PlaneShift
Gameplay => General Discussion => Topic started by: ParaSite on January 06, 2003, 02:36:58 am
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Hey there, wannabe-stars! Jayose\'s Library is looking for some books to fill our shelves! Grab your feather and ink and start writing already! All entries will be reviewed!
(Please do not copy stuff from other websites or books, we can do that ourselves :) By submitting a text to this thread you agree with it that PlaneShift may use the stories ingame. Please do not make 600 page long stories. Longer text will be splitted in several parts (if used). The books will not yet be available in the initial MB release, but will be available in an update soon after.
The stories can be about anything. It can also be a guide, a cooking book, or any other type of book.)
EDIT: Be sure to add the nickname of the writer.
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so, ya\'ll (haha) guys are actually doing that? cool
...are ya gonna be taking the good stories from the rp forum?
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Maybe, if the writer agrees.
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Ormadaire the Monk
By Stagger
There was once a young and curious monk named Ormadaire. He was of the human race and he often found that his curiosity got him into trouble. He woke up one day and said, \"Time for an adventure!\". He sneaked upon the public boat and road it for hours on end. He was going through the deep sea when out of the corner of his eye he caught the glimpse of land - but a second later it was gone. Being quite the courageous (or stupid) monk that he was, he swiftly lept off the boat and began to swim for the island. He didn\'t realize how far away it was, so when he finally reached it he had to sit for a while. He turned his back to the sea and his eyes fell upon the beautiful island. There was green palm trees filled with beautiful fruits. He was sitting there peacefully when a tree, an entire tree, came sailing out of the woods and missed his head by a foot. He quickly stood up and peered into the deep forest at the spot where it had come at him. Then he saw it. \"It\" was a 15 foot, 400 lb Ogre that was red with fury. The ogre came at him from through the forest. \"Diz be my island! Diz be my island! Yooz be ded!\" Ormadaire realized that he was in great danger. Again. He was well learned, however, and knew what to do with an enemy of this size, of this great strength...
To be continued!
Soon
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What about stuff taken of the boards of my site for example? If you guys think it\'s Ok, you know where to find it(link below the sig, \"About\" section of the site).
If anything, I would be honoured to have that published, although it\'s prolly not the richest of all the materials out there.
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Stagger, I dont want to be too critical, but I think that to write a book for Planeshift, you would have to take on the role of a writer in the world of Planeshift. A writer in the world of Planeshift would not write of sea\'s and Islands. They would write of monsters that appear in Yliakum (I dunno, maybe they do have ogre\'s).
Anyway, just trying to help. Feel free to tell me to shut-up and mind my own business if you wish.
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Yeah and your story, was a bit... short... I would say something like 1000 words atleast for a book, unless these books are just quick read things.
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Like I said, it can be anything. SOmething in the trend of Planeshift would be nice though. And books in RPG\'s usually are quick read thingies.
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OK, here\'s my first attempt at a book for PS,
A Lesson Learnt in Time
Bowrell didn\'t want to get the fruit. Bowrell never wanted to get the fruit. It was her job though, however much she hated it. What Bowrell really wanted to do was hunt. Just like her father. While her father and her uncle were out there, hunting for tommorow\'s feed, her mother made Bowrell collect the fruit from the family orchard. It wouldn\'t always be like this though. One day she would show them. Her father, her mother, the whole damn town.
She practiced every day. Even at her age, Bowrell was the sharpest shooter in town, but nobody else seemed to see it. Actually, there was one person who saw it. He was a strange man. He came to town recently. Bowrell didn\'t know why he came to town, but one day, she saw him walking past her house. She was practicing her archery as usual, shooting at a target she set up on a nearby tree. This man, very muscular, saw Bowrell shooting and stopped walking. The man just stood there watching her practice. After firing off set of arrows, Bowrell turned around. \"Hello\" she said \"Can I help you?\".
The stranger nodded in the direction of the arrow filled tree. \"Your good\" he said. Bowrell looked around at her target. There were six arrows, all sprouting out of the very center of the target. Bowrell didn\'t know what to say, so she just continued on looking at the man, making sure to keep a blank expression on her face. The well-built man, with long, thick curly hair, finally broke the silence and said \"If you wish to prove yourself, compete in Laciate, Ten days from now\". The man spun around on his heels and walked away. The man seemed to shimmer. He took the shape of a man, yet Bowrell could not be sure he was like other men.
That was nine days ago. Bowrell\'s Mother and Father would never let her go. She didn\'t even bother asking. As Bowrell stood there with a basket full of fruit, she thought to herself \"Why shouldn\'t I be allowed to go?\" \"I can make my own decisions\". Without any further thought, she dropped the basket and ran to the stable, picking up her Bow and quiver full of arrows on the way. She took her favourite horse and rode off into the sunset. It was only a day\'s ride to Laciate. She could make it by morning.
As the sun rose on the bustling town of Laciate the next morning, Bowrell was riding down the main street. She was following the crowd to a table where everyone was apparently signing up for the competition. Bowrell eventually made her way to the table and signed her name. She was given a number and made to wait for several hours, until finally her number was called out. People began to push her. She was being pushed this way and that. Then all of a sudden she was pushed out into the open. She looked around to find that she was standing in a large arena. Big iron gates slammed shut behind her. On the opposite side of the arena stood a large creature with two white tusks sprouting from it\'s jaw. The only time she ever saw one of these was when it was dead, on the dinner table. It really did look a lot more fearsome when staring straight at you. As she raised her bow, and began to draw back an arrow, the animal started to trot towards her. In the instant that she let the arrow fly, she heard a snort to her left. She whirled around to see another one trotting towords her also. She shot an arrow at the creature on the left. Then another arrow at the one to the right. Left. Right. Left. Right. No matter how many arrows she fired, these animals seemed unharmed. Then, just before the two creature\'s came withing striking distance, she felt a sting of pain from behind. \"A third? and I didn\'t even see it\". Everything seemed to pause as she was struck in the buttocks by two strong tusks. Then she was hurled through the air, breaking her ribs when she slammed into a barrier.
When she opened her eyes, everything was a blur. Bowrell shook her head, and things started to come into focus. She lay there, leaning against a barrier, with three wild creatures charging toward her. Closer and closer they got. For some reason, she began to think of the basket she dropped before leaving home, and how bruised the fruit must be. Closer and closer, her attackers got. She could feel the vibration of their hooves thumping the ground as they ran at full pace. Then in a moment of peace, an image of the strange man she saw back at home appeard before her eyes. He wore a gold band around his right bicep. The man took hold of Bowrell and everything disintegrated before her eyes.
The next thing she remembered was the man laying her down on the front steps of her house. He put his hand to her chest and she felt a warmth flow through her body. She could feel bones healing inside her body. Before Bowrell could open her mouth to ask questions, the man had left. Bowrell\'s mother opened the front door. She was crying, but stopped as soon as she saw her daughter lying there. She brought her inside, and Bowrell told her all that had happened. Her parents were just glad that she was home and safe.
So, Bowrell was good at shooting tree\'s, but now she could see why hunting was so dangerous. She promised her parents that she would never do something so foolish again. And as for the strange man, Talad he said his name was, Bowrell never saw him again.
- Silverblade, the tale-bringer
(lol, or just Silverblade)
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Well, I kind of got that author itch during my lunch break today and here is what spewed out. It is part one of a \"not yet named\" story that takes place in Yliakum. It mentions my PS/rpg alter-ego, but focuses on a Ylian girl name Asuria. Part 2 will be done in a couple days (or when I get another chance where I can\'t get access to the PS code). I\'m guessing there will be 5-6 parts/ chapters, but we\'ll see as the story unfolds.
Part 1
The steady dripping of water is annoying, regardless of how long you?ve lived with it. Small drops rhythmically descended from the high roof of the cavern, dampening the small alley in which Asuria crouched. Annoyed by the late night encounter, she constantly asked herself, ?Why am I doing this??. Mentally repeating the phrase like a mantra, she strained her ears trying to catch hints of footfalls. Occasionally, Asuria peeked around the stonework to check the progress of the Azure Sun. Its light was feeble, giving away the early hour, but the small magical bracelet around her wrist kept her from loosing her visual acuteness. It was the only thing she had left of her father and it had saved her life many times.
Far off, faint echoes resolved into the steady clicking of boot heels on paving stone. Even though the sounds were from several streets away, Asuria?s cautious nature implored her to step farther into the alley. Squishing sounds and foul odors accompanied the backward movement as her feet found the soft slick footing of the alley. Nausea overcame Asuria and she quickly covered her mouth as the dry-heave reflex came.
Slowly, the sickness passed, but not before her minute sounds gave away her position. Shadows moved as a haggard Ynnwn stepped into the mouth of the alley. Her bracelet let her see his ragged dirty clothes, his old and bent physique, and his wrinkled maroon skin, but his real presence was marked by his stench. If she had not been in the putrid alley, Asuria would probably been able to locate the man by scent alone. Additional unpleasant aromas instantly began to permeate the alley, causing Asuria to heave again under the olfactory assault.
The ragged Ynnwn?s mouth spilt into a devious smile over his rotting teeth and gums. He deftly reached beneath his rag-like clothing to produce an overly ornate blade. Asuria tried desperately to shift into a more defensible stance and draw her own dagger, but the slickness of the alley floor kept denying her the balance she needed.
Out of the corner of her eye, Asuria noticed a third figure entering the fray. A lithe, hooded form was beginning to stand-up on the roof of a house across the street, abandoning the cover of its chimney. Suddenly, dark crackling energy leaped into the alley, slamming into the Ynnwn beggar?s back. His chest ripped forth and life-blood sprayed across the alley wall. His smile was gone, replaced by a look of horror and shock as his now life-less corpse began to succumb to gravity. Asuria quickly braced herself against the opposite wall to avoid an awkward entanglement with the body of her would-be assassin.
The dark roof-top form shifted, stretched its now visible wings, and glided down to the alley entrance. This was Asuria?s current employer. A Klyros she knew only as Kinshadow. That was of course not his real name, some sort of reference to ancestral worship, but what employer would give their real name to a tomb robber anyway?
?Your gods will not save you if you do not make sure you are not followed.? whispered Kinshadow as he stepped forwarded. Asuria did not realize she spoken the small prayer to Laanx aloud. Talking to yourself is not a good habit for a thief.
?Thanks for your personal intervention. Do you have the payment?? Asuria asked, trying exceptionally hard to not make her voice carry.
Kinshadow simply smirked under his cowl and reached into his belt pouch to produce a tooth sized red gem. The gem emitted a faint orange glow that pulsed like that of a slow steady heartbeat. After a moment of Asuria staring at the gem in his hand, he cocked his head and impatiently asked, ?Do you have the rod??
?Of course, of course?, Asuria responded as she broke her trance with the beautiful gem. She quickly unslung the small pack she carried and began to dig through the assorted odds and ends that it contained. Moments later, she pulled her hand from her pack, revealing an intricately carved black metal rod, as thick as a dwarfs thumb and as long as her forearm.
Kinshadow?s eyes flared with desire and he snatched the rod from her hand. He hurriedly tossed the gem to her and turned to leave. ?I will see you again in a week to give you my next request.? Kinshadow whispered as he began to walk quickly and quietly down the street. His form became gradually translucent and then invisible within a few steps of his departure. A magical aura persisted for several seconds after his leaving.
Asuria pocketed the gem and frowned at her employer?s abruptness. She shifted her thoughts the beggar, wondering how he had followed her and where he got the nice dagger he carried. With precise movements she searched and hid the body, taking only the troubling blade. She would study that in more detail when she got home.
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Shutup everyone! I\'m about to add a thrilling end to my great story:
...and then he died.
I\'ll be available for autographs in an hour!
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Well, here\'s part 2 for all you PS fanatsy lovin\' kiddies out there. I\'ve decided to temporarily title the story \"Planeshift - The Quest of Lineage\", but that is still up for debate. Whenever I\'m done with the story, I\'ll probably refine it a bit (fix any setting errors and smoothe out some of the descriptions) and stick the end work on the web some where.
EDIT: Just to clarify, if refered to in game (via a Library Book), the story is called \"The Quest of Lineage\". If posted anywhere else, it is called \"Planeshift - The Quest of Lineage\" (Kind of like that of other book/short story series/genres/settings like Forgotten Realms, Dark Sun, etc).
BTW, all the work (and its characters) is copyrighted by me and is released under the Planeshift license. Do not reproduce these words without mention of the author (Brian \'Kinshadow\' Murray).
Part 2
Despite her success that night, Asuria remained frustrated. An angry twist of her arm sent the newly acquired dagger into her bedroom door. She had already spent several hours that night trying to make sense of the arcane symbols to no avail. Grudgingly she pushed herself out of the lumpy bed to retrieve dagger. Her brother would ask questions if he saw it there.
Being eight years younger than her, Surin had that pre-teen inquisitiveness that irked everyone he met. Surin had never met their mother, with her dying at birth and all, and their father had died a mere four years later in a mining accident. Asuria was his only real family, supporting them with odd and usually illegal jobs.
Recently, life has been good. A twist of fate happened to get her a reputation as a talented tomb robber. Tomb robbing was not a common job in Yilakum, where the corpses of the dead were usually disposed of but tossing them in the abyss. Only people who are both important and eccentric get sealed in tombs. Even then, the tombs are usually more like memorials with no actual corpse to speak of. Little of value is kept in these vaults, usually personal items. The pay off is when the person was a sorcerer and ancient magic items are mistaken for personal ?trash?. Despite the lack of worth, family members still tend to trap the tombs honoring their loved ones to discourage snoopers. That combined with the fact that they are usually located deep in the Stone Labyrinths makes the job less than desirable. The mining skills of her father, a quick mind, and an unusual dose of luck has kept her alive so far. A steady stream of specific treasure requests (sometimes with tomb locations and information) for the last two years have kept the two orphans off the streets and well fed. Most of the well paying requests were from the mysterious Kinshadow figure, but her reputation insured her that other (if not as well funded) relic hungry mages were eager to wait in line.
Asuria pried the knife from the door and tossed it a nearby drawer. The growling of her stomach urged her to open the door and make her way down to the kitchen. Asuria and Surin rented a pair of rooms above a cobblers shop in a ?not-quite-seedy? area of town. For the most part, order was insured by the town guard, but not so much she couldn?t sneak around when she needed.
The kitchen always contained some bread and cheese to nibble on and Asuri helped herself wondering who could have a grudge against her. Who else knew of the drop location or the job in general? She had stolen several similar rods for Kinshadow in the past, but he always insisted on secret meeting places, and took great measures to insure no word was said to anyone about their activities.
Asuria finished her meal and went to bed as the city rose for a busy day. Dark troubles weighed heavy on her mind and she would not have a restful sleep.
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Kinshadow?s magical darkness faded as he strode into his workshop. Tossing his ji-gi cloak aside, he opened up a black lacquered box on his worktable in the middle of the room. Four black rods laid inside the box, each with its own indentation in green velvet interior. The two empty indentations made the set look wrongly incomplete. With swift hand motions, Kinshadow drew the new rod from the secret pocket dimension in which he?d hidden it and placed by its brethren.
A thin smile crept across his face as he looked on the newest member of his collection. Each of the black rods was carved differently; each representing the deeds of the original owners in more detail than most could imagine possible. These were the Us-Si Lim, or Soul Rods, of the greatest of his ancestors since his kind journeyed to the caves of the Azure Sun. Their magic is not apparent to any not of the lineage and without a magical talent. The rods not only tell the story of the individual, but also hold the great knowledge and experience that person held. Unfortunately, the power and knowledge one can gain from and individual rod does not compared to wealth that they hold. Only a set of rods working together in a hive-mind can unlock the power they contain.
The quest to own his own lineage of rods has consumed the one known as Kinshadow for many years. With his recent public political success, he gained access to the libraries of knowledge that most citizens Yilakum do not have the privilege to view. The locations and intricacies of his key ancestors tombs were then only a matter of research and persistence. His secrecy insured he did not gain a negative public opinion and kept political opponents from drawing the wrong conclusions about his sorcerous ways.
EDIT (to specifically mention the PS political structure :) ): This attitude was not uncommon among newly appointed Vigesimi who did not inherit the position. Unlike the Internal Circle, politics in the External Circle can sometimes be turbulent.
Kinshadow concentrated deeply on the new Us-Si Lim, experiencing as much as the sole rod would let him. Several hours passed and his focus remained absolute as he wove the spells necessary. Only when the hard leather sap smashed into the back of his head, did he realize he was not alone.
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The word \"Planeshift\" is not known to the citizens of Yliakum. Its just the title of the program.
Make sure that you include writing about government and religion, such as what is already on the website.
Also someone should write some kind of myths about the surface.
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I knew there was something I was going to ask yesterday!
So, do we really know anything about what is on the surface, or is it a total mystery?
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Well, here is part 3. Same (c) as before and let me know if there are setting problems.
Part 3
Asuria woke to hard punching of her younger brother.
?Get up, mud head!?, Surin chided as she struggled desperately to ignore him. ?There is a stranger downstairs asking for you and I don?t like his looks.?
Asuria shot wide awake and grabbed her brother firmly, ?What does look like?. who is he?!?
?Let go, he?s just some fancy ?up-stag?, rich fellow. A Diaboli dressed all in greens and purple.? Surin spurted as he slipped away from his sister. ?Master Hobilstin has almost sold the picker a second pair of boots!? The cobbler who owned the building, and lived on the third floor, was such a good salesman that he could sell hiking shoes to Mounted Defender.
Asuria did not like this attention after last nights adventure. The fellow could be innocent, an employer or a messenger from one, but she wasn?t about to take that chance. Besides, she always went to great lengths to make sure her employers knew nothing about her residence.
?Go to your room and lock the door until I tell you to come out. No arguing, this could be dangerous.? Asuria said in soft direct tones. Surin got his sister?s meaning and quickly exited the room, shutting the door behind him.
Without a sound, a dark form stepped out of the corner previously concealed by the closed door. ?Do not be startled, I am here to help.? Kinshadow said as he took a seat in the room?s only chair, the magical shadows of his disguise flowing onto the worn wood of the old furniture.
Asuia nearly jumped out of her skin seeing the enigmatic stranger in her room. Still dressed in the clothes from the night before, she jumped out of her bed and pulled open the drawer holding the knife she pulled off the beggar.
?Looking for this?? Kinshadow said with a hint of amusement in his voice as he flourished the silver dagger. ?It is inscribed with runes of power, bidding a specific ?weak minded? individual to a someone that is now my enemy. The man down stairs holds a similar dagger and will undoubtedly kill you if you give him the chance. I was attacked earlier by another of my enemies minions, but the attacker did not expect my ?wards of protection? to last so long.? One of the few tricks he had learned from the Us-Si Lim.
?How did you find this out?? Asuria inquired.
?The weak minded can be a surprising wealthy fountain of knowledge if properly motivated.? Kinshadow mused as withdrew a second dagger covered in drying blood.
Asuria grimaced, having no taste for torture or its like. Trying to gain composure, Asuria began to slowly rub the temples of her head and mouthed a quick blessing of Laanx. ?Why would they want to kill me, I have no knowledge of your plots and schemes.?
?They don?t know that and wouldn?t believe you if you told them. Besides, if they think I?m unconscious, then they are only after you for insurance reasons.?
Asuria saw the truth in the dark Klyros?s words. A slight depression overcame her and she sat heavily on the lumpy mattress of her bed. ?Then it is pointless; Surin and I will have to move to a lower level or flee into the Stone Labyrinth!?
?Untrue, my faithful thief. These attackers are but pawns used against their will. If we destroy their controller, you and I will have nothing to fear.?
Asuria brightened a bit and firmed her determination. ?Then lets do it and you owe me big. Where can we find the head-of-the-snake as it were??
?Your right, I do owe you? Kinshadow affirmed as he tossed a gem into the air. Four times the size of the firestone she was given earlier. Asuria beamed at her newfound wealth. The dark stranger stood, moving fluidly toward the door. ?And we can find this snake in the last tomb you?ll ever need to loot.?
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You can use The Fall of Armen (look in RP forum)
Also...
After the Beanstalk
You all know, I am sure, the story of Jack and the Beanstalk. Boy trades cow for beans, mother throws beans out a window, beans grow, boy runs up and down beanstalk carrying off a big scary ogre?s gold, goose, and harp, ogre chases boy down vine, boy chops down vine, ogre dies. And they all live happily ever after, right? (Except for the ogre, that is) Well, they do when the book usually ends. But afterwards?that is a different story.
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Jack yawned and took a sip of water from the pitcher on the table in front of him. He began speaking again, saying, ?Lay lay lay lay lay lay?? It was bad enough that his mother wanted ever greater amounts of money from that cursed goose that laid golden eggs, but now the large amount of gold in the market decreased its price considerably. (Of course, a goose laying many times its body weight in gold completely violated the law of conservation of matter, but since nobody knew about that law, nobody cared.) Now he had to stay awake late into the night saying that accursed word ?lay? over and over in order to produce enough money to satisfy her. Exhausted, he fell asleep.
Slesai lurked among the bushes around the house. A skilled thief, he had observed Jack?s activities for days. Now he noted Jack falling asleep and crept towards the door. He pulled out his LockPicker 500 (patent pending) and skillfully picked the lock of the front door. As he sneaked through the house, through the long corridors lined with doors, he found the room in which the goose lay, half-dead from laying so many eggs. He stepped up to the table, ready to grab the goose, but a searing pain shot up his big toe. Barely suppressing a grunt, he looked down to see a mousetrap sprung on his foot. Slesai blindly rushed out of the house, for he knew that Jack might wake up at any minute from the noise. He darted out of the door, not noticing the writing on the doormat, which read ?Welcome. Please avoid the mousetraps.?
Jack woke and noticed that one of the many mousetraps scattered about the room was missing. He was pleased that his traps had worked, but became uneasy as he realized that there were some people who now wanted to steal his source of wealth. ?Those fools are trying to steal what I rightfully stole,? he mumbled and began to repeat ?lay? again.
A few uneventful days passed; that is, Jack repeated ?lay? without interruption or attempts of theft. Daily, his mother went to town, exhibiting the magical harp for crowds, who paid ten copper coins each (some grumbled about exorbitant pricing) for admission. Every night the harp was placed inside a safe, which was stored within a vault, which was guarded by ten hired soldiers and two bloodhounds. Ironically, despite going to such lengths to protect the harp, Jack?s mother considered Jack enough guard for the goose.
The next would-be thief was a wizard. In Jack?s realm, the few wizards that were left were nothing like the mysterious and well-off wizards that one would expect. Due to rampant skepticism, they were so poor that many were dressed in rags and were mere entertainers. They were so destitute that they were obliged to shave their beards, since many a heckler had accused them of hiding the secret to their tricks inside their beards.
This wizard, Elbmub, was no exception. In rags he crept down to the vault, cast a magical sleep upon the unsuspecting guards and dogs, and quietly opened the vault and safe (magically of course). When he was about to retrieve the harp, however, he was shocked to hear it scream ?Master, master!? He quickly dropped the harp, exited the building (magically), and wondered at the harp?s ability to talk as well as play. Apparently, he was too poor to afford the ten copper coins admission; otherwise he would have heard the harp talk at its performances. Two rooms away, Jack sprang awake, but was characteristically too late to do anything.
Sadly, the stress of the attempted theft proved too much for Elbmub. As soon as he found his way back to the town, he collapsed in the street, only regaining consciousness the next afternoon. The local newspaper, the Generic Herald, which was short on news that day, printed the following note:
?Elbmub Eeb, well known as an entertainer, was found collapsed in Main Street today. He is expected to make a full recovery. However, he told the Herald while his doctor was performing surgery, that had he died, he would have liked his last words to be ?argh?. His collapse was apparently due to ?Something about his heart?, according to his doctor. We all hope for his continued recovery, for he was the epitome of a good citizen: successful, honest, and with a good heart. Metaphorically speaking, of course.?
The mystery of the vault-breaking remained unexplained for a long time. A guard mumbled something about a wizard, but everyone laughed them down. ?Those charlatans couldn?t open a lock with a key!? Jack?s mother exclaimed.
Again, several days passed without incident, but the next incident was large indeed. News came of an invasion force from the neighboring kingdom of Aralynn, who came to take the goose and harp by force. Jack, ever the obedient son, prepared at once for battle, strapping a frying pan to his hand and wielding a spatula. His mother bravely hid inside their house and said, ?Come back with your frying pan or in it!?
Jack tramped over fields and roads, wishing that he had waited for the Aralynian army at home rather than going to them. He shook a stone out of his shoe, and strode on.
Meanwhile, in the Aralynian camp, a scout brought to his general, Lord Tnagorra, word of a lone soldier marching upon their camp. Tnagorra immediately gave the order for the army to slowly and quietly advance.
As the huge army crawled forward, a herald strode ahead of it. Drawing a deep breath, he shouted loudly enough for the hills to ring, ?ALL HAIL LORD TNAGORRA THE OMNIPOTENT!?
?Quiet, fool! We?re supposed to be sneaking up on him. He?s not supposed to hear us!? Tangorra hissed to the herald.
?I?m sorry, lord, but this has to be done the proper way. ALL HAIL LORD TNAGORRA THE OMNIPOTENT!?
Tnagorra sighed, resigned to the necessity of an attack of force rather than of surprise. The herald tried again, but his voice was nearly useless. ?ALL hail?agh?LORD??.
?Why don?t you just blow a fanfare??
?An excel?agh?ent id?ea?.? The herald drew a horn and blew a loud and lengthy fanfare.
By now Jack could plainly see the army. ?Who are you and what is your aim?? he yelled, waving his spatula threateningly.
Trying to be heard above the fanfare, Lord Tnagorra yelled, ?We are the Legion of Aralynn, and we are here to take the goose that lays golden eggs!?
The fanfare blew still louder, trying to be heard above the yelling. Jack responded, ?You?ll pry it out of my dead hands. Wait?it appears that I don?t have it, so it won?t be in my hands. But still, I will oppose your theft!?
?Silence, boy, you are ten thousand times outnumbered!? Tnagorra?s voice was very strained now, and he yelled to the herald, ?Stop blowing that stupid fanfare!?
?You told me to blow it, didn?t you??
?Yes, but don?t keep blowing it! Just a few notes and that?s all, you hear??
Jack, now no more than twenty feet from Tnagorra, waited for the exchange to finish, and he finally said to Tnagorra, ?You?re right. I have no chance fighting, and there is no honor in defeating an outnumbered man. Therefore we shall duel in wits, where numbers mean little.?
?Honor? What?s honor??Oh right, that thing. Very well, I accept. Lay down your challenge.?
Jack produced a box from his cloak. ?As you can see, this box has a lock. If you can find a way to open the box without damaging it, you shall have the goose. If you cannot and I open it, you shall return to Aralynn defeated.?
A wave of laughter swept over the Aralynians. Tnagorra said, ?Fool boy, you challenge a general of Aralynn to such a simple task? It is a simple combination lock! All I have to do is find the correct combination.? Without a pause, he set to work on the lock.
Several hours passed, and Tnagorra was still unable to open the lock. He passed it to his hired assassin, who was also unable to open it. Finally, having called a council and concluding that the box could not be opened, he returned it to Jack.
?Nice try, boy, attaching a lock that could not be opened. Still, the terms state quite clearly that you must be able to open the box as well. My advisors were very clear on this point. You said, ?If you cannot and I open it, you shall return to Aralynn defeated,? meaning, or so I was told, that you have to open it as well. Let us see your wits best us in that, sirrah!?
?Very well, I shall.? Jack took the box and turned it over a few times. ?You see, once he had determined that the lock could not be opened, a true man of wits would have looked for another way to open it. Now, if you look on this side?? he pushed cleverly concealed button and the box opened, ??you will see that it is quite a simple matter! Now, will you do the honorable thing and retreat??
One of Tnagorra?s advisors whispered to him, ?This is an outrage! We cannot let this happen! It will ruin our reputation!?
Tnagorra replied, ?Well, what do you expect us to do??
?Why, kill the boy, of course!? The advisor was fond of exclamation points.
?But?we can?t do that. The supernatural power enforcing fair play might get us! It?s happened many times in stories such as these all around the world.?
?Come now! You are too well learned to believe in supernatural powers enforcing fair play! Everyone knows that they don?t exist!? Instantly, lightning leapt out of a clear sky and struck the advisor, leaving in his place a pair of smoking sandals, upon which was traced the words ?Yes, we do?. The Aralynian army quickly fled.
Jack finally made it home, weary and hungry. His mother greeted him at the door, but Jack shuffled up to his room and fell asleep. When he awoke the next day, he told his mother that he had decided that the goose and harp were simply too much trouble to keep. His mother agreed, since her 50 newly hired guards and two ?magical wards? had eaten up their previous profit and threatened their financial future. They traded the harp for a cow and had goose for dinner that night, and lived in destitute poverty (but very happily) ever after.
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Well, here\'s part 4. Copyright, blah, blah. As you have probably noticed (if indeed anyone is actually reading this thread :] ), I have taken a few liberites with the planshift fiction and made up things not well defined or looked over completely. If settings info comes to conflict the story at a later date, then I will revise. If it conflicts it now, please let me know.
Part 4
EDIT: Changed a little bit of the first part for clarification.
Kinshadow?s magic easily overpowered the well-dressed lackey asking after Asuria and Surin. Bound by invisible magic bands, the Diaboli squirmed and twisted on the floor of Asuria?s bedroom. With a wave of his hand, the Klyros sorcerer covered the room in a ?ward of silence?, so his prisoner?s cries could not be heard. Carefully, Kinshadow drew the Diaboli?s silver dagger and began to cast a series of spells.
?What are you doing?? Asuria asked, leaning over the sorcerer?s shoulder as he knelt over the victim.
?I am temporarily altering the magic of the dagger.? Kinshadow said as he touched the tip of the dagger to the Diaboli?s exposed chest. Spittle flew as a scream ripped forth and the prisoner arched his back. Black sparks of energy rippled across the surface of the lackey?s skin. ?Only pain brought by the tool the slavery may awaken the mind beneath. He will thank me later for helping him.?
Asuria very well doubted that as she exited the room into the hall. Though no sounds of screams could be heard outside the bedroom, Asuria shivered with dread thoughts.
Several minutes passed before she dared to enter again. The prisoner was quiet and still and she could not discern if he was dead or merely unconscious. Kinshadow still knelt over the body and was casting a spell.
?I have suspended him. I will free him of the spell once we have taken care of his master. For now, we will store him here.? The dark sorcerer stated as he began lifting the catatonic form of the henchman, propping him up in Asuria?s closet. ?After the attack, I retraced the methods of my research. Someone has noticed my hiring of you and has found the pattern I had wished to remain hidden. I tracked them to their home only to find they have set out to raid the final tomb, while I was incapacitated. The knowledge of the man who tracked you here confirms my suspicions. This cannot be allowed to happen. We must reach the tomb ahead of them and I am counting on your skill and my magic to make up for the lost time.? Three silver pommels now peaked from the confines his belt pouch.
?But why go to all this trouble? Who are these people? Will these artifacts hurt them??
?No, not directly. They believe that my possession of these items will increase my power and that their possession of them will give them influence over me. They are ignorant of the specifics of my work and what the artifacts represent.?
?Alright, but that still doesn?t tell me who they are.? Asuria tightened her eyes and frowned at the sorcerer.
?Telling you that would give you clues to my identity. That is something I am not prepared to tell you.? Kinshadow said in a very serious one.
Preparations for the hunt were done with haste. The cobbler was informed that Surin needed looking after and street merchants provided what supplies were needed. Asuria always kept a full gear pack ready, just in case running was the only option.
Soon the thief and the sorcerer were passing through the Bronze Doors into the Stone Labyrinth. The traffic around the Doors was not particularly heavy with farmers or hunters with no particular migration seasons to exploit. Kinshadow kept himself wrapped in his unusual cloak and concealed by magical shadows, unwilling to give up his identity even in the darkness of the tunnels. Few travelers openly took notice of this, recognizing that it might be unhealthy to stare.
For miles the pair traveled, walking the endless maze. Countless tunnels merged and re-split, straining the skills of both adventurers. Every so often, Kinshadow would throw a cantrip that magically outlined his queries? footsteps. Asuria kept them clear of the obvious dangers. Predators that hunt by heat, poisonous fungi that blend in with rocks, and false floors that drop out at any moment. There were a great many areas in the Stone Labyrinth to avoid and Asuria knew them all too well.
Past great crevasses, through groves of giant mushrooms, and down into the tunnels they journeyed. Fields of stalagmites and slippery cavern floors kept the pace agonizingly slow. They avoided any hunters and gathers that they sensed, fearing that the passersby would give them away to the ones they hunted. The path of their prey led into a set of artificial tunnels, ancient beyond reckoning. As they journeyed farther, the air became more damp and stagnant, hinting that there was no through passage. Finally, after walking several miles into the tunnels, Kinshadow placed his arm on Asuria?s shoulder and crouched low to the ground.
?They are just around that bend in the tunnel. They are disguised by a magical barrier, else we would be able to see the light they carry and the sound they make.? He whispered, pointing to a curve 80 feet ahead and up slope. Kinshadow placed his hand inside the darkness of his cowl as if to rub his chin ?I believe they have already found the tomb. We need a plan of attack.?
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As promised, the saga continues......
Part 5
Lounging against the tunnel wall, a gossamer clad female Enkidukai preened herself. She wore yellow silken robes heavy with gilding and a golden mask covering her upper face. Toiling in front of her, two Krans heaved on thick metal chains attached to a coverstone embedded in the tunnel wall. A fist sized gem lay upon them tunnel floor, emitting a soft green light to see by.
?Both of the Krans are carrying silver daggers.? Asuria whispered as she and Kinshadow crouched under a ?ward of invisibility?. They had managed to creep to almost 20 feet from the grunting Kran?s.
Suddenly, the coverstone cracked, causing one of the attached chains to break free. The Kran holding the chain fell heavily to the ground, sliding across the tunnel. With a harsh grinding sound, the rest stone fell halfway forward and blackness could be seen beyond. The Kran that was still standing dropped his chain and grabbed the outside of the exposed stone?s edge. The Enkidukai stopped her cleaning and began to watch as her slave struggled to dislodge the rest of the stone.
With a large thud, the stone fell quickly away, revealing a small closet like room with stone shelves. Asuria felt an indescribable horror as she watched the air around the opening ripple and turn the standing Kran to dust, his silver dagger clanking as it hit the ground. Most of the traps she had seen were one shot, but very deadly without proper care.
The Enkidukai sneered as she stepped over the resulting rubble to get at the cache. ?Get to your feet slave, I do not have time waste on your clumsiness.?
The remaining Kran was slowly rising to his feet, a bit disoriented from his earlier fall. The trap spell had damaged one of his feet and he would probably not walk the same again. The magic of the trap must have been truly great to penetrate the natural defenses of a Kran.
?Now!? Kinshadow said as he stood, letting the magical ward go. Asuria immediately cocked her arm and threw a potion Kinshadow had given her moments before. Her aim proved true and soon the Kran?s face was covered in a thick black goop. Rage boiled out stone man as he thrashed about and tried to attack the opponents he could not see.
Kinshadow sidestepped the Kran?s clumsy swings to throw a dark bolt of energy at the masked woman. Caught by surprise, she was unable to fully block the magical blast despite the wards protecting her. Her delicate form was knocked back along the tunnel floor, slamming into a wall 30 feet away. The golden mask of the sorceress tinged loudly on the stone floor as it was knock free by blast.
Concentrating on his spell, Kinshadow was unable to avoid the second set wild swings. A crunching sound was heard as the Kran?s stony fist connected with the dark sorcerer?s gaunt shoulder. Immense pain shot threw Kinshadow?s mind he struggled to keep his balance. Gritting his teeth and stumbling over rubble-strewn floor, the Klyros made his way to the unconscious form of his enemy and began searching through her belongings with his one good arm. The intense agony rippled through his body causing silver specs to flow over his vision, making the task all that more difficult.
Meanwhile, the Kran had stopped thrashing and was concentrating on clearing his vision. Just as he began to see again and move toward his prone master?s position, Kinshadow withdrew a silver hued crystal and threw it against the tunnel floor. As the shards scattered, the Kran slowed and stopped in the middle of the tunnel.
The seconds stretched by as the Kran resurveyed his surroundings. Neither Kinshadow nor Asuria moved; each perched on the balls of their feet in anticipation.
?RROOOLLL?EEEKKK!!? the Kran cried as he barreled awkwardly toward Kinshadow and the Enkidukai. The damaged leg allowed the Klyros sorcerer enough time to dive out of stone man?s way. Unfortunately, the abundant rubble made Kinshadow?s actions less than graceful and he unintentionally landed on his shattered arm. The pain overwhelmed him and blackness came rushing in.
The Kran ran head first, trampling his former master. The sickening sounds of cracking bones and gushing blood filled the tunnels. For several minutes, the stone man pummeled the sorceress into the barren ground. Very little of her was left when he finally stopped and began to sob.
By this time Asuria had begun to concentrate on reviving Kinshadow and getting him out of the raging Kran?s way. Even when the noise stopped, she refused to look at the gore covered stone man. Imagined horrors screamed in the back of her mind and she would not sleep well for a very long time.
Despite his unconscious state, the magical shadows still clung to the Klyros. Asuria could not see his face, but she knew he had regained some of his faculties from the groaning noises he made.
?She killed my brother, Rol?Ek.? The Kran said, still standing with his head hung low in the puddle of fur and goo. The sobbing sounds made his words hard to pick out.
Having done what she could for Kinshadow?s injuries, Asuria began to gather the items from the tomb into he backpack. With a sigh of relief she placed the long sought after black rod on top. At least the journey was not a waste. She turned to the sobbing Kran, striving desperately to only look at his sullen face, and said, ?We are journeying back to Yliakum and you are welcome to join us.?
The stone features of the Kran?s face picked up a bit at Asuria?s words. He stared at her and then Kinshadow?s now moving form for several moments before speaking. ?Thank you. Thank you for freeing me. Thank you for helping avenge my brother. My name is For?Ek. I will be honored to accompany you and I will carry the injured dark one.?
?That is most gracious of you For?Ek. I am Asuria and the sorcerer is known as Kinshadow.? Asuria said as she picked up anything of value left on the ground. This included the silver daggers dropped by the Kran and the gold mask worn by the Enkidukai. Asuria would not go anywhere near the bloody mess nor the items it contained.
On the way back to Yliakum, the three looked an odd company. The series of odd tales concerning a very weary and overburdened Ylian woman leading a Kran, half covered in gore, who was carrying a broken shadowy Klyros were told at taverns by observers for weeks to come.
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Just to alieviate any suspense my sparse readers may have, here is the conclusion to the story.......
Part 6
The night they arrived back in Yliakum, Asuria had a local physician mend the injured sorcerer and laid him down in her bed while she slept in Surin?s room. The following morning, she found three things missing: the Klyros, the catatonic Diaboli from her closet, and the black rod from her pack. A short note was affixed to her with one of the silver daggers. It read, ?I will keep my promise. ?Kinshadow?.
Weeks went by without a word from the sorcerer. Asuria and Surin had become good friends with For?Ek and life was becoming relaxing for a change. She sold the extra trinkets from the tomb with the exception of the golden mask. The news of a missing Xacha Vigesimi prompted her to reexamine the item. While worn, the mask changed the wearer into the form of an Enkidukai. Unfortunately, the transformation takes ten minutes to change the wear?s form in either direction, explaining why she had not seen evidence of the magic by the tomb. Thoughts of the magic made Asuria wonder about the true nature of her dark employer.
With Asuria?s new wealth, she had taken up the habit of enjoying an occasional ale at a local tavern called Kada-El?s, named for its elven hostess and owner. On several occasions, she would meet For?Ek after he had completed a long day at the forge. He would introduce her to the tavern?s regulars and their time would be filled with laughter.
It was during one of these indulgences with some newly acquired friends that Asuria sensed a light in the room grow slightly dimmer. Turning her head, she saw the shadow covered form of her Klyros employer framed in the doorway. The room grew instantly hushed. Asuria bade her friends to stay seated and that the man was harmless.
As she approached the sorcerer to one side of the entrance he said ?I don?t know if I would call myself ?harmless?.? Obvious amusement filled his voice. ?I am here to keep my word. There will be no more tomb robbing for you.? Kinshadow reached beneath his cloak and produced two scrolls tied with red ribbons.
A perplexed expression slid over the thief?s face as she unrolled the scrolls. After a quick examination, Asuria exclaimed, ?These are entrance letters for the Yliakum Academy. There is one here for both my brother and I.?
Kinshadow?s cowl bobbed in agreement. ?I pulled some strings.?
?But I am too old for the academy.? Asuria said in a lower tone. Sadness filled her voice.
?You are too old for the general studies, but not the city apprenticeships. Academy students can choose to apprentice to any city sponsored trade, from magi to blacksmith to city guard. Besides, you already know how to read and can probably run circles around other students with your knowledge of ancient history knowledge.?
Asuria blushed and clutched the letters to her chest. ?Thank you my dark friend. You have indeed kept your promise.?
Kinshadow shied away as Asuria leaned to embrace him. ?My arm is not healed? the sorcerer said, his voice giving away his tender emotions. With great care he brushed her face with one of his clawed hands. ?I am eager to see you progress in a more worth while occupation. Make your life count.? With that, the cloaked figured back away and headed through the tavern?s door. The unmistakable sound of cheering was heard as he exited onto the street.
Fin.
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Well, that was the first short story I have ever written. It has a few rough edges and needs work on the transitions. I?m going to re-work it a little and add material so that the reader doesn?t have to read the PS history for it to make since. Once I do my rework, I?ll put it up on the web somewhere and post the link in the RP forum.
There were several items in the story that were placed there for inclusion in the next short story I write. That will probably be about Asuria and Surin?s time at the Academy and will be a lot more ?thought out? than this one (should I be blessed with enough time and slow work days, that is). Subsequently, it will probably be considerably longer. Speaking of which, here are some setting things to note that are not in the history/etc. that I have taken liberties with.
Yliakum Academy ? The premier educational institution of the city(ies). Not many get full schooling there (tuition and tests keep most out), but training is open to all for a fee. Full education is in 2-3 four year phases. Four years of general education (reading, history, etc.) followed by two optional 4 year pseudo-apprenticeships). The school might be a nice game mechanic for every new player to receive one (or two) training scrolls (or you may be paid in scrolls for completing a quest). You give them to a trainer in the scroll and get a ?leg up? in your desired profession. Or it might be a nice place for players of certain skill sets to start.
Mounted Defenders ? A combination city guard and standing army that both supplements the Watch and patrols the safe areas of the Labyrinths. MDs pilot the typical ?flying beasts? in addition to some ground beasts. The ground beasts will be mentioned in the next story and will I understand if they not in the game.
Magic Wards ? A term to used refer to the persistent and maintainable spell effects. I purposely did not mention the schools (or Ways) of magic. This was mostly due to the fact that I didn?t want to classify the spells wrong and that I thought the spell groups? names sounded kind of silly. I was wondering if more arcane/serious names can be used in conjunction with the current color based names.
Magic Items ? There were several items in this story that may make nice in-game items. These include the bracelet of dark vision, the mask of shape-shifting (but only to one form), and the magic light gem. The silver daggers and black rods are story items and should not be PC possessable items. But, for an in-game plot tool?.
If you think my writing sucks the phonics monkey, then you are probably right. My formal education is in engineering (supplemented by a considerable amount of fantasy/sci-fi book reading) and I am no Author C. Clark. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.
As a side note, if you are looking for good underground inspiration, try reading the Drow Elf (Drizzt Do?Urden?s story by R.A. Salvatore) series in the Forgotten Realms DND genre.
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Just gonna say, kingshadow, i actually didnt read it, it looks really long, im sure its pretty good too, just dont know how many people would want to take the time to read soemthing that long in game, otherwise keep it up! great job!
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Originally posted by kyalin
Just gonna say, kingshadow, i actually didnt read it, it looks really long, im sure its pretty good too, just dont know how many people would want to take the time to read soemthing that long in game, otherwise keep it up! great job!
Thanks, I guess it takes an aquired taste to get into the longer fantasy reading (*cough* Robert Jordan *cough*). :D
Perhaps the books in-game should have their length in addition to ratings/etc in the description. I know some people (especial hard-core role players) that like in-depth game related fiction to dig into. This kind of non-legend/real-story stuff apeals more to them anyway. I know that I enjoy pen and paper RPing a lot more after I have read a related novel or short story.
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Its kinda off topic....but actually i really like the Robert Jordan books, and ive read the first 7 of the series so far, maybe i will have to go back through and read yours...
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I read RJ too.. the last book, Crossroads of Twilight, SUCKED! X(
This is what RJ had us wait two years for?!
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Nice story Kin. :-)
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Ways of the warrior
...being a powerfull and reknowned warrior, a dream and goal to many a man, kran, diablo or any other creature for that matter. Often i see people running of into the depths of the labyrinths rushing of to find nothing than an early death.
To become a powerfull warrior there are a few virtues that a person must have and a few things he should do and more importantly a few things that he shouldn\'t do.
Patience and calmness are very important qualities for a warrior. Yyou might not accomplish your goal as fast as possible when you stay calm and take on new things slowly but the chances of accomplishing those goals will be a lot higher.
Caution, when you wander of in the unknown always be on your gaurd proceed slowly, you never know what danger lurks in the shadow. There is a big difference between bravery and stupidity. And how strong and powerfull might be never underestimate your foes.
Perception and reason, when you are engaged in combat with a certain beast or creature look for the creatures weak spots and strong points and use these in your advantage when you encounter a creature alike in the future. There is more to a warrior than mindless hacking and slashing. A good warrior relies on strength as well as tactics.
Always prepare for journeys into dangerous areas, a few potions and scrolls might save your life in the heat of the battle. And there is no shame in having someone come with you to help you go places you couldn\'t go by yourself and deafeat enemies that you couldnt have deafeated alone.
These are just a few guidelines to becoming a warrior, there is a lot more to it but I have good faith that you will learn those lessons yourself as you grow more experienced. Having given this advice I wish you good on the many adventures you will have, walk with the crystals blessings and live the dream.
--Elanthir the wise
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The Marvelous Three
Chubbs Fables
In the not-so-distant past there lived a man by the name of Shavo who owned a Shoe
repair store. They Called him, Shavo, the repairer of shoes. Because that?s what he did.
Fixed peoples shoes. He fixed them because they were broken and the people who owned
the broken shoe?s feet were really cold because there was a big hole in the shoe, and
anyway, Shavo was the one who fixed that.
Shavo wasn?t a very strong man, that?s why he fixed shoes. Instead of going out and
killing all the ugly monsters he had to fix shoes. It was very sad.
As a child Shavo?s father forbid him to lift a lot of barrels of water, because that would
make him strong. So while all the other Children lifted barrels of water for fun, Shavo had
to sit and only lift tiny rocks.
During his teen years Shavo spent a lot of his time walking, because moving his legs felt
good, and for some reason he enjoyed feeling good.
Also in Shavo?s boyhood time there lived a girl by the name of Sara, Sara was a very
strong girl. She was the star champion of the Girls Barrel Lifting team and she was very
avid in swimming. You would think that Sara was so happy being so strong and so great
and every thing, but she wasn?t. You see, because of her superior strength, many of the
boys were scared of her and never took her to the celebrations regarding school.
Years later in Shavo?s adult time, she was still very strong and mighty, and held the title
?Sara, the Barkeep? and owned the ?Good Tymes Bar?.
One day Sara came into Shavo?s shop and said, ?Hey, fix my shoe? and Shavo said ?Wow,
your a strong lady!? Thus the beginning of their friendship...
It was many years later though before they met again. During a long walk Shavo came
across a potion maker named ?Aron, the Potion maker? who said ?You there, fool, do you
doubt my magnificence?? Shavo, being the smart guy he is replied with ?Yup.? and thus
began another great friendship...
And this being the small kingdom it is, Shavo, Sara and Aron all met in his shop due to
shoe?s having holes in them.
After deep conversation Shavo learned that shoemakers make great archers. Sara learned
that she wanted to be an archer, Shavo also learned he wanted to be strong, and Aron
learned he could change their special powers by using a simple potion.
And so it was done. Shavo, now titled ?Shavo the Strong? Sara now titled ?Sara the
Arrow Shooter?, an Aron still being called ?Aron, the Potion maker.?
Shavo, now being strong decided to become a warrior and sold his shop in order to gain
money for a powerful sword and armor.
Sara, now liking to arch, and only to arch, closed her bar and made room for what is now
?The BBB?.
Aron being also bored followed them around telling people how great he was.
It also, just so happens that a cave had been discovered, and needed exploring. So the
three took to their swords, because now they were exactly what they wanted to be.
Deep in the caves, were they had killed many bats and cave dwelling fish and living things
like that, they found a door that would for some reason would only open if they people
who opened the door and step through were not people who drank a potion to change
what they were. And as they were reading that, a giant cave fish flopped out of the water
and started to come after them. So they struggled with the door and tried to brake it, but
couldn?t so they died because they weren?t who they really were.
Moral of the story is: Be yourself.
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So, did any of these get used? Are there any books in the game yet?
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None of these were used that I know of. There are books in-game, but they are short and informative. No doubt the system will expand later on.
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So you\'re adding a library too the PS game, huh? I\'ll write a short book then.
How Yliakum got created: The four goddesses
Long time ago, Yliakum were just a chaotic planet with no life at all. Storms always raged, and nothing escaped the destructive forces of the four primary elements. It was in that time, the universe gave birth too four controllers of the elements. May\'Ah, the goddess of Fire, Kashra, the goddess of Earth, Terra, the goddess of Water and Wusha, the goddess of wind.
Together, they created the crystal, the Crystal of Elements, wich they placed in Yliakum. The Crystal symbolized the harmony in the world, and gave the powers of life too the planet.
May\'Ah used her powers too give warmth too our sun.
Kashra gave the earth the ability too live, and she also gave birth too the first living creatures, the Elves.
Terra. With her healing power, she created oceans, and watered the earth so it could grow food, and plants.
But Wusha, the goddess of Wind, was not willing too stop the raging storms of Yliakum.
Wusha would rather misuse her powers, and Yliakum were still under chaotic powers for many years. But after 1000 years, the Crystal destroyed Wusha, and gave peace too the planet. Finally, Yliakum had been created, and new races were born.
Written by Cerrina Watercaller, daughter of Terra.
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That\'s part one of my quest story. Too see the creations of the different races, the player must complete quests, to be able too read the books. Unless you guys won\'t make such quests. I\'ll continue too write.
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