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PostPosted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 2:34 pm


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PostPosted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 2:36 pm


Red, Blue, and Green have both been forced to survive in these ruins for well over a year. Their struggle has not been easy and they have had to learn to adapt to each new situation with little to no help. In order to convince one of these three children to come with you, you must fulfill part A and part B!

Part A
The following questions must be addressed.

Who were you? Do you remember your life before the fall of the city? Who are you now? How have you managed to survive and what plans do you have for your future?


Part B
You must select one of the following prompts

* You are scavenging in the ruins when you hear something. A small cry behind some rocks. What do you do? Do you investigate it? If you do, what do you find and what are your thoughts about it?

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* You've got some enemies, and they aren't the sort you can handle on your own. What have you done to be placed in the position your in? You need to escape the ruins of the city, but how?

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PostPosted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 2:46 pm


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PostPosted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 12:43 pm


Username: Minyaagar
Drow Choice: Blue
Drow Name: Vierkacha Zau'ana
Vier-blade kacha-beauty Zau-children of ana-the night
Prompt Choice: First


Part A: I was a stupid weak child. Soft and whining about everyday things. I had no idea that I had it easy. That my life would become much worse. I argued about going to bed in that soft feather mattress, I argued about eating food that I didn't like, I even argued about the clothes they made me wear. In short I was a spoiled ingrate. I hate who I was. I hope I never go back to that.

I recall my life before the fall, it was heaven though I didn't know it. Sure so I may have been punished and sent to bed without a meal for not doing as I was told. Now when I look back on it, I regret I took advantage of what I had and didn't try to do better with my life. It seems like a lifetime ago. I wish I could go back and change how I acted. Then perhaps I might not have been abandoned so easily. If only there was a way to change that.

I am strong, and smart. I hide my complaints and tighten my belt when I have to go without food. I have taken life, I have made blood flow. I have gone without sleep for days on end. I have slept in garbag heaps and on the ground. I eat whatever I can find, even if there is mold on it or if it's gotten a bit rotten. When you live on the streets you eat what you can get. You don't complain or piss and moan about your fate. You are in charge of your life and if you aren't careful you can lose it.
I am hopeful that from what I have gone through I will become a strong and street wise drow.

I have survived the streets by letting go of that soft side of myself and embracing the darker more wild side of my nature. It didn't take long, but it was a struggle. WIth tooth and nail I rose from being a soft aristocratic child to a wild street urchin. I have killed, maimed, and bled those who tried to take frome me. I have endured hardship and setback day after day in order to survive. I will do whatever it takes to stay alive on these unmerciless streets.

I have yet to plan for the future, as of now I take it day by day. One never knows what the future might bring I just hope I live long enough to see it. My future will be whatever the Goddess decides. If she sees me to living long enough to reach puberty and then adulthood then I shall dedicate my life to serving her in whatever way I can.
If I die before then, then so be it. I will live and die a street urchin. It is as the Goddess wills.


Part B:
Vier shifted through another pile of rubble trying to locate anything that would be considered sellable. She had already gone one day without any food and her body was starting to complain rather loudly. She needed to find something to sell in order to get some food. Living in the destructed city of Ched Nasad was hard enough as an adult, as a child it was even more so. Often one had to fight over scraps of meat at the back of an abandoned restaurant. So far, Vier had been able to survive, though she was now a skeleton of what she used to be.

She did rather like how her prominent cheekbones looked though, she thought the sallow gauntness made her look much older than her ten years. Still..with not much more than some old half rotted meat that she had somehow managed to scarf down the day before last her body was in much need of something. She paused when she saw a glint of steel beneath several stones below her right foot.

Vier held back a cry of triumph, knowing that the other scavengers would hear and come to see what she had found and take it from her. She had learned that silence was her friend rather quickly when it came to scavenging. She bent down and hefted and shoved the rocks aside and was a bit surprised to find a perfectly formed blade unbroken and unmarred. She grabbed it up and looked it over quickly. There was a few scratches now that she could see it closely. A small blue gem gleamed on the handle and the glyphs on the blade itself indicated that it would probably sell for a good price.

Vier was about to go and find someone to sell it to when she heard a strange high pitched cry come from close by. Her head swung up and her eyes narrowed in concentration. The cry came again, and she relaxed a little. It definitely wasn't a large predator, but she still wanted to find out what it was. She carefully made her way over the rocks until the cries became louder.

"Okay," She said planting her hands on her hips as she surveyed the empty rocks around her. "Where did it come from?" Her lips pursed she glanced around, her eyes trying to be a bit more skeptical of the rocks. And then she saw it. There was a grayish green rock that had a small opening in it. She frowned and walked over to have a closer look.

A small claw emerged from the hole to claw at the outside of the shell. "Oh my gods! It's a dragon egg!" She exclaimed in shock as she watched the small dragon work it's way out of the shell determindly.

A rather small brilliantly green scaled creature emerged about fifteen minutes later and peered up at her with bright crystal blue eyes and then shrieked at her. Vier frowned, what did it want of her? Surely it didn't think she was it's mother! She giggled at the thought and then reality hit her. It probably did think she was it's mother since she had been there when it came out.

She considered her options. She could either leave it to fend on it's own or until someone else found it. Or she could raise it as her own. It would probably end up growing to be really huge with her luck and then she'd have to feed it a lot. Though if she did have a dragon of her own, it could protect her and keep her company. And if she were lucky it might be one of those dragons that could sniff out jewels. Then she'd have a way of making enough money to get out of this miserable place.

She heard a cry come from the dragon and she looked down to find to her surprise that the dragon had managed to snatch up a rat and was now shredding it to bits as it ate it.

"Well, that's most fortunate. I have lots more rats that you can live off." She commented with a small smile. She watched as it finished off the rat, and then cleaned it's face carefully by scraping the blood off on a rock. Once it was clean, she reached down and picked up the dragon baby and put it inside of her worn tunic so it would keep warm.
"I think we will be great friends." She said happily. "I just need to figure out a name for you." She mused as she made her way back over the stones to where she could get out of the ruined old House.

Suddenly she felt a small n** and a strange cry came out of the dragon's mouth. Vier frowned and looked down at the dragon to scold it and her eyes fell on a small hollow between the rocks she was standing on. Her breath caught and her eyes grew wide. There was a ruby the size of her fist sitting snugly in the hollow in between her legs. "Holy Hell!" She breathed and glanced at the small dragon, and was stunned to see it's eyes had gone red. "I can't believe my luck." She whispered. "You're a real Gem, and I think that's a fitting name" She reached in and pet the dragon between the eyes and was surprised that it elicited a small purr from the dragon.

Then Vier extracted the ruby, shoved it into one of her pouches and made off from the ruins much richer than she had arrived.

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PostPosted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 8:28 pm


Username: Alamoraine
Drow Choice: Green
Drow Name: Maluit Zaurret (Meaning: secret word)(House name: Children of the Void)
Prompt Choice: * You've got some enemies, and they aren't the sort you can handle on your own. What have you done to be placed in the position your in? You need to escape the ruins of the city, but how?


Part A: Who I was is of little consequence, but since you seem SO interested, I was a son of a house on the forty-second level of Ched Nasad, called House Zaurret. You probably wouldn't think that a mere child like me would remember my house name, let alone what level of Ched Nasad it was on, but I know, and I remember. Many people have failed to look past my age, and THOSE are the ones that end up in the abyss as sustenance for the vermin. Just thought you ought to know.
Being a male I was of no consequence to my house, and little more than a slave who happened to share the same name as my mother and all of my sisters. I was never a strong male to begin with, and so my 'superiors' thought to place me in the library, dusting and replacing tomes and just staying out of the way in general. Not the smartest thing in the world to do; what else did they expect a young boy to do in a LIBRARY? Whenever I could shirk the insanely boring task of dusting and putting books back, I would find a dark corner and read, straining my eyes until I learned to use their meager greenish glow to light up the pages. In just a few short years, I had gathered enough knowledge to become the greatest mage in the whole of the Underdark, I was certain. If only I was a few.....hundred years older, and had the body to match. How much power do you think someone as small as me could wield? Back then I believed that brains could only take you so far.

All that changed when the dwarves came. The only thing that went up in smoke faster than my house was the library. All of the books that for all of my short life I had worked to learn and memorize, gone. It was at that moment, when I hunched in the debris of my house and tried not to breathe too deep the scorched remains of my family, that I realized what had happened. Everything that I thought had been more important than what I had achieved was gone. Everything was gone, and I alone was left. I had read countless stories of survivors of attacks and disasters; now that the population was thin, EVERYONE mattered, male or female, noble or commoner. And now that it was happening, I was certain there weren't many others with a brain as large as mine; I could finally do something with it.

I only used enough time to ensure that I was indeed the only survivor in my wrecked home before I set out. When someone is as small as I am, the best thing to do is to gather stronger, less educated people around you to do what you cannot. It was very dangerous, but I managed to befriend another boy, much older than me but lost and confused, and I made a deal with him; I would help him survive and gain the upper hand against anyone in this burning shell of a city, and in return he would make sure I, as his idea-giver, would be kept out of harm's way. I told him how to find food, clean water, and how to bully others away from his findings. I told him how to look for weaknesses in others, and not to be shy about dealing further damage to pre-existing injuries. Before long, other orphans began to see how well the boy thrived, and asked humbly to be a part of his exploits. At my prompting, he agreed, and so our ranks began to grow. Including me there were six, and for months we were the ones whispered about in corners of abandoned houses, admired from the precarious perches of calcified webbing. When even more drow emerged from the squalor and clasped their hungry eyes on us, I gathered the others together and suggested a proposition. I was still happy to give ideas and help keep the rabble prosperous, but from that moment on, the five of them would pronounce themselves the leaders, and thus being able to select a second-in-command, establish a chain and leaving me to vanish into the shadows from whence I came, at least in appearance.

Thus it has been up to today. We are larger now, numbering anywhere from fifty to a hundred drow of various ages and ranks.They prowl the city at night; scavenging and looting, taking all that they can and killing anyone unfortunate enough to get in their way, whether it is a maniacal female still living in the remains of her house and declaring herself supreme matron, or a luckless traveler just happening upon the city with a full pack. The original five are seldom seen anymore, now having dozens of seconds, who in turn have seconds, and so on until it seems as though the chain of command can never be guessed at. Only those five know of the true hub of this ever-strengthening wheel; a little child in too-big clothes (curse how quickly clothes my size can burn), nursing a too-large brain. I have no intention of rebuilding my house; I like being the last Child of the Void. In time the city will be rebuilt, and when it does, we shall be at its heart, growing stronger and stronger, and I shall be at the very center, the city's biggest secret.

Part B: At least, that had been my original plan. Best laid plans, what can I say? I should have known it was only a matter of time before some other enterprising soul guessed the true mastermind behind the infamous Zaurret Gang (come on; it isn't as though YOU'VE never changed your mind on something!) and sought to drive a dagger into its beating heart, which happened to be me. I don't have any delusions regarding hesitation in doing away with a child; drow don't have that kind of mercy in them, any more than I, being a child, would be more interested in toys and candy than murder and manipulation. Sadly, the five below me are delusioned into thinking that this single person is no threat, when I am the only one who knows better.

I figured that the Zaurret Gang would draw attention to itself even beyond the ruins of Ched Nasad, but even I had not considered the form of interest that had come knocking at the outskirts of my mind. For this threatening person was NOT a drow, as my less-intelligent captains had concluded, but an illithid, a mind-flayer. I had read about them back when my knowledge lay outside of my brain, and I understood right away that it would have no trouble plowing through my chains of command as though they were spider-webbing and seeing that at the center was none other than a small, albeit brilliant child. I didn't want to tell the others, of course; what drow could stand up against a mind-flayer? Even every single member against one would be an unfair fight, and not for the illithid. It had chosen a spot just a few levels above us, where it was content to watch, wait, and probe my mind the way a shopper in the old days might probe a ripe fruit, testing for any mushy spots.

Of course there were times when it would cease, possibly to rest or more likely, commune with others of its kind on its finding here in the city of ruin. I knew from the written testimonies of illithid attacks that they liked to do so in groups, supposedly to ensure victory no matter what their prey has for a defence. So every time the creature ceased its probing, I made note of the time, comparing it for the following few days until I realized that its daily resting was at the same time each day, to me proof positive that it was routinely checking in with a larger group that was likely drawing ever closer to the city. I could not remain here and have my brain be devoured by such vile creatures; I had to leave the city. When the probing had ceased for the last time, I decided it was time to act.

Luckily for me, I had anticipated the possible need for escape long ago, which was why I had chosen my particular room in this, our base of operations; the remains of a lavish noble house that had withstood the ravagings of the dwarves more than many others. I was currently residing in the room of a former matron, and I knew that every matron mother worth the blood it took to birth her (do remember, I read quite a bit) had at least three secret means of escape from her own bedroom. Two I had found buried in rubble, but the third was seviceable; a small vent hidden behind a charred dresser. Perhaps this house had been in the habit of rearing matrons very young. In any case, I had little trouble moving the dresser, unworried about the black marks it left on the floor. I always had simple needs, and by the time my captians would think to check on me, I would be long gone.

An undignified crawl through the spider and rat-infested walls and I was outside in an alleyway, brushing the dust from my clothes and smiling at the general sorry state they were in. No one would suspect that I was anything more than a simple street urchin, and nobody would think to stop such a person from leaving the city and braving the Wilds. Again, drow didn't have such feelings about their own kind. It was actually quite enjoyable using my puny muscles to their fullest extent until I had found an exit from the city, even more so hiding from the bunglers that haunted the gates like ghosts, waiting to pounce on any travelers looking to stop for the night or something more mischevious. I did not even care to look behind me as I vanished into the Wilds; I would doubtless be picked up by some well-meaning caravan, taken in by my size and age, and in time would either find themselves relieved of their lives and goods, or just going about as usual, harboring a young genius who cared to lay low and bide his time. After all, I'm just a child; I have all the time in the world.
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