Formula
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The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery.
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Post by Formula on Sept 3, 2010 23:37:49 GMT -5
So I've decided that with my having so much time off in the near future and beyond with school starting and my work hours appropriately diminishing, I would host a little something-something to get myself back into the creative spirit. If the administration/staff team opposes, I'll immediately take this down.
If not, however...
How it Works:
- Write a journal entry from the outlook of any one of your Erisdar characters on one of their most recent meetings with another Erisdar character, or an important event in Alagaesia. It doesn't matter if your character isn't usually the type for journals or diaries – or, in the case of dragons, lacks the hands to write in them. This can be as long or as short as you wish, but it must only be one journal entry.
- The event you speak of should be something that's actually happened for you in character. I'm looking for actual insight into your character's thoughts and feelings that might have otherwise gone unnoticed or unspoken. Show your character's depth! Surely there's more to them than meets the eye?
- Submissions can be entered in for up to two weeks, which means this contest ends on September 17, 2010.
- If this takes off and there's a great deal of interest, I may make this a regular thing with varying prompts.
What You Win:
- The winning entry gets a character portrait done by myself. This may take a couple of days to complete after the contest ends. If you'd prefer a banner/avatar combo instead of a drawing, I could do that as well at your request.
The drawing will be of the character in your journal entry, so if it isn't stated within the piece itself, please make a note of which character it is at either the beginning or end of your entry.
Post your entries into this thread, and let the fun begin! [/center] [/size][/color][/blockquote]
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Post by Angmor on Sept 4, 2010 9:27:21 GMT -5
Wow... This an excellent idea Form! Would I be eligible to join?
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Formula
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The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery.
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Post by Formula on Sept 4, 2010 13:27:58 GMT -5
Of course
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Post by Ze Flying Wraithetti Monstress on Sept 4, 2010 15:15:21 GMT -5
EEEEEEEEEEEG.
It sounds epic. I too, shall join! Er, but I'll prolly be one of the latest posters. XD
EDIT: I also haz a question. How often will a person be allowed to win the contest? -coughs and glares at Angmor- Cause... yeah. XD Is it possible for them to win more than once, or...?
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Formula
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The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery.
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Post by Formula on Sept 4, 2010 21:21:29 GMT -5
Well, considering I'm not sure how often I'll be putting them out if it does become a regular thing, it might vary. I suppose my answer is.. we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, lol.
-cough- ^^'
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Kite
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Now past the 1 year mark
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Post by Kite on Sept 5, 2010 12:37:39 GMT -5
I'd join, but I already have too much writing on my hands 3 weeks into school so maybe if this is ran more than once im in.
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Post by KYOU KANZAKI on Sept 6, 2010 8:59:29 GMT -5
[/i] I've seen him before. Like, in that quest I did before with that funny man, Kyemen. Oh well, that was a while ago. Back to what I was saying earlier. So, we met and he introduced me to his dragon, Sal. Her name is actually Salmissra, but she let me call her Sal. It's a nice nickname, don't you think? We went on a ride! I rode on a dragon, again and wasn't freaked out like the last time. (remember that time where I rode on Thorn? Yeah, wasn't pleasant...) We went to a nearby lake to have a chat! It was pretty nice and relaxing. I feel happy when I'm with him. It's not the whole 'love' thing, oh god no, it's more like a friendly type thing. Besides, it's good to have friends. Nayeli hasn't been around in a while and I never really see her anymore. I miss her and Osiris. They were so fun to hang around. I still consider her my best friend and I think she thinks I'm her best friend too! Apparently, we look like sisters. Dunno how, but we do? Daran says that he has a sister that's half elf too! He doesn't discriminate because, one, his sister is one too, and two, he thinks people who discriminate are stupid. Alright, I made the last one up, but really! They are stupid to discriminate! Like, take Kyou for example! She's always calling me a 'filthy half elf' in front and behind my back. I heard someone call me 'vermin' as well! It hurts, you know? How would you like to be called 'vermin', Journal? It's mean, right? Well, that was the first half of my day. Which leads me to say, was the good part. The second part was during the afternoon. Lunch time. I met up with Murtagh (as usual) and we ate together on the field. We were kinda silent today and I brought up Eragon because I was thinking about the conversation earlier with Daran. He snapped. Like, literally. He yelled at me and nearly killed me (again). You probably don't remember this, Journal...but he did do it once before. I lost consciousness. He was nearly crying the last time. This time, he ran away. The coward. I know, right? I don't see why Nayeli finds him attractive at all! He's just a big bully. Kinda. I felt bad for mentioning about Eragon, knowing that he probably is still touchy about that subject. But still! Normal people don't go killing people because of a touchy subject. (Ha, who am I to call normal?) Murtagh was probably crying. He is so damn emotional. I say it's because I rubbed off on him. Before, he was like a rock. Like, no emotions...nothing. Unreadable. I didn't really like him like that, at first...but I sort of grew to like him. He was always around Eragon, happy and all. I didn't even realize that they were brothers. I mean, they look completely different! Blonde and black hair? Seriously. How am I supposed to tell the difference. Truth is, I had a small crush on Murtagh when we first met. It's so embarrassing now to say, since I only like him as a brother. Not gonna lie though, Journal. Murtagh has a really nice looking body when he doesn't have his shirt on. I mean, he's got that six pack going and that scar on his back looks so... hot. Oh, ew. What am I saying? Bad Arwen! Never say that about him again. That sounded really nasty. Ew. (shudders) Anyways, as I was saying...Murtagh is an emotional boy. He's older than me, like Eragon is. Eragon, I can handle. We're sibilings. Murtagh, I'm not so sure. I've only known him three years of my life. So, I can't really say much. For three years, we're pretty close. Oh, and on that note! People keep complaining that I'm 'Murtagh's pet'. I mean, seriously? I hang around him and all, but I, Arwen, am NOT his pet. God, people can be so...ugh, I can't even find a word for this! Aggravating? I suppose that's one word to describe it. Pravus and Convel hate me. Like, they think I tag along with Murtagh because I'm his 'pet'. Pravus never said it, but he treats me like a...kid! I mean, he's totally old enough to be my father...but still! He's evil. Completely evil. People say, I'm ruthless. Clearly, they have NOT seen Pravus. Convel...is like a dog. A stupid dog. He obeys Pravus's orders on the spot. He betrayed the Varden. I still remember the time where I first met him in the Empire. With Elle. He sounded really nice. Then, the second time I met him was over in the dungeons. He was a completely changed man. I hate him now. He tried to challenge Murtagh to a freaking battle! How ridiculous is that? Anyways, what was I saying again? Sorry, I tend to get sidetracked so easily. I really have an attention span of a squirrel. I wonder how I'm even alive today! (yes, you're supposed to laugh at this part) but I digress. Murtagh was off being a baby while I ran to find him. Thorn and Convel saw what happened and they were pissed. It seemed as if they were on my side. Convel threatened to kill Murtagh because of that. I tried to calm him down, but it didn't exactly work out. I managed to actually get Murtagh to calm down, but he sort of exploded again. Thorn told me that Murtagh really loved me and all but he was just being emotional again. Something along those lines. Dammit, I still can't believe that he tried that same stunt on me again. He should be crying! I know he's damn depressing and all, bit seriously! ANGER ISSUES! I wonder if Nayeli does the same thing? The girl is so in love with Murtagh, I almost feel bad for her. I love Murtagh only as a brother and I'm freaking protective over that little slug! Ugh, now I feel pissed as I write this all down. Thorn flew away after we 'made up' with a hug (by me) and a kiss (by me again). I'm always the one who makes everything alright between us again! It's unfair. He never apologizes and he's always off being a jerk to me! When I try and get him to see how I feel about things, he gets angry. Bastard. Right? Well, Convel went away for lunch while Murtagh and I went back up to our rooms. I haven't talked to him since and I think he's in his room now. I'm not even gonna bother him now. I'm still upset at him and even though he thinks we're good, we really aren't. I'm not gonna talk to him for two days. I did it for a week once, and I can do it again...even though I know it's gonna get lonely up here. BUT THAT'S ALRIGHT. I've got Daran now! Yeah! Daran can be my substitute for Murtagh! Ha! Take that, stupid Murtagh! Emo Murty! (yes, it's a nickname for him that I made up. Everyone thinks that Kyou made it up, but she stole it from me!) Well, I'm gonna go off and sleep now. It's late. I'll write more soon! Promise. Xoxo, Arwen. [/ul][/size]
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phrostphyre
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I'm the Rascal King.
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Post by phrostphyre on Sept 6, 2010 13:48:41 GMT -5
Sgurr Uaran is the rallying point for my clan. She's a mountain, one of the Five Sisters of Kintail. I suppose I'm her child, in that she has always been there for me to retreat to and think, like a mother. My mother thinks I am dead. Suppose I am. Why not? If I showed up at the castle, all noble in a new kilt, shirt, and cap, I would be shot full of arrows to make sure I was dead. So I am stuck in this damned land, crouching in a field of grass, with the grass tickling my bare arse. My new 'friend' is off doing whatever the men here do before a battle. I've made my peace with my ancestors and my God. I'm crouched outside a noble's estate, outside of Teirm. The bastard what owns the place is a filthy buggerer, who's stolen several lasses from various cities. When I see the son of a bitch, I'm going to castrate him and make him eat his own bollocks. Well, I'm done writing. Hopefully I survive. If not, my last will and testament is thus: "That upon discovery of this, the finder is to proceed to a small stand of trees outside the city. Look for a rowan with a circle upon said rowan. In the circle is a cross; dig under the rowan, but four paces in front of the circle cross. The gold is yours, my friend. Don't spend it on prostitutes. And buy a ship. Kill my horse, lay him next to me, along with my armor and weapons, and send the ship out to sea, on fire."
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Wild Dog
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? ?The wolf that one hears is worse than the orc that one fears.? J.R.R.Tolkien
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Post by Wild Dog on Sept 10, 2010 18:53:36 GMT -5
[sarcasm]anybody want to bet that a mod will win this?[sarcasm] No, just joking.
Ryoushii on events transpiring in his life.
Everybody has expectations. They expect kids to grow up, wives to love their husbands, and the sun to come up tomorrow. I often wondered, when I was young, what would happen if these expectations people have are suddenly broken. What would they do? Would panic strike their hearts? Will they find comfort in their made-up excuses for these occurrences? Or will they do nothing, ignoring the oddities and continue with their lives? Such questions were raging through my mind as I grew up. In a way, I did challenge that ideal. I wasn't, oh how do I say it, not normal. I always believed that machinery and industry is the way of the future. Things of this old world must either change their ways or perish. Everybody thought me strange, but that was nothing compared to what was coming.
Now I am Shade. I thought that I would have no issues concerning other people's expectations on me, but was I wrong. That fool of a spirit binding my soul with a wolves. This left no room for magic. Now here me out, I am not sullen about the whole shade thing. I am much more powerful then I was before. Heck, I can't even remember my own name. But, lately, things started happening. First, of all, I am a Shade. Not evil, by nature, but I want what I take and take what I want. Feelings are optional. A waste of energy. I don't care if a child gets killed. Don't care if anybody dies.
Lately, though, I feel something inside of me. Something unnatural, or should I say, natural. It started once I came in contact with a wolf pack. Since then, the world seemed to change. I began questioning life. Why all this fighting. Seems to me, or another part of me, that all this killing is the easy way out. Course, that is only when I kill out of a whim. Other times, I feel a great need to kill. When justice is in it. I often wonder how much us humans, and elves, have lost in this world. We are all strangers to this land, but there are those who were here before us. I wondered what they can tell us of this land. The trees, but they are mute and share not their secrets. The birds, no, the are too flirty and fly off without an incentive. But wolves, they are intelligent. They know much of this land.
Then I listen to the shade part of me. Kill. Power. Revenge. All seem meaningless and attractive at the same time. All hold their own in my mind. I don't know I should pick one or the other? I am Shade, but at the same time I am a wolf. Is all this bickering between two forces in me? Or am I arguing against my self? Expectations, sometimes, seem much easy if you don't fight against them.
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Post by Ze Flying Wraithetti Monstress on Sept 11, 2010 20:27:56 GMT -5
IMO, it sucks so much that I almost threw it away entirely, but Don said it wasn't bad. So, here it is. I went for a flowery feel, which I haven't done for three years, and I can safely say it was WAY out of my comfort zone, not to mention I have never written a diary before, not even IRL. But it IS Laioni, so I can't go with the whole stomping through action thing like I usually do. Also, those who have been stalking me and Gael's thread in Aberon probably know that we aren't ANYWHERE near this point with our characters, but this is the closest thing to character development that I've got. Everyone who RPs with me is either slow or disappears. So, yeah. XD I cheated!
Ah, my darling little journal.
Though my motivations could never be clearer, I often feel as if I am in a forest. I cannot walk in a straight line, and if I am not exceedingly careful, I could lose my way.
That had been the prime worry that had arose shortly after I met Xanathiel. Like all supposedly fated meetings, I had only discovered him by accident, sitting alone in some backwater tavern that was in little better shape than an animal farm. Naturally, I had no desire to befriend him or seduce him out of the kindness of my heart- he happens to be a Shade, an undisputed master of black magic. I was not about to pass off such an opportunity, which was why I approached him, drank with him, and made sultry conversation with him. Ever since the death of my mother, I have been searching for a worthy teacher, as my abilities, though certainly substantially above average, are not yet powerful enough to achieve anything on my own. I require guidance.
And I succeeded- naturally, I appeased his tasteful desires of flesh. The lust in his eyes was very clear. However, no woman ever got anywhere on pure looks alone. I drew his interest with my grace, my exotic voice, and naturally, the singular grain of darkness within me. It was simple enough to tease him and invite him with what he christened my peach, my forbidden fruit. In that one sultry, intoxicating night in Aberon, I achieved a partner that was my superior in power, wisdom, and bestial pleasures.
However, I do not appear to have escaped from that binding partnership unscathed. Though I was possessed by the complete fantasy that it was I who controlled our relationship, both in business and in pleasure, Xanathiel has been manipulating me subtly and successfully. Where I once languished in thoughts of unlocked powers and secrets, I often think of him in their stead. The exotic appeal of his face, the endless miles and miles of ivory skin aching to be explored- it brings up feelings, carnal ones, which I once thought only those lesser than me could possess.
However, rather than fear or hate these new feelings as I normally do, I am oddly indifferent to them. My obsession has spread so far that I no longer care. I am content to dream, not unlike some frivolous schoolgirl, of my newfound Shade. I have reached an odd state of contentment that I almost dare call happiness. However, I shall not ponder it more than I already have. I have dreamed long enough, and must attend to my studies, lest Xanathiel label me as disobedient.
- Laioni
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