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Today our journey takes us to the fantasy world of Eletaria. It is there we find a small group of friends with a small problem: Drake is feeling lonely and his friends, Ryker and Splinter, are busy with tournaments. Today the whole group is finally together for a free week and Drake's friends want to help him cure his loneliness. Today is Sunday, April 1st, they all wake up, Ryker and Splinter make their way to Drake's apartment, and the story begins.
Ryker: *knocks on door* Hey, Drake, it's us, let us in!
Splinter: Yeah, we're free this week, we wanna spend as much time with you as possible!
Drake sits up in bed, rubs his eyes, begrudgingly gets out of bed, walks over to the door and opens it.
Drake: *still drowsy voice* Hey guys, come on in. Let's go make plans in the living room.
Ryker and Splinter nod their heads, head over to the living room, and they all find a place to sit.
Ryker: So, we've been thinking. We noticed our recent change of schedule has been taking it's toll on you, and we feel bad about that. It sucks you aren't eligible for tournament play. Anyway, we decided that we're gonna get you an animal to keep you company while we do our tournament business.
Drake: *shocked face* What?! Ryker, we're in Eletaria, this land doesn't have any animals! Where on this planet are you gonna find me an animal friend?!
Ryker: *laughs* Oh, we're gonna go cross-ocean to a different continent to find you one!
Drake: But that's crazy! Do you know how far away Eletaria is from the nearest continent?! It'll take us at least a month on boat!
Splinter: That's Ryker for ya. Fortunately for us, our status and rank in Eletaria has earned the notice of some of the major countries from the other continents. We were able to secure aircraft plans from the nearest country. They said that they'll fly a private, first-class jet within 5 miles west of Eletaria, and that we can go to them on boat.
Drake: Oh, well, good thinking there Splinter. Well, I always wanted to see the other continents. *stands up with an excited voice* Let's go have ourselves a mini-adventure!
Ryker and Splinter both stood up and shouted excitedly. They then went out of Drake's apartment, turbo-ran all the way to the west region of Eletaria, and boarded the boat that was specifically headed in the direction of the jet. Around 10 minutes later, they found the jet. Before the pilot allowed the three friends to board, he said: "Hey, Elementals, change forms please, you know the possible dangers of exposing non-Elemental beings to Elemental energy." The three friends changed forms to look more like humans, boarded the jet and took off to the nearest country. In no time flat, they landed on foreign ground.
Ryker: Wow. So this is the "other world", huh? Amazing.
Splinter: It looks so much different from Eletaria.
Drake: Hmm, nothing I ain't used to. C'mon let's go!
Before they left, the pilot gave them a map and pointed them in the right direction. They walked aimlessly for a couple hours, then finally figured out how to navigate the map. Being in a different country was very hard for the three friends, as you can tell. After walking for another couple hours, eventually a police officer drove right next to them.
Police officer: Hey, I've been following you guys now for a while, you guys lost?
Drake: Uh, yes, we haven't been in this country before, so we have no idea where everything is at.
Police officer: Ok, hop in my vehicle, I'll take you wherever you guys are headed.
The three friends all thanked the officer, got in his car, and off they went.
Drake: Once again, thanks for the help. Um, we're heading for a pet shop.
Police officer: Oh? Ok, hold on, I know a shortcut on how to get there.
The Police officer then drove, and drove, and drove. He got to the pet shop, and kept driving. The three friends were shocked, and began to worry.
Drake: *worried voice* H-Hey, where you taking us?! The pet shop is behind us, you know!
Police officer: *menacing laugh* Oh I know. I'm not stupid.
Ryker: *aggressive voice* Hey wait, what's the big idea?! You said you were gonna ta-
Police officer: You're right, I did say that I was gonna take you. But unfortunately for you guys, I wasn't talking about THAT kind of pet shop. No. Not at all. I'm gonna take you to my kind of "pet shop". *menacing laugh*
The three friends were powerless to do anything about it. They couldn't unlock their doors and jump out, nor could they attack the police officer for he was protected.
He kept driving some more. The three friends heard him say something on his walki-talki, but they couldn't make out what he was saying because his voice was muffled. Eventually they arrived to the main police building, being greeted by an army of 10+ military soldiers with heavy armor and guns fully loaded, ready to strike at any moment. He parked, with the right side being towards the army and building. The police officer then got out of the car, walked to the right side, opened up the door, then quickly pointed his gun at them.
Police officer: *shouting* Ok, any sudden movements and we're gonna shot your mother****ing heads off with no mercy, got that?! Now do as I ****ing say or else! You got that?! Now, slowly got out of the right side, all of you!
The three friends were scared beyond belief. They almost couldn't move because of how afraid they were for their lives. The police officer's yelling was enough to get them to move and follow his orders. They slowly got out, one by one, too scared to know what to do next. The police officer then signaled for the other military officers to apprehend them. Three military soldiers charged with full force, tackled the three friends, and kept them pinned to the ground. The police officer then walked over to them, and hit them each in the head with the butt of his gun very hard.
Drake: *in pain* Ouch! Hey, what's the big idea?!
Police officer: *shouting* Shut up mother****er, or I'll get the K-9 unit on your ass! Now, you are under arrest for being terrorists, and we're gonna take you mother****ers down and lock you up, do you understand me?!
The three friends quickly nodded their head without saying a word of protest. The police officer then ordered the soldiers to handcuff them, to bring them inside, and to lead them to separate interrogation rooms. They three were sat down forcefully by the soldiers. The police officer visited Drake first. He sat down with a very mean and prejudiced look on his face.
Police officer: So, you think you can come into our country and wreck havoc, huh? *shouts* Is this what it's all about, huh?!
Drake: Wait, you got it all wrong! We just wanted to-
Police officer: *shouts* What? That I got your innocence wrong?! Yeah, you're right, I did, because you're ****ing guilty mother****er! *slams fists on the table hard* I now have enough evidence. I hope you rot and get raped in prison, mother****er. I won't be there for your funeral.
He then stormed off into the next room, where Ryker is at. He sat down all calm, with that same very mean and prejudiced look on his face.
Police officer: *gradually raises voice* So, you think you can come in here, to our country, and take what's ours, huh?! Is that it?!
Ryker: *stands up from seat, slams fists on table and shouts* You idiot! We told you what we-
The military officer then took out his gun and slammed it against Ryker's head, causing him to fall over in deep pain.
Police officer: I take your hostility as a sign of proof that you're guilty. Goodbye, may you spend the rest of your worthless days in prison getting raped, mother****er. Good luck getting anybody to show up to your funeral.
He then went to the last interrogation room where Splinter was at. He sat down calmly with that same look on his face.
Police officer: So, you think you can come in our country, and just "go buy a pet", huh?! You know what I think? *quickly escalates voices* I think you were really hear to cause terror to our country!
Police officer: What, you ain't gonna say anything chicken-boy, huh?! You too afraid that we're gonna find out you're guilty, is that it, huh?! Yeah, you're too afraid that we're gonna found out you're guilty, so that's why you're not guilty! Well guess what mother****er? We got your friends, and since you were with them, we don't need your ****ing words! *shouts* Have fun rotting and getting raped in prison mother****er! *slams fists on table*
He then stormed out of the room, and quickly paced back and forth in the hallway. The three soldiers also took their leave, and locked the doors behind them so the three friends couldn't get out.
Police officer: So, what do you guys think?
Soldier 1: I think we got them, sir. They're scared ****less.
Soldier 2: They don't even know what hit them!
Soldier 3: They won't see the light of day ever again.
Police officer: Good. I think we have a case. I'm gonna go charge them, you guys get back in your position. And remember: don't lose your cool!
The police officer went into Drake's interrogation room with one of the soldiers, while the other two went back to the other rooms. The soldier got behind Drake and put handcuffs on him.
Police officer: Congratulations, you're being charged with multiple counts of terrorism, violence against a cop, failure to cooperate, amng other charges. Follow the soldier to the front room of the building while I charge the rest of you buddies.
He then did the same thing with the rest of Drake's friends. He led them all to the front room, and sat them in the middle. There the three friends were greeted with the rest of the military soldiers, along with the three and the police officer. They were surrounded. The three friends were terrified, not knowing what's gonna happen to them next. The police officer then took a step towards them, with every soldier circling around the group so that they can't escape.
Police officer: *yells* Soldiers, weapons ready!
All the soldiers drew their weapons, pointed them at the group, and cocked them.
Police officer: Ok, you three terrorists, do you know what's gonna happen to you now? If you move, these men of mine won't hesitate to blow your ****ing heads off. Now, you're lives are officially and legally over. We gonna charge you, lock you up, and throw away the ****ing keys. Do you have any last words?
Drake: Yes, just know that if you do this, our country will look for us and eventually wage war on your scum of a country! If you don't release us now and let us properly explain, you won't even live to end up regretting this!
The whole room started bursting with laughter.
Policer: Oh, a threat, huh?! You're gonna threaten us now, huh?! Well, unfortunately for you, your country won't even get the chance to wage war against us because today's April Fools!
Everybody started bursting up with laughter again, some even rolling on the ground because it was so hilarious. The three friends all had shocked faces, and then they buried them in embarrassment. It took a whole 5 minutes for things to calm down enough for the police officer to start talking.
Police officer: *still laughing a bit* I'm sorry you guys, but we just couldn't control ourselves! As soon as we heard that Elementals from Eletaria were coming to our country, man, we just couldn't pass up on the opportunity as amazing as that! We hope you guys can come to forgive us in a few years. *laughs again*
The three friends looked at each other in embarrassment still.
Drake: Oh boy, we can't believe it. We're still in shock!
The whole room started laughing again. The police officer then helped the three friends up and took off their handcuffs them.
Drake: *smiling and laughing a bit* Wow, it feels nice to be a free person again!
Ryker: Yeah, I don't think I'll ever forget this.
Splinter: I'm just glad I can talk now. *laughs*
Police officer: *chuckles* Well, I say you guys deserve a nice reward for enduring so much, and I know just the place!
The three friends immediately beamed with smiles on their faces and exclaimed excitedly. The soldiers each gave them a hug. The three friends then followed the police officer to his car, got in, and away they went. Soon they arrived at the pet shop.
Police officer: Well, here we are. Hey, before you guys go, here's $1000 to go buy whatever you want. View it as my way of apologizing for putting you all through such a cruel prank. *chuckles* Have a splendid stay at our country, Elementals!
Drake: Well, you certainly gave us something alright: years of trauma. *laughs*
Police officer: Hey, at least you guys are guaranteed to leave here with a souvenir, am I right? *chuckles*
Drake: Well, thanks again officer! It was real, it was fun, but it wasn't real fun, if you know what I mean. *winks and chuckles*
Police officer: Ha, right! Well, have fun you guys!
The police officer drove off, and the three friends entered the pet store. They walked aimlessly, taking in the sights.
Drake: Wow, I gotta admit, for a country like this, this pet store is pretty fancy.
Ryker: Do you think this is what an Eletarian pet store would look like?
Splinter: Maybe, although I'll bet ours would look even fancier.
Drake: Hey guys, check this out, they have a tiger! Oh my goodness, a tiger! Yes!
Ryker: Hey Drake, wait up!
Drake hurried to see the beautiful Bengal tiger. Drake was immediately fixated on it.
Ryker: Whoa, you ok there buddy?
Store employee: You guys like?
Drake: *mesmerized and still fixated on the tiger* Yes, very much like.
Store employee: *giggled* His name's Ben, because he's a Bengal tiger. He's fully matured, and fully trained.
Drake: Is he for sale? Please tell me he's for sale!
Store employee: *giggles* Of course he is, silly! Why would he be here if he wasn't? He's at $1000.
Drake: 1000?! Yes, we can buy him!
Ryker: Why the tiger? Like, why him? Is it because tigers are rare or something?
Drake: Well, tigers are my favorite animal and I always wanted one, and now I have the opportunity to have one!
Ryker: Ohhhhh, ok, now it all makes sense.
Splinter: Wow, never had you pegged as a tiger lover. That's pretty cool to know about you, Drake.
Drake: Well, he should keep me plenty company while you guys are doing your tournament thing.
Ryker and Splinter: Yep.
Drake: Hey, employee person, we'd like to buy him.
Store employee: Ok, follow me to the cashier and I'll get him ready for ya.
Drake had a super excited look on his face. He quickly went to the cashier and put the money on the counter. The cashier took the money and printed them their receipt. The store employee then came shortly after with the tiger on a leash.
Store employee: Ok, here you guys go! Enjoy your new pet!
Drake couldn't wait any longer and gave his new pet tiger a big hug! They then left the store. By this time it was really late. They left early, and now it was late into the night. They walked and walked and walked. They eventually got to the jet hangar. The pilot was still there surprisingly.
Drake: Hey, pilot, look what we got!
Pilot: Whoa, holy cow, is that a tiger?!
Ryker: Sure is, and we're gonna train this bad boy to be a warrior! *laughs*
Splinter: *chuckles* Wow Ryker, wow."
Drake: Hey, you think it's still early enough to take us home now?
Pilot: What? Are you kidding me?! This is your first time here! Stay a while! Here, I'll take you to my place and you can crash there for the night.
Drake: Ok, if you say so. I guess we haven't seen everything this place has to offer yet.
Pilot: Damn right! Here, follow me, I'll take you to my car and we can ride together.
So that's what they did. They entered the pilot's house, put the Tiger in a cage, and slept the night away. For the rest of the week they made the most of their time there, getting to know their new pet, seeing all the sights, going to really fun places, eating out at really good restaurants, seeing amazing live bands, etc. Before they knew it, the week was over and it was time to head home. They went to the jet ready to leave, but stopped before getting in.
Drake: Wow guys, I had an amazing time with you all, and our new pet tiger! Thanks, seriously. This should help take my mind off of things and cure my loneliness a lil' bit once we get back home to Eletaria.
Ryker: Hey, anything for our best friend, right Splinter?
Splinter: Right! We couldn't just sit there and watch our best friend suffer from loneliness!
Drake: Thanks guys. This honestly means a lot to me. *smiles softly*
Drake hugged Ryker and Splinter tightly, showing how happy and thankful he was for their love and support. They then hopped into the jet and flew all the way to Eletaria. The pilot stopped within 5 miles west of Eletaria and the boat was already there waiting for them. The three friends thanked the pilot, got off and onto the boat, and rode all the way to land. Once they arrived on land, they got off and walked their pet tiger all the way to Drake's apartment.
Ryker: Well, we're off to the tournaments! The next round starts tomorrow, so we're gonna stay the night close by them.
Splinter: Yep. We hope you enjoy your new pet while we're away!
Drake: Thanks guys. I don't know how to thank you enough!
Ryker: Oh please Drake, you don't need to thank us at all. We love you, and this is our way of showing it. You're always gonna be one of us, *whispers* despite not being qualified for tournament play *coughs*.
Drake: Hey! *hits Ryker playfully* I heard that you know!
Ryker: Well, we're off now, better get as much rest in as possible for the next round of grueling tournament matches! *pumps fist in the air*
Drake: Boy, I wonder what that's like. *chuckles* Anyways, thanks once again. I'll be hoping to seeing you guys when you're done with the current round of tournaments! Bye!
Ryker and Splinter: Bye Drake! *waves*
The three friends then go their separate ways, Ryker and Splinter to the tournament, and Drake to his apartment with his pet tiger. Drake decides to take his pet tiger out for a walk and show him around the beautiful continent of Eletaria. After a long day walking all around Eletaria, Ryker and his pet tiger get back to his apartment. Ryker puts Ben in his cage, then goes to his own bed, and the two go to sleep.
Ryker wakes up the next morning to find his precious pet tiger dead from Elemental energy-poisoning.
Self-criticism: This was really different for me. I don't normally write in this way. But in order for my creativity to flow, I just had to write something like this. I think it went ok. It was weird, but I think I pulled through. I used paragraphs to set the setting, and used them to transition from scene to scene. In a way this story is almost like a short-movie, with dialogue scenes instead of written paragraphs.
I made a conscious effort to make each cast of characters have a different personally, and I think I did a good enough job. Each character had a concept in mind, and I made sure to stick to those concepts without blending each in messily. As for the paragraphs, well, they felt weird to write, and I don't know if it's because they're imperfect or if it's because it's a different style I'm not used to. I think the paragraphs did their job, setting the setting, and transitioning from scene to scene. Can the paragraphs be better? Probably, but I don't know since I've never written in this style before.
"Well, I'll be signing autographs out front!" Monkey King jeered at his foes as the Ancient crumbled behind him. Really you'd think they'd learn not to mess with the King at this point. How many times had he slain these foes. How many Traxex has he crushed under the Jingu Bang, how many Outworld Devourers has fallen to his army? Truthfully, he had lost count a long time ago, back when he was still new to the influence of the Ancients, freshly brought under their thrall. Even now, Monkey King spotted newer faces, Mireska the fae, and Dante the Pangolier were warriors who weren't here when he showed up.
It was then he felt it. The familiar mystical tug that symbolised a new fight beginning. This was an endless cycle, fields of endless carnage, corpses that could never rot, soldiers eternally running. Monkey King colsed his eyes, ready for a new battle to begin.
When he opened his eyes, Monkey King found himself in an altogether new location. The colours were off, as if seen through some odd filter. The grasses were longer, easily taller than he even stood on the Jingu Bang. "Well, this is a bit different." Reaching down, Monkey King noted he still retained some of the items he ended the last fight with, the Desolator hanging from his sash and the Black King Bar strapped across his back. "Well, I suppose I'll show them why I'm called King."
It didn't take long for Monkey King to find a foe, some odd rock construct reminiscent of a fully grown Tiny. "We have stuff in common then, not Tiny? What type of stone are you?" Monkey King was given no answer save a spear or rock shooting from below him. Bouncing onto a nearby tree, he used the Jingu Bang to fly onto the rock creature's back, smashing it with his staff. To his surprise, the outer layer fell off, exposing some type of underlayer. "I don't know if you're gonna explode or what, so I'm just gonna leave." Bounding back onto a tree, Monkey King left a relatively confused Malphite to reform his rocky armour.
Monkey King had been in this world for around a day now, and had seen a number of fighters in shapes and sizes. Some were similar to the fighters he knew, and some were wildly different. The frost archer looked suspiciously like Traxex, and that armoured warrior fought in a similar way to Axe. They both even did the cute spinning thing! Turning then on his leafy perch, Monkey King then saw some form of...Monkey. He even had a cruddy knockoff of the Jingu Bang!
The Dream started off simple enough. At first it was just a barren white void. You could walk forever in a direction and not find something, anything that taught you the moral or lesson. You'd wake up from The Dream just fine, and go about your day where it faded into the back of your mind.
If your art had taught you anything over the years, it is that nothing should be taken at face value. You'd notice it within your own works, as the brush wove stories upon the canvas you'd start seeing whispers of different tales, girls dressed in black dancing down crimson rivers, hounds striding through forests of ink and pastel. Your mind would stitch them together, crafting epics that the casual viewer would never see. They would never see the princess trapped in the tower borne of graphite and lead, the knights of tourmaline flecked with love and loss leading an infinite charge to rescue her.
Another nights sleep wrought new changes to The Dream. A bitter wind streaked through this void now, eternally at your back, causing your hair to stand on end. The mind thought of your art, the cruel winds that struck across the canvas like blemishes of inky black across the night sky. You could almost taste the bitterness, the resentment that was carried by this wind, but from what you did not know. You awoke cold, shivering from this internal wind. As you went throughout your day it stuck with you, grafting itself onto your soul, the cold never leaving you no matter what form of warmth you used.
It was a noticeable change in your art. Where before soft colours told beautiful epics, the art was sharper, more contrasting to anything you had done before. The dark shadows bit at the light landscapes, and the rippling clouds masked the usual summertime sun typical to all your work. The hounds were nowhere to be seen now, the girls draped in black not dancing along the rivers of crimson, but stoic, silent above an open grave.
The changes continued in The Dream. You opened your eyes and found no floor, but a vast ocean that stretched beyond the horizons. The wind was back as well, nipping the hairs on the back of your neck. You found your fingers twitching reflexively, muscles tensing and releasing almost instinctually, as if detecting some unknown predator you cooulldn't see yet. The ocean was murky and grey, the water turmoiling and rolling, angry at you for sins you didn't even know you had committed. You'd awaken from The Dream soaked, coverd in saltwater and shivering. You got up and went about your days as normal, but people would notice the smell of saltwater where you had passed.
The art continued to shift, the tides rising as your brushes aggressively struck the canvas. Whatever The Dream represented, was being unleashed today. Your body moved on it's own, picking the right coloirs and telling the tale it needed to; to show you what you needed to see. To anybody else, it was a perfectly normal picture, a dilapidated wooden cabin on a cliff face, before the great rolling ocean. Stormclouds littered the horizon, telling the viewer of an inpending storm. Simple enough.
One thing your art had taught you was that nothing should be taken at face value, for the girl draped in black staring blankly towards you was not noticed by your peers, or anybody who came and gazed at your work. When she held up a bloody scrap of fabric, with the words "DO NOT SLEEP" scrawled roughly on the front, that was when you screamed.
I don't know how good this is, but I like it and I hope you all will too!
I’m scared. I was with my mom and littermates, then a big man put me in a small, dark box. My mom was crying for me... I was very cold. When the box got wet, it fell down and I got out. I’m all alone. Where’s mommy? Where are my brothers? Where’s my sister? And what is that loud noise? And what is that bright thing coming toward me?
“I found it by the side of the road. I don’t know how it’s still alive, but it needs help right away!” Who was that? I squeak,“Mom?” I can’t see very well, there’s something in my way. “It’s ok little one, we won’t let you die. You’ll make it out of this.” A pair of big hands picks me up. I see a lot of people around me. I can’t move my back legs. “Where’s Mommy?” “Shh, go to sleep sweetie. It’ll be ok.” Something’s on my face. I feel...so...tired.
I wake up in a cold place. There are lots of other cats around me, but I can’t see them past the cold wall. They’re all asking to be let out, or complaining they hurt, or crying about families, all a jumble of voices. I have something around my head, so I can’t see behind me. My legs hurt. “Hey baby! You poor little thing.” A lady is here. She has a soft voice. She picks me up and carries me to a table. She tries to put a weird thing in my mouth. I squeak. I don’t like it. “Come on Angel, you gotta eat.” Angel? Is that my name? Well I still don’t want that. It’s like a finger but it smells funny. She puts it in front of my nose and I smell food. I’m very hungry. I eat and she puts me back. Funny. I still can’t move my legs.
Every day, they take me out and make me move a little. It feels funny without my back legs. They always smile, and sometimes they cry. They like it when I squeak, so I try to be as loud as I can. They say I’ll find a good home. But I thought this was home now. Where is home? When can I go? Why can’t I go yet? None of the other cats will tell me. I’m lonely. I miss my family.
I found when they took the thing off my head that my back legs were gone. I tried to lick them, hoping they would come back, but they never did. It was hard learning to walk again. I have a wheel thing the people here strap on me, but it was hard to get used to. Some other kittens are here now. There’s Cheshire, who is missing some teeth and was very loud. Rapunzel is very fluffy and very blind. Duke is deaf. We liked to play. But it still isn’t home.
A bit ago I was moved to a new place, with new people. I was really scared at first. I can’t play with other cats anymore. I just sit in a cold box and people look at me and talk to me. I try to ask them about home, but they never answer. I wish that people would stay. I wish someone would stay with me. I wish they would take me home.
I wake up to someone coming in. All the cats around me begin to talk, and I see a girl come in. She holds the door, and I hear wheels. I see another girl. She is in a chair, but it moves. It looks like my wheel thing. “Where’s Angel?” That’s me! “I’m here!” I cry, hoping she can hear me. A person I see a lot comes over and takes me out. She carries me over to the girl in the chair. I’ve never seen a happier person before. “Mommy, she looks like me! She has a wheelchair too!” I look down. She doesn’t have her legs either. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I have a person. I purr. “I want to call her Precious.” I like that name. I like this girl. The person I know is giving the mom a paper. I think I know what home is now. I think home is with this girl. My girl. My human.
This was a lot of fun, but a bit odd for me. I usually write in past tense, so present was a challenge. I also found difficulty in deciding how much the kitten could understand and how much of her injury to talk about. It's not my best, but I feel like for something new it's not too bad!
A first person story involving being lost in the forest and encountering something? I'll give it my best shot.
The Journal of Monsieur Phillipe CoeurdeLoup Log Entry 1 (translated verbatim):
Just recently it had come to my attention that a village in the far east of France has been devastated by a creature from the forest. According to the reports it strikes at random eviscerates townsfolk. No one has witnessed the beast itself, only the results of the attack. As a member of the Hunter's Society De Paris, I simply must investigate.
I have just entered the forest. The founders of the Society shall be thrilled to hear what I find... Or at least I hope they will. From how the townsfolk described it, this beast could just be a wolf that had wandered into the village. Townsfolk are far too easily frightened in this day and age. But I must continue for the sake of science... It's been about three hours since my last entry. I don't rightly know what direction I came from, only that I haven't yet seen the beast and... Well, that's a disturbingly loud growl. Perhaps the beast lies in that direction, I don't want to continue forward.
It has been a week since the last entry. I'm still lost in this damned forest and I have gotten a look at the creature. It is a massive beast that stands upon its hind legs. It has a long, I dare say scorpion like, tail and the legs that resemble those of a goat. I only saw it from behind, so I didn't get a look at the head but on a more positive note I don't think it saw me either. I've been moving for the past five hours, writing while I walk is difficult but necessary, trying to avoid coming into contact with the beast again. It's getting late and I really should set up camp for the night, but I fear the monster might find me.
In the month since my last entry I've still not found a way out. The way this forest grows is unnatural, almost like it's designed to keep something out... Or worst case scenario, keep someone inside. I did encounter the beast again over the course of the month and I just barely escaped with my life. That thing has a lion's head, but the features seem almost human. The last encounter ended with my leg being stung by its scorpion like tail but I haven't experienced any side effects yet. Perhaps the venom is slow acting. Either way, I'm lucky to still be alive especially given what that thing did to the townsfolk. I... I'm worried for my own safety. No knowledge is worth this pain. Nothing is worth my life.
It's now June. I've been trapped for two months. The were-chimera, as I've taken to calling it, hasn't attacked me again. Although I have seen it again and it still disgusts me every time I look at it. I wonder if I'll ever start turning into one of those things. Or if I'll die before that happens... It's coming this way, I'd best be off, I'll write again the next time I feel safe.
I think I can understand the creature. Every so often I hear a string of sounds that seem like French. It seems to say something about "gods returning" or something of that sort. I'm not too sure. Perhaps if I can hear the voice again I might be able to understand it better. It's almost here, I can hear it breathing. I'm going to just hide here in these bushes and see what happens.
The forest itself seems to be speaking, not just the creature. I'm not sure how to explain this, but every so often I hear the same phrase. "The old gods are returning." It sends a shiver down my spine. I'll get out of here eventually, escape and warn the society. I just have to figure out where the exit is. I'm no longer sure how long I've been trapped, I've got food and water the forest fortunately provides me with that much. I'll write more later, it's getting late and camp isn't going to make itself.
More mention of the old gods today, their names all difficult to pronounce. The voices seem to be increasing in number. I've been here for... I don't know how long. Send help. The beast continues to tail me, screaming at the top of its lungs. At this point I hope those old gods are benevolent, I can't take much more of this. I need to get out. I need to warn the others. I need to get out. I need to get out. I need to get out. I need to get out. I need to get out. I need to get out. I need to get out.
Author's note: May have gone darker with this prompt than expected.
Writing Prompt Time! (Non-Pokémon) August 3rd - August 13th
Your child is ill and swiftly fading, and you are desperately in need of medicine you cannot afford. Out of time and frantic, you decide to do the unthinkable: steal from the next passing traveler. Little do you realize, this traveler is a wizard.
Writing Prompt Time! (Pokémon or Non-Pokémon) August 27th - September 10th
The potion you picked up had different effects than you anticipated...
Prompt requirements: None.
Would you guys prefer to keep going as we are now, or make these monthly? I was thinking of having them monthly and presenting you with three prompts to choose from. You can do as many of them as you want and you have more time to think about and work on whichever you choose.
I've always meant to do one of these but I keep forgetting :P I need to write more, so here's my shot at the prompt (though I went a bit off track)! Any feedback is appreciated :3
The shopkeeper turned away from the shelf she was restocking after hearing a slam on the counter. What seemed to be a less than pleased adventurer was standing on the other side of it, tapping his foot so quickly the shopkeeper was afraid he'd wear down the floorboards. Putting down the crate of goblin eyes she'd just received from her supplier, she headed towards the costumer, wearing her best fake smile.
"Hello sir, welcome to the Bewitched Hut, the best place for potions and ingridie-"
"Cut the crap!" the adventurer interrupted with another slam. "I have a complaint, and it's not a small one!"
The shopkeeper's smile didn't waver; she was used to calming down the rowdiest of customers, and to deal with the ones she couldn't. However, after taking another look at the man, she feared her job wasn't going to be easy, as she remembered exactly what she sold him.
"An unsatisfied costumer? We can't have that." she answered, deciding she would make it up along the way. "So let's see..." Waving her hand, a book suddenly emerged from under the counter, floating around for a few seconds before finally setting down in front of the merchant. She then started quickly flicking were fingers while taking quick glances at the costumer, and the book's pages started to turn one after another until they suddenly stopped. "Alright, here we go. So two days ago, you stopped by here..."
"Asking for a potion, yes." the man blurted out, getting more impatient by the second.
"Specifically, " the shopkeeper continued "you asked for a potion of flight, it seems."
"Yes, and that's-"
"And it seems your purchase was successful!" the merchant quickly interrupted, not giving the man a chance to talk. "It's here, clear as day! One flight potion, check!"
The costumer slammed the counter once more, angrier than ever. "I don't give a damn what the book says! That was a gift for a friend of mine, you know!?"
"Well..." The woman was adamant about convincing that costumer, but it was increasingly clear that wasn't going to be possible. "...I'm sure he enjoyed soaring the blue skies!"
The man closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before suddenly leaning down, picking up the animal that was on the ground by his feet and placing it on top of the table.
"It turned him into a duck!"
A couple of seconds of awkward silence passed. Thinking back, the shopkeeper probably shouldn't have tricked the guy like that, but she thought that, as long as he was a duck, it would give her the couple of days that the potion lasted to pack up and move to another town. Little did she know the potion wasn't for himself. She thought about telling the guy that technically she didn't lie, and that his friend could very well take off if he wanted, but she reckoned being sassy wasn't an option at that point.
"Um..." She decided to break the silence. "O-oh, what's this?" Waving her hand again, a potion on one of the top shelves started slowly coming down, and with it a cloud of dust. "It seems I made a mistake and handed you the wrong potion! Eheh... heh..." The fake laughter wasn't as contagious as the merchant hoped, as the man continued as serious as when he entered the shop. "Anyway, this potion should quickly reverse the effects!" she said, as the potion finally reached the counter. "Thank you and have a nice day!"
"No way, I'm not getting out of here without my flight potion-"
"Thankyouandhaveaniceday!" The shopkeeper pushed the air in front of the adventurer, which resulted in a gust of wind throwing both man and bird out of the shop, and with a last finger snap, the door of the shop closed, locking with a click.
"Phew..." The woman took a deep breath, relieved that nightmare was over. Thankfully the sun was about to go down, so it wasn't that bad for the business. "Guess I'm closing shop early." she thought, as she went back to the counter to pick the book back up. As she gestured towards it, though, a page started shining. It didn't surprise her; that was the record it automatically generated every time a purchase happened. Just in case though, she decided to check the new page, though when she got to it, the woman froze in place. Slowly she turned around, looking at the empty spot where the potion she gave the man was. Sure enough, the label below it clearly read 'Shrinking Potion'. The shopkeeper facepalmed.
"Time to start packing up again."
For what it's worth from someone who's only posted here once, having this be monthly would allow more freedom and help create more complex stories, though there's the possibility it would also lower the activity here. I'd lean more towards monthly, but ultimately it's up to you, Rin.