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Current Away from home between October 26th and November 10th. Contests will return when I'm back home!
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Don't forget to vote in the writing contest! The link is in the sidebar <3
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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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3 more days!
We have 1 entry and 6 days left.
The alarm sounded. Fenna jolted up. At first she was confused about what was happening, it was too soon, it couldn't be the attack. But what enemy would stick to their schedule if they could use the element of surprise? She cursed under breath as she quickly put on her armour, grabbed her bow and spear and rushed out of the room. Zell was there — of course he was — and clasped her shoulder. He nodded to her and she nodded back. Of course he shouted words of encouragement, Fenna wasn't sure if he really believed it, but it was good to know that at least one of them was confident. Or, in the very least, acted confident. It helped. Sil joined her and flew alongside her.

As she ran to the appointed place, horrors rained down on the town. Ghouls. Fenna looked up to see a creature fly overhead and for a moment thought about shooting an arrow, but she didn't even know where the weak spot would be. Instead, she bashed in the skull of one ghoul and stabbed another as she moved through them. every ghoul that came on her path met one of the ends of her spear. City militia approached to deal with the ghouls and Fenna saw fire balls and lightning bolts being fired at flying creature.

Along the way their group split up, but Falcons joined her. When she reached her appointed location a part of the Falcons were already in position. Others arrived and quickly took place. When Sil soared over their heads, they cheered. As Fenna gave them a moment to assemble, Fenna climbed up the battlements to see what the situation was, and cursed. So many enemies, siege towers approaching, and they needed to somehow win this? They had to, it was fight or die, and Fenna was not about to die in some far-away land.

'All right,' she said, turning around. 'We'll have to give it everything we got.' Her eyes moved over her troops. Some people were missing. Were they late? Killed by ghouls? Had they deserted and fled the city? She turned to her second in command. 'Make sure to write down who didn't join us,' she told him, and after receiving a confirmation she turned to the troops again. 'As we planned. Arrows first, when they get too close the archers fall back and we'll use spears, when they get within reach we use swords. We will fight them with every step they take. Get ready!'

The deadline is in 12 days, so there's enough time to work on your entries.
Hello! I'm ready ^_^


For this contest I want you to take one of the RP characters you used in a roleplay on the Guild and sent them on a nice vacation for the summer or the winter or Yule or Christmas. But, as we all know, nothing goes exactly like plan. For example, after the many adventures your character had, they deserve a break on a nice beach. Suddenly, a hurricane hits, or a shark attacks. A tornado filled with sharks hits the land? Anyway, you get what I mean. Have your character go on a well deserved break (because we are nice to our characters) and make something happen (because we also torment our character).

No word limit for this one, fanfictions are allowed.




Core rules:
  • At all times follow the Fundamental Rules of the Guild and the Moderation Policy for Forum Contests.
  • After reading the above this should be obvious: No plagiarism and respect copyright laws.
  • Your submission must be written by you (no AI) and specifically for this contest.
  • Don't exceed PEGI 16 with your writing; no 18+ themes and fade to black if applicable.
  • Don’t forget to subscribe to this thread. You will receive updates on the contest and on the number of entries, and reminders about the deadline here. I will not PM them.


Contest rules:
  • Please PM @Loksfjoer the entries and give it as title Contest - (Your Title).
  • Your entry can be anonymous or carry your name. Let me know what you want in the PM. If you don't specify, your entry will be posted anonymously, but you may always claim your story during or at the end of the voting round.
  • The deadline is January 23rd 2025, 9:00 CET, which is 8:00 server time (both times are in a.m.)





Number of entries so far: 1
Fenna accepted the drinks from Zell, examining the shot before bringing it to her lips. Manticore spit, how typical of Zell to bring back something weird like this. The liquid was much darker than anything she had seen before and the smell was, well, it was no Jägermeister. The cautious part of her was not yet convinced she wanted to try this. Zell, on the other hand, wasted no time and downed the shot. She could see the regret almost instantly and it would have been funny if she didn't have the same drink in front of her. Clive too downed the shot and seeing how the big man reacted didn't leave her with much confidence. The sane part of her wanted to refuse, put the drink aside and forget about it. All the evidence pointed to it being a very bad idea. But... what was life if you couldn't take a chance sometimes? "Here goes nothing," she muttered and brought the glass up, tilted her head and downed the liquid. It burned down her throat, shot needles into her head and left a vile taste on her tongue. "Gah," she sputtered and she coughed. "Sodeju," she croaked. "That'sstrong." She coughed again and croaked. "Never...again..."
Next time, Fenna decided, next time Zell would come back with something that sounded dubious and smelled dubious, she would not drink it. But she was glad she did, because this was something they would remember forever.
Fenna approached the building that served drinks. Sil, who wasn't looking forward being inside with a lot of humans around her, flew up and settled on the roof, where she would keep watch.

When Fenna entered the bar it didn't take long to find two of her comrades, especially with Zell calling her name through the room and waving at her. She clasped his extended hand before she joined them at the table. They were drinking, but it didn't look like happy drinking. Both had grim expressions on their faces, even with Zell keeping up his lighthearted behaviour.
Fenna chuckled at his comment. "It will have to do," she sighed.

The beer, while not bad, was one of the many things that just wasn't the same as back home. At least it had the same effect: dulling of the mind and a headache in the morning. How long ago was it she had just sat down with friends in a bar and drink? Not often since she had become a parent. "Cheers," she said to Clive and Zell, raising her mug. "We've been through a lot and the troubles are far from over, but at least we're in good company."

Fenna continued her walk through the city. The atmosphere had definitely changed now that the big day was getting closer and closer. The continued siege outside made the people within the walls restless. They started having doubts about being able to defend themselves. According to the guards on the walls, the army outside was huge. There were whispers that some people had quietly left the city - had anyone actually seen Ambassador Malcolm Crane lately? - which did not help morale. Where Fenna went she also heard whispers about how blessed the people of Valheim felt with adventurers in the city, they would surely make a difference, but the lack of the highest tier of parties was another reason for concern. Sure, Second Change had defeated Aurok, but there weren't any parties above the gold rank in the city.

"I don't know if there's anything we can do to make them feel better," Fenna sighed. She knew Sil couldn't really answer her, but she enjoyed talking to her nonetheless.
She reached for a herbalist, asking for directions along the way, and once she found the building with a nettle on a wooden sigh she went inside.
"Sorry ma'am," the woman behind the counter said as soon as she saw Fenna. "We do not have any healing supplies left. Everything has been taken to the hospital and will be distributed over the healers for the big fight."
"I'm not here for healing herbs. I was wondering what you have in stock that will itch."
"Itch?"
"Preferably in powder in small cloth bags," Fenna continued.
The woman looked from Fenna to Sil and back to Fenna. "All right, I think I know what you're getting at. You be fighting in the battle, right? Yeah, yeah, I can do that. Leave that to me ma'am. No charge."

With that out of the way, Fenna went back in the city. She found herself near the spa and looked at the entrance. She had mixed feelings about that place now. The absolute pampering with MacKensie on one side, and the business with the hooded figures afterwards. Again she checked the area but there weren't any of them around.
"I think they stopped following us," she said to Sil, who made a sound that could be taken as agreeing.
To think there was this big ball of energy down there. As she thought back to it, she realised something. She could feel it, from here. The feeling was faint, but it was there.
"Okay, I'm going to get a drink now," she decided and turned her back om the building.
Fenna watched her fighters battle an invisible enemy and to her untrained eyes, it looked good. How well would it go when the enemy was here? What more could she do to prepare? She turned to look at Sil, who sat nearby. The bird of prey had proven to be a good asset in battle, she had fearlessly attacked their foes so far.
"Can you set up some dummies?" she asked her appointed second in command. "Where the enemy will likely be when we fight."
The sergeant nodded and together with some other Falcons he set up some targets. "Practicing bow'n'arrow?" he asked.
"No, we'll practice Sil dropping things on them. Help me find some rubish, broken stone and logs the others don't need. lets how big and heavy we can go."

Fenna was fairly sure Sil wasn't an ordinary falcon, the way she had fought and how she reacted at times, there was an obvious intelligence. And, more importantly, a connection. Sil understood her better than any other falcon would, she understood her feelings. That's what Sil reacted to mostly. She came when Fenna was lonely, and that was just one of the many occasions Sil had shown understanding of what happened and what Fenna needed.

Using words while doing actions, Fenna tried to teach Sil three words: "pick up", "drop", "go". The last time she had send Sil on a mission she had used her words and formed mental images, and that had been enough to make Sil understand she had to deliver that message to Lucy. So that's what Fenna did again, while also using physical gestures. It didn't take long for the falcon to understand the three orders and would pick up what Fenna pointed at and dropped it at what she pointed at or visualized.
The Falcons cheered when Sil carried out the orders succesfully.

"You are a very special bird," Fenna said when Sil joined her, smiling at the falcon. "I'm so glad you joined me." She stroke the feathers. "Thank you for being with me." Sil gently touched her cheek with her head.

Fenna turned to the sergeant. "Can you wrap things up here? I need to go on errands."
"Of course, ma'am."
"I have an idea," she said to Sil as she walked away. "We're going to find a herbalist. And after that we shall find Zell for a drink and lament about the beer not being Heineken." Sil spread her wings and made an enthusiastic noise. "He's good company," Fenna agreed. "But they're all good people and we should try to help them as well as we can." She paused. "Maybe we'll start by not going near Wellsprings for the duration of our stay here. I've had enough of hooded people and powerful energies hidden in caves."
As she said that she realized she hadn't seen them again so far. Had they stopped stalking her, or they had gotten better at it? Although the last one was unlikely, whoever the robed people were, they were not good at staying unnoticed.
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