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|Excerpts from the Library|
|Topic Started: Feb 7 2012, 08:07 PM (244 Views)|
|SilvercatMoonpaw||Feb 7 2012, 08:07 PM Post #1|
Post by: demonfey on November 23, 2009, 04:15:07 PM
This thread's purpose is to give a place for any additional background knowledge to end up. This can be pertaining to your own character's culture and homeland, or to help flesh out an area our characters are visiting. Or it can just be for the hell of it. However, there are a few rules:
1. You must have it in some format such as an essay, journal, or even documentary, and there must be a name to associate with it. For journal format, mentioning some form of dating system helps (though it doesn't have to be legible if you don't have any clue when this kind of thing would occur).
2. It can be something your character is currently writing, if you want. Depending on current mood, this can become more varied in how it's approached. For example, if you felt like making a haiku on how giant insect colonies suck and should die, you could put it here.
3. Be creative, especially with journal entries. Try to give a bit of knowledge about the author with them.
4. If you don't feel like doing something in this format, but want to add information about whatever, just put OOC at the start of your post and put the info however you see fit. Whatever style makes you happiest.
As for the rest, have fun with it.
|SilvercatMoonpaw||Feb 7 2012, 08:09 PM Post #2|
Post by: demonfey on November 23, 2009, 04:22:58 PM
Journals of the Intrepid Troubleseeker!-vol 22 of n (several lost during the Great Candle Accident of '06; also known as "Why not to leave a recovering arsonist alone near candles")
*date's smeared out*
Today, while searching for a safe path for a fish vendor through the High Chance of Death Badlands, or Ut'ga as the natives call it, I have found natives! They call themselves
*page is singed and a little sooty still* Lava men didn't go over well, and seems to be an insult to one's parentage. Kind of wish I hadn't run it by their raid chief first. However, they did seem open to the idea of a Common name after the initial result. We finally settled on Hephaestian, judging by the lack of torches getting tossed at my head. Once again, for the record, fire hurts a lot. Gonna lie down now. *imprint of ink on the paper in the shape of a face*
I really need to watch where I lie down. I have asked the Hephaestians if some of their number could guide the vendor through these lands, and if I could observe their culture. After explaining the concept of fish, they have agreed. Have noticed the fire bird sitting on top of the chieftain's hut. Wonder how I missed that yesterday. Gonna go ask. Looks a bit like a giant, fiery parrot when the chief feeds it. Oh, right, going to need provisions soon. Had to use mine to get on their good sides.
The request for foodstuffs nearly failed, as it seems they can consume the ashes of the nearby volcano over plant material, due to the later's scarcity with the heat and overly enriched soil. However, they have given me the meat of a three headed beast, practically identical to the three headed beast most of the other realms of Mirrorsky refer to as "chimera". It's surprisingly tasty! I wonder why more cultures don't eat it.
After a long and sleepless night near a hastily dug out pit, I understand why. Oh, my poor stomach...
-She picked up and ate the heart-
*flip* *find the bottom paragraph*
There was green smoke from within the mountain ridges. Several of my new friends (it's been three weeks since one set me on fire for reasons I caused!) smiled before going towards it, coming back a couple hours later with a naked young (maybe? Don't know how they age yet. Next thing I find out, I swear!) girl, maybe 15 to 17, armed with a makeshift longspear and dragging a dead chimera (I still shudder at that memory) behind them. As she got pants, I went to ask one of the others what had happened. All I got was another really hard to write word, which from more asking is apparently a rite of passage. Around 16 (they age like humans!), men and women go into the wild completely naked and have to craft a weapon, or some other tool. Generally, this takes the form of an obsidian sword, or if they're lucky and find a tree, a spear. They then hunt down a beast that has raided the town before and been driven off, and either kill it and drag the corpse back, or tame it. Then something about totem beasts. Not sure what that was about, because my translator's been on the fritz. Stupid cheap items. Oh, and seeing the girl come back and walk up to a giant carved rock with the chimera's heart and eyes in front of it. She picked up and ate the heart, then the eyes. Excuse me for a moment.
*page is slightly stained with something hard to place* Much better. Except now I need a new journal. *rest of pages are messed up. One has what appears to be an ancient piece of corn stuck to it* I don't even like corn...why must it always be part of this?
|SilvercatMoonpaw||Feb 7 2012, 08:15 PM Post #3|
Post by: Monday on November 25, 2009, 04:11:35 PM
This is an excerpt of the Everchill People's Government's propaganda pamphlet for outworld visitors. It's pretty cool, because I'm in it.
Welcome Comrade, or as we in Everchill like to say it! We greet you like old friend in sausage larder!
Welcome to Everchill, wonderful jewel in the Skies of Mirror! Here we all live in great harmony and peace, lead by our great democratically elected Fuhrer Empress Niko III! She has lead this our country now for forty years, since her older man ate the grass!! During his reign, many great things have happened, like Public Act of Oppression of Free Speak!! No longer fellow country of men need to hear free speak! Also, she help many projects, like special tuition for the poor children! We take them in as child, then we make them warriors! Great tuition!
But not ask us, ask fellow country of men! Ask Professor Luthor Snark, foremost of scientists in country what he thinks of Everchill!!
Professor Snark: "Uh yeah, it's like, great. Can you stop bothering me now? I'm trying to create a new death ray here."
Haha! That man is a real laugh! Prof. Snark is true citizen! He proudly works with government sponsorship, designing great machines of war! Now, we can spread freedom even better! He also have son, Elias Snark! Older man must be proud, having son going to Everchill Republic School of War! He'll also become true citizen!
Now, we talk about seeing of sight! Great things to see in Everchill, like Everchill People's Senate! It's open for anybody, just enter through broken down wall! Visit today and bring family!!
It goes on like that for a while. Anyway, I think it's very informative! And hey, I'm in it!
|SilvercatMoonpaw||Feb 7 2012, 08:20 PM Post #4|
Post by: Dragoon-Darkfire on November 25, 2009, 10:19:42 PM
The following is a study I did on a very common pastime among children and adults alike.
Playing Pretend is one of the first things you do as a child. It is essentially the act of mimicking. Just as you as a boy mimic your parents in order to walk and talk, so to do you mimic others around you in order to (hopefully) gain some of there technique or ability. Any martial arts or sword master will tell you that the best way to teach is through example and showing a student what he can do in order for him to properly mimic him. But as we mimic regular people to develop skill, what about when we mimic those who don't exist?
As a child. You would always play pretend yes? You were the mighty warrior. Your best friend was your darkest enemy or your greatest ally. And you'd go on adventures together in a land of your own creation. Such things, however, do nothing more than simply give an escape for children with overactive imaginations correct? Well yes. But who ever said having an imagination was a bad thing? It is the truly innovative thinkers that pave the way of man kinds future! And you cannot possibly hope to remain an innovative thinker without something to make you think.
In this way literature can help, but playing pretend can help much more. Imagine, for instance, what could be gained. If by simply thinking about a possibility and working at it. You could actually achieve what you were pretending to be! Thus turning what was once a simple disguise, a simple act if you will, into a reality. Essentially turning the mask into your face. Allow me to quote a particular passage from another of these files.
"It was 60 years after the war and only now were Remulous's true colors were shining through the darkness. Remulous was a true friend. An honest man with an honest wife and three kids. They weren't so honest but we could forgive them. All of our preconceived notions about him were thwarted once we understood his background. Remulous was a spy. A traitor to his compatriots. Fighting against our own nation of Hordia, he disguised himself as one of his own solders and proceeded to mingle in with the rest of us! Only now, after reading his journal do we know the truth. And also do we know the circumstances around it. When Hordia's enemy, Balkavaria, surrendered their advancement into our country. Remulous was given the order to remain undercover here. Waiting for the time to strike.
Balkavaria would undergo 3 civil upheavals and an eventual dissolution into three smaller territories before Remulous died. And yet we were in the dark for SO LONG. And all we could do was wonder now... was Remulous really our friend? Did he perhaps give up on his nation? His pride? His identity? Did he decide he would remain a citizen of Hordia forever? I like to think yes and that he was always our trusted ally. And yet the more I read on him the more I wonder... if Balkavaria hadn't collapsed in on itself. If it had remained strong, unified and decided to march against us again... would Remulous have shown his true colors?"
The soldier in this case is forced to take on the identity of a man who he is not. And yet he spends the rest of his life AS THAT MAN. So the question becomes: is he playing pretend? Or did the mask somehow become his real face?
After all: a lie is only a lie when people are aware it's a lie.
And that can be the true power of playing pretend. Imagine pretending you are a grand warrior with a powerful sword and a mighty mount. Now imagine BECOMING said warrior because you've worn his mask for so long. I know this may sound like Don Quixote or the mad ramblings of a delusional madman. But... just imagine for one second. That because you believe in something enough. It's real. Really real. Not just you imagining it. But being able to physically verify it by simply knowing where and when to wear your mask properly.
There can be some benefits to this. After all, just because a mask becomes your face doesn't change the fact it's still a mask. And masks are made to be removed and interchanged.
Admittedly my parents are worried sick about me and say I've been playing DnD too much. But I know that I'm onto something here with my theory...
Several Pages later
I don't believe it! I spoke with a gypsy woman and she confirmed my beliefs. She even told me of the proper incantation to drop ones self and take on a new identity. Apparently all I needed to do was to make a character sheet, burn it, and then devour the ashes. Thus making that costume apart of me. A form which I can take under any circumstance. I'm not sure how to take this. Do I simply write it off as being witch ramblings? Or does this old woman have more knowledge than she lets on?
Either way. She warned me that this power of mine would be useful. And that I should do it with as many of my character sheets as I could. I admit to hating myself to burning some of my favorite characters. But much of their stats and background writeups are on my computer. I can take loosing a few of them.
The ones I chose were:
Soulmournal (Artificer 12)
Tardolen (Barbarian 12)
Fendol (Bard 7, Swashbuckler 5)
Ezekiel (Cleric 9, Evangelist 3)
Mosefer (Druid 7, Geomancer 5)
Bartere (Fighter 12)
Mousoulle (Monk 10, Tattooed Monk 2)
Julaxis (Paladin 9, Cavalier 3)
Fri'zzt Do'rdurn (Ranger 12)
Kyliend (Rogue 8, Street Fighter 4)
Bashfornd (Warlock 10, Diabloist 4)
Hexenel (Wizard 12 [General])
I guess I wanted the best range of characters to chose from?
Anyway I don't know what a lot of what she said meant. But there's really no time to think about it. I need to go see a play. Sleeping Beauty. My sister insists I take her and mom thinks it'll get me out of the house and meet a girl. Like that'll happen.
The next page is covered in dirt, has some smudges and the handwriting on it seems to change sporadically.
I kan't speel god enough to sae whats goeeng on bUT I feel that the ladies of this castle are QUITE THE CATCH and if I don't mind I'd very much like toOOU see that this abomination of all that his holy and good CAST INTO THE FIERY PITS OF HELL WHERE HE BELONGS! His dark powers cannot escape my wraaAAATTHH woa man. That was trippy. Perhaps, like, I can simply find tranqulity in his own tormented soul. Some good all natural mango juice should solve thAAAAATT positioned outside the castle is approximately 200+ men. Each of them well armed, well equipped and looking just as nasty as the last batch. Tactics state that the best mode of entry to reach target iIIIISSS this sourcerer's soul is corrupted from the inside. He has indulged himself. FAR too much in the goblinoids and various monsters who serve him. Obviously he seeks to gain more power to little ends. His thirst is obviously insAAAIIITT I must rescue the fair maiden lodged within that vile fiends palace! To think! She is currently being dressed by his wicked handmaidens to become his terrifying bride to be. I cannot allow such a vision of feminine beauty toOOOOOOO get her comeuppance this way. YEESH. I mean she may have been a bit of a doormat but I don't think being the wife to a guy like that'll teach her a lesson. Fact I think it's pretty much engraved in most girl's heads that they should avoid guys like THAAAAAAAAAAAATTTT treasure. Wonder how much is in there. Saw those goblins and orcs and ogres looting all over the place. No telling how much loot he's got stored in that pretty little tower of his. Probably some magic ITTTEEEEMMMSSS
The following is written in huge letters that burn with a heat less flame
DESTRUCTION! DEATH! MISERY! That is all who stand in my way shall meet as their souls are crushed before my dark hand! This foolish warlock thinks he can simply build an edifice to his dark power right in front of me? I will enjoy watching him scream as I tear his jaw out from his skuUUUUUUUULLL
I have concocted a proffered way of entry. The best plan that I could devise under my watchful eye is to simply sneak into the banquet hall as Bard and hope to win over the man's trust. Once his guard is down the best hope is to offer the lady a dance and proceed to exist by using some obscuring magic to disguise both myself and the princess to allow us to escape. It's a simple yet daring plan that for the most part requires I learn how to conTRRROOOOOO
The next page is in Doug's original handwriting
... after reading the last page I decided to keep it intact so as a nice case study. My psychiatrist is gonna have a field day with this.
The final page is in a different colored loose leaf and with a different colored pen/handwritting
I've experienced 3 days I would like to not remember. So note to self: forget the past 3 days. They were just a bad dream. OK? OK. Good.
*The text in green glow lettering cannot be read by anyone and is nearly impossible to decipher. Luckily a small cliff note was added by the original author with a rough translation
Edited by SilvercatMoonpaw, Feb 7 2012, 08:20 PM.
|SilvercatMoonpaw||Feb 7 2012, 08:27 PM Post #5|
Post by: Monday on December 25, 2009, 04:21:56 PM
This recording from one of Dr. Luthor Snark's security cameras (which strangely shows the film as if the camera was inside of one of Elias' eyes!) somehow made it into the Library's artifact. It apparently tells bits about where Elias got his powers from. How it found its way to the library is a mystery.
Familiar Voice: -and he's back. Another great scientific success!!
Elias was lying flat on his back on an uncomfortable hard surface with his eyes closed. He felt completely numb, and his thoughts were running around in circles in his head, stubbornly refusing to make sense. He felt disentangled, detached from reality. Right now, he felt kinda like a spectator to his own life. A life which right now was-
Familiar Voice: Wait, the drugs have caused some kind of internal introspection. Can't have that, can we? Wisp, hand me the zapper!
Elias was brought back to external reality by a a few hundred volts running through his body.
Elias: ****************CK!!!! THAT HURT LIKE A ***** DAD!!!
Luthor Snark: Oh goodie, that means the drugs are wearing off! So my son, how do you feel?
Elias: I feel like someoe just tazed me with a high voltage killing device.
Luthor: How peculiar, hmm...
Elias: Dad, that was pointed at you! YOU ****ING TAZED ME!!
Luthor: Now now son, no need for the harsh words. You should trust me as a doctor.
Elias: No offense dad, but the day I start trusting you is the day you should start thinking about reserving a spot for me at the morgue, seriously you're...*Sighs* Nevermind. Could you tell me what happened, and why I'm strapped to this operating table?
Luthor: Well, you ran into a few...difficulties. But no worries, Wisp brought you home in time and I patched you right up!
Elias: How ironic. Anyway, could you release me from the bonds? And disarm the death ray no question hidden somewhere in this room in case I got aggressive? And fetch me a glass of water will you, I'm thirsty.
Luthor: Sure thing son! Wisp, be a darling and get Elias a glass of water will you?
Wisp: Yes master.
While Wisp went to the kitched, Elias' dad released him, allowing to move again. He immidiately sat up, rubbing his head.
Elias: Ergh, I got a headache... So, what's happening outside?
Luthor: So far they've been silent, but the cogs are moving no doubt. I'm afraid that you'll have to leave the city, no, the whole world. The closest Nhihn is at sea, only a hundred and fifty miles from the capital. I've already fixed a ship for you-
Wisp returned with the glass of water, which Elias gratefully received.
Luthor: -smugglers of course, but I think they'll be trustworthy, considering the sum I bought them for. Now you'll just have to-Oh my. That's peculiar.
Elias: What now? What are you talk-*Stares at the glass of water* What the f^ck? Dad, is this one of your new experiments?
In the glass of water, a small maelstrom had appeared, spinning around in the middle of the glass.
Luthor: Actually...*Raises a mirror*
Elias looked into the mirror. Inside, his image looked back with glowing purple eyes.
Elias: ...Alright...I'll only ask this once...Dad...What...The...f^ck HAVE YOU DONE TO ME THIS TIME?!!
Luthor: I don't know!
Elias: What do you mean you don't know?! Don't try to deny that you've tried to "modify" me again!!
Luthor: I'd never!
Luthor: Son, you don't understand! When you arrived you were at a very critical state! You've were practically dead!! I had to do something!
Elias: Something?! What's something?!
Luthor: Oh you know, this and that...repeatedly! I mean, I was kinda at a loss, so I just started trying out different-
Elias: Nonononono. You did not just say that. Don't tell me you've-
Luthor: Yeah, well, I did. I mean, some of your internal organs were unsalvageable, so I found myself a donor! *points at a cut up carcass lying at a table besides Elias* Outworlder, mostly voluntarily. Said he was called a "Kappa".
Elias: You put some alien inside of me?! That's what caused this?!
Luthor: Perhaps. I mean, I used that Sea Dragon's soul to power the revivifyer, and all know that the lightning from the revifyer by itself got mystical, unexplored side-effects!
Elias: You infused me with the soul of a Sea Dragon?! That's what caused this?!
Luthor: Well...Not necessarily. While I was at it I also sacrificed these hundred goats to the Sea God Poseidon to bring you health, and well, maybe I got more than I bargained for!
Elias: YOU SACRIFICED GOATS TO A SEA GOD?! THAT'S WHAT CAUSING THIS?!!
Luthor: Maybe, but if you look down, you'll surely notice the pentagram painted with your blood around the operation table? See, I've made a deal with the things beyond! They are called Deep O-
Elias: *Buries his face in his hands* Dad, could you just tell me everything you've done tonight to my body?
Luthor: Well, there's the experimental miracle drug meant to unlock a person's psychic potential, the strange mishap during the revivifying process, the glowing green rocks, the gypsies and the-
Thirty minutes later
Elias: *Face still buried in hands* ...Alright, enough, I get the gist of it.
Luthor: But I haven't even told you about the unicorn yet!
Elias: At this point its enough to know that we don't know anything at all, okay?
Luthor: *Tries to pat him affectionately on the back* It could be worse son. The gender-bended drug could've been successful.
Elias: GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME YOU MADMAN!!!
|SilvercatMoonpaw||Feb 7 2012, 08:58 PM Post #6|
Excerpts from Elias's Journal Concerning An Early Mission
The desert is too frigging hot! Why is it so darn hot all the time!! I can't stand the heat!! I'm a young, handsome and promising single male, I should at this very moment be lounging at the club room bar, trying to get some young promising adventuress drunk enough to star believing in my tales about how I killed that stupid fire dragon.
But nooooooooo, thanks to the stupid old man, I'm out here, in the heat. "You're an honorable Adventurer-Cartographer", he says, "Should go out and actually do some bloody work", he thinks. Well, I didn't join this stupid "Gentleman's Club of Extraordinary Adventurer-Cartographers"* think that old geezer should stick his stupid adventurer's honor where the sun doesn't shine, something I was quite eager to share to the old man at the time. I suspect that's why I ended up on FREAKING HOT a$$ DESERT PLANE instead Paradisio the Paradise Plane of Frolicking Young Virgin Maidens, where everyone else went.
But seriously, look at this place!!!
There's nothing here! Just sand, more sand and stupid little critters that constantly tries to haggle me some astromechs, whatever that is (I'm guessing its what they use to get drunk in this place. I'm not dumb enough to buy booze from midget people who haven't even learned common though). I was born in the plane of Evercold, a much more likable place with a far more tolerable temperature. Sure, some complained about the cold, but I liked it there. Unfortunately, circumstance forced me to leave (rather rapidly might I add), which, well, it's a long story, but I ended up here.
Guide: Master, we're nearing the oasis.
The guide was speaking in the typical squeaky tone that seemed innate to all the desert dwellers, uneducated homebrewers or not. he was pointing at what to me seemed like just another sand dune amongst thousands of identical sand dunes. I was starting how much I hated sand. I just nodded, not wanting to open my mouth (the stupid rhino-creatures we were riding had a habit of throwing up a lot of sand as they moved. I think it was because they hated me).
Guide: Master, if I may be so rude, how fares the map you're creating of our home?
I waved lazily at the guide, and for politeness sake added another note to the piece of paper I was holding in my left hand. The guide stared at me in worship.
Guide: Your presence greatly honors our Clan master. No one has ever before done this before, and by this we hope to make our mark on the Mirrorskies!...May, may I be so rude as to ask you to show me this wondrous map?
I won't lie to myself. This guide meant the difference between life and death to me. Without him I wouldn't even last a hour in this place. So far he'd treated me like some kind of mythical demi-god, but who knew what would happen to me if I ended up on his bad side? Perhaps it was best that I granted his request. I looked down on my carefully drawn out map.
With an apologetic smile I shacked my head and muttered something about the map not being ready for public eyes yet.
Guide: Oh well. You can bet though that I will be the first one view it once it's done though!
That worried me.
Our little group consisting of me, Wisp, the guide and some hired guards. We continued our travel forwards in silence. After about a hour we arrived at the oasis.
Guide: We've arrived master, just around this dune now and you'll jewel of the Dune, the Oasis of Ill-
???: ELIAS SNARK!!
Crap, someone was screaming my name. My nightmares always started like that. I looked up, searching for the source of the voice. I found it standing on the ridge of the dune.
Bunny girl: ELIAS SNARK, also know as Elias the Villain, the most wanted man in the Mirrorskies, surrender now and you will not be harmed by us at least.
In the blink of an eye the desert filled up with bunny girls, all armed and dangerous with their weapons pointing precisely at me. Suddenly I wasn't sweating just because of the heat.
Elias the Villain, the most wanted man in the Mirrorskies: Uh, hello ^__^;;?
|SilvercatMoonpaw||Feb 7 2012, 09:03 PM Post #7|
Alison wrote this when we asked to describe what her life was like before joining TIME. It wasn't written in a format usually recognized for archival, but has been included for completeness.
A serene playground
Adamansk The Terrible: HA HA HA! You foolish warrior! You have come all this way for naught!
Grejor the Triumphant: You and your evil plans will not succeed Adamansk!
Adamansk The Terrible: COME AND GET ME!
The two knights CLASHED upon the field of stone gravel. Their swords colliding into one another and sending sparks careening across the field. Grejor was taken back by a sudden feint from Adamansk. Who proceeded to take the opportunity to stab at him with his mighty sword. Grejor dodged the onslaught but responded with a large overhead slice toward Adamansk. He blocked the attack, proceeded to push Grejor to the ground and raise his own sword for a finishing blow!
???: Kids! We're going home now!
Suddenly the clashing knights seemed to dissipate. What was once a terrifying black armored foe was now a little girl in a fluffy pink dress and holding a cardboard tube in her hands. On the ground was a young boy his face smeared by the dirt and also holding a cardboard tube.
Little Girl: OKAY MOM!
Little Boy: Hey wait up!
The two began running off back home. Theirs was a peaceful little suburb in the heart of nowhere.
Acting is the art of lieing. That's what my teacher told me. But it's not just the art of lieing to the audience. Oh no. It's the art of lieing to one's self. The ability to look at yourself and say "OK. I am no longer me. I am someone completely different. Someone else. And I can be whatever I want," that is the joy of acting. With some proper cosmetics, costumes and the right skill. You could not simply fool the audience into thinking you were someone completely different. But fool yourself at the same time.
For no one else is this more true than with me.
Alison Mcartey: So how's the new play coming along?
The particularly shy and rather nerdy looking girl, Marzipan, looked down at the notepad in her hand and examined it carefully through her thick brimmed glasses.
Marzipan: We've got all the roles filled Alison. Save one...
I gulped. I had a feeling I knew which one that was but I had to ask now...
Alison: Which one?
Marzipan: The cat.
Dammit, Alison thought. She knew where this was going to be heading.
Marzipan: Alison why don't you just play the cat?
Alison: I'd rather not to be honest.
Marzipan: But you always loved to play the cat before! It was your favorite part of this play!
Alison: Things are... different now.
Marzipan: Does it have to do with... that?
Marzipan: I've heard the rumors... that you were actually one of them. A magical girl.
I tried to hide myself but I could tell I was blushing. Dammit this was a pain. Even if I told them the exact circumstances nothing would really change. Once more it'd just make everyone question my credentials. I was the leader of student council. I couldn't just reveal that I had superpowers.
Marzipan: It's true!? You're actually a magical-
Alison: Marzipan! Just stop. I'll play the cat if the role is really needed.
Marzipan: It is one of the main characters miss.
I huffed backstage and headed for the nearest changing room. Praying that nothing would happen this time.
I put on the cat ears. So far nothing. I put on the black stockings. So far nothing either. I put on the black shirt. Still nothing. I resigned myself to putting on the tail and watched myself in the mirror.
I still FELT like myself. Even though I was wearing a costume. Maybe nothing would happen this time?
I decided to get into character. I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror. I proceeded to quote one of my favorite lines from the play.
"Makavila. I noticed you came to these lands to-"
No no no that was too wooden. FAR too dull. I needed to jazz it up... I was a cat right? Maybe I should try adding in some cat like tendencies. Nervously I looked about... and proceeded to lick the back of my hand.
The drama club all watched in amazement as their leader and greatest teacher came in, not through the curtain as per usual but by walking on top of the scaffolding. Several whispers came from the various students below as to what she was doing. One of the students eventually shouted up at her.
Drama Student: Alison! What's going on!?
She looked down at him and proceeded to jump down STRAIGHT from the scaffolding back onto the ground. Some of the students could have SWORN that as she landed she made nary a sound, nor did she seem impacted by the sudden fall from 20 feet down at all.
Drama Student: ... uhhhmmm... Alison? Are you OK?
They could have sworn her ears twitched as she looked up at all of them.
Alison: I'm fine.
They all just watched as she proceeded to stay perfectly still, her legs bent partially and her left arm on the ground with her fingers spread. She licked her right hand a bit and proceeded to wipe it against her brow.
Drama Student: So uhh... you're gonna be the cat for the play?
Alison: I guess.
They all just watched as she stood up and headed for the door.
Drama student: HEY! Where are you heading!?
Alison: The cafeteria. I'm hungry.
They could have sworn the tail she wore swished around behind her as she turned the corner and left them in the drama room completely alone.
|SilvercatMoonpaw||Feb 7 2012, 09:05 PM Post #8|
This is the entirety of a report Tyroth made on a mission. Unfortunately this was before the Elias-Tyroth Karaoke Showdown of Doom and thus any other information is probably permanently lost.
A tropical archipelago
Tyroth: So, if I fight this Kromar guy and win, your tribe'll let TIME look at the ruins?
Smoke slowly poured from the strange man's head, as he looked a rather large decorative hat in a pair of buttons that were similar to eyes. The owner of the hat stood a good two heads shorter than him, and walked nearby.
Chief Th'Cho/zn: Correct, oh great volcano god.
Tyroth: *the speed of the smoke increases slightly* I told you I'm not a volcano god three times already. tth: Especially not after the last tribe tried to "reunite me with the firepit's heart", at any rate...
Chief Th'Cho/zn: Sorry, oh great volcano god. But be warned-
???: Who dares challenge Kromar the Invincible, Devourer of Heroes?!
Tyroth: *looks down at the 2 foot tall beast* :|
???: FOOL! By coming here, you have sealed your own fa-*gets punted* -teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Chief Th'Cho/zn: :shock:
Tyroth: Well, that was easy.
Chief Th'Cho/zn: :shock: That wasn't him.
Tyroth: ...what? *doesn't notice the giant mound getting up behind him*
Chief Th'Cho/zn: That was his twin brother, Domar the annoying. *points behind Tyroth* THAT'S Kromar the Invincible, Devourer of Heroes.
Tyroth: *turns* :shock: What the-how-THEY'RE TWINS?!?!
Chief Th'Cho/zn: Well, the one you punted suffers from a curse...I'll leave you two at it now, good luck! *bolts*
Kromar: GRRRRRRRRRRR. *winds up for the first strike*
Tyroth: Oh bloody hell. *pulls out a giant hammer*
|SilvercatMoonpaw||Feb 7 2012, 09:07 PM Post #9|
Post by: Monday on February 13, 2010, 07:21:05 AM
This excerpt was caught by a dream recording artifact stored somewhere in the Minor Items rooms and records a dream by a drugged down Elias about his youth in Everchill.
Dodge left, dodge right, feel the wind stir as they went past you. Step in, make it rise. Feel your punch land square across his jaw, feel his teeth grind against each other. Step back, watch your opponent wobble, trying to steady himself. He still hasn't really realized what just happened to him, how his two attempts at hitting a person by flinging his fists forwards, trying to achieve something he thought was "punching", had easily been sidestepped, leaving him wide open for a upper jab. He staggered and went down, slumping softly down into the snow.
Ten years old Elias Snark smiled. Around him, the crowd of prepubescent kids were going wild. It was like this every time. They hated him, they wanted him to go down. They wanted to break him, to bully him into submission. But he didn't break, and he didn't let himself get bullied. He was their arch-nemesis, the devil himself, their anti-thesis.
It always started the same way. The bullies never went straight to him, because they didn't really dare to pick a fight with him directly. No, it always started with the girls in the group of bullies going for her. They called teased her and called her names, until Elias noticed and stepped in. That was the boys' cue to approach him, acting as if they were the saviors of the day by "protecting" the girls from the evil devil. The streets of the City of St Moscoburg filled up by the howl of arguing kids. Soon, the biggest kid, the leader had separated from the rest of the group, who formed a circle around their leader and Elias. Then there was more name calling, boosting and bragging, acting as a way to hype everyone up before the big fight.
Bullies: Foreigner boy!! Your mother left you, and your dad is a crazy foreigner!! You don't belong here, run away!!
Elias: Hey, f^ck off!! My mom didn't leave me! She's a famous adventurer, and the world's most skilled swordswoman!! Once she comes back, she'll show you!! And my dad isn't that crazy!! Just occasionally!!
Bullies: LIAR!! Your mother isn't some famous adventuress, she's just nobody who left you alone!! Stop making things up!!
Elias: I'M NOT LYING!! ONE DAY I'LL BECOME A FAMOUS ADVENTURER AND SWORDSMAN TOO!!!
Then the fight started with Elias ending his sentence with a punch.
Elias knew he wasn't the best of people. He wasn't clever, he wasn't polite, he wasn't refined. He was a mean piece of work, large for his age, quick tempered and simple. He didn't do good in school, he didn't make any friends and got into trouble a lot. There was one thing in this world he was good at. And that was this. Fighting.
Elias knew his jabs, his hooks and his crosses. He knew how to feint, how to sidestep and how to counter. He didn't mind fighting dirty and he was born with a chin made out of solid rock. As a natural born street brawler it didn't matter to Elias if the kids he fought were stronger, bigger or older then him, he still beat them down, just like this time. The would be bully, some twelve year old butcher's kid went down into the snow and Elias spit at his face. The crowd roared in anger at him, screaming "cheating" and "foul". They hated his guts right now, but Elias just took it in. This was his stage.
It always ended the same way. Unable to beat him man to man, the bullies resorted to their only advantage. Numbers. The whole crowd descended on him, and Elias was caught in the middle, fighting like a wild animal, exchanging blows with every snot-nosed runt on the street.
Today though, wasn't like every other day though. Just as Elias was getting dragged down by three kids hanging on to his back while a particularly evil looking kid was punching him repeatedly in the face, someone yelled.
???: Seize this at once!
Down the street came a refined looking boy at about the same age of Elias. If you compared this new boy to the other children though, it was impossible to mix the two together. The commoner kids were rough and dirty and wore ragged clothing. This boy wore spectacles, fancy clothing and cleaned himself every morning. Not only did he know what a "hair dresser" was, he probably had a personal one only for himself. Behind him he was dragging a younger girl of equally good breading.
Nobleman's son: This fighting, it's upsetting my precious younger sister! Seize it at once!!
Normally, the bullies would've taken this as an invitation to a good beating, probably ending with them stealing his shoes (the girls were already eying the pretty dress the noble girl was wearing), but the noble kids had brought along something that put an end to any such though. A manservant was tagging them along a few steps behind, and he now looked at the kids with distrustful grown up eyes, something that scared the kids to their core. Screaming and yelling they ran away, leaving the battered Elias behind.
Nobleman's son: *Bows down* Are you okay stranger? My name is Mihail Endronikashvili, and I just saved your life!
Elias: *Punches Mihail straight in the face*
Edited by SilvercatMoonpaw, Feb 7 2012, 09:08 PM.
|SilvercatMoonpaw||Feb 7 2012, 09:08 PM Post #10|
Post by: SilvercatMoonpaw on April 10, 2010, 10:45:46 AM
A day in the life of a maid, Catalog and Storage Division, pancake shift, circa 24,824
by an anonymus maid
* Division Head slams open dormitory door and barks orders for all the maids to get up and get primped in 20 minutes. Any maid who does not pass the Post-Primp Inspection receives Behind the Scenes Duty as there isn't any extra time for them to be fixed.
* Maids arrive at their stations, either the Intake/Loan desk or Handling. There is a shift change ceremony with the coffee shift. (TIME Never Stops!)
* First request of the day! A team going to the frozen mountains of Ankor requests two fire creature masks (the other members of the team have their own ways of coping or are immune to the conditions). There is a minor incident of peril where a team member puts the mask on and then uses its fire breath function to light a cigar. Fortunately all maids involved are only singed.
* A minor incident of romance is caught between a maid and a TIME member in the Surveillance Item section. The two are reminded to keep it on their own time, but are deemed punished enough by having had their secret tryst broadcast over the entire Artifact.
* AH, SOMETHING'S LOOSE! An entity imprisonment container, this one from the tentacle-heavy region of Kthult, is found empty. A panic ensues. A search is called. Finally it is discovered that the object was brought back empty. It is re-cataloged and moved to avoid future incidents.
* Lunch! The maids divide into three shifts, each shift allowed 20 minutes in the cafeteria.
* An expedition team returns with an object for Intake: the dried embryo of a Lesser Copper-Beaked Horsebird, given as a gift of respect by a tribal chief. There is much holding at arm's length as it is take to storage.
* The rest of the shift goes boringly. A minor incident of falling asleep occurs in the Hypnosis section. The maid is spared because no one can tell if she was just lazy or if a random item went off.
* Shift ends. There is another shift change ceremony, this time with the ketchup shift.
* The maids are free to pursue personal projects for the rest of the day. There is a major incident of harem as several of them have a full-on battle over the same woman. They are given Sewer Duty for the next week as punishment.
* Bed time. Two shift maids are missing and presumed engaged in romance. This will be giggled about until Lights Out.
|SilvercatMoonpaw||Feb 7 2012, 09:11 PM Post #11|
Post by: demonfey on May 14, 2010, 08:14:26 PM
Two Lists of Things TIME Members are NOT ALLOWED to do, on threat of angry Zhi AND Ming:
|SilvercatMoonpaw||Feb 7 2012, 09:11 PM Post #12|
Post by: Paulon on May 14, 2010, 10:20:55 PM
*wonders if it's a good thing to actually recognize 99% of the sources of the Mr Welch fobidden deeds*
|SilvercatMoonpaw||Feb 7 2012, 09:12 PM Post #13|
Post by: SilvercatMoonpaw on May 15, 2010, 05:45:10 AM
OOC: Ye Commentary! We made 5,815 ship rules! You can tell how epic the Forgotten Freedom was just by that.
Also I'm quite amazed someone remembered them.
|SilvercatMoonpaw||Feb 7 2012, 09:16 PM Post #14|
Post by: Kaizer Ryu on January 03, 2011, 02:51:30 PM
Part of a memory captured by one of the Artifact's Lesser Magical Items.
Estimated date is Year 70 of the Republic Calendar.
Location: Snark Residence
Elena hummed to herself over a mixing bowl, barely registering the bangs, shouts, crashes, and screams of frustration coming from her father's lab. They'd been at it again, her father obsessed with some project for the last several days and Elias dragged in to helping him. Still, it didn't change the pleasant smell of gingerbread wafting from the oven.
Elias: Ahhhhh! Dammit, Dad, watch were you're pointing that thing!
Luthor: Sorry, sorry! Didn't expect it to be so twitchy.
Elias: YOU DESIGNED IT TO BE! YOU TOLD ME THAT YOURSELF!
Luthor: Did I? Well, then I guess you need to be more careful, my boy!
The sounds of chaos that vaguely resembled heavy artillery would normally be worrisome, but not here. Just another day as the daughter of Dr. Luthor Snark.
Aside from the slight mess caused by making the frosting she was now stirring, the kitchen was immaculate. What was used to prepare the cookies now baking had been dutifully cleaned up so as to avoid attracting the Robotic Suicide Squirrels. She continued her little tune as the timer ran down, setting the frosting aside and assembling the many colored candy decorations.
Luthor: Hmm...not enough "oomph."
Elias: Not enough...this is just the prototype and you took out the south wall!
Luthor: Oh! That's true. I was wondering why it got so cold in here. We should get that fixed next.
Pulling them from the oven, Elena let them cool for only a little bit before moving them to decorate. They'd need something extra warm now. Good thing she made hot chocolate too!
Elias: Can we get started on fixing the house now, please? The superweapon is fine.
Luthor: For shame! You should know better than that by now. It's far from fine! It's a failure!
Elias: *frustrated yell that probably involves exaggerated motioning to the destruction*
Luthor: Yes, but the other walls and the roof are still intact. Did you ever consider that?
Elias: YES! I like being alive, thank you!
Luthor: Well then help me reconfigure it so it makes sure to vaporize them!
Using the icing as adhesive, she decorated the gingerbread men with the skill of one who'd done such things for years. Candied eyes, noses, mouths, buttons, belts, gloves and shoes finished off the look, Elena moving them to a pair of plates alongside still hot chocolate in mugs embroidered with her brother and father's names.
The butcher's knife disappeared from its spot in the holder and buried itself in the wall just beside a curious Rodent of Unusual Size, sending it scurrying away in fear.
Opening up the door, she was met with a blast of frigid air and Elias trying to restrain himself from strangling their father.
Elena: Cookies are done!
She hit a switch near the door, a metal covering extending over the destroyed wall and blocking out the wind.
Elena: And for heaven's sake close the blast shield next time. You'll both freeze to death. Now come in before they cool.
Elias looked relieved and even Luthor came in with only one or two longing looks at the new Death Ray. With the three of them sitting at the kitchen table, you might actually mistake them for a normal family. Elena just sat there, looking quite happy with herself as they ate and drank, color returning to their faces and extremities.
In one quick motion Elena moved the plates out of the way and replaced them with throw pillows, both Elias's and Luthor's heads landing on them at the same time. Their snores filled the room, Elena calmly dragging first her father and then her brother to bed. It had been three days since Luthor slept and nearly two for Elias. Just because she wasn't involved in her father's inventions didn't mean she couldn't use one as monumentally helpful as an odorless, tasteless sleeping draught. They hadn't caught on yet.
|SilvercatMoonpaw||Feb 7 2012, 09:27 PM Post #15|
Post by: Monday on June 06, 2011, 01:58:14 PM
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Somewhere in the eternal Mirrorskies.
They called this place the Land of the Bold. It was a barren world of towering mountains and empty steppes. In this place lived the people known as The Bold, a small reptilian people who lived a simple nomadic lifestyle, making ends meet by living of the land's sparse resources and their riding mounts, a kind of reptilian version of the common horse. The reason they called themselves "The Bolds" was because they were the only one who were brave enough to live in this unwelcoming place.
Scout Rachtt harrumphed as he watched the line of wandering people walking past him. "The Bold" was a name of empty bravado, and the people he was watching right now were the proof. Although the orderly manner they were moving in might not reveal it, they were actually running in fear, trying to escape from a threat that awoke every hundred years in the Land of the Bold. The Bold was running from this world's true masters.
See, the Land of the Bold were the spawning grounds for monsters. Every century, these otherwise solitary monsters would congregate on this world from all over the Mirrorskies to find themselves a worthy mate. If the match was a success, the pair would create themselves a nest somewhere in one of the many mountains on this world, and there of the Land of the Bold thoughwhere they could leave their eggs to safely mature while the parents themselves parted, returning to whatever place they had come from. The parents weren't the problem. It was the eggs, which were now ticking time bombs waiting to explode. It might take decades, but one day, these eggs would hatch. And the day they did, the things inside would be hungry.
This year, a new brood had hatched. It was the reason to why The Bold were running.
Bold kid: Ouff !
Rachtt snapped back to the present. A kid too dazed by exhaustion to be aware of his surroundings anymore had accidentally walked into somebody else and was as a result now lying on the ground. That wasn't what had made Rachtt jump though. It was who the kid had bumped into. Because the kid had walked into a giant that had appeared from nowhere.
"No", Rachtt corrected himself. Not from nowhere. He'd seen the giant walking towards them earlier, but the steppes had played a trick with Rachtt's eyes and he hadn't noticed the giant's size, making him mistake it for one of the other scouts instead. Close up there was no room for mistakes though, it was definitively a giant twice size of Rachtt's own people. The Giant wore a hooded cloak that made it impossible to see what hid beneath, but judging from its stance Rachtt guessed the giant had to be exhausted. It was now turning its hooded head left and right, trying to make sense of where it were. It seemed as if the Giant had been as dazed as the kid it had walked into it.
But nevermind that! There was a freaking giant standing in the middle, and someone had sort this out. This someone was unfortunately Rachtt. Reminding himself what a brave people he belonged to, Rachtt CAREFULLY approached the giant. His heart nearly stopped though when the giant suddenly decided to drop the bag it had been carrying on the ground and groan loudly.
The Giant: <Gah!!>
The Giant: <Soooo! d@mn! Hungry! Where. Is. The. d@mn. Food. In. This. World?!>
Rachtt: *Manages to recover* W-who are you, giant ?!
The giant turned to face Rachtt. It had finally noticed the little people around it.
The Giant: <Oh! People!...Do you have any food?!>
To accompany its question the giant made vigorous motions in the air, pretending to eat an imaginary dinner with an imaginary spoon. Unfortunately for the giant though the Bolds hadn't invented spoons yet.
The Giant: <Food! You get it right? Eating! Dinner! Nom nom nom?>
Rachtt: *Doesn't understand a single word* You, stranger. You should run from here. They have awoken. The Monsters.
Seeing that the Giant was probably harmless, Rachtt felt a sudden pang of responsibility to warn the Giant of the approaching danger. Even this giant was a puny threat compared to the monsters hunting all of them.
The Giant: "Monsters"? <Is that edible?>
Rachtt: *Tries to make gestures of his own. These are even more bizarre though, because they were trying to describe a big flying Bold-eating monstrosity* Monsters! Coming this way! You should run!
The Giant: <Wait, does> Monster <mean chicken? Because I could definitively do with some chicken right now!>
Rachtt: Mooonsters! Big flying evil hungry Mooooonsters coming to eat us all! You should r-
Bold: EEEEEEK, THE MONSTERS ARE COMING!!!
Their exchange was cut short by a scream that pierced straight through any lingual barriers. Down the Bold caravan, someone was screaming in terror, and soon more joined in. Behind the caravan, the sky was darkening. The number of Monsters were enough to blot out the sky.
The monsters would lay hundreds upon hundreds of eggs at the same time. Out of these eggs, 99,5% were likely to die within the first year. The reminder would grow up to one day become adult monsters. The reason to the high death rate during the first year was that the first month after hatching the young monsters would be overcome by a mindless hunger that would spur them into a feeding frenzy. During this feeding frenzy the monsters would devour everything they came across, starting with the wildlife and then each other as they ran out of wildlife. This way, the few survivors were guaranteed to be the strongest out of the brood.
And now these monsters were descending on Rachtt's people. Mass panic broke out in the caravan line as everyone tried to run for safety. Rachtt too would have ran, but when he tried to he ran head first into the giant, which stopped him dead in his tracks. For some reason the giant hadn't budged an inch after spotting the seething mass of hungry monsters that was descending on them. The giant didn't even seem worried.
Rachtt: You imbecile!! Why aren't you running ?! The Monsters are coming for us !!
The Giant: <...Ohhhh, now I get it!> Monster <means dragon, right?>
Everyone has heard about dragons. They were one of the rarest species in the Mirrorskies, but also one of the most powerful. There are many subspecies of the lesser variety, but when someone said Dragon there was only one kind you would imagine: The Draco nobilis, the true dragons. Although there are many different strains of the Draco Nobilis, they all have one thing in common. They are superior to everyone else. And it just so happened that the Land of the Bold was one of their breeding grounds.
It's not strange that the Bold refer to the dragons as "Monsters". In fact, it's quite natural. Dragons are bigger than you. Dragons are stronger than you. Dragons are smarter than you. Dragons are older, and hence more experienced than you. Dragons have mightier magic than you. To put it simple, Dragons are just better than you. And they know it. The reason Dragons are vain, proud and arrogant is because they can. To you, they are monsters. To them, you are the playthings. It's the natural order of things. Dragons preying on their lessers is the way the world is constructed.
But even the Dragons got their own monsters.
The giant pulled off her cloak, revealing what was beneath. It was a tall, muscular human woman with ivory blond hair falling free off her shoulders. Once she might have been pretty, but now across the left side of her face there was a nasty burn scar that had blinded her left eye. Compared to her right eye though, the left didn't even seem half bad. Because the insane, evil and flat-out murderous leer from her right eye would have made the devil himself blush. Now this woman opened up the bag she'd dropped on the ground earlier, revealing dozens of blades inside. She drew one of them at random and smiled to the approaching brood of newborn Dragons.
Sonia: Yeah, I know how to cook dragons.
They call them the Dragonslayers.
Edited by SilvercatMoonpaw, Feb 7 2012, 09:34 PM.
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