Fantastical CB Story
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Fantastical CB Story
Fantastical CB Story
I will be writing a story using CBers as characters! Those who remember my True Names CB story will remember this. Write a brief description of yourself (appearance and personality) and I will choose people to put into it as Primary (main) Characters, Secondary (more minor) Characters, and NPC (very minor) Characters.
Fill out this:
CB Name:
CB Appearance (make it fantasy-based):
CB Personality:
The plot: An adventuring party sets out to destroy a Vakashard, a gem of pure corruption, growing in the heart of an ancient mountain. Your characters may be part of the adventuring party, some of the monsters they fight, or even major villains they face. I have made three charries so far.
The Wizard:
Name: Illaeara
Gender: Female
Personality: Reserved. Very secretive. Intelligent, and loves her friends, despite not showing it. Seems unemotional and competitive to any outsider's point of view. Is desensitized to all violence. Very self-deprecating and insecure, despite being the most powerful member of the party besides maybe Westward (see Westward's bio). Has a highly androgynous voice, but appears somewhat more female than male due to the almost dress-like robes.
Appearance: Wears a white dress/robe with a jagged hem and a hood. Wears white gloves and grey boots. No one can see beyond her hood. She has a collar that casts an impenetrable darkness inside of her cloak, preventing people from seeing within. She casts Dancing Lights to make two spheres of light inside her cloak that look like eyes. In reality, she is a reformed Dark Elf (aka Drow) with dark grey skin, white hair and silver eyes. 5' tall. Thin.
Species: Elf, drow/dark elf
Alignment: Neutral Good
Stats: INT=18, WIS=16, STR=9, CHA=10, DEX=14, CON=10
The Bard:
Name: Eris Summerland
Gender: Female
Personality: Very aggressive. Overcompensates for being very short. (3' 10") Very hostile to the spellcasters of the party (Illaeara and Westward). Very hotheaded, yells a lot. Is simulatenously secretly very sensitive. Not your typical "cute" bard. Often crying and shouting at the same time. Wants to be a Barbarian but is physically weak. Frustrated with herself. Can be surprisingly charming if she tries.
Appearance: Wears a midriff top and capri pants in bright red. Carries a lute around over her shoulders. Has spiky, messy black hair and bright blue eyes. Very pale. Has a small dagger and is saving up to buy a battle-axe. VERY short due to her species, frustrated. Looks constantly irked.
Species: Half human, half halfling
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Stats: INT=15, WIS=11, STR=5, CHA=18, DEX=16, CON=10
The Cleric:
Name: West Warding (goes by Westward)
Gender: Male
Personality: Very strict and detached, lawful good to the max. Takes his job very seriously as a Cleric of Tyr. Dislikes Eris strongly, keeps her around because of her bardic skills. Very strict about never stealing or cheating (blah,blah,blah) and such, to the annoyance of his fellow party members. Worried about breaking any laws, even keeping off the grass. A stick in the mud. Secretly loves his fellow party members. Is fascinated by Illaeara, wonders what she is. VERY blunt.
Appearance: Heavy armor with Tyr's emblem on it. Missing a hand. Has blonde hair and dark blue eyes. Scowls almost constantly. Has very pink pale skin. Dark circles under his eyes. Wears an amulet shaped like a sword. Uses a long sword with a leather-wrapped hilt. Has a red shirt on under his armor, plus leather slacks. Has a fur neckline.
Species: human
Alignment: Lawful Good
Stats: Int=15, WIS=18, STR=15, CHA=8, DEX=10, CON=15
So fill out the form!
THIS IS NOT A RP. I AM WRITING THIS AS A STORY.
(May 7, 2017 - 4:04 pm)
RAISE YOUR HANDS IF YOU SHIP ILLAEARA/WESTWARD!
Me !
(May 24, 2017 - 7:15 pm)
Rmmm....Ahhhhh!!!!! ....nawwwwww.... I dont think that ship would go.... there to alike..........sorta....kinda...hmmmmmm. Naw.
(May 24, 2017 - 8:36 pm)
Sorry Esquire, but I must politely disagree. I think they would be a wonderful and very dynamic ship that would add even more depth to the story.
(May 24, 2017 - 10:53 pm)
Totally do!!!!
(May 25, 2017 - 7:53 am)
(May 25, 2017 - 3:38 pm)
Hey admins, a post of mine with the subject labelled "prophet" came through as just blank space. It was an important story hint. Any idea why?
No. No idea. I don't remember seeing it, but another Admin was posting today midday. Please resubmit it.
Admin
(May 25, 2017 - 7:20 pm)
Admin, how many Admins are there? Sorry for the random question, it's just been on my mind. Hope you have a great day! (no one seems to remember Admins are human and have bad/mediocre/and good days too)
There's mostly just me, but two others that post for a few hours on weekdays and may do more whenever I'm on vacation. Reading comments from all of you is a day brightener, whatever kind of day I'm having!
Admin
(May 26, 2017 - 2:58 pm)
(May 27, 2017 - 7:25 pm)
(May 28, 2017 - 2:10 pm)
~Killim ^^
(May 28, 2017 - 7:47 pm)
(May 29, 2017 - 3:09 pm)
So sorry for the delay! A new part will be up tomorrow, hopefully!
(May 29, 2017 - 5:03 pm)
Part A of Part5
Two hundred years before the start of the story
"Featherquill, are you coming along or not?"
"Coming!" John Featherquill said, pulling his gaze away from the moss-coated stone. He sighed, deflating, and followed his master and mistress through the bustling streets of Verineth.
His mistress soon stopped at a baker's stall just a booth down, and John once again turned to stare at the ancient stone. A sword sat in it, embedded half into the stone, still shining like new. He watched as a few cackling schoolboys tried to pry it from the rock, slipping off and fighting each other for a good spot. Each time a boy pulled, the runes around the hilt would glow silver and the sword would hold strong, as it had for generations upon generations.
"You need to stop staring at that sword, John," came a voice behind him.
He turned and saw the burning scarlet eyes of Angvyll, a fellow servant (and, more notably, a dark elf). She was his age, only ten years or so. She had been taken as a child, a prisoner of war. Her people likely did not know where she was.
"Are you little rapscallions conspiring?" came their mistress' voice, with an air of joking pretention. John and Angvyll giggled. Their mistress laughed.
"Oh, you children will be of no help today. Why don't you run along and play?" their mistress said, handing each of them a golden coin. Angvyll squealed with delight. Their mistress smiled and waved as they dashed off into the throngs of gaily dressed market folk. John cast a glance behind him and saw his master and mistress arguing. With his excellent hearing, he picked up, "-not family, Maria, so don't treat them as such-"
Then he and Angvyll were too far away to hear, and Angvyll was leading on.
He kept pace with her, saying, "Angvyll, Angvyll, we should go look at the sword, Angvyll-"
"Hush a minute, John!" she admonished. He was about to protest, but realized that he'd heard none of her usual imperiousness. He turned daw where she was looking. He took her hand as her breathing came quicker.
A cart full of options and poisons sat in front of them, bottles of dark and sulfurous liquid casting ribbons of black light across the weathered mahogany. John watched in awe as the driver of the cart stepped out to greet them. It couldn't be, not here...
The adult drow driving the cart smiled down at Angvyll. "Lolth's blessing to you, little lady."
(May 30, 2017 - 11:13 am)
Hah! This is great so far, Brooke. Keep it up!
(May 31, 2017 - 6:21 am)
It should say "adult drow" not "adult drop" in the last paragraph.
I fixed it for you.
Admin
(May 31, 2017 - 8:55 am)