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 Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 1:06 pm
Clara followed the small glowing spark of light. There was a light-hearted atmosphere floating about the air. It was very soothing and almost quiet except for the music playing somewhere far off. She continued walking along until she reached a large, barren, silver tree among many silver trees. There seemed to be something wrong, since none of the trees seemed to have any leaves. The largest of all the trees that had spoken had a feminine voice, and through it, Clara could tell that the tree was either sickly or elderly, possibly a combination of both, and was on the verge of death.
The tree spoke of its great power. However, that power hadn't been respected, and others came, taking all of it for themselves. The tree wanted help. Help to continue its legacy and to help others. Clara only nodded to the sage tree, willing to be of assistance.
Acorn size: 16 mm
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yylaayl rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 6
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 1:23 pm
Clara walked closer to the edge of the forest and saw a beautiful lake, covered in small and glowing orbs. The mist covered the trees, which would have been invisible had there not been branches stick out. Clara resisted the urge to reach out and touch the mist. She turned towards the lake, which seemed to call to her. Bending down, she heard the lake request that she water its children.
Clara carried the water with her hands to one of the sickly trees. She gently poured it onto the trees, and an acorn appeared. The acorn popped off before the tree shuddered and withers.
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yylaayl rolled 1 10-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 1:31 pm
Rolling a 4 Your character exists in a part of the wild west, where law is no longer on their side. They must obey the Sheriff, and that is their only singular rule in these parts of town. Their town is often attacked by the unrulies, neighbouring crude towns that reside to no laws. It is up to you to keep your own town afloat, and remember what it means to be a cowboy. If you are a horsemen, hunter, or student, it doesn't matter, you are a cowboy, or something that exists in the wild west setting. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
"Get back to work!"
Clara turned around and walked through a wooden fence. She approached the Sheriff, with her back of groceries that she had paid with her own money. The corrupt Sheriff had made her by booze for him, as well as forced a large number of other orphans to do his work for him while he sat in his chair, relaxing.
But today, they were going to fight back. Of course, Clara was just going along with the suggestions and plans of others, but she looked to the day with great anticipation. Unsuspecting to the Sheriff, they had weapons of all sorts hidden throughout the backyard, prepared to attack all at once and win their freedom.
(ooc: okay so...I don't actually remember watching any old west movies or anything. SORRY IF THIS IS WRONG LOL)
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yylaayl rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 3:17 pm
Rolling a 9 Your character only knows about the Arena. They exist in the Arena, they fight in the Arena, they are slaves in the Arena. Every single day, they live, caged, watching countless faces also get roll in, and countless faces die. Every single day they wait for their 99th kill. They are on kill 98. Tomorrow will be kill 99. Tomorrow, they will face - It is up to you how your character looks, and (optionally) what weapons they use as well as who they face. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
But on the inside, she was boiling over with excitement. Today was the final day. Her 99th kill. And with that kill, she would win her freedom.
Her opponent wasn't that spectacular. Sure, she took some hits to make the fight more exciting, or else she would get wounds anyways from the managers for not entertaining the people who paid to watch a show. As she left the Arena, one of the managers walked in front of her, guiding her, while talking. She wasn't paying attention to what he was saying, because she watched as the manager directed her back to where the cages were kept.
"Hey, what's the deal? I have 99 wins."
"So?" said the manager, twirling the keys around his finger.
"Where's my freedom?"
The manager laughed. "Dearie, is that what the others have been telling you? Well let me tell you: it's all a lie."
Clara stared at the guy with great shock evident on her face. That excited feeling she had turned into rage. Rage at the liars who tricked her into getting false hope....she would get them back soon. Rage at the people who had enslaved her because she would never be able to become free. And rage at herself, for being so gullible.
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yylaayl rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 5:30 pm
Rolling a 5 Your character has been a minipet their entire life. They grew up in the Scarefari, where their parents told them to go to Minipet Battle School. Their hopes is to one day breed with a big, strong minipet and create beautiful children. However, on the way there are many adventures, including being bullied by stronger minipets in the Battle Arena, and nearly being sold to the Black Market, or taken to the Altar of Sacrifice. It's a cruel world in the minipet world, and not everyone is out to help them. If you are a horsemen, hunter, or student, it doesn't matter, you are a minipet, in the minipet setting (anywhere on the site is fair game for interpretation "icly"). You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
Upon waking, the first thing Clara noticed was that her tiny minipet legs and arms were bound up and she was gagged with some foul smelling cloth. Seeing that their captive was now awake, the shadowy figure ungagged her. Clara said "What are you doing?", not bothering to hide her incredulity.
"Welcome to the Lab, where I will zap you and you will turn into something much MUCH MORE amazing than ....whatever you are." the figure said. "You're welcome."
"But I like how I am...?"Clara said, confused.
Zap. And then she was a passing slime.
"Uhh...", and then the strange figure fled.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 6:21 pm
Quote: All characters in this world have the special ability that when they hit a certain age, they can summon a creature form of themselves. The most powerful are the zodiac creatures, the twelve animals that govern the zodiac (starting with Rat --> Pig), the least powerful are the lesser creatures that govern them, such as pidgeons, etc. When doing this prompt, look at all the minor achievements your character has collected. If you have less than 10, write for a less powerful one, if you have less than 20 write for an average one, if you have more than 21 write for a greater zodiac creature. How do they bond/ what is their role in this world/ how do they communicate with each other is entirely up to you. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
And then the large tiger shifted, its head turning around before it took two large steps towards Clara, and dragged her back into the room with its teeth. It plopped her on top of the bed, where she sat there, dazed. It seemed to rest her hand on top of its head.
"Hello." A voice rang in her mind.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 6:22 pm
Quote: Your character plays This is Halloween, the greatest online MMO ever created. While in reality they may exist as their somewhat boring, ordinary selves (with jobs, or school, or whatnot), online they can be whatever they want. Part of the noble (but human) faction of Deus Ex as a Hunter, or the more neutral faction of Halloween, or even the feared Horsemen faction. PVPs, raids, and even some roleplayed events occur for your character to get loot. Basically, they are humans ICly playing their actual TiH incarnations, feel free to interpret as you please. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 6:29 pm
Clara was back at the lake. This time, she was to give her acorn some memories to help them overcome their grief. She carefully picked out a few to give to the tree, and slowly poured the bubbles to the acorn, and sprouts.
Within little time, the tree was almost fully grown.
Clara returned to where the lake was, feeling that she needed to return to there, but when she went back, there didn't seem to be a lake anymore. Instead, a large castle and pool occupied the area where the lake used to be.
She needed to take some water from one of the many pools and give it to the young tree. Clara reached down into the cold pool and immediately, her brain was filled with many painful memories. She quickly made her way over to where the tree was and poured the water. It quickly finished growing, and a wyvern appeared, wrapped around the tree. It asked, "Are you satisfied with what I have become?"
"Yes."
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