly uneasy, but pushes forward deeper into the building and in the direction of the voice in spite of that. She leads them to the entrance of a large chamber, one far more impressive than the halls she’s been taking them through so far.
Inside this room, there are five figures. The first is an averagely sized man, arms crossed as he gazes upon a painting of a war scene hung on the wall. He seems to be the only one uninvolved in the current discussion, but assuming he is not listening would be erroneous. His outfit consists of light platemail, which appears mostly decorative, and a large white cloak thrown over his shoulders and fastened around his neck by a silver clasp.
The second is a girl on the shorter side, easily the youngest of them all. She is dressed in green and browns, and two massive yellow wings protrude from her back through slits in her top. Flowers are woven into her long hair, which is pulled back into a loose braid. She too seems only to watch, though she looks as if she would jump at the chance to speak. She is seated at the large, round, Oakwood table in the middle of the room.
The third is tall woman wrapped in robes similar to Terra’s save for the occasional twinkle of light they display, and she sits in an impressive chair at the table where she faces the others. Her face has lines written in it that imply deep wisdom, and she sits still as she listens the complaints lodged loudly into the air.
The fourth and fifth are opposite the two women, neither of them sitting in the nearby chairs. One of them is twice as large as a normal human, in white tunic that pools around his folded arms. His fingers are thick, his skin is unnaturally white, and a silver mask obscures his face completely. Only two white glowing eyes and a small divide in the bottom of the guise from his chin to where his upper lip should be are the only notable features of his head. He has large, feathered wings, and seems to be the only one who is armed, with a fanciful sword equal to the size of person strapped to his back. The other is a dragon, three times as large Nyra, and he is the one speaking.
His silver scales bristle as a he continues, “-I find your choice to be highly unacceptable, Serenity! You did not consult any of us before you made a decision which endangered all of the Sun Empire, and even Angels’ Rest.” He is directing this at the robbed woman, who simply listens to him without a trace of emotion on her face. This lack of response causes the dragon to fume, nostrils flaring and releasing a large puff of white, freezing mist into the air.
Soon on their travels, in the horizon, a large spire pierces the sky. It is fashioned from grey stone and gold, reaching far up into the clouds. Bellow, near its base, is a large courtyard, with straggles of buildings splitting out from the center. Some are even attached to the steeple, and these buildings are much larger than the others. All this is built upon a large slab of smooth stone, so the marshes do not impede any of the footpaths.
Terra leads them under the hefty gate of the wall that surrounds the little community, and down an empty street. All footsteps echo, resonating on the stone and off the walls of the buildings. As they grow closer to the nearest entrance to the tower, there are a few armored humans, seemingly standing post. One addresses Terra when she approaches, looking only at her and ignoring the rest of the group. “What is your business here?” the guard queries, a large spear in one hand, and a shield in the other.
“I am here on the Great Mage’s orders, to show her guests hospitality.” Terra gestures to the others, and only then does the large man pay them any mind.
“Are any of them armed?” he asks, tone flat. His gaze is sharp, and fearsome. There is a heavy set in his brow that far exceeds his age, setting his face into a perpetual scowl.
Terra looks the group over, and says, “No, only me.” She folds her arms, looking up at him, as he deliberates.
Slowly, he says, “Very well. I will take your word on this. Your service to the Great Mage has proven invaluable, and with it you have earned my trust. Do not think we will not be keeping an eye on your guests, however.” He signals to the other guard, one armed similarly to him but with a great war hammer in place of a spear, and she removes a physical bar from the door. Similarly to how Gale had, she mutters an incantation, and a magical lock is dispelled as well. Then, she hoists her hammer over her shoulder and steps aside, resuming her post.
The male guard nods at them once, and steps aside as well. Terra shoves open the heavy wooden door to lead them inside, which is all lit with candle light. The inner walls are of the same smooth stone as the outside, through some of them are covered in paintings and etchings of a strange, yet mystical, sort. The sound of a great and terrible thundering voice can be heard, and while the words it speaks cannot be distinguished, it is clear that the tone is unhappy.
Terra leads them under the hefty gate of the wall that surrounds the little community, and down an empty street. All footsteps echo, resonating on the stone and off the walls of the buildings. As they grow closer to the nearest entrance to the tower, there are a few armored humans, seemingly standing post. One addresses Terra when she approaches, looking only at her and ignoring the rest of the group. “What is your business here?” the guard queries, a large spear in one hand, and a shield in the other.
“I am here on the Great Mage’s orders, to show her guests hospitality.” Terra gestures to the others, and only then does the large man pay them any mind.
“Are any of them armed?” he asks, tone flat. His gaze is sharp, and fearsome. There is a heavy set in his brow that far exceeds his age, setting his face into a perpetual scowl.
Terra looks the group over, and says, “No, only me.” She folds her arms, looking up at him, as he deliberates.
Slowly, he says, “Very well. I will take your word on this. Your service to the Great Mage has proven invaluable, and with it you have earned my trust. Do not think we will not be keeping an eye on your guests, however.” He signals to the other guard, one armed similarly to him but with a great war hammer in place of a spear, and she removes a physical bar from the door. Similarly to how Gale had, she mutters an incantation, and a magical lock is dispelled as well. Then, she hoists her hammer over her shoulder and steps aside, resuming her post.
The male guard nods at them once, and steps aside as well. Terra shoves open the heavy wooden door to lead them inside, which is all lit with candle light. The inner walls are of the same smooth stone as the outside, through some of them are covered in paintings and etchings of a strange, yet mystical, sort. The sound of a great and terrible thundering voice can be heard, and while the words it speaks cannot be distinguished, it is clear that the tone is unhappy.
@YamiCuoreLaroux
“Nope, no pockets. Only the bag.” She looks down at her feet for a moment when he mentions her shoes, then asks him, “Think I should check?” She’s completely willing to humor him, since she doesn’t have anything else on her schedule at the moment. Whatever this was about could turn out to be rather interesting, and she wasn’t one to pass up an opportunity on excitement.
“Hey, kid. Don’t get so worked up. Nothing to be sorry about. I didn’t even know I was some special guest. Buuut…” she waves her hand around a little, getting a slightly mischievous look, “I wouldn’t mind talking to this guy you keep mentioning, to clear everything up. And, not to brag, but I’m killer at a fire show. Is he in charge of the entire festival, or just recruiting new performers?”
It dawns on her she hasn’t introduced herself, and she doesn’t think she caught the boy’s name either. Well, he’d probably give it to her when he saw fit. No reason to skimp out on the politeness factor though, especially if someone really is expecting her. “I’m Kai, by the way. At least, that’s what my friends call me.”
“Nope, no pockets. Only the bag.” She looks down at her feet for a moment when he mentions her shoes, then asks him, “Think I should check?” She’s completely willing to humor him, since she doesn’t have anything else on her schedule at the moment. Whatever this was about could turn out to be rather interesting, and she wasn’t one to pass up an opportunity on excitement.
“Hey, kid. Don’t get so worked up. Nothing to be sorry about. I didn’t even know I was some special guest. Buuut…” she waves her hand around a little, getting a slightly mischievous look, “I wouldn’t mind talking to this guy you keep mentioning, to clear everything up. And, not to brag, but I’m killer at a fire show. Is he in charge of the entire festival, or just recruiting new performers?”
It dawns on her she hasn’t introduced herself, and she doesn’t think she caught the boy’s name either. Well, he’d probably give it to her when he saw fit. No reason to skimp out on the politeness factor though, especially if someone really is expecting her. “I’m Kai, by the way. At least, that’s what my friends call me.”
@Slendy Don't worry, I am keeping you in mind after one other person who expressed interest before you, should more spaces open up in the future. I'm pretty optimistic that I'll be able to take on more players total soon, if things keep going about as smoothly as they are now.
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