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 Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 10:12 pm
∙•❁ Newbie Concept Contest ❁•∙❤ ...what dangerous things are rising
from this strange fog...❤ Chrystali and I bred our lovely ladies, Isala and Neve, and they had two girls and one boy. This doe's sister was taken by Chrys, and the boy taken by me, but that leaves this little miss... Done by the talented Morphy, she is bound to have a beautiful and mystical future~ The italic text under the totem is the description that came with her and her siblings. For this contest, write a poem or a concept based on it, and, if you have a Chosen in mind, the relationship between the Chosen and this here Guardian. Chrys and I will be looking for interesting concepts (I know that's very specific so try to work with me here) that relate loosely or completely on the short sentence connected to her birth. START: December 1, 2013
END: December 21, 2013
winners will be announced shortly afterward smile good luck!!
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Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2013 5:48 am
Question -- is this for complete newbies, or is there a number of Guardians or less that one should have to enter? Wondering cause I have one buck and one familiar. 3nodding
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Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2013 10:43 am
Nikkichomp Question -- is this for complete newbies, or is there a number of Guardians or less that one should have to enter? Wondering cause I have one buck and one familiar. 3nodding
Newbie totems should go to 0 guardian newbies. Familiars/Companions don't count towards that number.
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Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2013 4:29 pm
Amorpheous Nikkichomp Question -- is this for complete newbies, or is there a number of Guardians or less that one should have to enter? Wondering cause I have one buck and one familiar. 3nodding
Newbie totems should go to 0 guardian newbies. Familiars/Companions don't count towards that number.Thank you! heart
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Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2013 5:18 pm
GORGEOUS colors! Good luck, all!
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 11:11 am
Guardian Name: Ashan
Chosen Name: (optional)
Concept:
Grey fills the land blocking out color
Only letting wisps be sen through the smokey depths
Heart rates speeds up
Danger all around
An unseen threat
A cloying fear rises from the dense smoke
All run from it
But one doesn't run there are three small sounds that are the new life
A new life brought into this world surrounded by the smoke
What shall this danger change them?
What strange things will they become for it?
Three souls bound to the danger
Adventures to come and magic within
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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 1:35 am
Edit: Withdrawing my entry because I decided to change my character to a Hedge Witch.
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Posted: Fri Dec 13, 2013 6:13 am
Guardian Name: Oma ( Celtic Name ) Chosen Name: Rhun McCauley ( Celtic Name to match ) Concept: - The Tower -Rhun is a proud bowman, a man who wants to help in this fight to keep his home safe. Up until this point he's been a simple and humble hunter but as he bonds with Oma the two become a pair of scouts, of rouges who are known more for the swift hoof and keen eye. Favoring poor conditions and high places his tastes are quite dangerous, but so far he's never been horribly wounded, but that might change as a strange bad luck is settling down over him... Oma, a quiet and almost elderly soul is far wiser than Rhun, but allows him to make his own mistakes though she's always there to help him back up to his feet again. She is his ground when he would be too wild, the chain that holds him back when he is too risky. The two work together like a ship in port during rough seas, but anything happens when the waves overtake the break wall.
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 6:51 pm
Guardian Name: Rapture
Chosen Name: Theron Brinsley
Concept:
They were cause and effect: fire and ash, vapor and cloud.
Following each other, they circled their own shadows, a dance of mistrust and misdirection.
He chased her, in his dreams, into the fog where strange and stranger things lurked. And he was afraid of becoming that murky deepness and everything it held.
She ran, teasing, ducking in and out of shadows deep enough to be the space between stars.
And she came willingly to him only when he tossed in his sweat-ridden sleep, plagued by nightmares he did not understand. He chased her in his dreams even as she lay beside him.
Eventually, she knew, they would both grow tired of running. And so, she waited, light-footed in the treacherous fog, for him to come to her.
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Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2013 4:47 pm
Guardian Name: Noelani
Chosen Name: (Need to plot more for this)
Concept:
The mist lays still
no cloud astray
But deeper, darker
something makes way
Rising, rising
skyward bound
Silent, silent
not a sound
The woods are quiet
but hooves of one
Solitude found
but fleeting, undone
Whispers, whispers
within the mist
Calling, calling
they softly insist
Loud and clear now
the voices sound
Her mind becomes
a common ground
Pounding, pounding
beaten, broken
Gasping, grasping
a treasured token
...
Suddenly quiet
the mist is still
She thinks of home
beyond the hill
She lifts her head
and turns around
A peace of mind
again is found
Hidden, hidden
dangers dwell
Secrets, secrets
none can tell
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Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2013 8:14 pm
Guardian Name: Kiho
Chosen Name: Emrick D. Giles
Concept:
The cards were all laid out before him, The Journey, Two of Stones – A Challenge, The Pole Star, The Great Bear, The World Tree and Six of Arrows – Transition.
He stared at the old hedge witch, for many a moment, waiting for her to start speaking. Yet all she could do was stare at the cards in front of her, the rook besides her glaring almost painfully back. Then she muttered something, closing her eyes while entangling her fingers into her hair. It looked painful as she pulled, the rook flying above her, eyes aglow.
“You boy, you… You have special things to do. A sleepless night is ahead for you! Remember this! What dangerous things are rising from this strange fog! You must remember this! Chase you they will, attack you and enslave you they will! Break free and find the tree of life. Find it and you shall forever be changed. You will be strong… you…”
The old hedge witch paused and stared at him, eyes almost terrified. “GO!” Pushing him away from her, the hedge witch quickly stumbled away leaving him shocked and confused on his little hut’s floor. Her cards left behind almost like a warning.
It took him awhile to finally get to sleep, the message from the old hedge witch running its course through him. It wasn’t like his normal readings. Whatever happened, it wasn’t natural. It terrified Gildra and honestly, himself. Rolling onto his side, Emrick slowly faded a soft pumping of images touching the very tip of his mind.
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Beads of sweat dripped from his brow as he lay all but paralyzed. Had it not been the steady shake in his hands he would have feared he was dead.
It had all been a dream, a strangely vivid and cruel dream, but a dream none the less. At least, that is what he told himself as he attempted to steady his heart and mind as reality slowly set in. There was something oddly unfamiliar about the place he was currently resting. His body was cold and wet and the warm, friendly smell of burning herbs replaced by an almost sulfuric scent. This was no gypsy camp, no, he was in a quagmire!
Gasping, Emrick quickly jerked up to a seated position, staring first at his still shaking hands before looking outward. A thick, strange fog filling the environment around him making it all but impossible to see. A total sense of loss washed before him, he was in the forest of Wardwood. A place that easily could swallow him whole and never release him, yet he stood a strange sense of confidence washing over him as something told him to head north.
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It was like he was almost sleepwalking, one moment conscience the next moving automatically, yet this time his heart was in his throat. His eyes staring straight into another, hungry mans. He was trapped, a hole becoming his prison in the night. Something telling him he might be forever trapped there.
Yet he faded again, this time dreaming, only it seemed too real to be a dream. The screams of his troupe the strong thick smell of burning flesh and then the loose grip of an old witch pushing him into the forest once more with only a few words on her lips.
“...what dangerous things are rising from this strange fog... “
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And then he awoke. The smell of campfire and patchouli filling the air. It had all been a dream. Only… the cards were still facing him and a totem was in his lap.
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2013 10:21 pm
Thanks everyone for entering this newbie contest!!
It was great to read all the entries, and good luck getting your first totems in the future! It was really hard to choose, but the doe will be going to...
ZINGLING!!
I will be posting in the certing thread later today (Dec 25) with the three of our totems.
Congrats, and hope to see everyone on the RP circuit! Have a great new year!
-Sie + Chrys
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