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Welcome to this month's Monthly Contest! These MCs, as they are known, happen every non-holiday month, and are fun little events or contests that staff put up for you members to partake in. Whoo!
MC#: AGE OF HEROES
By a road obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule -
From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime
Out of SPACE - Out of TIME...
Hark to the Age of Heroes! At a time where the Realms were just rising to their feet, with looming gods, fierce battles, and terrible, frightening foes, some of the greatest legends were born. Who were they? Well, that's up to you.
In this month's contest, I challenge you to write a truly remarkable legend about a past hero, one who lived and died by their beliefs... or, perhaps, their vicious enemy. From Sir George of Britain to Draco of Romania, whatever inspiration seizes you is welcome at this round table. Of course, there's a catch:
Here are the rules of this MC!
SOME HELPFUL LINKS!
Possible Keystone Events
1. One event item (no god weapons and no one-of-a-kind items) from Zacyn's Hoard and 2000 jaden.
2. One item from the Hidden Passageway valued at 4000 jaden or less, in addition to 1000 jaden.
3. 1000 jaden and my love.
Note that the top three legends will be RECORDED AS CANON; this may extend to any special mentions, so try hard!
Good luck, and may the sword be ever in your (best) hand.
-blazeh was here and did stuff- ;D
This event has OPENED! Have fun, guys! :D
Note: The actual star of the story is General Tokugoro - the part below the cut is more for flavor.
This post has been edited by JPG: Jun 23 2018, 11:24 AM
Chimaera - Flesh Golem - Little Wordy Bastard of an Artificial Life Form
Icarath - N'Vaen Demon - High Fantasy Dr. Satan Frankenstein
Bikks and Wedgel - Orc and Goblin - The Dumbass Dynamic Duo
Sedna - Minotaur - Bull-Headed Gladiatrix
Kari - Avian - Savior-Complex Heroine Wannabe
Location: Evylon, Shi'vrann'aeli
Blood wolves. Intelligent, powerful, and the wrong group to pick a fight with.
Regardless, a fight was picked. Heartwood called upon everyone to hunt the wolves that night, in hopes of pushing them out of the forest. And with the large force that they'd gathered, everything went as planned. Many packs were driven away with few losses. What nobody saw coming was where those wolves headed afterwards.
The rather peaceful Glymstar was their target. Having sent out the majority of it's defenses to hunt the wolves that night, the town was left open to attack.
It wasn't a mindless raid though. No, the wolves were smarter than that. They stealthily started kidnapping the youngest elves they could find. Killing all others who got in their way. Glymstar was involved in removing them from their homes, so in return they would steal what made their cold dwellings fit to be called homes. Their children.
It didn't take long before the people of Glymstar realized what was happening. But it didn't make much of a difference. The few guards had been taken out with ease, overwhelmed by the sheer number of wolves. The pack consisted of just over twenty wolves, but they worked efficiently, and with little opposition. The remaining townsfolk were untrained, skilled in other arts than fighting.
The children were practically handed over, the others killed or left to cower and watch. Nobody knew what would become of the children. For now the wolves had kept them alive, but it was questionable as to whether or not they would stay that way.
Unknown to the wolves, was a single hero lying dormant within the town. They'd accidentally awakened a great passionate strength that had quickly headed toward them to make their presence known.
A girl. Seemingly in her mid twenties, dressed in unimpressive brown cloth. Her short brown hair fell to just above her shoulders, with no ear tips to poke out, making it apparent that she wasn't elven. She was human, wielding a single knife pulled from a kitchen, one used only for cutting meat. Overall, nothing stood out about this girl. That was, almost nothing.
She ran out, while everyone was running away, while everyone was hiding, and she yelled, eyes focused on what was clearly the alpha wolf.
None of the wolves did much more than turn to face her. Even the alpha paused when their eyes met. Her eyes. They were a passionate, angry, red. Opened wide to display a fire which seemed to be only seconds away from bursting out. It was enough to instill caution in every one of the wolves. A caution which none of them could understand. This girl was holding a kitchen knife as a weapon, so how could she be so terrifying.
A few moments passed and the girl raised her voice again.
"Let those children go," Her gaze tightened and she clenched her teeth. "RIGHT NOW!"
The voice echoed through the town, which had fallen silent now. Everyone was watching, curious as to what was happening. It seemed as if the girl didn't stand a chance, but regardless, everyone held a speck of hope in their hearts.
The alpha never spoke, but did begin moving forward before stopping a few feet from the girl. The alpha was just as cautious as she was curious. Just as much as anyone else, she wanted to know what the girl was hiding.
The girl didn't wait. When the wolf got within range, she was ready to end it. All of her strength burst forth at once. A raging tidal wave rushing for the wolf, fully intent on defeating her.
"Didn't you hear me? I SAID LET THEM GO!"
With a quick slash, the girl was thrown to the dirt.
The wolf had quite effortlessly swept her down. The strength in her heart was just that, it hadn't given her superhuman strength of any sort. Which left the wolf puzzled as she approached the girl lying before her.
"Why?" was the only word to come out of the alpha. That attack was so pointless, why would she do that.
The girl shivered, blood running down her face as she struggled to get up. The kitchen knife had landed a ways away, so she wasn't going to bother getting it. She'd have to use her bare hands. Though, as soon as she stood, the wolf slapped her back down. Leaning over her to ask the question once again.
"Why are you bothering? Can you not see how pointless it is?"
It seemed the alpha wasn't the only one who wanted the answer to that question. Around them, both wolves and elves had frozen, listening intently.
The girl started again. Putting one arm against the ground and pushing up. But this time the wolf shoved her against the ground with her paw, holding her there.
It seemed she had no option, so the girl spoke.
"Because. Somebody has to."
There was a delay, time seemed to fall still for a few moments, but then the wolf sliced the girl's neck, and she bled out.
With the only interference defeated, the wolves got ready to leave with the children, until a pot came out of nowhere, crashing into the alpha's head.
Then there was more. Every magic user in Glymstar joined in. The magic was weak, but with so many of them, the magic started amounting to something. small fireballs, tiny bits of furniture, they weren't much on their own, but together the attack started to shake the wolves.
The wolves turned around and tried to fight, until a larger pot struck the alpha, knocking her out.
The combination of their powers was enough. The wolves were forced to leave, unable to take the children with them.
The town achieved a victory that night, despite their losses. The girl was named the hero of that night, though nobody ever learned her real name.
ORIGINS: Felnova, The First Demon War (13016 to 13019)
SUBJECT: Demon forces moving across Felnova, not linked to anything specific.
TELLER: Mostly parents telling it to their children, as a common story about sacrifice.
ENTRY: Fire in the Pass
There is a tale, a fable now, set during the First Demon war that tells of a young man name Trask who defeated a demon army alone. A fire element wielder, born and raised in a small fortification that guarded a pass over the Darklights mountains.
With his father sent to the frontlines of the war all the family he had in the world was his sister, a seer of little power as few of her visions were ever clear and where often cryptic. But times change and a clear vision came to her one day as she hung out the washing. The clearest and strongest vision she had ever had came to her. She saw an army of thousands passing the burning ruins of the fort and turning the war to the demon armies favour.
When Trask heard his sisters vision he rushed her to the doors of the High Councils chambers, but they were laughed out of the room. They all doubted the vision. After all, they all knew of the trouble she had, had in understanding what she saw in the past. Turned away, they were soon seen as alarmists, over-reacting to something unreal. It was like what his sister had seen could never happen to their small fort.
But Trask believed his sister's vision, knew in his gut and bones that before the winter's snow, an army would come and destroy the world as they knew it. So he sent his sister away to find their father and warn him of the oncoming army, maybe, maybe he could get the news to ears that were not to stubborn to listen before it was too late and all was lost.
Trask however stayed and stood guard, watching the pass for any sign of the army his sister had foretold. Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months until, late into the autumn, when all the copper leaves had gone the army came. Never did he lose faith in what she had seen but rather feared the lack of an army to meet the foes.
Then one morning, high up on the pass, he could see the dark snake-like shape of an army and it's low hanging dust trail as it moved along the narrow way.
Again he turned to the council, but now they were filled with fear and ordered the fort abandoned and bid all to flee for their lives. Cursing them for being blind cowards, Trask saw the future his sister saw coming true, no army had come, no news from his sister or father and now those who had vowed to stand and defend the pass were fleeing.
Desperate, driven by the ghosts of those not yet dead, he stole a horse from the stables and fled up the pass towards the oncoming army. He knew a place, a place where the rock was weak and soft, easy to break and crack apart if you knew stone and he knew stone. One had to when keeping a pass clear and travel worthy.
Like a madman he rode, the horse gasping beneath him as he rushed to beat the army to the spot, hoping that he would make it in time to close the pass. Even if it was just enough to slow them, to give aid another few days to arrive it was worth a shot, worth the risk.
But when he got there, he saw that he had run out of time, just ahead in the curve of the pass he saw the movement of the front guard of the demon army. With a sob he looked up, seeing the cracks in the cold stone. He again looked, the forefront of the army had turned the corner and the front riders where powering towards him. His time was up, he knew that, regardless of what he did or did not do, he was dead.
Turning again to the stone, he placed his hands upon the icy rock, sending waves of fire and heat pumping through the cold stone. The cracks expanded, the rock splitting and falling away from the cliff face. Bigger and bigger pieces fell, the rock crumbled weakening other parts of the cliff as great slices of the cliff face started to fall.
Trask paused for not a second, he stood his ground, tears slipping down his face as he gave every inch of his thought and abilities to sending fire running through the ever growing number of cracks, ever further away from himself, deeper into the canyon until great slabs were crumbling from the cliff-face, the cold stone unable to expand fast enough to cope with the heat he was pumping into it.
Faintly he felt the thumps as stone hit his shoulders, fainter still he heard the fearful screams of the demon army as the very land fell upon them, striking them down where they stood.
Still, he stood, even as he felt the world slip away his last thought and effort was to put just a little more fire through the stone. To take a little more with him, to give the land the fort guarded more time to get ready.
Sadly few made it out that canyon that day, trapped, a large part of the demon army was lost, crushed along with Trask, by the falling stone. But his sacrifice was not in vain, as the army was stopped for a time, giving his father enough time to get an army to the pass and truely defeat the demon army of Darklight pass.
CHARACTERS =Cyra, Alucius, Myth, Titius, Garvan, Thia, Aeliana, Terva, Bruttia, Helena, Ru, Evandor, Tiberius, Varden, Merlyn,Relius, Tristan (Triss), Teal, Adrian
Valerian, Tovran, Lithan, Talia, Arrian
(Red is for characters in Current Threads! ALL are still open for Lore or Historical threads)
This event is at its end, thank you for participating! There may be an announcement following this, so stay tuned!