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Imperium
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Posted: 7/4/2016 at 4:22 PM
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Contest's Start: July 4th, 8:00 pm Server Time
Contest's End: August 1st, 8:00 pm Server Time
Story Contest One Rules
Choose one of the three story option themes to write a short story about while adhering to the following:
~You must include the following in your story: (A) The pet, (B) the theme
~Your story must be considered "Safe for Work"/"Safe for Site".
~You are free to name the pets for your story if they are un-named/have filler names currently.
~You may use any genre (Romance, Action/Adventure, Mystery, Horror, Etc.) for your short story.
~Your story must be at least 5 paragraphs minimum, able to fit in a single post maximum.
~You are free to add in side characters.
~You may only enter one entry for Story Contest One, however you are free to participate in Story Contest Two even if you've entered Story Contest One.
Story Contest Two Rules
Choose one of the three story option themes to write a short story about while adhering to the following:
~You must include the following in your story: (A) The pets, (B) the theme
~Your story must be considered "Safe for Work"/"Safe for Site".
~You are free to name the pets for your story if they are un-named/have filler names currently.
~You may use any genre (Romance, Action/Adventure, Mystery, Horror, Etc.) for your short story.
~Your story must be at least 10 paragraphs minimum, able to fit in a single post maximum.
~You are free to add in side characters.
~"Pairs" is free to interpretation: Siblings, Partners, Romantic, Etc.
~You may only enter one entry for Story Contest Two, however you are free to participate in Story Contest One even if you've entered Story Contest Two.
Edited By Imperium on 7/5/2016 at 1:37 AM.
Imperium
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Posted: 7/4/2016 at 4:22 PM
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Story Contest 1: Singles
Option 1: Prince of the Earth (Theme Example: Guardian, Tree Spirit, Nature Enthusiast)
Option 1: The Dancing Wind (Theme Example: Wind Sprites, In Flight Story, Hurricane/Tornado Disaster)
Option 2: Preface of Nightfall (Theme Example: (Rise of the Nightfall Bandits, Nightfall Mission, Dark)
Option 3: The Fae Marsh (Theme Example: (Fairies, Lotus', Magic)
Edited By Imperium on 7/4/2016 at 5:31 PM.
Imperium
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Posted: 7/4/2016 at 4:23 PM
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Story Contest 1 Prize List
1st Place : 2Vis Foo Dog Luffox
2nd Place/3rd Place: A choice of one pet from the following pets. (2nd Place gets first pick)
Story Contest 2 Prize List
1st Place : 2Vis Butterfly Fairy Kelpari
2nd Place/3rd Place: A choice of one pet from the following pets. (2nd Place gets first pick)
Edited By Imperium on 7/4/2016 at 8:48 PM.
Imperium
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Posted: 7/4/2016 at 4:25 PM
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Ping List
Swirlspot
Edited By Imperium on 7/5/2016 at 1:41 AM.
Swirlspot
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Posted: 7/4/2016 at 11:17 PM
Post #6
Oh, this sounds fun! Add me to the ping list please. The one with the Nightfall theme really caught my eye, I don't usually like those type of pets but a prequel to the Nightfall Bandits is such an intriguing idea.
Jade And Whisper
Jade is The Guardian of the Mossy Shadows. A big black and gray Morroklo with green stones studded into his fur and floating around him. All of the other Guardians were brown and green, and they teased him relentlessly.
"You've got black fur, no real Guardian has that!"
"He's more likely to destroy the forest than protect it."
"What right does he have to be one of us?"
Even though their accusations were false, it still got to Jade. Sometimes it fueled his rage at the unfairness of it all, but he had a good heart and most often he buried that rage. He would become inexplicably sad instead.
~~~~~
One night, just after the sun set and the shadows began to gather, Jade heard a voice.
"Oh Jade... It's not your fault. They have no right to tease you like that. Someday, you will show them. And then they will accept you, they will beg for your forgiveness."
Startled, Jade called into the dark, "Who's there?" But he was only answered by silence.
The next night it happened again, the voice pitying Jade, then telling him of how powerful he could be. How all of the other Guardians would bow before him.
Slowly, the voice began to become more sinister. One night, it switched from redemption to revenge. But Jade did not seem to notice. His heart had begun to grow black, and that little nagging voice that whispered that this could only lead to disaster was buried deep.
~~~~~
"You're too good for this, Jade. Why, you could become the most powerful being in these woods. You could destroy those puny 'Guardiaans'. And I can show you how."
"Yes, you're right. I wiill be the most powerful! But first, I would like to see your face."
"Very well." The voice replied, sounding almost amused. Then out of the shadows, stepped forth a mottled black and gray Lupora.
~~~~~
"Whisper," Jade said a few days later, "you keep going on and on about how I will be able to overpower the other Guardians, but as of yet you have nothing to show."
"Yes, that is true. I've been waiting for you to ask. But first I must tell you, I am not alone. Tomorrow we will go visit a dark mage. He can help you. After that, I will bring you to my master."
~~~~~
The two Sylvesti walked through the woods. They were no longer in Umbra Forest, but were nearly to the plains and fields of Viridian, their goal.
An hour before sunset, in the most secluded part of the plains, they came upon a small rickety hut. Whisper went up to it and tugged on the string that hung down from the bell. It ringed and the door opened.
"Ahh... I've been expecting you. Come in and make yourselves comfortable here in this corner. At sunset, we will begin."
Jade felt his old power being ripped away. All the stones from which he got his name drained of color, and he became lightheaded. Then he felt his rage swelling up, and power flowed back into him. It was different from the power he had been granted as a Forest Guardian, darker, deadlier. When it was done the stones had regained color, only now it was a deep and fiery red.
"No longer shall you be known as Jade," the mage announced, "but as Beryl. Let it be a reminder that your old life has been cast away, and your weakness with it. You have power now! Use it."
Then the mage capped a bottle filled with vibrant green liquid and hid it in his garments.
~~~~~
"Beryl, we must go speak with the master now. He has a plan that I think you would like to hear." Whisper said.
Beryl nodded his head, "Where is he?"
Whisper weaved his way through the tents in the camp, Beryl lumbering behind him. Finally he stopped in front of the largest tent, right in the middle of the camp. With a quick glance behind him and a quiet, "Wait here." He went in.
A few moments later he came out and gestured for Beryl to follow him, before disappearing behind the tent flaps.
Stepping forward, Beryl pushed his way into the tent and found himself facing a tall grim man.
"You are the former Forest Guardian?"
Beryl dipped his head.
"Good. We want to take over the forest. The only thing standing in our way are the Guardians. In particular The Guardian of the Fallen. You see,
we plan to raise the fallen dead from their graves and make them fight for us. But The Guardian of the Fallen surely won't allow it. He is a great and powerful stag. But I have confidence that you can defeat him with your newfound powers.
"What do you say, Beryl? Will you fight for us?"
"If course! Anything to stop those bullies."
A smile touched the Master's lips, "Yes, now there is a page outside. He will show you to your bed. You are dismissed."
After Beryl left Master turned to Whisper, "You have done your job well my friend, he is well and truly fooled." He gave him an affectionate pat on the head.
~~~~~
Beryl challenged the Guardian and was able to defeat him. But the stag was wise, and with his dying breaths used the last of his magic to help the hidden part of Beryl's heart to grow. Beryl began to feel regret at what he had done, but once again pushed it away.
Within the next week they had driven out the Guardians and begun raising the fallen. It was only when the stamp of marching armies could be heard throughout the forest and the trees themselves started to wither, that Beryl truly began to feel sorry for what had come about. No matter how bad the teasing was, that was all it was. Teasing. None of that was worth this...
But now there was nothing he could do.
Remember that when Jade became Beryl and the green was taken away from him and put in a bottle? That was the power of the Guardians. The power to grow, nourish and revive. This is what the mage used to raise up the fallen. I haven't finished Umbra Forest so I don't know exactly how the story goes. No spoilers! The red power is that of destruction and chaos.
Most Sylvesti cannot talk to humans without special training. Guardians are an exception.
Whisper was raised by the Master and has learned to speak with him. The two share a close bond despite their personalities.
It's a possibility that Jade originally had brown fur. But the Master already had this plan and sent the mage to permanently dye his fur.
Edited By Swirlspot on 7/9/2016 at 12:35 AM.
Imperium
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Posted: 7/5/2016 at 1:42 AM
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Added~
I'm glad you like the theme~! (At the same now though, I feel like I could have tried a bit harder for other themes now that that was pointed out. TwT)
You may enter one entry per contest~ I've updated the rules to reflect this.
Stormdevil
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Posted: 7/5/2016 at 1:47 AM
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I really, like this idea and it sounds so fun, so I am going to join.
Creativity
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Posted: 7/5/2016 at 8:03 AM
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(I just noticed the grammar mistakes (missing apostrophes and quotation marks) caused by copying and pasting from Word to Sylestia. I have fixed these.)
Contest One
The Warmth of a Fire
It wasn't his fault. He was stumbling through this icy hell, and it wasn't his fault. He did what he had to, and he firmly believed that it wasn't his fault. No. It was because of that wretched sorceress
Ever since he was young, Cyneric had been training in the fine art of assassination. When his parents had abandoned him, it was all he had had left. He was taken in by mercenaries just like him, and they shaped him from a fragile child into a powerful, brave man. Then why, he had to ask himself, was he stuck here?
All he could see was white, all around. The snowy winds were blowing about him and threatening to topple him. He grunted as he continued to trek through the knee-high snow, despite the fact that his legs felt so numb that he doubted they were there. He'd killed hundreds of people, but he just happened to take a job to kill a sorceress. And, even worse, she was an ice sorceress!
This is not in my job description he thought to himself, and the thought sent a small rush of energy through him, causing him to stumble twice as fast for a god minute or so. When he had heard the name of his next target, an Isolde Fortithon, the term sorceress had not popped into his head.
It wasnt his fault.
The kings request should have specified. Cyneric was just trying to earn some gold so that he could retire early. Was that so difficult? The frosty flakes were in his eyes, nose, mouth, and more. He found that it was troublesome to even breathe, let alone escape. Yet, he knew he had to.
The cold had seeped so far into his bones that he felt he could never get out alive, and these suspicions were confirmed when he reached an icy wall that was smooth to the touch and at least thirty feet high. Cyneric shouted and rammed his hand against the wall, closing his eyes as he collapsed onto the freezing white blanket. It was too much.
He suddenly felt the overbearing urge to sleep. His eyelids felt so heavy, and he just wanted to melt into the deep blindness. White was a beautiful color, he realized as his eyes threatened to shut. White was the most beautiful color there ever was. In fact, it was a lack of color, and that was what made it so special.
It wasn't his fault.
He realized that it really wasnt as cold as he thought. At least, he didnt feel cold. He just felt...numb. And that was okay. He desperately wanted to fall into the peaceful, endless slumber, but some part of him was keeping him awake, urging him to keep fighting.
Cyneric was tired, though. He was exhausted, and what harm could a little nap do? Just as he was about to let his eyes fall shut, a blaze of color in front of him forced his eyelids to fly open.
Right there in front of him was, unmistakably, a bird. The creature was at least seven feet tall, and was on fire. No. That wasnt it. The creature was surrounded by fire. The beast itself had long, elegant wings and sharp talons on its feet. The feathers were a beautiful array of varying red-orange shades that seemed to change right before his eyes as if they, too, were made of pure fire. Its eyes struck him the most, though. They did not burn with the fire of a thousand men's rage, but instead with the gentle kindness of glowing embers.
A part of him wondered if his eyes really were embers, with their burning orange hues and black pupils staring upon him with nothing but warmth and serenity. Cyneric wanted to get up and run despite everything, but found himself planted to the floor.
"You've had a hard life, Cyneric Verillon, and this is not how your supposed to go out," the creature breathed, nothing but gentleness in his tone. Cyneric hardly noticed the snow and ice beginning to melt around him, nor the slight feeling he was regaining.
"He couldn't take his eyes off of the majestic beast. H-how do you know my n-name?" he stammered, his tongue feeling like a Popsicle.
It chuckled, deep and bright. "I have been watching you."
"Creep."
"Not like that," it continued with a smile on its face. Wait, could birds smile? Because this one looked like it was.
Cyneric wrung his hands together, realizing that he could feel them. "And youre going to...what? Why are you here?"
The beast motioned to the melting ice with one nod of his great head. "I'm going to save you, Cyneric. You have a life ahead of you, and Isolde has no power to take that from you. Youre had a hard life," he stated repetitively.
"What are you?" Cyneric couldnt resist the urge to ask.
The creature seemed to smile a bit more. "A man. Just a man who, so long ago, was cursed and confined to the body of a bird by a jealous sibling. I have flourished, though, just as you will. Now, though, you're going to sleep. When you wake up, you will be back home, in your warm bed."
Cyneric breathed out a sigh at the thought of the warmth of his soft blanket. "Wait. First, what should I call you?" he asked as the bird lifted his great wings.
"Well, I once was called Conleth. Conleth Fortithon." And with that, the beast brought his wings down and Cyneric fell into a soft slumber, hearing the last words of Conleth Fortithon.
"It's not your fault."
Edited By Creativity on 7/5/2016 at 10:25 AM.
Imperium
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Posted: 7/8/2016 at 5:12 PM
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Bumping Up~!
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