HEY EVERYONE! writers,

Chatterbox: Inkwell

HEY EVERYONE! writers,

HEY EVERYONE! writers, editor prodigies, and bookworms! Welcome to the story thread!! we are going to make our very own world, super powers, heros, villians, and magical animals! know we need to unight and make a master peice!!This will be done as a ROLE PLAY AND ROUND ROBIN!!! ( a story with multipul CBers particiapating!!we will work together to write and writes a comunal story of their respected characher!!) 

here are some word we will use:

-Charrie-means Characher, often used in RP like this! ( here is an Ex; " Anyway, here are my Charries.")

-Charries street, is a sheet in RP that one use to intoduce/create a charrie

RR or Round Robin, like a ROLE PLAY, multipul people work together on a story, However this will be more like a standerd book each person takes turns writing chapters! 

-SI, Sceret Identity

- OP, Over Powered or Over Powering. when a Characher in The RP is Super-Powerful and its not fun for other people to RP. 

start thinking of a world, what is it like? is it magical? ect.

then think of some Charchers! what are their powers? do they have powers? weakness ect.

the we make villains

THEN STORY TIME!! get those pencils ready!! 

I would like to have this story done by march of 2022!! and we will start today!!(oct. 25 2021)

ENJOY

(P.S) if you have huge long pargraphs don't be ashamed! type that baby out we would love to hear your ideas!!

(P.S.S) PLEASE USE GOOD GRAMMER AND SPELLING :)  

enjoy!!

Leaf-out

 

submitted by Leaf , age Uncountabl, Mirkwood
(October 25, 2021 - 1:11 pm)

back to the Inkwell

What exactly do I do?

submitted by Shining Star, age 13 eons, The Milky Way
(November 8, 2021 - 3:14 pm)

You write part of the story. We have already written a little bit, so you can read that.

submitted by @Shining Star, From:Pancake
(November 9, 2021 - 8:18 am)

Part Two

"Lyric."

The elf in question flinched, dropping the apple she was about to buy.

"I don't recall ever giving you permission to buy that."

Lyric turned around to face the NYG standing behind her. "I thought the queen passed a law stating each commoner can buy seven gold coins worth of produce a week," she said, trying her hardest to keep sarcasm out of her voice.  "Sir."

"Because of your- ah- circumstances, we must take more precautions around you."

She bit back a sigh.  One time!  I lifted an NYG up in the air one time, and now I have to ask to buy food?  

"Put back the apple," said the guard pleasantly.  "You'll have to wait until tomorrow for food, now."

Lyric bent down to pick up the tantalizing red fruit as her stomach growled.  The guard smirked.  Blinking back tears, she gave it back to the salesman who seemed just as frustrated as Lyric did at the would-be purchase.   

A few months ago, Lyric would have never let that slide.  She wouldn't've cared if she was disobaying (disobeying?  Disobeing?) the greatest power in Kilazya.  She wouldn'tve cared if they tried to punish her; she was fast and clever.  But then... then she lost control.  She caught a guard about to hit a skinny seven-year-old who had stolen food.  This had gone too far.  Up until that point, Lyric had done her best to hide her powers.  But that day, she was furious.  More furious than she ever had been before.  Using her telekinesis, she threw that evil man into a brick wall.  He was fine, just a broken leg and a concussion.  

Every guard in the area saw it.  Every guard feared she was one of the elves Starchaser had foretold.  She tried to convince them it was a fluke, and he slipped, and she kind of succeeded- mostly because the guards didn't want to believe the prophecy was true- but from that point on, she was watched like a hawk.  And if she stuck one toe out of line, Lyric knew it could mean death. 

 

submitted by Tsuki the Skywolf, age many moons
(November 8, 2021 - 5:28 pm)

Cool! I want to wait a bit before posting more of the story. I still have Diamonique, but I want to wait a bit.

submitted by Pancake
(November 8, 2021 - 6:44 pm)

I illustrated your chapter! :)

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submitted by pangolin, Outskirts of the Galaxy
(November 8, 2021 - 8:28 pm)

HEY! EVERYONE! I have something very enlightening! *says in a super-sweet sarcastic tone* For most replies, we are on the TWENTY-SECOND PAGE! Yay.

submitted by Pancake
(November 8, 2021 - 9:04 pm)

This is looking great!! Great chapter one!! I anm loving how this is going!!

submitted by Leaf
(November 9, 2021 - 11:09 am)
I know I said I woulkd wait, but oh well.
Part Three
~~~Diamonique~~~

Diamonique Leonard would escape tonight. She couldn’t stand being watched! It was horrifying! She couldn’t even take a nap without permission. Her guard, “Master Ransom” Woods, was extremely strict. He hated her. It was very obvious. His real name was Colton Woods. She called him Master Ransom in her mind. It was ironic, actually. He would never pay a ransom.
“Move it! You’re mining tonight! The queen needs more Diamonds! Course, it must be hard to sacrifice one of your own!” He said with a laugh.
“Will you ever remember my name? Or are you too forgetful?” she asked.
“One more comment from you and you’re working till sunset!” He growled.
Like I don’t do that every single day. She thought. I always work until sunset. It’s nothing new. Whether I’m mining, or farming, or anything. Plus, I just got a new prophecy!
“Move it! You are way too slow!” the guard growled.
“Maybe you’re too fast. Slow down a little. This world’s never goin’ anywhere,” she grumbled.
“That’s it! You’re working till sunset! And no dinner!” the guard said.
At this point, it didn’t even matter. It happened almost every day. Did the guard even get it?

----------

That night, she packed up. She got everything ready. Suddenly, she heard a siren. She looked through the window. Guards were being sent out! Oh no... She put away her stuff and jumped in bed. A guard burst through her door.
“Come with me!” shouted Master Ransom Woods.
“Why? I’m supposed to be in bed,” I said.
“The queen has found a relic! It will tell if you are in IS’s prophecy!” He said.
IS was what they called Illis Starchaser. She got up and they headed out. Woods was acting really weird. She really wanted to find that out.
“What’s really going on?” she asked. “I know that it’s just a cover-up to get people moving.”
“IS is found. He is still alive,” said Colton.
“What? I need to talk to him!” I said.
“We don’t know where he is! We’re figuring out who’s hiding him!” Colton said.
“Hmph. Anyway, why would you tell me? You hate me, don’t you?” she asked.
He stiffened but didn’t answer. She was infuriated now. Why wouldn’t they tell her anything? They told her about IS, so why not this?
They arrived at the palace. Everyone was lined up next to his or her guard. Diamon stood next to Master Ransom. Many people were already questioned. When it was her turn, the queen asked various questions.
“Are you keeping IS in your house?”
“No. I do wish to talk to him however.”
“Do you have any powers?”
“Not that I know of.” A lie.
After the questioning was over, she went home. She slept well, but only because she knew that Illis is alive.
submitted by Pancake, age Open
(November 9, 2021 - 2:15 pm)
This is what has happened so far.
Prologue:  A Brief History of the Seventh Era of Crynyr, as told by Mr. Storm Locksliver 
Kilazya, the great city of elves, was beautiful once. It still was, as Queen Nicole Crynyr reminded her subjects every day, peaceful and prosperous and grand.  However, much to Her Majesty's dismay, the citizens could never consider their home as beautiful as it was many years ago, when the people were free and unrestrained.
Presently, Kilazya was also the residence of the Neon Yellow Guards, who watched over the commoners with eagle's eye and vulture's talon. The NYG, as they were often referred to, controlled everything- under Her Majesty's instruction, of course; it was of utmost importance that she was able to keep everything in its proper place.  They were stationed everywhere, their namesake neon yellow uniforms standing out against rain or shine, in the same fashion a poisonous frog's bright colors warn predators, "I am dangerous." 
Nicole's kingdom, in the early days of her rule, was a happy one.  The elves were free, free to do what they wished, free to be what they would.  The only laws the Queen found necessary were the basic ones, ones that forbid murder and theft and protected her city from evil.  As time went on, though, Nicole became worried her wonderful kingdom would fall to ruin. She told her subjects that, anyway, though her true fear was more of herself falling to ruin, her subjects becoming dissatisfied with her rule and robbing her of it, that her glorious era coming to an end.
Nicole often dreamed of an ancient relic, one that could freeze her people and her city in an endless loop- doing the same things every day, staying where she could keep watch on them, gently and easily conforming to her ideal of everyday life.  She longed for this item, but in all the tales she found of it, it had been destroyed centuries ago.
Rumors and suspicions passed among the commoners.  "She's too weak to even open the palace doors without a servant!"  Some would hiss to their neighbors.  "She's incapable of rule, to blind to know greatness when it's right in front of her!" Some would scoff to their friends.  "You're a pretentious fool," some would shout up to the palace balcony. "Too indecisive, too hesitant!  You don't deserve to be a part of the great Crynyr line of rulers!"
Furious, the Queen passed new laws and hired the NYG to enforce them.  She controlled what you could buy, what you could sell, what you could say and what you could do.   Anything you made had to be checked over.  She decided when you could leave your house.  She decided what food you got, what freedom you got and what you had to do.  She built a huge wall to keep people out and in of the city.  She had absolute control.
Needless to say, the elves weren't going to just fall in line so easily.  In the times the commoners were allowed to roam the city, they built passageways and tunnels to underground markets and safe spaces and chests to keep their illegal items.  They built ways to escape the city for those who felt it necessary.  When people began to go missing, the Queen ordered a search of their houses and a sweep of the city, but the elves were clever and hid their tunnels well.
One elf, by the name of Illis Starchaser, claimed he had the power of prophecy.  He told the people of  Kilazya there would be born a group of young elves of great skill.  Some would be gifted stealth and determination or a good sense of right and wrong.  Others would be blessed with magic from the gods above.  Some would even come from outside of Kilazya.  This group, he claimed, would be the one to end the tyranny of Queen Nicole Crynyr.  The aforementioned ruler threw Starchaser in prison for treason.  He died there, still believing in his prophecy... but if it was true, no one knows...
CHAPTER 1
Semyon’s P.O.V 
Semyon Aarseth was being escorted home. He had been to the market and allowed to by enough to keep him well fed. He was still rich and would donate money to the secret bank in the tunnels. He often though about the prophecy. Illis Starchaser...what if the prophecy was true? Was he one of them? No one had magic in over a century, unless Illis had the power of Prophecy. He wanted to meet Illis, and ask him all sorts of questions. There had been a rumor; no one could confirm it, that Illis was still alive. It seemed impossible.
“Move it! You don’t have all day!” came the familiar threat of a NYG. Instead of saying, “I don’t have all day,” it was “You don’t have all day.”
Semyon turned and said, “Actually I do. As you may recall, we have as long as we wish in the day. Unless the order comes from the queen herself.”
“Don’t get smart with me!” threatened the guard.
“I don’t understand what’s got you so angry? All I did was point out a little mistake,” said Semyon. 
“Yeah. It is a little mistake,” growled the guard. “Another mistake and you’re getting the Fist.”
Semyon didn’t get why they thought the Fist was so threatening. All they did was punch you with “the Fist.” It was pathetic really, but Semyon did not want to get punched, so he didn’t point this out.
When he got home, his guard stood by the only exit to the City of Kilazya. He made lunch and sat down to eat.
“Where are your manners? Make me some food, boy,” came another thread from the guard.
“You didn’t ask, so I assumed you were not hungry. Please sit,” said Semyon. “I knew you aren’t too hungry though. You ate a whole chicken well I was shopping.”
“Never mind! Don’t make me any food. I’ll get it myself!” said the guard.
“You sure? You look rooted to the spot. Isn’t moving against-,“ Semyon began.
“Be quiet boy! Get me some food!” said the guard.
Semyon got some sandwich supplies and make a sandwich for the guard. He gave it to the guard, who looked at it carefully before eating it.
“Wondering whether I poisoned it?” asked Semyon.
The guard turned red with rage, but did nothing. Semyon had the only guard in the city who anyone could do what Semyon does. All the other guards are extremely strict. You can’t mess with them. Semyon’s guard you can mess with as long as you want without being too bad. This is why Semyon is so cocky.
“Lunch is over! You are to work in the fields till dinner!” said the guard.
“I did that yesterday. And I check the schedule. I am supposed to open my shop,” said Semyon. Then, adding fake concern, he said, “Are you alright? You seem forgetful today! Perhaps you should see a doctor.”
“I don’t need to! I just left my schedule at home! It’s nothing to be concerned about!” shouted the guard.
“Alright. Also, I have been forgetting to ask. Please, tell me your name,” Semyon said, hoping to learn this guard’s name.
“Fine! It’s Cranley Xinhai!” said the guard sulkily.
“Xinhai? You mean you’re related to Yaron Xinhai. The great warrior?” asked Semyon, pretending to be impressed,
“He wasn’t a warrior! He was a wizard! Killed for attempted murder of her Majesty!” shouted the guard.
I wish he succeeded, thought Semyon. They went out to Semyon’s shop, which was a possibility shop. There were many requests, as Semyon was the only one running this business. Many shops had duplicates. Farmer shops, stables, restaurants, you name it. The only shop without duplicates was the Possibility shop. Inside, there was possibility. You can get a job, find almost anything that the queen allows, and some claim to find other worlds. Semyon ran the only Possibility shop in the tunnels as well. But there, he sold next to everything. They used different money as well. That way, it wouldn’t be recognizable.
When it was dinner, Semyon made dinner for Cranley and himself. After sunset, the trading would begin. At sunset, Cranley went home. Now Semyon raced to his shop in the tunnels. He just finished setting it up when people came in. He limited twenty customers a night, that way some people would have to go to other places. This place was certainly busy. He closed up at midnight and headed to his bed. He slept very well.
Part Two
"Lyric."
The elf in question flinched, dropping the apple she was about to buy.
"I don't recall ever giving you permission to buy that."
Lyric turned around to face the NYG standing behind her. "I thought the queen passed a law stating each commoner can buy seven gold coins worth of produce a week," she said, trying her hardest to keep sarcasm out of her voice.  "Sir."
"Because of your- ah- circumstances, we must take more precautions around you."
She bit back a sigh.  One time!  I lifted an NYG up in the air one time, and now I have to ask to buy food?  
"Put back the apple," said the guard pleasantly.  "You'll have to wait until tomorrow for food, now."
Lyric bent down to pick up the tantalizing red fruit as her stomach growled.  The guard smirked.  Blinking back tears, she gave it back to the salesman who seemed just as frustrated as Lyric did at the would-be purchase.   
A few months ago, Lyric would have never let that slide.  She wouldn't have cared if she was disobeying the greatest power in Kilazya.  She wouldn't have cared if they tried to punish her; she was fast and clever.  But then... then she lost control.  She caught a guard about to hit a skinny seven-year-old who had stolen food.  This had gone too far.  Up until that point, Lyric had done her best to hide her powers.  But that day, she was furious.  More furious than she ever had been before.  Using her telekinesis, she threw that evil man into a brick wall.  He was fine, just a broken leg and a concussion.
Every guard in the area saw it.  Every guard feared she was one of the elves Starchaser had foretold.  She tried to convince them it was a fluke, and he slipped, and she kind of succeeded- mostly because the guards didn't want to believe the prophecy was true- but from that point on, she was watched like a hawk.  And if she stuck one toe out of line, Lyric knew it could mean death. 
Part Three
~~~Diamonique~~~
Diamonique Leonard would escape tonight. She couldn’t stand being watched! It was horrifying! She couldn’t even take a nap without permission. Her guard, “Master Ransom” Woods, was extremely strict. He hated her. It was very obvious. His real name was Colton Woods. She called him Master Ransom in her mind. It was ironic, actually. He would never pay a ransom.
“Move it! You’re mining tonight! The queen needs more Diamonds! Course, it must be hard to sacrifice one of your own!” He said with a laugh.
“Will you ever remember my name? Or are you too forgetful?” she asked.
“One more comment from you and you’re working till sunset!” He growled.
Like I don’t do that every single day. She thought. I always work until sunset. It’s nothing new. Whether I’m mining, or farming, or anything. Plus, I just got a new prophecy!
“Move it! You are way too slow!” the guard growled.
“Maybe you’re too fast. Slow down a little. This world’s never goin’ anywhere,” she grumbled.
“That’s it! You’re working till sunset! And no dinner!” the guard said.
At this point, it didn’t even matter. It happened almost every day. Did the guard even get it?
----------
That night, she packed up. She got everything ready. Suddenly, she heard a siren. She looked through the window. Guards were being sent out! Oh no... She put away her stuff and jumped in bed. A guard burst through her door.
“Come with me!” shouted Master Ransom Woods.
“Why? I’m supposed to be in bed,” I said.
“The queen has found a relic! It will tell if you are in IS’s prophecy!” He said.
IS was what they called Illis Starchaser. She got up and they headed out. Woods was acting really weird. She really wanted to find that out.
“What’s really going on?” she asked. “I know that it’s just a cover-up to get people moving.”
“IS is found. He is still alive,” said Colton.
“What? I need to talk to him!” I said.
“We don’t know where he is! We’re figuring out who’s hiding him!” Colton said.
“Hmph. Anyway, why would you tell me? You hate me, don’t you?” she asked.
He stiffened but didn’t answer. She was infuriated now. Why wouldn’t they tell her anything? They told her about IS, so why not this?
They arrived at the palace. Everyone was lined up next to his or her guard. Diamon stood next to Master Ransom. Many people were already questioned. When it was her turn, the queen asked various questions.
“Are you keeping IS in your house?”
“No. I do wish to talk to him however.”
“Do you have any powers?”
“Not that I know of.” A lie.
After the questioning was over, she went home. She slept well, but only because she knew that Illis is alive.
submitted by Pancake
(November 9, 2021 - 5:56 pm)

I will update this and add the other parts every so often. 

submitted by Pancake, age Open, Custard Shop
(November 10, 2021 - 7:52 am)

Thank Pancake!! I would say we have the first 3 chp. done..I am NOT going to change anything Its perfect!!

And I don't want to take anyones Charries...So will someone chose one for me to write about?? 

submitted by Leaf
(November 10, 2021 - 11:29 am)

I could create another charrie for you! If you want to use it, you can. Otherwise, you can write about Diamonique.

 

Here:

Charrie Sheet:


Name: Mx Aki Badger


Gender: which ever you chose.


Age ( 13-18): 16 i guess?


Ablitiy: flight


Description:  tall with fair skin, white hair and black eyes


Backstory: born into a nice family, was taught to respect the queen.


Other: He or she respects the queen, but they also don't like the queen very much.

 

 

 

What do you think? If you would like to edit them, go ahead. 

submitted by Pancake, age Open, Custard Shop
(November 10, 2021 - 3:14 pm)

Extra charrie, just in case anyone wants another one to write about.

 

Charrie Sheet:


Name: Mx Yasu Glass


Gender: none


Age ( 13-18): 17


Ablitiy: water


Description:short with olive skin, black hair and green eyes.


Backstory: n/a


Other: n/a

submitted by Pancake, age Open, Custard Shop
(November 10, 2021 - 3:33 pm)

Imma write more from Semyon's POV. I keep almost typing Seymon. But it Semyon.

submitted by Pancake
(November 11, 2021 - 6:59 am)
Part 4

Semyon got up. What a crazy night! He sighed and got ready for the day. As he got up, he wondered if they had been talking about Illis’s body. He couldn’t be alive!
“If you’re ready, then get to work! Make me some breakfast!” said Cranley.
“Morning. I have no food fit for a king. However, you are a beggar, so any food will do,” said Semyon.
The guard growled, but stayed silent. Semyon made breakfast which was a small cake. He cut a fourth for Cranley.
“What is this, Semyon? You should have this piece!” Cranley said.
“A little kid, are we? And you will eat a lot when we are about, this is no sacrifice,” said Semyon.
“One more comment and your shop will not be opening today. Instead, you will work in the mines!” said Cranley.
Semyon laughed quietly. Cranley glanced over which silenced him. When they were walking, Semyon saw a girl. He knew her name was Lyric because of what happened to her and a guard a while back. He smiled and waved at her. She looked confused but waved back. Good thing they didn’t throw her in prison.
He noticed some of his friends, and waved. Cranley glared at them with all the hate he could summon, and they burst out laughing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
At the end of the day, Semyon got ready for bed. He decided not to open his shop tonight. He fell fast asleep...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Suddenly, he woke up with a start. It was morning. How? He was in bed. How did it happen? He had been running through the woods. HE had broken through and reached... somewhere. The name was just barely there.
“MOVE IT!” yelled Cranley.
“Be quiet. I need to make some breakfast. For ME.” Semyon said.
“I need some as well!” Cranley said.
Semyon glared at Cranley’s hands. Cranley was holding some baguettes. Semyon glared back up at Cranley and the guard got the message. Semyon made some toast. He put butter and jams on it. Cranley made a gesture signaling to give him some butter. Semyon completely ignored him. They did work and Semyon noticed something. A map. The city in his dreams was listed. But it had been destroyed... Semyon would find it. It would be his escape.
submitted by Pancake, age Open, Custard Shop
(November 11, 2021 - 7:19 am)
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