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Role Playing Story
Heya, I'm going to try something new in the Inkwell, (Hoping it isn't breaking any rules.) It's called fourm role-playing. Bassically, it's like a story with many different authors. Everyone makes a character in the world, and we take turns posting the story out. There are just a few rules, otherwish you can just jump in.
1. No taking control of other people's characters.
This is common sense, please make sure you stick to controlling your charrie and your charrie only.
2. No making an all powerful charrie.
No making any charries who can destroy an entire city with a clap of their hands, kay? Again, common sense.
3. Have fun!
Self explanitory. ^-^
Let's get this thing started!
Xelix yawned, as he put his feet up on his desk. Another boring day at the Mage's Guild. Another day of deskwork. It was tedious work, having to sit at the desk, day after day, answering all questions applicants had. He had been promised adventure, not a desk job when he applied. He suspected it had to do with his age- 15, in the bigwig's opinion, was too young to go out and defeat the beasts that prowl the land at night. After all, they were only kids, right? Well, this 'kid' was very proficiant in all kinds of water magic, and could easilly knock out an un-prepared foe with a simple swipe of hardened water, which also doubled as a shield against attacks. Still, the pay was decent, and three rectangular meals a day and a place to sleep weren't anything to complain about, so life was pretty good.
He heard a small 'mew' as something brushed against his legs. He smiled at his small calico cat, Ala, who jumped on his lap and began purring cheerfully. "Well, at least one of us is happy....." Xelix yawned, stroking Ala on her head. He glanced upstairs. It was still morning, so most of the mages were still asleep in their rooms, and no one was sitting in front of the fire, (It was mid-winter) and studying some new latest spell. It was quiet, and Xelix liked it that way.
submitted by Dmboogie, age 11, Not tellin'!
(January 16, 2009 - 11:32 pm)
(January 16, 2009 - 11:32 pm)
((Lena? PLEASE?))
(February 1, 2009 - 2:00 pm)
((Sorry, I forgot the double parenthesize. I think that's spelled wrong but... Anyway, just pointing out, in case you haven't noticed, I think Lena did reply under your post...
(February 2, 2009 - 9:14 am)
I did it! Cricket just hasn't posted it for some reason. Sorry! Um, Admin.? Was there anything I shouldn't have said in it?
(February 2, 2009 - 9:18 am)
((You did, Lena, and I'm sorry for being so impatient. Your post hadn't showed up when I posted, and I was being particularly grumpy that day, so I apologize.))
(February 2, 2009 - 2:27 pm)
It's okay. We all have our grumpy days. All is forgiven. :)
(February 2, 2009 - 6:33 pm)
((Dude, your name is Starfire?! Like from the Teen Titans?! That is SO cool!
Kit Kat, your post with the birdy boy was amazing! Who is he? Kipin wants to know!
My Archmage just answered the door, and nobody's come in yet... Since there are so many maids running around the Guild, would one of them be willing to bring the Archmage his breakfast? Or would you guys rather I made up my own character, one of the Archmage's students, perhaps?))
(February 1, 2009 - 5:31 pm)
Birdy boy doesn't have a name yet...but i'm thinking of some really magical Gaelic ones. anyway...you'll find out more about him in my next part!!!!!
(February 3, 2009 - 3:19 pm)
Mexic nervously stood outside the Mage's Guild. A few gusts of wind sprung up around here no matter how hard she tried to squelch them. I can't let my past be repeated she thought I have a new name and I will soon have a new home. Reaching up she knocked once on the solid oak door. After a pause it was opened by a boy about her age.
"Hello" said Mexic. "My uncle is taking care of me here. He is the Archmage."
(February 1, 2009 - 8:33 pm)
I go by Starfire. I didn't know it came from anywhere. It just sounded cool. Here, I can make a partially-temporary character.
Elwa strode down the hallways, looking for a servant. She had to take Archmage his breakfast, but she couldn't make it. That would be ridiculous. Anyone who was high enough in rank to take breakfast up, was too high to prepare the tray. Finding a servant of proper rank, she ordered them to make the tray, and followed them to make sure they did it properly. Fifteen minutes later, she was knocking on the Archmage's door, with a scrumptious breakfast laid out.
(February 2, 2009 - 8:59 am)
Well, here is another addition to the role playing story.
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Staring down the corrider just outside her room, Mexic sent a gust of wind down it. She was trying to control her power without destroying anything, like she had before. Making a mini tornado was one of the things she liked doing best. Mexic sent wave upon wave of wind down the hallway until a servant rounded the corner into one of Mexic's blasts. Startled the servant toppled over and dropped the tray she was carrying. Mexic gasped and hurried over to help the girl.
"I am so sorry," Mexic cried. "I didn't know anyone would be coming down here and...and..." She sputtered to a halt and helped the servant up.
"Oh, it's no problem miss," the servant said. "I was just comin' this way 'cause it's the fastest way to get to the Archmage's quarters. I was bringing 'im his breakfast."
"What's your name?" inquired Mexic.
"My name is Eleena," answered the girl proudly.
"Well, Eleena," Mexic said, "is it okay if I bring the Archmage his breakfast? I'm his niece and I want to get to know him better, so now that I've run into you..." She trailed off hopefully.
"Well it's fine by me," said Eleena handing her the tray. "Just turn the corner, go up those steps, and you're there. Good-bye, Miss. I have to clean the carpets." And Eleena scampered away.
(February 2, 2009 - 3:32 pm)
BTW who is Mary Sue?????
(February 2, 2009 - 3:33 pm)
Alright, ignore my post! ^.^ A Mary Sue is a perfect character. Like, if you had a character that could naturally do magic as well as the archmage, was so sweet that everyone liked her, worked hard without complaining, always obeyed her superiors, and was in general perfect, that would be a Mary Sue. I'm not pointing at anyone when I say that.
(February 3, 2009 - 9:57 am)
The cold winds flattened the feathers on the golden eagle's head, pressing them tightly against his warm skin below. The moonlight, glittering against the rushing water of Great River below, cast it's magical glow over the feathered form. The eagle, the mind of a boy gone, an eagle's mind in its place, let out a silent cry of exhileration. The moonlight seemed to flood into him, fill his heart and soul. Buried under the layers of moonlight invading his mind, a single thought snuck up. Hunt.
He flattened his wings against his sides and spiraled upward, the oxygen thinning until it was gone. But the eagle did not need oxygen when it had the magic of the moon. He swiveled his head, searching for the food he had lived off of since birth. Then, up ahead! The clouds moved, and a glimmer shone through. The eagle burst through the cloud bank, a primal sense of triumph and hunger over powering him. And there it was. The endless star field. The stars. Stars.
As the tips of his feathers brushed each bright and flaming star, it was extinguished, and the eagle could feel it burning bright within him. His life source.
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OK, now then. Somebody has to notice the stars being extinguished...
(February 3, 2009 - 3:30 pm)
Comments please on this post + all my earlier ones
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Timidly, Mexic walked up the narrow steps Eleena had pointed out to her. The abundant dust tickled here nose. Apparently this staircase was seldom used. Her arms groaning under the weight of the tray Mexic stepped into the hallway outside of the Archmage's chambers. Stepping carefully Mexic walked over to the large oak door and setting down the tray momentarily, knocked politeteley. No one answered immediateley so Mexic picked the tray back up and examined her surroundings. What she didn't examine was the cat that had slunk up the stairs behind her. It twined around her ankles. Mexic, not noticing to a step toward the interesting painting on the wall and crashed to the ground just as the oak door opened.
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AOK, Kipin. I need you to take control of your character. *gets down on knees and begs*
(February 3, 2009 - 7:29 pm)
((Thanks, guys! Now, back to the Archmage...))
The heavy wooden door swung open, and a young girl entered with a tray of food. "Hello, Uncle," she said, setting the tray on the Archmage's desk. "I'm your niece, Mexic. Do you remember me?"
The Archmage thought for a moment, searching through years of dusty memories, until he came up with a fairly recent one of a five-year-old girl, perched happily upon his shoulders. "Why, yes, I believe I do," he replied. "How have you been, child?"
"I have been well, Uncle," answered Mexic, with a small curtsy. "And you?"
The Archmage was about to reply when something made him get up from his desk and go to the window. Looking out, he saw nothing out of the ordinary; yet he had the strange feeling that he was missing something...
((Yeah, I know, I know, it's really short... but, as always, Kipin's in a hurry.
))
(February 3, 2009 - 10:03 pm)