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So, the charries live in a world called Argwen. It has eight parts, the western meadows (Evanlop), the eastern mountains (Vivtak), the middle forest (Seftu), the northern desert (Lopi), the northwest lake (Bora), the northeast tundra (Marta), the under kingdom (Damhu), and the sky kingdom (Skara). Anyone can join, at any point. One charrie per person. Argwen's magical castle that holds the world together in Seftu is falling apart, and everyone needs to join forces to find out what is going on. Not many people live in Vivtak, Seftu, or Evanlop and most of the population is spread out through Lopi, Bora, Marta, Damhu, and Skara. No one can enter the castle because of a spell that the castle put on itself, except for Emma and Lorcan. Griffins can enter, so the Castle has become a place where griffins live. Emma lives there. Any questions just ask me.
Name: Emma
Age: 11
Appearance: Dark auburn hair, shoulder length pale,
tall and somewhat thin , a good amount of freckles, medium brown eyes,
medium straight nose, medium lips, pretty wears nice looking but
practical clothing, shoes similar to moccasins
Personality: Very blunt, so much so that people mistake
her for mean, but really she is just painfully truthful and doesn't
hide her opinion, she is stubborn and proud, clever, a strategic
thinker, she enjoys being at the center of attention, she is super loyal
to her friends but slightly needy, she hates being left out, but is a
bit of a hypocrite. She is in love with nature. Very powerful for her
age. Very independent.
Home: Seftu
Skills: Very resourceful, strong, fast, has a way with animals. can communicate with griffins. Can make plants grow instantly and has other...powers that will be discovered by others later. Can climb very well.
Gender: Female
Backstory: She was left in the Castle as a baby and the Castle cared for her until she was old enough to care for herself.
Animal: Griffin named Lorcan. She has taken care of him since she found his egg in the western meadows. They bonded right away. Lorcan is a wild griffin and is very loyal to Emma, who rides him.
submitted by Echo, age 11, My Room
(May 3, 2016 - 4:31 pm)
(May 3, 2016 - 4:31 pm)
ere's the Charrie I promised:
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NAME: Arowyn
AGE: 13
SPECIES: Elf
APPEARENCE: green eyes, long, wavy, auburn hair, pale skin, a few nose freckles, high cheek bones, tall and fairly thin. Usually wears a green dress.
PERSONALITY: very tomboyish, loves riding and archery and U.S. very good at both. She has a quick temper, and will fight for what she believes in.
HOME: Vivtak
SKILLS: Archery, riding, is very good with animals, has life powers. (Can make things grow faster, sometimes make things not die, good with animals and nature)
GENDER: Female
BACKSTORY: Arowyn grew up in Vivtak, and was in love with animals, nature, and the outdoors. Her mother wanted her to be lady-like but she wouldn't accept it.
ANIMAL: Elkin, a Winged Wolf she found as a puppy. She rides him everywhere, and they are best friends.
(May 7, 2016 - 11:19 am)
~|Lenara|~ I dart through the small crowd, hoping not to be noticed. I can only get food for Llewedor and I during the busy shop hours. That doesn't mean that I won't be.
I step into a line, looking around. A little girl of eight takes one look at me, and screams. She darts behind her mother's skirts, pointing at me. I pull the hood of my cloak further over my face. But it's too late. She's saying something to her mother, and then her mother gasps and pulls her deeper into the crowd.
I shake my head. Don't let them get to you, I tell myself. Easier said than done. I step forward. The man ignores me. "I said, NEXT!" he says, bellowing the last word. "Excuse me, sir," I say firmly. "NEXT!" he bellows again. But there's no one behind me.
"SIR," I say again. "Oh," he says in a disappointed tone. "What can I do for a piece of filth like you?" he snaps. "I would like to buy a couple of rabbits," I say softly.
"Coins first," he says gruffly. I frown. Even though I'm used to this type of treatment, it doesn't make it any easier. "Very well," I say curtly. I hand over six renrii. He glares at them for a moment, then hands over the two rabbits. The delay will make Llewedor worry.
I scurry back through the crowds to the Caverns. I close my eyes, open them, then stride into the tunnels. Five minutes later, Llewedor appears.
"Where were you?" he demands. "You could have been hanged!" I brush away the tears threatening to spill out. "I wouldn't let them catch me," I say crossly, walking on.
"Come on," Llewedor says in a softer tone, grabbing my hand and slowly pulling me to the cave. Suddenly, the dam breaks. My tears flood over my face. "Oh, Lenara …"
(May 7, 2016 - 12:52 pm)
~|Lenara|~ Llewedor hugs me close as I cry, letting all the tears spill over. "W-why do they think it's our fault?" I choke out. "Because they are blind. Blind as —" He stops, an awkward look on his face. My tears stop as a wave of anger surges up.
"You were going to say a bat, weren't you?" I demand fiercely.
Llewedor opens his mouth, then closes it. "That's right," I snap. "You're more human than I am!" I say, trying to push past him.
He grabs my arm. "You know we both contain unsafe amounts of dark magic in us. We might as well use those powers for the greater good of this world."
Tears well up in my eyes. "But how can we do that if no one will trust us?"
"We'll find a way." Llewedor promises, letting go of my arm. I turn away and wipe the tears away. A sudden thought strikes me. "I'm leaving." I announce. "Wh-what?!" Llewedor splutters.
"We need to find a new place. A place where we can be accepted for who were are, not what we have been forced to become." I say brusquely.
"Lenara, don't be so brash," Llewedor warns. "I don't care if you're coming with me, but I'm leaving!" I shriek.
(May 9, 2016 - 6:43 am)
Top!
(May 8, 2016 - 7:29 am)
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(May 8, 2016 - 6:34 pm)
~Arowyn~
My hair blows back from my face as I pull back the arrow, then let it go. It soars through the air before hitting the target with a thud. I hear the soft beat of Elkin's paws on the ground beneath me. His wings are folded up on his back, and I'm practicing my archery. It's always harder to shoot at a moving target, but it's still easy for me. Shooting arrows is like breathing air to me. It's a natural part of life. I pull another arrow from my quiver, take aim, pull back, and fire. I watch in amazement as it whizzes through the air. I pat Elkin's thigh, a signal to take to the sky. The large wolf spreads his wings and leaps into the air. His wings beat the air furiously, while his legs seem to be running on air. He lets his tongue loll out of his mouth and pants happily. He loves flying. I don't need a sadle or reigns to ride Elkin. I just let him take me where he will. I've trained him to follow hand signals, but I don't need them today. I lean foward and bury my face in the wolf's soft white fur. I can't imagine what I'd do if anything ever happened to him.
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i know this is super short, but I didn't know what else to do. Could someone explain to me about the festival in Vivtak? Cause I live in Vivtak. Nugget says grnt. He's grunting.
(May 9, 2016 - 9:14 am)
So basically, I wrote something in one of my posts ( see Ashlynn) and my charrie is going to a festival that's supposed to be for boys only. Since the Riddler also lives in Vivtak, their charrie decided to follow mine to this festival. ( see Illia). There aren't really any specific details for the festival, just that something important will happen. Since you also live in Vivtak, you can decide whether you want to go to the festival disguised as a boy or lurk in the shadows to spy. Sorry that I didn't explain to you sooner... I didn't see your charrie until just now! I'll probably write something with a little more about the festival soon...
(May 9, 2016 - 6:52 pm)
It's fine! I just made my charrie recently. I think Arowyn will go to the festival either disguised as a boy, or openly. Arowyn absolutely opposes people who think that girls shouldn't be allowed to do things that boys are allowed to do.
(May 10, 2016 - 9:48 am)
Vivtak is one of the places that not many people live in. So please if anyone else makes a charrie make he/she from a different region. Maybe one of the ones that no one is from.
(May 10, 2016 - 4:39 pm)
Sorry! I picked Vivtak before I read any other comments about people living in Vivtak. I love the mountains and I live in the Appalachian mountains in real life. So that's why I picked it.
(May 11, 2016 - 8:26 am)
(May 11, 2016 - 10:57 pm)
You can go ahead and make up the species. You can join, but if you are okay with it can you please live one of the places that no one has made a charrie for. If you really want to make one in Bora than that is fine. But no one else make charries in Bora or Vivtak please.
(May 13, 2016 - 5:07 pm)
~|Lenara|~ I glare at Llewedor for a moment. "Ystlumod." I mutter, tears filling my eyes once again. "Lenara, you know we have agreed that we would not use our powers!"
I have but a moment more before the transformation finishes. "Teithio Cysgodol." I command. Oh dear. I've forgotten to say where it is that I wish to travel to. Well, at least Llewedor won't be able to follow me.
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Sorry, I have to go!
(May 12, 2016 - 8:23 am)
Ashlynn~
I head down the bumpy cobblestone streets toward the festival. I know that I should tie up my hair, or at least put it in a hood, but the feeling of the stinging wind blowing my hair worth the risk of getting caught. I see a flicker of movement, just out of the scope of my peripheral vision. It’s probably nothing, but I could swear I saw a cloak disappearing around the corner.
I'm sorry... I know this is super short... I'll try to write more soon...
(May 14, 2016 - 12:59 am)
Ok, here goes...
|\~/| Grant
I'm gonna die. I just know it. I race through the trees, trying to outrun whatever is chasing me, but I'm failing. Trees tear my clothes, roots trip up my feet, and I start to run out of breath. Finally, I trip over a particularly evil root and face-plant into a squishy puddle of mud. Another new thing. Skara doesn't have mud. Or dirt. Exhausted, I lie there, waiting for something to come up and rip out my heart, or slice off my head, or something. Instead, I hear noises. The noises of the forest, which I had grown accostomed to, and something different. Something out of place.
Cautiously, I flip over onto my back and wipe the mud out of my eyes. I rub them again, sure that I'm hallucinating. Over me, stands a horse, at least 15 hands tall, with a butterscotch coat and black mane streaming in the wind. But what really takes my breath away, is the wings. Feathered like a bird's, they stretch long and proud above the stallion, blocking the sun from my eyes. They are the same color as the stallion himself, with just a touch of black along the edges.
Gingerly, I stand up, hoping that this illusion, for this was all it could be, wouldn't pounce on me. I extend a shaking hand to its muzzle, hoping against hope that it could be true. A warm snout pushes up against my fingers, and I almost fall over in shock. It really is true. I've found a pegasus.
I know, I know, such a cliché. Sorry!
(May 14, 2016 - 9:30 pm)