once upon a time there was a noble steed that owned a shield and dealt with spiders and a legendary weapon
It was quiet by the lakefront. Beautiful, really, if he could have stopped imagining it as just another facade before the destruction came. A calm before the storm wasn't ever really calm; there was always a charge in the air, and Jack was still on edge after their flight from Camelot.
Removing his armor if for just the moment, he dipped his feet in the water and sighed as it cooled and soothed him. The dancing little sprites atop the surface of the lake put him on guard, though they didn't seem to mind. Several drew close enough to whisper to him in fragments shared between them of a short story.
There was once a large centaur named Sir Grace, knighted by the queen for his help in a war with the darkness long ago. He was a renowned hero, famous for his good cheer and the use of only a shield and his bare hands and hooves in battle. But what most didn't know was that Sir Grace was deathly afraid of spiders, for as a foal he had once been entangled so deeply in a large one's web that he had to be rescued before he was bitten. He kept the secret as closely guarded as possible, but the problem with secrets is that they are almost always sniffed out with time.
One day the queen asked for him to retrieve a relic of her sires from an old ruin, a sword rumored to be able to cut through any material in the known world like butter. She asked him if he wanted anyone to accompany him on the journey, but Sir Grace was a proud beast and denied any extra aid. She then asked him if he wanted anything to take along, for the forest was full of dangerous creatures, but again Sir Grace's pride won out as he assured her that he had everything he needed. He was aware the forest was home to many giant spiders, but he put his faith in his own abilities to avoid them; he had a reputation to uphold after all. Bidding the queen farewell, the hero left Camelot with only his shield and scant provisions carried on his back, certain that the task would be accomplished with the same ease he had in previous battles.
When word spread of his quest, several horsemen decided to ambush him in the elves' forest. Sir Grace was able to juggle fighting them, as he was a strong one who could bear many times his weight. As they fought, however, they disturbed a large network of spiderwebs the forest was infamous, and before the horsemen's very eyes, Sir Grace transformed from a formidable opponent to a crying manpony. Their howls of laughter echoed in his ears as he made his escape, tripping over his own hooves as strands of web trailed after him.
Ashamed, he returned to the queen and explained what had happened, sheepishly admitting his secret fear along the way. He was surprised to see the queen satisfied rather than angry or surprised. She had known all along that he was afraid of spiders--all she had wanted him to do was admit it.
"A hero with too much pride," she told him, "is a farmer who tries to shepherd his flock without a crook. Do not hide your flaws, Sir Grace: they are what allow you to know what limitations are left to surpass."
there once was a tree who owned a key and dealt with two camelots wtf
Piper didn't know how at all to approach Lancelot. She didn't feel worthy of knighthood, even if she had been all about doing something with her life that meant something. But "something" didn't have to mean "dying" at the same time. Couldn't she find some meaning staying alive? It wasn't like she had embodied hope all that well anyway, or whatever else the code of the serpent was all about. No, she'd spent most of her time being a coward when she wasn't throwing herself into the next fight; she drew strength from her party, but not from herself. Some knight she was.
Sighing, the young knight rested by the lake and washed some of the grime off her face and hands, still feeling unclean after everything that had happened. The sprites came to her and offered a story, but she barely listened.
Some say there is a very special tree in the heart of the forests. The oldest weeping willow in known history, many leagues higher than even the tallest tower of the grandest palaces. Magic cloaks its location--
And only certain people can find it, right? Piper interrupted the sprites with half-hearted sarcasm, but they don't seem to mind.
--but only those of pure heart could find the secret hidden among its roots. Legends say that this was how Camelot was once protected--through the magical cooperation with the sidhe, a special door had been erected that only a very special key could unlock. If one of darkness tried to force their way through the door, they would find themselves in an illusion of Camelot and nothing more, forever forced to wander a ghostly realm for the rest of their days.
This, of course, was before the sidhe betrayed us.
Piper didn't really listen to the rest of the history-slash-fairy tale. She stared out over the water and just tried to catch her breath while she still could.
He bent down and carefully sat by the lakeshore. Compared to the stuffy, confined airs of the castle, TK welcomed the change of scenery. While he could not deny the safety that the stone walls offered him, it did not change the fact that it had fallen to corruption and could not hold out the darkness forever. It had been naïve of him to even pretend it could. He sat with crossed legs that he hugged close to his chest.
At first he simply stared at the center of the lake, wondering if anything was buried beneath its mysterious waters, much like how his own sacred weapon had been. But then he spotted orbs of light flitting across the surface, and TK realized he was staring at water sprites. They giggled, their forms barely distinguishable in the ball of light as they circled around the knight.
Do you want to hear a story? They whispered lovingly in his ears, and before he could even move his lips they jumped into a tale.
Once upon a time, there lived a Jester who danced and sang in the Great King’s court. For many years the Jester enjoyed twirling and jumping around for the King’s pleasure, but one day found he could no longer find joy in his songs and tunes. The Jester continued to laugh and strum his guitar with a painted smile on his lips until one day the Princess approached the Jester with a worried frown.
To the kind Princess, he could not lie, and so he confessed he no longer found joy in verses, and with a nod the Princess gave him a saddle and a horse. She gestured toward the horizon. “Follow the sun to the land of giants, and I am sure you will find the happiness you seek.”
With a smile and a nod, the Jester set out on his journey. He paused through dark forest and up winding mountains. He sailed across the crystal clear seas and traversed deserts, but could not find the rumored land of giants.
So he continued to travel, passing by every breath-taking scenery without batting an eye. He ran and ran, never finding his sought after happiness when it was passing before his very eyes with each passing second.
He closed his eyes and hummed thoughtfully. It was a simple, dull story, but it still made him pause and think for a while.
There was something calming about water. Perhaps it was the healing and calm properties of it that constantly drew Wilson to it. He walked through the woods with hands over his ears as if he could still hear the promises and oaths echoing behind him. The knight continued to walk until the trees cleared to reveal a large lake. As he pulled his hands away, he could hear the water ebb back and forth. It was a soothing rhythm that compelled him to sit by the sand and watch the waves flow in and out. It was a constant pattern and he silently wished for life to follow a predictable, comfortable format that he could follow. He didn’t know what was happening and what was going to happen, and he wished someone would just let him know.
Wilson sat with his legs sprawled out on the shore, his hands digging into the sand behind him. Near the water’s surface he could spot glowing sprites dancing around each other before flying toward him and flitting in front of his face. He leaned his head back as they asked if he wanted to listen to a story, but did not wait to jump right into their tale.
Once upon a time, there lived an Evil Queen with a lantern that glowed with a blue, eternal flame. Even in the darkest of nights and the strongest of winds, the lantern’s light would never flicker out. The lantern was a gift from the Evil Witch that lived in a modest hut nestled deep in the kingdom’s darkest forest. The Witch and Queen were acquaintances from long ago, but were now enemies.
The Queen cast a curse over her kingdom, falling into darkness. With her immortality, she let the night rule the land for years and years, until one day a knight dared to venture into the forbidden forest. He crawled through vines and branches until he finally chanced upon the Witch’s house.
He knocked on her door and implored the Witch for salvation. He asked and begged for days, until he gave up and returned to his kingdom.
But as he stepped out of the woods, he realized the sun was shining.
Wilson tilted his head to the side before bringing his legs up to his chest and placing his chin on his knees.
"Camilla?! Camilla?!" Shayne called out as he was searching for the cheerful girl. However, there was a sound or a beep from anyone. "Where have she gotten off to?" The redheaded boy asked himself as he realized the beautiful nature around him and free from the monstrous shadows. As Shayne come across a beautiful crystal lake. "Wow! This is so lovely!" He said in awe as he found the lake. Small sprites floating above the lake as they were playing and dancing around on top of the water. As Shayne just stare at those sprites playing above the water, one of them noticed him and flew towards him. "Hey! Look! Listen to a story that I love to tell." The Sprite yelped out in a small cute voice as she flew towards him. "Huh?" Shayne mumbled a bit as a baffled expression washed over his face. "Didn't I tell to listen to a story that I love to tell!" the Sprite fussed a bit before she began with the story.
Once upon a time there was a Chicken named Chiko. She owned a magical staff. One day, an evil dragon stole her magical staff and caused lighting storms all across the countryside. Scare and frighten, Chiko didn't know what to do. However, she knew what going to happen if she didn't get the magical staff back. So, she confront the evil dragon to give her magical staff back, The evil dragon was so furious that Chiko was standing up to her. The evil dragon tried to stroke her with lighting. Frighten as she be; Chiko didn't back down one bit. Which frighten the Evil Dragon so badly that she gave the magical staff back to Chiko.
"So? Did you understand the moral of the story?" The sprite said in a playful voice. "I believe so." Shayne replied with a baffled expression still on his face. "You are a dim lamp, huh? No worries! The Moral is this! If you stand up to anything, you probably be surprised by the outcome!" The sprite said playful as she flew off.
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My character's name:Shayne McRotten Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Shayne's look's green eyes, shaggy gingery hair which is in a pony tail, and pale skin. Rank of character Knight (1dcool
Pokerus sighed as she stepped into the water, letting it soothe both her mind and her body from the aches and pains. When was the last time she had been able to relax? She couldn't remember.
Leaving her armor to dry in the sun, she dover under the water, washing her long hair clean of blood and debris, before rising up with a small splash. It was then she noticed the glowing orbs of light dancing on the surface, childish laugher emanating from each one.
"Sprites" She exclaimed in surprise, and holding out her hand, one of them sat within her palm.
"Would you like to hear a story?" It asked, before it began.
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My character's name: Pokerus Character's journal link: Here! BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A girl with with shirt under a brown vest, brown gloves, dark leggings and a pair of boots. Has long brown hair and brown eyes Rank of character knight.
There was one a Noble steed who belonged to a beautiful princess, one who cherished her very much, always making sure she was well fed and cared for. The princes was so happy with the horse, she gave it two pieces of gold every day.
she would ride the noble steed through the woods and the fields, laughing happily and without a care in the world.
Then one day, the princess fell ill with dysentery. It was a horrible illness, and everyone believed she would not survive. But the horse wouldn't give up so easily. It took all the pieces of gold the princess had given her and galloped away, looking for a cure for her friend. She rode many days and knights non stop until she found a old wizard, who made the steed a potion with the gold.
Joyfully, she galloped back to the princess, and once giving her the potion was cured of dysentery, and they lived happily ever after. "
"Hmmm, thats a rather nice story." Pokerus said, nodding as the sprite laughed and looped around her head, giggling along with the others.
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My character's name: Pokerus Character's journal link: Here! BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A girl with with shirt under a brown vest, brown gloves, dark leggings and a pair of boots. Has long brown hair and brown eyes Rank of character knight.
... this isn't going to be a different interpretation of animal husbandry is it?))
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2015 6:21 am
Peace and calm was what Joy needed. Her nerves were shot and her heart ached in misery. She felt so lost and inconsolable up until she all but wandered into the waters. She managed to step back before an absent-minded foot broke the surface and fell ungracefully on her rump with a clatter of armor.
The sprites found her tumble amusing and flit up to her, "Would you like to hear a story? It begins and ends in a riddle."
Joy doesn't get a chance to refuse or agree as the words wash over her.
Once upon a time there was a Goat who owned a chicken farm. If you ask how a goat can own a chicken farm you might as well ask how the wind can kiss the rain on a summer's day. Now where was I? Oh yes! Goat owning chickens.
See, the real question you should be asking is did the Goat have a neighbor? Because he did. A rather evil witch in fact. Though some might say she wasn't so much as evil and more cranky, ill-tempered, and in possession of the manners of a rotting fish. She didn't like the Goat or his chickens. Something about how his foul fowls were fouling up her flowers.
The Goat, determined to prove his chickens' innocence, stayed up all night to keep watch of the witch's flowers. Also to remind himself he shouldn't try to eat said flowers because their relationship was strained enough as it is. He is a Goat after all. When the moon was at its peak, he heard it.
The clucking of a chicken! But it turned out to be not a chicken. It was in fact a cockatrice! He hid back in his home until morning when he told the witch what he'd seen though he didn't for one moment expect she'd believe him.
The witch surprised him because she looked grim -er more grim than usual at his tale. "So my old enemy has returned has he? Never could admit that my dahlias were better than his daffodils. Alright, I can't do anything about him. He'd be able to sense my presence in a snap! So here, take this sacred weapon and cut off this c**k!"
Well the Goat did as asked and when he presented proof of his deed, the witch fell down in a fit of giggles. And do you know why?????
Joy shook her head, brown eyes wide in curiosity.
The sprite somersaulted back in laughter as it answered and together they filled the air with giggles.
Having to give up Camelot make her sick, that was the third - second time running away from where she lived. Her heart felt heavy and bitter but she could do nothing with it. Getting off the white horse before it dropped her down, she looked at the forest. It was so peaceful, like a holy place forbidden to be disturbed.
The glitters of the lake shone and caught her attention, as if it was beckoning, she couldn't help herself to walk towards it. Like a smooth big mirror, it was peaceful to look at. The reflection of the tree on it, the creatures around it - wait - creatures? She followed the small lights floating over the lake, they giggled and murmured, like some naughty pixies.
"Would you like to hear a story?" they begin, "it begins and ends in a riddle".
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Once upon a time there was a: 4. Evil Queen The __ owned some : 10. gold
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My character's name: Dong Shu Lei, Shu for short (Black) Character's journal link: Pat the raven BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Petite and light, she's just like a baby raven. The female knight apprentice wore a set of light dark armor had a body better than the hunter in another world, small but not flat bless. Abundance of raven hair was tied up and adorned with a small raven skull pin, she was nicknamed the "Child of Raven". Cheerful, friendly but serious in her battle, Shu's choice of weapon is a pair of chakram that matches with her swiftness and agility.
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