-----------------------------A calm Zikwa invites you to tell him another story. Will you?
Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 12:41 am
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In order to gain 1 token, you need to roll 3d20 (3 twenty-sided dice). Each dice corresponds with a word/phrase on the lists below (1st dice to 1st list, etc). Words that are singular/plural or have multiple forms (past tense, future tense, -ly -ous endings, etc etc) can be manipulated at will. example: delicious (Deliciously) Run (ran, running, runs) Damp (Damper, Dampest, Dampened, etc).
Collect your words, and then see what the Genre Death Brings Change is seeking. The list on the next post is by date
With your three words and genre, craft a simple story. A minimum of two sentences is required, but it can be more if you feel like it!
Theme: Horror 11. Stars 10. Totoma (f) 18. Run Rolling the marked stones, Gentle Beauty pondered for a few moments in front of Death Brings Change, formulating her story.
"In my wanderings, I have met many kin, but none so brave as this one Totoma doe I traveled with for several months. She was the most fearless doe I had ever encountered, and stubborn as well, completely unafraid of anything that crossed our paths, refusing to ever back down and would always stand her ground. Being a Totoma, she taught me to brave and insisted that, as long as we stayed together, we'd be able to defeat anything, and I should never back down either, face everything head on, and she taught me how to fight and defend myself."
"One deep night, when the Stars where the only source of light, she ventured into the shadows ahead to check to make sure all was clear, investigating a strange noise we had heard. This was the last time I saw her, though I will never forget the last thing she yelled as she slowly turned back to me, eyes full of terror before getting pulled into the darkness."
"Run."
Gentle Beauty let the last word linger before giving a soft smile, "have a good day" She took the token and trotted off to see what else there was to do.
There were no stars to light the path into the unforgiving woods. It was pitch nights like this where you had to be careful of Her. Set hoof off of the path for the slightest moment and you'd be gone; the light from your eyes extinguished, the breath from your lungs pulled like a bird plucking a worm from the earth. For it is She, the Kimeti of the Hollows, whom your spirit runs from. It is she who is watching you ever in her dark mossy halls.
"There ish a shtory I heard, when I was shmall; there wash a great cave near where I roamed, and I often heard mothersh telling their young about it. It wash shaid that there were many shongbirds that would fly into the cave, but never out. The mothers would alwaysh shay there wash a great beasht inside, and it would shwallow up anything that wandered inshide.
One day, when I wash bigger, I thought I would peek into thish cave and check if it wash true! I could not shee the beasht or the birdsh, but I can tell you when I felt the coolnessh of the cave hit my fur, I heard a crackle like lightning and the mosht chilling growl I've ever heard. ... What? You want more? Well, you'll have to go there yourshelf! I ran out of there fashter than I've ever ran before!"
"Stories..." Morning Thaw took a seat near the calm Zikwa and mulled over an idea. "Okay, so... Once upon a time there was a Totoma Male. He was really strong and fought hard, but there was a lot of hatred inside of himself. He hated everything and everyone! He decided he'd prove himself the strongest male around, so he went after a fabled monster.
"The monster was said to only come out at night. He left and went deep into the mountains, finally finding the monster! After hours of stalking it, through the wee hours of the night, he stepped upon a branch. The monster he was stalking disappeared in a flash. Frightened, the male turned to flee.
"But..." Morning Thaw paused for dramatic effect, "The monster was right there! It roared at him and took a big bite out of his shoulder. Wounded, he returned to the other Totoma and told the tale. No one believed him, and he passed away. Some say now you can see him, lurking on the edge of the mountains, glaring at everyone who comes near. If you get caught, he takes a big bite from your shoulder!"
The zikwa chuckled and offered her a coin. Goodie!
She wasn't a good storyteller; she was less about words--though far from mute--and more about action. She'd just have to try.
"Once there was a kimeti buck who fell in love with the moon. Except the moon was more than it appeared.
It was a great spirit that took upon the guise of a swallow. It would visit him, this swallow, but it was jealous.
He spoke of the beauty of day; the swallow pecked out his eyes. He spoke of kindness and he was maimed until his hideous face drove all away. He spoke of loneliness and the moon killed him and took him to the sky.
Blind, hideous, and dead he spent the rest of his life with the moon he had once loved."
Breach wrinkled her nose. That was terrible. Absolutely terrible. Before anyone could comment she turned and ran. Maybe the real horror was listening to her try to tell a story.
Beetle the Bard was not fond of horror stories, too much suspense of the blood and gore variety. However, this prompt he could work with. "The berry was not sweet and juicy, it was spicy hot. Hot enough to leave the tongue feeling scorched." he pauses, for dramatic effect, then finishes the short story. "The swan was not happy I ate his dinner, and attacked as viciously as a goose. I was lucky to escape with life and limb." the gleam in his eye leaves you wondering if he perhaps lived this story.
Smash and Mash didn't have much patience for stories, but she'd investigated this booth and the Zikwa buck seemed so nice that she didn't want to disappoint him. She thought deeply, then began. "Once there was a hot crane. He was so hot that everyone died. He burned up all the kin, all the berries and flowers, all the trees. The entire swamp evaporated and there was nothing left. Just the hot crane. The end."
"You want a story from me?" asked White-Capped Waves, ever the skeptic. "Okay, so like, I guess - a horror story about a disgusting, like, giant wasp at a river?"
She actually might be able to do that. "Um, so, like, there was a doe just minding her own business at a watering hole. Meditating, as you do. Sorry, did you say river? I meant river. But it was - quiet. Too quiet. Ideally you focus on your environmental noise, but it wasn't working for her - it was just silent. All the animals in the area had fled, I guess - or she guessed. Then she looked up, and there it was. A giant wasp! She shrieked and fell over, except then her head landed in a pile of fecal matter, which is truly both horrific and disgusting. You really need to pay better attention if you're meditating."
Confidence wasn't that great at telling stories let alone a horror story. However he had something of an idea for a story that had to do with Fire, a Kiokote (f) and a Burp.
"Once upon a time there was a female Kiokote who liked to dance around fire. The warmth of the fire would warm her spirit and she could dance for what seemed like hours." He paused trying to think of something more he could add to this story. "Um one night she was dancing and started to feel strange." He paused again wondering if this was turning out to be a horror story or just a weird story.
"Uh so she started to feel strange but continued to dance. The moon high in the sky and the fire burning bright." He thought he might as well end it and thought it best to bring it to an abrupt end. "She burped scaring her spectators who in turn took off running. One of them ran through the fire and ended up with scars?" He hid his face away in shame at his terrible story.
Stories! Morning Thaw was eager to try her hand at telling a new one. "Once upon a time," Wait, hadn't her last story opened like that? Oh well, "There was a Giant Spider. The spider's den was large, but it was rather friendly. During a full moon in the summer, the children would be dared to go into the cave. Every step was tricky, because the cave was filled with web and rock. One time a group of foals wandered in. As they walked, they heard a sharp crunching sound! Fearfully, they looked down and saw the remains of a kin! Scared out of their wits they fled the cave.
"The spider only laughed. They had stepped on a branch, and the skeleton of the kin was made from clay! It was all a trick."
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