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[P.K.]

“Pirates!” Exclaimed the young girl smiling broadly as she looked down at the book in front of her nose.
The book in question was a small plain brown leather bound book that had words pressed into the front but were slightly smoothed from the years of use. Its small pages were fine and well-kept but still yellowed with age.
The light of the small flame in the lantern hanging from the wall was suddenly outshone by the door to the small room opening up and flooding in brighter light.
“Dear heavens child!” An older woman's voice exclaimed as she stepped in to see the girl no older than 13 laying on her stomach on the small bed with her feet up and skirts well above her knees.
“Sit up, pray do, showing of your under skirts like that!”
“But Miss. Herionshaw.” The girl objected as she quickly set up on the bed. “There was no one around to see in my own room.”
“Nonsense.” The maid said sharply “You are a young lady and should act like one in or out of the presence of men... or women.” She maid said slowly eyeing the girl.
“I resent that!” the girl huffed “I do act like a lady but it gets quite dull trying to please everyone all at once.” She said now placing her book on her lap with her hands gently folded over it. Legs dangling on the side of the bed but her skirt was well down now barely revealing anything above her ankles.
“Much better, now scoot, fresh air will do you some good.”
The girl did not object but set her book down next to her pillow with a loving little caress before turning to the door and skipping out.
Shantel Onelia Halloran was a young girl with bright sun gold hair that flowed like a golden waterfall passed her shoulders and down her back and lively, pools of sea sky blue eyes. As young as she was she was beautiful and as curious about the outside world she heard so much about.
“Ah miss Shantel.” The captain said giving a slight bow as the girl came up the steps to the higher deck.
“Captain Uccello.” The girl greeted politely as she gave a small kirtsy and then went off to the back rail to look out over the open water.
“You know.” Came a heavy slightly raspy voice from behind. “Sometimes if the weather is just right you may see a dolphin.”
“Really?” Shantel asked turning to the large man excitedly.
“Sure thing lassy.” The big man said smiling.
Horth was a big man with deeply tanned skin and short brown hair. His eyes were cold gray and he had more than one scar stretching across his skin. But the older man was kind and loved to tell tails of the sea which the young girl loved to hear.
“Did you know.” He went on crouching down next to her. “That dolphins were once men?”
“Were they?” The girl asked mystified.
“Of course!” Horth smiled. “They refused to help a sinking passenger and were drowned and turned into the beautiful creatures you see now always to help those in need at sea.”
Shantel’s eyes lit up brightly with a small fire behind them as she looked at the the bigger man in excitement.
“Shame on you, you rascal.” Miss. Herionshaw suddenly said shooing the crew man away. “Filling the young gals mind with tails of your horrid seas.”
“Quite the opposite!” The girl’s eyes flashed. “Horth is quite amusing me with his tails and keeping things from being so dull.”
Horth gave a small bow to Shantel. “Anything for the small miss.” he said smiling kindly at the girl before again being shooed away by the maid.
“There is no reason to treat him as a stray dog.” The young girl said indignantly.
“That's what he is dear a stray sea dog!”
Shantel gave a small snort turning from the maid once more and looking out over the calm sea. The wind rustled through her silky gold hair making it flutter here and there Like golden strands of sunshine.
The ship gently swayed in the lapping waves below them as the sea breeze blew over and through the ship.
“Dear heavens with wind like this you’ll be blown over the side come here dear.”
“You worry far too much.” Shantel responded not moving an inch from the rails.
“Shantel!”
“Oh Miss. Herionshaw do calm down it is quite safe.” The girl assured the distressed maid calmly. “See? the wind in calming now.” And so it was its soft gusts blowing the sunshine gold hair to and fro.
Shantel did not turn her head as she heard her maid grumble something under her breath about how girls should not talk back to their elders. The girl paid no mind but continued to gaze out over the vast blue waters.
Shantel reflected on the reason she was being sent overseas with a slight frown. Her mother was very ill and though they tried to keep just how bad it was from her she could tell her mother was going to pass very soon. In this her mother had sent her off to her father who was stationed as navy captain elsewhere here she would remain under the care of her father. Though not an unkind man he was somewhat distant and cold he didn’t show much love and all together didn’t seem to care for his daughter. But being in his care he would give her the best he could to offer which meant very little to his sad daughter.
the young girl sighed leaning down the rest her chin on her hands as she continued to watch the open sky. This lonely little girl wished for her freedom she was not one to be kept in a cage and sing pretty little songs just so that a man might marry her off. She wanted to be out and about she wanted adventure. She wanted to live her own life on her own not with some man that thought her only good for keeping house and tending to children.
Many times when she had shared this with anyone but her mother she had been called a willful child and many whispered that it would be a hard time finding a man that would take her once her mother passed.
Shantel’s thoughts were interrupted by a cry from the crow’s nest. “Pirates!”
Looking up she saw a ship in the distance on the starboard side of the ship.
“Pirates....” She whispered with a smile looking at the flag that flew above its mast.

[P.K.]

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[P.K.]

Roan Castor Banes strode down the street, hands in his pockets. This side of town was well abandoned, a good place for reckless gangs like his brother’s. He sighed inwardly as he shoved his hands deeper into his pockets and continued down the street in silence.
The streets had been unusually quiet the past few weeks, and his brother had hardly been home in those weeks. He’d finally decided that he’d look around for his brother and bring him home, if he could. He doubted the rebellious idiot would come home quietly and Roan could only wonder what he’d gotten himself into now.
He kicked a can that was sitting on the sidewalk and he stumbled back as he heard a loud "BANG!"
"What the!"
"BANG!" He looked up as it happened again. He took the time to let out a sheepish chuckle before he became serious again. Pulling out his knife he silently stalked towards the sound, knife at the ready. "BANG!" He was close now... he rounded a corner and saw a tail .. A tail.. He thought confused for a second as it disappear through a door. Silently he started towards it. "BANG!" The report of a gun was loud and clear this time. Some gang fight… A gang gun fight and he only had a knife. She glanced at his knife and hopped that his brother wasn’t somehow in this one he thought. Hesitating for a moment perhaps he should go tell the authority's first he shook his head at another shot went off this time with a shout as someone got shot. He crept to the door and peeked in a shot flashed out from one side of the large empty house with a crack it broke a chunk of wood blasting a small hole in the wall. he looked over in time to see a man retreat behind another door.
"Quickly!"
He blinked at the female voice and two figures sprinted out of the shadows a thin girl with long Golden hair and another, a male tall and thin as well with dark brown hair. The man slipped to the wall with his back to it and a gun at the ready the girl was right behind him but suddenly stopped and turned Roan. His eyes met her’s and reflected his own confusion, how had she known?
"Kayla!!" The man suddenly shouted.
The girl whorled around but was too late. "BANG!" The girl gasped for a split second then fell back blood splattering the ground behind as the bullet ripped through her. She hit the ground with a thud and didn’t move her oddly scarlet eyes open in shock.
He scrambled over to her dropping his knife, he could hear the man yell something as he started to wrestle with the whoever had shot her. Feeling for her pulse he found that she had none and her skin was ice cold. Looking up at movement from another man, one with a tail, he picked up The girl’s gun aiming at the for the man’s leg and missed. The guy Angrily turned his bullets on him. Roan moved quickly for some shelter just barely dodging the bullet. He turned around only to see the guy looking down at a knife in his chest before slumping over. The girl was sitting up one hand on her bloody wound the other shaking slightly falling to her lap after the action of throwing the knife she was breathing heavily but she was.. breathing. He had always heard the story's like all children do but had never even once thought they were true. He heard a crack and turned back to the male who let the body of one of that last to fighters drop to the floor with his head at an odd angle.
"Kayla are you alright?"
The girl nodded as Roan stood back watching in shock.
The man took Kalya's hand away from her wound and inspected it. “You haven't been drinking nearly enough blood." His voice held soft accusation towards the girl.
Kayla didn't look at him a flash of deep sadness flashing through her eyes. "What about him?" She asked softly her voice was heavy, tired and guarded.
The dark haired man looked back at him his silvery eyes narrowed. It was then Roan noticed the man’s ears were pointed. "He was at the wrong place at the wrong time.." The pointy eared man mumbled getting up and helping Kayla up gripping her arm to keep her steady
"I can walk Garth.." She said pulling her arm out of his grip swaying dangerously.
"Alright kid you have to come with us." Pointy ears said roughly.
"Wait? No I’m not going anywhere."
The man shook his head. "You don’t have a choice." He stated and before Roan could move his gun was taken and he had been hit in the gut.
He gasped in that short moment the elf had him over his shoulder.
"Can you walk?" He heard him ask while he was trying to regain his breath and then he started walking briskly. Once Roan had regained his breath he found fast that struggling wasn't going to help him. Eventually he stopped all together trying to get away instead he watched the girl as she walked behind holding her wound but otherwise seemed perfectly fine.
After a time what seemed like hours they came up a large drive after skirting around the major part of the town.
He craned his neck around to see the large mansion they were heading to, He recognized it Vaguely but only from passing it now and then on his odd walks.He was set down then quickly pushed through the doors.
"Go to the healers now." Pointy ears ordered the read eyed girl lowly but Roan could see a gleam of concern for her as he watched her walk away and then was pushed down the opposite direction.
He looked around as the.. what he decided to be an elf escorted him down the hall towards the end door.
The elf gave a loud knock and in response something heavy thudded against the door.
Roan winced slightly and heard the elf mutter something in a different language before opening the door and ushering him in before him. "Adelita..."
"What?!" The women whorled silver hair flying in a ring around her she looked wild and in rage. "Garth what is it?" She said again sounding a little more in control
"A human saw..." He coughed.
Adelita studied him under piercing silver eyes so light they were almost white
"Kayla spotted him..."
"Did she now..." The women murmured with some interest. "Well he's Kayla's charge now..." A knowing look passed between the two before the woman sighed.
Roan had been silent till now "Where am I?" He asked flatly.
The women raised an eyebrow and the elf shrugged. "Your are now in the hidden society." She replied calmly. "A place that houses and protects supernaturals, and others."
Roan went silent so they were real?... no this had to be a really really bad joke suddenly a hand grabbed the back of his shirt and he was dragged out of the room and back into the hall.

[P.K.]

“Nabutan wait!” A small figured desperately called.
“For what?!” A dark haired boy called back hotly. His skin was pale and his hair the color of a moonless night. “I’m sick of this place! and so are you!”
“But where would we go...” The figure sniffled as it crawled over the rocks to stop in front of the boy. Divven was a small kid, covered in gray fur with a pair of large ears and a thin pink tail and a pointed nose. Divven was a ratfolk, the most timid you could find.
“I don’t know.” The boy answered after a moment’s pause. “Somewhere away from there.”
“How?!” Divven squeaked. “There are cliffs all around this valley impossible to climb after being worn smooth by the elements and magic! Just as impossible to get down from without going to your death. And the only way out of here is guarded by a hundred guards! there's no way out.”
Nabutan gave a small growl of frustration as he threw his hands up and set down hard on the rocky ground. The Valley of Edearen was a vast land inhabited by many but the ruling class here was anything but kind. He hated it, and yet there was nothing he could do when they took the only man he knew and loved, whipped to death for a simple mistake.
“I-I’m sorry Nabutan...” Divven said ever so quietly after a short time of silence.
“It's not you fault div.” Nabutan finely said. “It was bound to happen.” Another painful silence followed before Divven spoke up.
“You’ll be able to leave when your 17... it's only four years away...”
That was a thought. “Four years.” He repeated while looking at his hands. How would they survive that long? “We’ll leave here as soon as we can, go somewhere far away just you and me.”
“Far away...”

Nabutan awoke, his eyes slowly opening slowly to gaze up at the empty ceiling above him, full of holes and cracks. A warm breeze ruffled his short black hair as he yawned and stretched. Again blinking the sleepiness out of his mismatched eyes.
“Divven?” He asked sitting up and looking around. His rat like friend peered back at him with his small black eyes from the doorway.
“You're awake I thought you were having a bad dream, you were muttering in your sleep.”
Rubbing his forehead Nabutan smiled. “Not a bad dream just, a memory.”
Divven blinked back for a moment. “Well Breakfast is ready.” This was followed by an immediate rumble from Nabutan’s stomach.
“Just in time.” He grinned.
Divven smiled himself before he vanished back through the doorway his tail following close behind and the sound of his claws softly retreating.
Nabutan picked himself up and quickly changed into a new set, not that it was new it was just cleaner. He then quietly followed his friend out into the open air and to the cooking pot that hung over a small fire.
Divven stood almost two heads shorter than Nabutan, Covered in short gray fur with a pair of ears and a long pink tail to accompany his appearance. His hands had small claws where his nails should have been and his feet were just over sized rat paws.
Nabutan, at seventeen, stood as tall as a full grown man with pale skin, strong build and short, night deep, Black hair with a pair of mismatched eyes his left being a light misty gray and his right being a dark green, His own nails seemed to grow rapidly and in sharp curves.
The two set down to eat the scanty stew Divven had managed to boil up. Just as always despite how little was in it, it tasted wonderful.
“Divven you need to become a royal chef or something.” Nabutan managed through a mouthful of soup. “You have like, power over food.”
Divven ducked his head and if it was not for the gray fur Nabutan was sure he could have seen a blush on his friends face. “I-I’m not that good.” he said modestly.
Nabutan only smiled at him before they went back to eating in silence. When everything had been finished, put away and cleaned Nabutan stood in the doorway and stared out over the vast field to the small shabby village. When Divven stopped to peer past him Nabutan spoke. “Today’s the day Div... we are leaving.”
Divven nodded. “And I’ll be glad of it.”
“As well I.”

Shortly thereafter they packed, cleaned up what there was of the place and made it look just as they had when they had first set foot in the place.
“No one will miss us here...”
“And there's no one left to miss...”
The wind whistled through the old shack before they turned their backs on it and faced the direction of the towering cliffs miles away. They walked in silence for about an hour the cliffs ever growing taller with each step.
“What do you think the outside world is like Nab?” Divven asked.
“I’m not sure Div, but it has to be better than here.”
“Ya...”
The landscape slowly turned from waving tall and grassy too plain and rocky. They had to pick their way carefully so not to break their ankles on a misstep. Divven had an easier time of it with his natural nimbleness he was soon a little ways ahead of Nabutan.
“Slow down grasshopper!”
“Grow wings!” Was Divven’s retort which was met by a grunt as Nabutan lost his footing and landed with a thud on the rocky ground.
“Ow...”
“Nabutan are you alright!?” Divven called before scurrying over.
“Fine Fine just a few bruises.”
“You have to be one of the toughests kids I know...” Divven commented as he helped his best friend up brushing him off carefully.
“Years of being the center of attention? years of beatings for my differences? ya that might do it.”
“But even before then, during then you were pretty hard skinned...”
“I guess...” The two went silent for a while as they trudged on over the rocky lands before divven spoke up again.
“Zaci Always said there was something special about you...”
Nabutan winced at the mention of the man's name.
“You were unique, different, Something special...”
“I know.” Nabutan said quickly. “I know what he said about me.” Divven seemed to bit his lip and turn away. Just four years earlier Zaci had been killed, Whipped to death for the simple mistake scratching the ruling lords carriage, It wasn't even his fault he’d been pushed and ,he not being as young as he once was, was unable to catch himself.
He had been like a father to both of them, losing him had been... hard.
Zaci had also been very mysterious, about himself and vague about his past. Whenever they asked he seemed to be, ashamed. But he had no problem telling them stories about when he had fought against giants, undead and trolls. But whenever it came to his past past he would go silent or shrug and say there was not much to tell. Eventually they had just stopped asking.
The cliffs loomed overhead after a good few hours of walking over rock studded ground the way began to clear becoming smoother. There was a sharp drop soon afterwards but both boys stopped to peer past it at the worn road that curved in from the right and made its way straight through the rest of the valley to the cliffs edge.
“Almost there.” Nabutan voice what they were both thinking.
“Maybe a day's walk if we take it easy.” Divven observed before they turned and started making their way along the side of the drop.
“Ya.” Nabutan replied slowly. “But do we want to take it easy when we are so close to getting out of here?!” he asked grinning. Even now he was letting it sink in that they could finally leave this place, leave all of this behind and find something better.
“No.” Divven said grinning back as they picked up their pace a bit and moved away from the drop. Soon enough the two were racing over the small dirt hills and dips to the path way just ahead.
“Soon we’ll be out of here!” Nabutan cheered leaping over one hill and sending up a small cloud of dust in his wake upon landing.
“I sure hope so!” Divven chimed matching Nabutan step for step as they raced over the plain like section of the valley and soon winding their way with the worn dirt path. Still Many miles ahead they could just barely make out the small road that made its way up the side of the cliff and to the outpost, The only place one could leave this valley.
“It's just a little speck...” Divven sighed some time after the two had stopped running.
“But it gets a little bit bigger with each step.” Nabutan said resolutely. “Look You can even see little dots moving around up there if you squint.”
“Ya, Ya.” Divven said squinting himself to look though his eyesight couldn’t reach that far, He then glanced up at the sun that was slowly moving through the sky, “At this pace Nab we are going to have to find a place to rest for the night, It’s past lunch and the sun well have passed before too long.”
Nabutan sighed. “I suppose you're right. But lets try for another mile or two before then.” They both agreed to go as far as they could before supper and then find a place to rest and eat what they had packed.

[P.K.]

Spoiler: RPA Exstravaganza 2017 

I only participated in two events this year. Was really hopping to get the race creation. Always next year!

Spoiler: Decathlon 

I went ahead and got the bronze badge this year!

Spoiler: Day 1 - 100 word dash - The weather. 

The weather, Usually seen as a mundane topic. Which it kind of is. But hey everyone has their favorite kind of weather right? Rain, snow or shine? There are quite a few types of weather to chose from. And some only occur during specific times, unless by some freak of nature. So what's my favorite weather? It depends on my mood, which others might say the same. I really like rain and rolling thunder, but if I really want to get outside I prefer it to be cool and sunny. Not that the weather here corporates very well with my personal wishes. But when does it ever?

Spoiler: Day 3 - 220 word hurdle - The undead - hurdle ~ Bacon 

Cat looked through the papers on the desk with a frown. She’d been working all night to get these plans ready so the others could gather the materials and put the defenses up. There was so much work to be done in order to make this place livable through the the undead plague right outside their door.
She groaned softly as the door opened with Moses stepping in, a plate of fresh eggs and bacon in his hands. “Cathren you really need to eat.”
“I will I promise I just…” The eggs and bacon cut her off as the plate was set down in front of her. Her stomach growled as Moses pulled up a chair behind her and helped her sit. “...Alright.” She sighed as he took a seat next to her.
Moses watched quietly as she ate the bacon first then scarfed down the eggs. “Whats got you stuck?” He asked finally.
“This place is big, There's so much space here to use and I’m trying to make sure every inch of it is used.” She sighed as she picked up crumbs of bacon from the plate. “We need food,shelter, work places and a defense set up around the fences. The materials I’ve to work with are limited as without viable and consistent power source there's simply things we cannot do.”
“Yet.” Moses told her encouragingly before kissing her gently on the lips. She tasted like bacon.

Spoiler: - Day 13 - The copy Throw - Shenanigans 

Have you ever owned a pet that was a natural escape artist? Or had a pet spider you didn’t want your mother to find wandering the bathroom floor?
Well we have the product for you! The Shenanigans! It’s completely escape proof for all your furry, scaly, many legged friends that you want to keep safe and sound from that rolled up newspaper and broom!
They come in many varieties of colors and shapes to hide in plain sight from unwanted parental eyes! There’s a perfect fit for your secret friend.
Buy one of the three Shenanigans kits!
Try the Shenanigans furry retreats for your furry little friends! Complete with toys!
Or perhaps you're more into the scaly types! Well we have the Shenanigans Jurassic Park complete with heat lamps and specially fitted heat rocks!
Wait! For those of you who are into the creepy and the crawly there is the specially crafted Spooky hall with special red lamps and hides to make your friend feel at home!
It's the best set up around to keep your little friends out of the wrong kind of Shenanigans.
Pick one up to day!

Spoiler: Day 16 - 400 word dash - The Ride of Your Life 

Insa looked over the park with a grin. “Isn’t this great Rony?!”
Rony smiled. “This should be a lot of fun.” He agreed as he took hold of her hand and walked up to the entry.
“Tickets?”
“Right here.” Rony said passing the two tickets in to the women in the booth who tore a stack of ride tickets off and passed them back through.
“Alright, we’re set.” Insa said excitedly wrapping her arms around Rony’s arm as they walked through the gates. “What should we ride on first! There’s so much to chose from!”
“We could start here, we should have enough to do most of the rides to night.” Rony said with a smile as she split the tickets in half.
“Oh.” Insa said with a grin as she took her half. “Alright then let's start on this one!” She pointed before pulling her husband in that direction.
“Alright, alright!” Rony laughed as they came up to the gate of a Ferris wheel. Handing over a ticket each they boarded and were granted a bird's eye view of the park.
“OH! We should definitely do that one.” Insa hissed pointing across the park.
“The ride of your life, huh?”
“Ya! It looks like a fun rollercoaster doesn't it, you’ll go with me won't you?”
“Of course, but let's enjoy some of the other rides first.” Rony suggested with a smile.
Once back on the ground they walked down to the next ride something called the spaceship. It wasn’t a very complicated ride but interesting nonetheless.
Insa of coarse enjoyed herself even if Rony needed to take a breather back in the grass for a moment.
“I think I’m okay now.” Rony said wiping the back of his mouth. “Why don’t we grab something to drink, I’m feeling a bit parched.”
“Alright.” Insa said gently rubbing his back. “You pick the next ride, maybe something a little easier on your stomach?”
“Sounds like a good idea.” The food booths were scattered all over the place, there was no lack of choices. In the end they got a funnel cake to share and two water bottles.
Their trip around the park as the sun slowly moved over head saw them win a few prizes and ride a few more rides that challenged Rony’s gut to a match of will. But finally the arrived at their last tickets.
“Here we are.”
“Are you sure you’ll be alright?”
“This is the last ride and I promised I’d go on it with you.”
Insa smiled faintly at her husband before giving him a soft kiss. “I’m already on the best ride of my life I can skip out on someone else’s idea of it.” she told him.
“I love you.”

Spoiler: Day 22 - 600 word relay - I, Wonder, Who'll, Stop, The, Rain 

I stared up at the raining sky, The tears gracing my face washing away the mud and the blood stains from my skin. It was as if the sky had poured out my feelings for me, since I was incapable of shedding a tear. I didn’t understand why this had happened or how. Was it a bad dream? And would I wake from it? My dry eyes slowly cast down to the limp and lifeless body in my arms. It was just a moment as I simply stared at the hair covering his face before gently brushing it aside. All I could do was wonder.

Wonder who this man was and why I was clinging to him soggy body so tightly. Part of me knew there was something I should know, something important, something so grand and yet it was like a terrible truth was laid before me. Did I love this man? Or had I loved this man? I strained to grasp at the fleeting strings of knowledge passing through my minds fingers. But it was like the wind carrying off the kite that I had long since lost hold of. It was simply out of reach. I wanted to ask out loud. “Who’ll…”

“Who’ll…” But the words stopped there. Who was there to ask? And what was the question? Who’ll love me now? Who’ll remember you? If I cannot… or who’ll remind me? If you cannot… I brushed his bangs out of his face, looking upon the pale skin of the deceased before gently caressing his youthful cheek. I put a hand to my face and gently traced the curves of my face. Was I also young? My hands looked of that of a young women. Were we the same age? Were we lovers? Married? Friends? Again I reached out for those strings of knowledge only to stop.

Stop. I… couldn’t remember. It was like a burning fire when I reached for the answers this time, My mind reeled back as if to protect me from a mental fire. I knew what happened! He was right in front of me! Dead! A sword through his chest, a sword piercing my leg. But how had it happened and who was he to me? Was he merely an acquaintance? Or… perhaps was he my enemy? Was I the one who had drawn the sword in his chest? I reached for the handle of the sword and wrapped my hand around it. What the…

The hilt felt foreign in my grasp, a flood of relief washed through me. It could not me… would not my hand remember the grasp of its own sword? I released the weapon and looked back down at the man's face for a long moment. His lips were sealed by death there would be no answers from him, only my mind knew and it refused. Had he protected me? And if so where were the assailants? The roadside was clear, the center of the road was wet and running with rain water. I stared at the small rivers created by the rain.

Rain, The mesmerizing swirls in the water drew me in. I could hear it. The water was whispering to me, speaking of a tragic encounter. My eyes widened as the water seemed the cool the fire in my mind and opened the door to the hidden scene before. “I’m sorry it had come to this…” I whispered leaning over the figure. “You could not bare to kill me, your one love. Even though I am your sworn enemy. So you escaped the hardest decision with one fatal strike to yourself.” My lips placed a kiss upon his forehead before drawing out the sword from his chest and staring up at the crying sky. “Only I…”

Spoiler: Day 28 - 1000 word dash - Summer Vacation 

Meia looked quietly out the window staring off over the city as the sun set. The others were sitting around the abandoned apartment room in silence. Their search was not going well. So far they only had the bag of Greed and the bust of pride. But their pursuit of Wraths relic was not going well, they had had it back at the school but it was stolen from their grasp.
Now that they knew what they were she wanted to know what the imps needed them for. Whatever the case she knew it wasn’t good.
“So if there’s a relic for Greed and Pride that means there’s a relic for each of the seven sins right?” Nyx asked.
“That would be my guess.” Andrea sighed.
“We’ve got Greed and pride right? And we are after Wrath so that just leaves Sloth, Envy, Lust and greed?” Harper asked.
“Yes.” Maddie agreed quietly.
“If we can find them we should be able to fit them all in the bag of greed.” Meia said looking back at the group. She was the only human in this group but even she wasn’t normal… A medium and a group of monsters. She had a feeling that they were getting Themselves deeper and deeper into a world wide threat.
That scared her, she didn’t want to lose any of them. They were her friends and she wouldn’t have gotten this far if not for them…
“I just want to know what they plan on doing with them.” Lizard grunted.
She sighed heavily and turned to look back out the window She’d like to know that to.
A pair of footsteps stopped behind her. They were Goruns footsteps, they were heavier than the others.
“Are you well?”
“I’m alright.” Meia replied as she continued to stare out the window. The days had gotten warmer, It was about that time. “It be about summer vacation right now, all the normal kids will be getting out of school for a few months.”
“Summer vacation?” Gorun asked.
Meia wasn’t surprised that the gargoyle asked. He was still learning after all even after all this time, He wasn’t just learning about the monster world but the human one to. “Ya, Summer is a time when the earth is warm and plants flower and bloom. It's the best times to hang out, outside for those of us who aren't impervious to the cold.” She said glancing back at the stone faced boy. She could see the curiosity flashing through his eyes as he cocked his head to the side. She glanced down at his chest and could see the small silver shimmering inside.
It had grown some more, it was almost fascinating watching but it was strange at the same time. Meia couldn’t explain how this was happening but she imagined maybe it was similar to how Dusty was created.
“Did Drothram have Summer vacation?” Gorun asked suddenly.
“That’s a good question.” She peered past the Gargoyle at Lizard who was sitting at another window. “Hey, Did Drothram have summer vacation?” She asked.
Lizard looked up for a moment but it was Scarecrow who answered.
“I would say yes but we weren't really allowed to leave the school grounds. No one really is unless your staff or teacher or until you’ve fully graduated.”
“Hum, The Scratath school had a monster run town near it, we were always allowed to go visit during winter and summer breaks.” Andrea said.
“Ya, Drothram didn’t have that luxury being out in the middle of a deadly desert.” Nyx said biting into a cracker Maddie had provided from her dress pocket. The blood witch certainly knew how to take care of both Nyx and Harper and keep their terrible nature subdued.
“Though I’m sure some monsters could live out in the desert quite happily.” Meia mused.
“I’ve heard that the school grounds were made and maintained by magic.” Lizard said turning to join in on the conversation.
“That’s got to take a lot of people.” Harper murmured.
“Or one really powerful caster.” Maddie chimed quietly.
“Do you think… it could have been Hinet?”
“That’s a good question but I don’t think so, she only seems really capable of producing Crystallized materials.”
“I guess we’ll never know…”
The room fell silent as we all thought back on the events that had driven us from the school and started our journey here. We’ve been through alot and I couldn’t imagine how much more we had before us. Would we all make it? That was my biggest concern. I couldn’t protect them, more often than not it was them protecting me.
I touched one of the bells hanging from my jacket.
“Hey, when all of this is over we can go on our own summer vacation right?” Nyx asked suddenly.
Meia looked up and met the Wendigo’s eyes for a moment blinking back her surprise. “I.. guess.”
“Cool.” Nyx smiled. “We could go to a beach right?”
Gorun looked back at Nyx before looking back to Meia. “I want to go to the beach.” He agreed.
Meia couldn’t help but smile a little. Gorun was very straightforward with what he wanted or didn’t want almost in a childlike manner. It was amusing at times. “I’d really liked that to.” She agreed. So long as we all survive. Heaven, please I know they're monsters but they are all dear to me… She thought as she looked over each of the monsters she’d gotten close to through all of this.
Lizard the ever watchful guardian like a big brother, ever since Tobi sensei had told him to watch over her he’d done it and protected her even when she put herself in situations that got him hurt…
Andrea was a sweet string spirit, loyal to her friends and indignation to injustice. She much like Lizard was like a big sister in a way.
Scarecrow acted much like a lone wolf most of the time but while he could be a hot head his heart was still with the group and he’d do anything to keep them safe.
Dusty wasn't that old and while she set silently most of the time, near Scarecrow, She seemed to have a tender heart and kept others feelings and comforts in mind.
Nyx was a quiet soul who just wanted to coexist with those around him. Meia often found comfort in his company as they could both relate. He gave her a lot of strength and encouragement sometimes.
Maddie was quite most of the time with her nose in the book but she always spoke up when it counted and seemed quite knowledgeable. Her quick wit had saved them more than once..
Harper was a sweet spirit when she wasn’t hungry, She might seem like a coward to others but it was only because she knew what damage she’d do if she got in the way, Her strength could be relied on and she always had something to say to try and cheer others up.
Gorun was still learning, but he was earnest and blunt, which was awkward at times. While he couldn’t display the same set of emotions the rest of them could Meia could tell he’d come to care for this party.
They were a rag tag group. But she couldn’t have chosen a better party to be in the company of.
“Ya, once this is all over, lets all go to the beach…”

Spoiler: Create your race 

I will probably add this race in my Character locker under the Created Race post at some point.

Genre: Sci Fi
Species Name: IGU - Information Gathering units.
Homeland: Their original home planet is a warm tropical planet with about 70% water and the other 30% rocky and heavily vegetated land known as Basbidar. It was dominated by a purely military and scientific race, their creators. After the battle the few IGU’s that that survived were scattered throughout the galaxy.

Physical Characteristics: Most IGU’s are of a dark skinned complexion, ranging from browns to blues with little to no pattern. They have thick dark hair, sharply pointed ears and usually red or amber eyes. They sport thin lizard like tails, Hard claws on their feet and a pair of small fangs. Their body is covered in tiny, smooth scales that toughen their hide. They are equipped with retractable scales on their hands and feet. IGU’s don’t usually get very large and usually remain around 5 to 5 and a half feet tall, they are of slim build for agility and flexibility not strength. But there are exceptions due to individuals experimenting on themselves to become ‘individual’ from their copy counter parts.

Other Characteristics: IGU’s are a cold blooded race and as such cannot stand cold climates. Their blood is a thicker than humans and allows wounds to clot faster. they are incapable of regrowing lost limbs however.

They are slow to develop feelings and emotions but it can be done, though it's usually a limited range. They are driven by information, its gathering and collection but a few are able to overcome this ‘programing’.

Their creators did not have luxury in mind when creating them as such they are incapable of consuming a varieties of food beyond a few raw insects, a few raw meats and a stable mush without much flavor. Consuming that is even only mildly flavored can make them sick.

While not susceptible to diseases and most sicknesses their stomachs and what they consume is a weak point to their system including poisons and Alcohol, spices, sourness just about anything.

Lore: IGU’s were created by a strictly military and scientific race who was both suspicious of its neighbors as well as prejudice and perfectionists. They used their own people in experiments to further their goals. Creating the IGU’s for the sole purpose of spying and gathering intel from people they thought would attempt to come up against them, even some of their own people were not far from suspicion…
They never stopped trying to ‘improve’ their units but during the years some of the IGU’s started developing feelings of their own about being used and experimented on in such a way. Due to their incredible learning streak they were able to form a rebellion, using all the weapons and equipment as well as their own enhancements to chase their creators back. Their celebration only lasted long enough for some individuals to experiment on their ‘individuality’ and all the things their creators already experienced. But it didn’t remain this way. Their creators returned with vengeance and some allies and only few of the IGU’s were able to escape, along with a few pods with a few remaining ‘children’ still in their growth tubes not yet awakened.

Technology Level: IGU’s are an extremely fast learning race, as their sole purpose was to collect, store and retrieve information for their masters. They are capable of learning and utilizing just about any Technology they come across. While they have none of their own per say they are capable of copying information they gathered from their masters and other races their masters sent them to spy on to create what they need, be it urdamentury or advanced.

That being said they are advanced biological technology themselves, Capable of gathering information from other bio beings. A single bite will grant them enough information to speak the subjects language as well as enough biological information for the IGU’s to defend themselves. Devouring a subjects brain will grant them deeper knowledge as well as tactical, Cultural, Technological, Religious, and other such information.

They have a very minor Camouflage ability that helps them blend better in dark places. And their small flexible bodies allow them to squeeze into small spaces. And their retractable ‘climbing’ scales allow them to scale most surfaces.

Society structures: Due to being scattered before they could truly create a social structure they have none of their own and tend to conform to Societies they come into or remain as lone wanderers. At one point before the battle they made tight knit ‘family’ groups but most were wiped out.

[P.K.]

Spoiler: RPA's 10th Birthday! 

Spoiler: Elphie's Tower Triathlon 

Spoiler: Game 1 - Paper back game 

Prompt - It was a barmy morning in November when the bodies started to wash ashore

It was a barmy morning in November when the bodies started to wash ashore. At first it was only one but as the days turned into weeks the body count began rise. The townsfolk speculate that they were passengers on a small ship that must have been caught up in a storm.
But Jeremy is beginning to think otherwise. He’s seen most of the bodies of the young men roughly his own age and one thing they all share is their eyes are missing...
Jeremy has a bad feeling that something dangerous is coming nearer to his port side home.

Spoiler: Game 2 - The bard challenge 

Prompt - Woebegone

Woebegone - This word was once used by the illustrious church of gourmandism. A cult at heart, who believed that food was the only way to stave off the unhappiness of the world around them and would gorge themselves voraciously while chanting the words woe be gone which became more muffled to woebegone or other various muffled grunts through their over stuffed mouths.

Spoiler: Game 3 - Mash up game 

Prompt - "He looked at the words, but they didn't matter" "So I can ask you to forgive me"

A young man stood at the corner, unprotected against the pouring rain. The streets were empty and the only sound was the beating rain against his head and the rumble of thunder overhead. He stared down at a soggy piece of paper in his hands, the streetlights flickered as clap of thunder shook the air.
He look at the words, but they didn’t matter. One fatal mistake, one chance he took. And now everything had been wiped away, save the list of sins on the chalkboard of his mind. The one thing he could not forget.
The soggy paper tore in his grasp and fell to the ground, unheard over the roar of the rain. He stepped into the street and began to cross with his head bowed against the onslaught of water. I couldn’t remember it, but the paper told him that this apartment complex, the 32ed room on the trop floor, was his home. He couldn’t remember if anybody would be there. Did he have family? And… would they accept him back? Would they remember him?
He climbed the stairs slowly, his wet boots sloshing against the stained carpets of the stairs and halls. He did not know how he was supposed to feel as each step brought him closer to his supposed home. When he finally reached the door he stood, staring for what felt like ages, dripping onto the carpet.
The door opened slowly revealing a young woman, she tired and thin and her dull gaze looked him up and down for a moment, she recognized him but she didn’t look excited nor resentful at seeing him.
“So you are alive.” she murmured before stepping back. “Get in before you leave a pool in front of the door.”
Hesitantly he stepped in watching the women move down the small hall into a dark living room where she set down on a metal chair. He closed the door quietly and shed his coat before pulling free his sopping wet boots.
“I didn’t think they would let you out, Let alone send you back.” She said watching him enter with tired eyes.
“I… I don’t-”
“Remember? I know.” She interrupted. “They Gave you a small piece of paper and told you to go rebuild a life you don’t remember.” She sighed heavily as she leaned down and hung her head.
He approached quietly, knowing that this young women meant a lot to him, or had in the past. He crouched down and tentatively reached out placing a hand on her shoulder. She looked at him before she turned and embraced him.
“Your so stupid you know that.” She whispered in his ear as he slowly embraced her back.
“Ya…” He agreed as they set in silence for a long while before she set back and began to ‘catch him up’ on details of his life he had missed, or forgotten.
Her name was Lenly, and she was his wife, his one love. She had had son while he was… missing, things had been rough since then. As they set in silence for a while longer, He thought over what he could remember and wished he could remember.
“So I can ask you to forgive me?” He asked quietly after a moment. She looked at him with wet eyes, she looked angry and hurt. He looked down for a moment. He’d done so much to this poor women who had claimed to be his one love and no could no longer remember so intimately. “I don’t… want to forget again…’ He said quietly. This emptiness inside was not worth attempting law braking no matter how… small. Lenly lend her head on his shoulder as they set in silence, in the dark apartment.
“I forgive you…” She whispered into the dark.

Spoiler: Scottie's Tomb - Won 

Took the right entrance - Trap

P.K. Ventured forth through the right Entrance. There could only be so much waiting for her through these catacombs right? Most would be expected for anyone who had watched adventure movies, where they ventured into ancient tombs and such.

She paused at the end of the short tunnel, having taking her time in choosing her steps. There had been no traps in that short trek but as she looked into the next room She had to take a step back.
There was a massive hole in the floor, a pit so far down she couldn’t see the bottom. She picked up a bit of rubble and dropped it down but no sound greeted her back. “Well, that’s Disheartening.” She murmured as she glanced through the room. There was a way across, but she wasn’t sure she trusted any of the numerous ropes hanging down from the darkened ceiling… Some seemed to have rotted away and there were gaps in the otherwise organized rows she could see.
At the end of each rope hung a small letter, no bigger than her palm, dangling perilously over the endless casem that was that hole. “There’s a puzzle here.” She mused chewing on her lip in thought as she looked over the walls, looking for a key or a clue. She spotted the notched on the wall to her right and brushed away the years worth of dust and dirt revealing small letters that read.
‘Your home away from home, or your home in your home
Where'er you may dwell, a place you are endlessly welcome
Filled with friends, with family and with Adventure
Brimming with Madness and Sanity
A boiling pot of just twowords.”

P.K. frowned softly as her fingers ran over the markings. A home away from Home? Or a home with in her home? A place of welcome, a place filled with family and friends and a place filled with Madness and Sanity?
She stepped back, turning to look at the ropes. She crouched so she was looking directly at the letters at level.
“A boiling pot of just two words.” She mused rubbing her head. “Couldn’t be America, that’s one words.” And it’s not always so welcoming… She regretfully admitted. “Pretty sure it's not the Dream world…” She said before her eyes narrowed on the ‘R’ But there was another place stuck between the Real world and the dream world that was the best of both words.
“Brimming with madness and Sanity, Friends and Family gather in and endlessly welcomed adventure.” P.K. smiled before she stepped forward, pushing off the ledge and latching onto the ‘R’ rope as tightly as she could. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked down, but the Rope help steady. She was positive she had the right ideas but she held her breath as she located the next letter. ‘O’ Swinging the rope back and forth as she leaped for the next rope latching onto it with baited breath.
If Roleplay Adventures was indeed right, she had a long way to go yet and no time to waist… She needed to Locate ‘L’. She swung back and forth before leaping, She caught hold of the ‘L’ Rope but her other hand desperately snatched onto another rope to balance out the wild swinging only for it to tear violently away nearly dragging her down with it as it plummeted into the darkness just below her feet.
She clung desperately to the rope for a long moment to catch her breath before pulling herself higher to locate the ‘E’ Rope and she could make out the ‘P’ Rope just behind it. If she didn’t hurry she’d run out of stamina. ‘L’ and then ‘A’ already her fingers were beginning to cramp and she still had all of Adventures to spell out.
She calmed herself before swinging again and taking that leap to the next letter, and then the next. She’d completed Roleplay when she started to slip. She almost wished that she had the skills of those strange dancers that used long ropes and cloths to do dances in the air.
She groaned as she forced herself to swing before forcing a grim smile. She’d make it! She wasn’t going to die here! She grabbed a hold of the ‘A’ Rope and used the swinging there to latch onto the ‘D’ and then the ‘V’. She was losing height again so she forced herself to climb once again. ‘E’ and then and then ‘N’ She was so close now. If she didn't hurry her body would give out. ‘T’ and then ‘U’ and finely ‘R’.
She was breathing heavily now but she could see the other side. If she could just get to the last ‘E’ She bet she could skip ‘S’ Altogether if she swung far enough. Her hand slipped when she reached for the last ‘E’ and she nearly plummeted but she caught hold of the end of the rope last second and dangled for a long moment staring down into the darkness.
Always at the last moment a hero found their last ounce of strength. And P.K. was no different. She pulled herself up further looking to the ledge before she began to swing. Just once more and she could make it to the other side.
She pulled back once more, feeling her shoulders brush the other ropes. Before she swung forward, leaping off the rope as its highest point and flying through the air.
She summoned her giant pencil forth and stabbed it in between the tracks of the stone as she collided with the corner, her pencil catching and stopping her fall.
She was winded but in a moment she pulled herself up, rolling into her back and laughed breathily.

Spoiler: Evening Rain's Contemplation Conservatory 

Moonlight filters down through the thin clouds of the night sky, The air is warm with the smell of freshly fallen rain. The soft trickle of a full stream gliding its way over the refreshed moor fills the air along with the faint rustling of pine trees.
The moor is bathed in a soft white glow, glittering off the stream and reflecting off the snow covered mountains in the distance. Silver waves of grass bob gently in the breeze parted only by the glittering waters of the bubbling little stream.
At the base of the mountains stands the soft shadows of the towering pine forest where whispered night bird songs lull the air and sing the creatures of the day to sleep, accompanied by a hushed choir of night crawlers.

[Omac]

Hey, PK! *shushes* If my theory is correct then this thread shouldn't show up on the main page. We should be safe in here...

Also, I had no idea you had this much writing!

ABORT! ABORT! IT DOESN'T WORK.

[P.K.]

These are just random shorts I thought of while playing Craze's tumbleweed.
OOC
IC

Spoiler: Whispers in the dark 

Ellie looked back over her shoulder once again as she followed after Jesse, their hands clasped firmly as they walked through the flat dry land. The town was long behind them, nothing more then a tiny speck, the sun was high and the air hung heavy with heat but Jesse didn't slow down. Something the preacher had said seemed to have upset him again, but enough this time that he'd left as soon as Dante's back was turned. Bringing Ellie with him.

"We've out stayed our welcome here." and. "Its time for us to move on now." He said as the town had vanished behind them. It was probably the longest they had stayed in any one place since leaving the Orphanage. She rubbed her eyes before looking around them at the desolate land around them, tall green cacti dotting the area around them, an in the distance rocky formation that cast shadows on the otherwise bright orange plain.

She looked to Jesse, he'd snagged a canteen form somewhere and a pack probably filled with a bit of food and other items they could sell in the next town. She had liked the preacher, and Miss Mace And Miss Rosie. But they were far away now, they would likely never see them again. She looked down to her doll before looking on ahead as they continued to walk through the heat of the day. They were coming upon an outcrop of rocks that would offer them a little shade. "Come on Ellie, we can rest here for a bit." Jesse said. Ellie nodded as Jesse let go of her hand to uncork the canteen for them to drink when they reached the shade.

Ellie felt the ground give way suddenly as her hand slipped from Jesse's. Her eyes winded as she watched the ground pass by her. "ELLIE!" Her brothers voice echoed through the small hole as she plummeted with the bits of rock and sand that broke through with her. The landing was hard but she didn't stop there, tumbling down a small slope before she finely came to a stop.

Ellie pushed herself to sit up, her eyes wide and wet with tears as she peered around the darkness, one arm ached and she could feel blood seeping out of a cut on her forehead, her small body scratched and scrapped. She looked up as Jesse spoke. "J-just stay right there." She could hear more rock and sand tumbling down as she covered her head with he good arm. Jesse cursed wildly up above, his voice faint but frantic.

"Ellie! Ellie listen to me, I've got to go back, I've got to get help!" Ellie's lip trembled as she sobbed softly reaching up to the light with her good arm gasping slightly with her mouth open but... no words came out. "I'll be back Ellie! I promise just hold on!" And with that all else faded but the sound of the wind. "J-Jesse..." Her voice was little more then a soft whimper as she gazed up at the light.

Her arm slowly came back to her lap as she set tears streaming down her face. She set back against the slope she's rolled down pulling up her aching knees to her chest as she settled in to wait... her doll had been lost in the fall, possibly somewhere above her. She was alone... Hours passed and the light that filtered through the hole began to fade leaving nothing but the faint silvery glow of the moon, which cast her in almost perfect darkness.

Ellie had been dozing off, her body cold and numb when she heard commotion over head. the sound of horses hooves. and Jesse's voice shouting for her. "Hang on little one We'll get you out!" That was Dante's voice. Jesse had come back with help. She looked up watching the flickering orange light of fire light up the hole above minute passed and she could hear the murmur of voices, Jesse's rising and falling in his panic and desperation. Eventually the light was blocked and it began apparent as it became unblocked that someone had climbed into the hole. Dirt and sand raining down on her but she hadn't the strength to cover her head.

The silhouette came down slowly, a rope tied round his waist as he walked down the side of the rock finely coming to stand next to her. "I got you." He said quietly as she reached out a hand to him. "Dante..." Her small voice catching him by suprise. He carefully picked her up, holding her to him as he looked up. "Pull me up! nice an' slow!" with Ellie in one arm and grasping the rope in the other they rose towards the hole. Ellie warped her good arm around the good Preachers neck resting her head against his shoulder. When they drew closer Dante lifted Ellie up so that John could pull her out while Raven helped the preacher up and out of the hole.

Jesse was in tears as he hovered near by as the doctor inspected the little child in the light of the torches they had lit. "She'll live, but we need to get her treated and warmed up now."

[Kicks]

Giiiirl!!!! Amazing!!!!

[P.K.]

Giiiirl!!!! Amazing!!!!

Oh <3 Thank you kicks