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 Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 3:55 pm
Hi guys! It's Nils, your favorite bard around here! <3 (... Right? Dx)A-anyways, I'll be running the fanfiction contest! =D And we have our winners! 8D  Fourth goes to... Spiraling_into_oblivion! Third goes to... Cortesa! Second goes to... Phith Leico! First goes to... Ganon Firenight! The prizes are as follows: First- 5000 gold Second- 3500 gold Third- 2500 gold Fourth- 1000 gold Congratulations to all of the participants and thank you all who voted! Scroll down to read the entries below! <3
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 3:18 pm
ENTRY 1: Ganon Firenight Ganon Firenight Ganon The Bard and the Story of Oestre's Bunny
An large, covered ox-drawn wagon rumbled quietly down a dirt highway by night. The soft, soothing crunch of tiny stones beneath the steel-rimmed wheels and the thumpf of hooves on packed dirt attempted an inconsistent and altogether unprofessional accompaniment to the soft music drifting through the air. The sole occupant of the wagon sighed and paused as an unexpected bump unfortunately caused his claw to catch on the D string of his guitar, snapping it. In the illuminating moonlight, silvery dark gleamed off bright emerald scales.
Gently, Ganon reached down with one of his claws, picked up the reins, and pulled on them until the ox came to a halt. The reptilian man hopped down off his cart and slipped around to stroke the great beast's nose. It responded with the dopey look of lovable morons of all species, and Ganon had to laugh softly before he slipped around through the dark, following the length of his wagon, whereupon he lit a lantern.
The flickering light illuminated a miniature warehouse of musical instruments, sheet music, and books. Boxes of guitar strings rested on an assortment of drums tethered to one wall, ranging from the size of one's hand with outstretched fingers to a jhimbe in the corner. The clutter was cleared away around the center, where a sturdy nine-by-four-foot cot rested in the middle of it all, clearly designed to accommodate its most regular occupant's proportions. Some preserved food supplies occupied a bag near the foot of the cot, but in comparison to the collection of drums, the violin, the mandolin, the stray sheet music, and the accompanying essentials ranged haphazardly around the wagon, it seemed like an afterthought. The whole wagon smelled overwhelmingly of wood polish.
The flickering light also properly illuminated Ganon, an eight-foot creature of a reptilian persuasion. His entire body was covered in bright green scales, with some thin bands of white visible on his tail. His head tapered to a long, pointed snout much like a snake's, with a long and flexible jaw that exposed rows of sharp, hooked teeth whenever he opened it, along with a thin, dexterous forked tongue. From just between his eyes and to the point where his neck met his shoulders, a narrow mane of crimson hair drew back into a natural, slightly limp mohawk. Over his left eye, he wore a plain black eye-patch. A loose black shirt failed to hide a sense of lean muscle and flexibility in the reptile. His fingers were each tipped with retractable claws, which he kept hidden away except when he was playing. Ganon wore similarly loose black pants, but they utterly failed to conceal the sense that here was a born predator. His legs were normal to the knees, where his pants ended, and then they turned back and stretched down to the ankle, which connected his legs to the wicked talons on which he stood. Behind him, a long tail slithered about in the moonlight, curling in on itself and stretching out.
With his guitar in one claw and his broken D string in the other, Ganon pulled himself into his wagon, sat down on his cot, and reached up into the box of D strings for a new one. Carefully, so carefully, he clamped it into place and laid the string out along the neck, then wound it up to tune it.
"Ah, there's my D, resting right here on my D, let's try and find the D," he sang quietly to himself, holding to that note as he tightened the screw to which the new string had been attached. He tested out the string and sang back. "D D D," he sang again, and once satisfied he snuffed the lantern before he climbed up to the front of the wagon. His ox began to slowly walk without being told, and Ganon smiled as he strummed and began to sing some of the lyrics to a children's song he had written.
"Oh, I wish I were the rider of a wyvern,
Wish I were flyin' in the blue!
Folks would shout and you would read about
The great things I would do!"
Ganon stopped playing and placed his claw over the strings to stop them vibrating. He listened in silence.
There was noise out beyond them. The crunch of his ox and wagon were not the only sounds, but footfalls all around. Someone didn't care for concealment. He could hear axes dragging along the ground, a grating, unpleasant song. Someone also apparently had no idea how to care for the tools of their trade.
Ganon reached down for the reins and gently pulled back until his ox came to a stop and shook itself all over, then grunted in the silvery darkness. "Yes, girl," Ganon murmured, setting down his guitar on the seat beside himself.
With a sigh and a little smile he stood, raising his claws above his head while out of the darkness, a dozen armed bandits surrounded his cart.
"Good evening, gentlemen," he called, using the term as loosely as possible. "Tell me, how can I assist you?" He hopped down off his cart, keeping his claws in the air, and found a crossbow pointed up at his neck by a somewhat stumpy little man.
"Ah," he said. "Now I see."
Vlad was a terrible jailer, Ganon reflected as he sat back in his cell. He didn't do ANY of the things a jailer was supposed to do. He kept the keys to the cells in a closed and locked box on a table, rather than properly accessible to any handily-wielded long sticks or trained dogs, and he was too stupid to be tricked into unlocking the cell. He wouldn't make a very good story when Ganon got out, nobody would find it believable. What a shame, because it would make such a good story for bars. Probably get him some free rounds.
He couldn't help feeling a little proud, too. It was suggested that in a week when the black market slave trade held its auction in Mirton, he'd probably fetch a hefty price from a lord who wanted something exotic, or one of those traveling men-ajeeries. He hummed quietly to himself, sitting back in the cell, and closed his eye while his claws tapped the floor rhythmically.
A bowl slid into the room, scattering some foul gruel on the floor. "Food," grunted Vlad, who smirked a snaggletoothed smirk at the snake. "Boss sez we got'sa keep yer fed if'n we's gonna sell y'off."
Ganon responded with his ever-present smile and pushed the gruel back with his tail. "No no," he replied, "You can have it. I had a big meal last week, so I'm good to go for a while yet."
The blank stare persisted until Ganon sighed and picked up the bowl, dipping his spoon into it with a look of distaste. "So, Vlad, right?" he called as the jailer stepped out of sight. Ganon could hear a chair scrape on the floor.
"Yeh?"
"What, ah... what gets a strapping young lad like yourself into the bandit...ry business, anyway?"
This seemed to take a while for Vlad to comprehend, but at last came the answer. "Weeerrrrll..." He grunted softly and several more minutes of uncertain silence followed while Ganon twiddled his thumbs. "'S not much choice, I 'ad. Was nae a 'prentice, an' too... uh..."
"Stupid?" Ganon supplied.
"Yeah, too stupid fer booklearnin'," Vlad replied sadly. Ganon could hear the cap clumsily unscrewed from a flask.
"Well, I'm glad you found something you're good at, anyway. I'm sure you must be a hit with the ladies," Ganon replied, settling awkwardly on a too-short wooden bunk. It creaked ominously and the aged wooden supports strained under the muscular reptile's weight. "You know, ladies love a, er... buff guy with an... axe."
Vlad sighed and Ganon could hear him taking a long swig off his flask. "Yeh, ye'd think tha', but yeh know what I can' hardly hold down a ree-lay-shun-ship for more'n a week!"
Ganon sat up sharply, causing the whole bunk to collapse and dump Ganon unceremoniously on the floor. Without missing a beat, he stood and brushed himself off. "No, come on, now! Nice guy like you?" He moved to the bars, peering out at the the extremely unattractive guard. Well, at least he'd gotten that part right. Guards were supposed to be ugly enough that you could make jokes about it. Ganon could have done a whole stand-up act about Vlad and wouldn't even have to mention his face.
"I know," Vlad moaned, lifting his flask and shaking it disconsolately, "I know, bu's true. Ain' had a wimmens stay wif me for more than a day or two before she finks we's goin' too fast an' wants ta see other people."
Ganon nodded sagely. "And that always means the same thing. Listen, Vlad... when you go to meet women, what do you do? Do you try to treat her nice?"
"Oh yeah! Yeah, yeah! I brings 'er flowers and jewelry whats I get off the rich arister-, uh, arsti-- them rich folks what comes down the road. But it's like nothin' I do's gonna please 'er!"
Ganon frowned, leaning back against the wall. He scratched his chin thoughtfully with a claw, narrowing his eye. "Hm. Well, lemme see... Vlad, I think your problem may be that any woman who is interested in a bandit is, well... interested in a bandit!"
Vlad seemed to consider this for a long moment. "Well... well, yeah. I mean, yeh jus' repeated yerself, 'ey wot?"
Ganon held up a claw. "Yeah yeah yeah, hear me out. The issue is that you don't act like a bandit when you're with her. She wants you to be gruff and distant and lewd! It's what she -expects- of you. You might not get the friendly reactions you've been getting from them, but I bet you they'll stick around longer."
Vlad was at the bars in an instant, leaning against them and holding them tight with both fists. "Yeh... d'yeh really think so? So- so how d'you think... yeh gotta help me, come on..."
"Well," murmured the snake, jutting out his jaw. "I don't know..." He looked into the sweaty, soggy face of his jailer and smiled. "Alright. Okay. Give them flowers... indiscriminately. Make sure the roots and dirt are still attached. Uh... some blood on the jewelry would add to the effect, don't wash it." He lashed his tail thoughtfully. "Ah... oh, and fart, belch, make lewd comments, pick your nose or perhaps other orifices in public... really act like you don't care who's watching, man. Any girl who is seriously interested in a bandit like you is just gonna eat that up."
Vlad stared at Ganon incredulously, but the sound of boots hitting stone outside the cells interrupted them. Ganon sat down, looking out the tiny window, up at the stars. He stretched out for a moment, then curled up on the stone floor and wrapped his tail around himself to sleep.
The next afternoon, a pillow and blanket joined his daily bowl of gruel, along with some bacon. The carnivore happily accepted the meat and poured the gruel out the window for any hungry (and desperate) animals passing by.
The day jailer spent most of his time asleep, and was less inclined to conversation than Vlad. Bored, Ganon lay on the floor staring at the ceiling and considering the potential harmonics of a seven-string instrument.
Vlad returned in the evening, looking slightly less well-kempt than usual, which says something. Ganon raised a brow. "Busy day, Vlad?"
Ganon got a wide grin for that one. "Yeh be' yer a**! 'Ad me a date wif a pretty li'l lass down in town, still gots all 'er own teef an' skin pretty like y'never did see!" Vlad was humming!
The reptilian bard had to laugh aloud. "That's wonderful, Vlad! And are we looking at a second date?"
"T'morrah! Earleh." Vlad grinned a snaggletoothed grin and flopped back in his chair. "Owe it to yeh, mate." He raised his flask to Ganon, then unscrewed the top and took a drink.
Ganon shrugged, shaking it off. "Come on, now, it was my pleasure, Vlad. I'm happy to hear of your success." He coughed and leaned back against the wall. "I, uh... don't suppose you'd care to thank me with some keys left conveniently near the bars?"
Vlad's forehead creased (about six times more than a man's forehead ought to) in though, and then he shook his head. "'Fraid not, sah. If'n I did tha', yeh might get out, 'ey wot?"
Ganon blinked, then sighed and crossed his arms, muttering, "Oh aye, we wouldn't want that happening."
The door was kicked in as the drunken troupe of bandits stumbled in. "Oy!" called one, as Ganon stumbled back to the wall, pressing him back. Were they here so early for him? Damnit! He was supposed to escape by now! They were flopping down around the room as Ganon blinked, stepping forward. Vlad had opened up his flask again and was paying little attention to anything else.
"Can I help you, my good--... er, gentlemen?" he decided. "You seem..." He paused as the gears in his head began to grind. "You seem like you could use a story," he said, a slow grin spreading on his face.
"Oy wot?" murmured the bandit leader, followed by a belch. He peered through bleary eyes at the prisoner and then sat up. "'Ere, what d'you mean?"
Ganon pressed a claw to his chest, stepping forward smoothly. "Only, sir, that I am a bard, and offer you my services, ah... forthwith."
"Forthwith, eh...?" The leader rubbed his chin thoughtfully, or what passed for thoughtfully. "Oi, soun's a'right." This man looked rather smarter than Vlad, and was therefore infinitely easier to trick! Finally, they were getting somewhere.
"Of course," said the snake, "I'll need my violin, and room to play it." The leader, Jinka, had to agree that this was without a doubt the case. Moments later, Ganon was standing on the table and being handed his violin and bow by one of the younger bandits, who had just been sent down to storage.
Ganon plucked the strings and quickly tuned up, then plucked them again. "Ah, then we are all ready. Now, my... friends, I shall impart to you the tale of Oestre's Bunny."
Ganon pulled the bow across the strings and began to play as he told the story:
"It was the day of the Goddess Oestre, and all the creatures of the world sought gifts for her.
The bunny was hopping through the woods on this day when it came up on a fresh egg.
'Aha,' thought the bunny, 'This would surely be a wonderful gift!'
However, the egg was very plain, and the bunny did not wish to give it to the goddess as it was.
So, the bunny sat with his egg and he painted it with all the colors of the earth and sky!
When the time came for the creatures of the world to present their gifts, the goddess took the egg and lifted it up.
She said, 'All of you, look at this gift.
Selflessly, this bunny has given me a fresh egg, and has painted it in all the colors of the earth and sky to please me.
Truly, this is a wonderful gift! From now on, this day shall be known as Ostara, and this bunny known as Oestre's Bunny!'
There was much celebration, and since that day we have celebrated Ostara with the painting of eggs in honor of Oestre's Bunny and his fabulous gift."
Vlad made some noise about the loo and dashed out of the room holding his stomach as the others quietly applauded and Ganon bowed.
"And now," said the bard, still playing, "If you would all just stand aside, I will be on my way. Places to be, you see." The number of axes that suddenly rose into the air visibly disheartened Ganon.
"Ah... and you seemed such nice bandits, too." He pulled the bow across the strings once more.
By the time Vlad returned from the outhouse, Ganon was gone. His ox was already pulling his cart away from the bandits' fort and headed for the road. The cell was packed with his comrades' mangled corpses. On the table lay a little note:
Vlad, I leave for you one last piece of advice: Get off the jailer track and go into business for yourself. Trust me on this one. Women love a self-reliant man.
Faithfully,
Ganon "Firenight" V'Chek
The bandit sat back in his chair, bewildered. "God," he said, "I wish I could read." He unscrewed his flask and took a long drink.
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 3:23 pm
ENTRY 2: Cortesa Cortesa It was a beautiful day. Tiny flowers poked out of the grass, dotting the field of green with white and yellow. The sun was shining brightly in a clear, bright blue sky. A gentle breeze rolled by, making the tops of the grass and flowers sway.
It was a perfect day. Alihi stood, watching her energetic, young daughter run around excitedly, looking for pastel colored eggs in the field. Time had passed since her days as a tactician, and she had finally began to settle down once more and spend time with her family, something she hadn’t been able to do previously.
It was an amazing day. But how long would it last? A sigh escaped her lips as she watched Amara search, determined to find a plastic egg for her basket. The days slip by endlessly, most of the time unnoticed.
And by the time we notice, they are already gone.
It was a remarkable day. But also not cherished. But once war begins and blood begins to be shed, then we begin to remember those days. She laid flat on her back, just staring up at the vast blue sky blankly. Once weapon meets weapon and the air fills with spells, shouts, and screams, we begin to long for those days of peace.
It was a relaxing day. Nothing was happening. No wars, no turmoil… nothing. But Alihi still couldn’t appreciate it. Somehow—
“Mommy?”
The tactician sat up, a few pieces of grass clinging to brunette hair. “Yes, Amara?”
Amara extended her hand out. In the palm of her hand was a pink, plastic egg. When she shook it, it rattled slightly. The child then grinned happily. “Here you go, mommy!” She handed the egg to Alihi.
Alihi blinked, surprised. “Sweetie… You should keep it! You found it.”
The child shook her head, red hair whapping against her face. “No. Mommy looked sad, so I wanted to cheer you up…”
Tears came to Alihi’s eyes and she pulled the child to her, holding her tightly in an embrace. “Oh, Amara…”
Days come and go without a notice, without a care. And sometimes, we can’t help it. We get so tangled up with our obligations that we forget to appreciate what we have. The tactician patted the child’s head.
… What a wonderful day.
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 3:24 pm
ENTRY 3: Spiraling_into_oblivion Spiraling_into_oblivion Easter Insanity-
Erk had never heard of this holiday. It was strange…a day called “Easter”. He had no clue what this foreign holiday was about. No matter how many books he looked through none of the answers made sense to him. Obviously the young mage didn’t like not knowing something so he decided to ask the one person in the whole world that he knew he could rely on. SAIN. He approached the womanizer carefully and asked him straight up.
“What is Easter?”
Sain looked at Erk before laughing softly. “You don’t know?!”
“If I did I wouldn’t be asking, now would I?” The mage replied with a glare at the knight.
“True. Alright so you want to know what Easter is?”
“Is that not what I asked you?”
“Okay I’ll tell, I’ll tell!” Sain flipped his bangs out of his face gracefully before telling the story. “You see Erk, Easter is the day when the great bunny rose from the dead. You see, the great bunny looked over a small town and was assumed to be dead after being killed by a hunter. But then on Easter day it rose back up from the dead and delivered eggs filled with candy and money to each and every person. AND that is what Easter is all about.”
Erk looked at him, astonished. “What a strange holiday…”
“It sure is but also very fulfilling,” Sain replied. “Anyway, I should go practice now. See you later!” With a wave of his hand, Sain walked away and left Erk standing there thinking about the holiday.
The next morning Erk awoke to find eggs all around his room. He got up from bed, dressing quickly and then went to find Lord Pent. Not soon after leaving his room did he find Pent with Eliwood and Lyn, talking in the hallway.
“Lord Pent!” Erk said with a smile on his face. “Look at what the great bunny left everyone!” He held out an egg that he had picked up from the floor. “Isn’t it wonderful?”
Pent, Eliwood, and Lyn simply looked at him strangely and then Pent opened his mouth to reply when Serra and Nino came rushing over to Erk.
“You got them from the great bunny too?!” Both girls chimed happily. “Aren’t they adorable?!”
“They are quite enchanting,” Erk replied. “The Great Bunny left plenty of them around here! Shall we go collect them all?”
Nino nodded happily. “Of course we should! Then we show them to everyone else!”
“Let’s go then!” Serra exclaimed, running off down the hall.
“Yeah!” Nino and Erk were right behind her.
Eliwood, Lyn, and Pent just stared after them for a second.
“Great Bunny…?” Lyn said, scratching her head.
“What in the world is wrong with your pupil today?” Eliwood asked Pent.
“I have no clue,” the sage replied. “He’s never like this.”
At this moment Sain walked over and leaned on the wall next to Lyn, listening to the conversation.
“Sain do you know what their talking about?” Lyn asked, noticing his presence.
“Nope,” the knight replied with a grin.
“By the by,” Eliwood turned to Sain as well. “We’ve decided since you set out all these eggs you must clean them up.”
Sain grinned. “No prob. Give those three an hour and I bet all the eggs will be found.”
“Works for me,” Eliwood said. “Lyn, Pent, come on let’s go now.” The three walked away, leaving Sain by himself.
The knight sighed and chuckled to himself. “Oh how I love Easter. The youth are SO gullible.”
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 4:20 pm
ENTRY 4: Phith Leico Phith Leico "Milord, where do you think my father went? He's been gone for a long time, and I'm starting to worry."
A hand reached out from under the blankets, patting the girl on the head. "Don't worry about it, Sue. Rath can handle himself. Now go back to sleep..."
"But sir, I-"
"Enough. Go now. Amelia's had a bit of a bad experience with some tentacles, and she needs some comforting."
"Oh, okay..." As the nomad girl stood up, she left the room, even more worried than before. How can I just sit here and wait? Father... When the door shut, Sue giggled at the sounds of the couple in the room.
"Lucky I had that blanket handy, huh, Amelia?"
"Well, yeah, Rhys. Someone walking in on this would just have been embarrassing!"
"My turn on top, my knight in pink armor. Lemme just bend over here real quick..." A grunting noise was heard, coupled with squeals and giggles. "There we go! Right hand red."
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Returning to her room, Sue flopped onto her bed, attempting to become comfortable. After a period of tossing and turning, she eventually drifted off to sleep. It was then that a cloaked figure leaped through the window, landing elegantly at the foot of the bed. With one swift motion, the figure removed its cape, tossing it gently on the dresser next to the bed. As the figure walked over to the sleeping girl, it pulled out a package: a small basket, filled with grass and with a small, plastic egg resting in the center. Before the girl had a chance to even stir, the figure had already left the room, and was walking down the hall.
Entering the next door in the hall, the figure gazed upon a small, green-haired girl, lost in her dreams. As the figure made its way to her side, she sprung up, tackling it to the ground.
"Easter Bunny~!" The girl squealed, hugging the figure. As quickly as she'd left the bed, she had turned on a light, gazing longingly upon the 'Easter Bunny.' The figure wore a large jacket, black baggy pants, and white shoes, with a familiar bow on its back. On the face, however, was a plastic bunny mask, with holes at the eyes. "Rath said that the Easter Bunny would come! I knew he was right!"
As the girl clung to the man's neck, hanging like a necklace, she began to sniff him, making gagging sounds. "Ew! Mr. Easter Bunny, you smell like grass and dirt. Did you live with the carrots?"
"..." A silence filled the room, Nino's anticipation for an answer, the Bunny's state of being totally dumbfounded. "No, I don't live with carrots, little girl. I came from outside. Where there are trees and animals." As the man motioned to the bed, he pulled out another basket from his coat. "...Just take this, and go back to bed."
As the man walked towards the door, the girl let go, landing on the ground, and scampered back to bed. "But Mr. Easter Bunny! You forgot about my friend!"
"...who?" The man had a clearly irritated tone, trying his hardest to hide it from the girl.
"My friend Rath! He's off on a trip, and I want a present for him when he comes back." Nino looked at the man, using her little-girl-puppy-dog-eyes to try and get her way.
...Awww, that's sweet of her... The man dug into his coat, pulling out a second basket, and placing it next to the first. "..There you go." This time, the man finally made it out the door, smiling at the girl's soft cry of "Thank you!"
The rest of the rooms were uneventful, filled with slumbering people, unaware of the temporary visitor. As the man reached the last door, he quietly opened it, breathing a sigh of relief. Whew. Last one.
As the man walked over to the table, he pulled out the last three baskets, laying them gently on the table. But, an infant's cry pierced the silence, making the man jump. Quickly, a slender, black-haired woman rushed from a door, crossing the room into the next. In an instant, the woman came back into the main room, cradling a small girl in her arms. When the woman actually saw the dark figure, a surprised look crossed her eyes as she held her baby close to her heart.
"H-honey...? We've got... um... a visitor." The woman's voice shook, baffled at the man's existence in her home. "Get in here NOW!"
"...what?" You guys know me, it's... oh, yeah, the mask. Taking a step back, the figure put distance between the woman, himself, and now the hulking figure emerging from the same door the woman entered from.
"Alright, alright, babe! Geez, way to wake..." The large man looked at the dark figure, face concealed by the lack of light and the mask. "me... up..." The hulking man chuckled, turning his head to the woman. "Ayra, dear, we're gonna have rabbit for dinner!"
...why THEM? The Bunny's eyes widened as a pair of wings shot out from behind the man, followed by a jumping kick. "Oh, sh-"
"Falcon kick!" The winged figure shouted, sending the Easter Bunny out the window with a crash, followed by the tinkering of shattered glass.
As the holiday icon left the building, gravity began to come into effect, pulling him en route to the ground. This is gonna hur- Thump. The man landed, if not roughly, on a horse, painted to look like a rabbit. ...great timing.
Back in the room, the couple put the child back in her crib, and gazed out the window at the man's descent, grinning at his exit.
"...Tibarn, honey, was that who I think it was?"
"Mmmm... yep, Sure was."
"Then... why the bloody hell did you kick him out the window?!?"
"...uhm.... he was tresspassing?" The King of Hawks let out a slight chuckle, followed by a small yelp as Ayra's hand met his face.
"You could've killed the man!"
"But he's NOT dead. So it's all good."
"Ugh... Bed. Now."
As the man got himself situated on his horse, he dug around in the satchel on the saddle, pulling out a large, bulky arrow. Placing it gently in the bowstring, the man lit the small fuse, and launched it high into the sky.
"Heh." The man chuckled, turning the horse to go back into the forest as the arrow erupted in a booming explosion, fireworks filling the dawn sky. "Happy Easter, everyone." He pulled the mask off, revealing a kind face, with short green hair. "Good job, Rathy-kun."
I'm never doing this again...
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 4:22 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 9:16 pm
Okay, guys, so here's the deal.
I'm leaving for Sakura-Con sometime in the afternoon. I'm assuming sometime after 4. And I want to have the thread set up before then, because afterwords I'm going to get hit by the tidal wave known as school. D:
So, I'd love to have at least one more entry. And if I don't get it, then I'll delay the starting of the contest even more. D:
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 3:14 pm
Okay, so voting has begun! =D I apologize again for starting the voting so darn early, but I don't know how much time I'll get in the future... I know school's going to be all like, "HELLO, NILS -dumps piles and piles of stuff- =D" so I don't even know how active I'll be in the event after... well, today. D: So yeah, I'm sorry, and... hm. That's it.
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