Kyngdom Survival Guide
UNDERWATER BALL GOSSIP&
Chatterbox: KYNGDOM™ Power of Fin
UNDERWATER BALL GOSSIP&
UNDERWATER BALL GOSSIP
The sand is golden, the water is pleasantly bubbly, and everybody who’s anybody in Southeast Kyngdom is here. We’re your proud Sea Anemone hosts, Actiniaria and Hexacorallia, reporting LIVE from the most exclusive event of the year: the Enchantment Above the Sea ball, South Kyndom’s first-ever dry land-themed underwater ball. If you see us milling around, come say hi and give us the dish on all the watery gossip! You’ll recognize us by our wavy pink tentacles (quick shout-out to our sponsor, the Subaqueous Salon and Sea Spa).
Of course, in about twenty minutes, we expect the next Guardian of Fin to be announced, and believe us, the room is simply awash with anticipation. You can’t swing an underwater lasso without bumping into a group of whispering shellfish. But first, let’s turn our attention to the incredibly glamorous attendees and give you unlucky landlubbers listening to our broadcast a little taste of the P-A-R-T-Y.
Land ho, this place is sparkling. Each twenty-foot-tall underwater cactus is decked out in glimmering lights. The sand on the floor has been carefully blended with real gold flakes, creating a shimmering carpet underfoot. The punch is flowing, and graceful seahorses are passing out dry land-themed appetizers: miniature sea cucumber tacos, tiny teacups of coral chili, and nacho towers topped off with smoked seashells. We’re hoping to catch a glimpse of the celebrity chef that the organizers swam in for the occasion—he’s a clownfish who trained off the coast of France.
Most of the guests have adopted a look that we’d have to term “highbrow underwater cowboy.” We’re seeing a lot of denim gowns encrusted in barnacles and diamonds. Some of the wealthier guests are wearing silk bandanas and golden spurs. There’s even a cowboy hat or two—ooh, we’re seeing a scuffle unfold on the dance floor! There’s gold-tinted sand swirling through the water! Hold up one second, we’re getting the 411…apparently a Fangtooth Fish attempted to dance with a Vampire Squid, who turned out to be the date of a very muscular Frilled Shark. The sand just cleared, and neither Fish nor Shark is anywhere to be seen. Security here is no joke!
Naturally, the Powers are here in full force. They’re flexing their powerful…do dragons have muscles? They have to, right? They’re looking fabulous in formalwear specially designed by none other than the untouchable CERES AND COMPANY (we’ll hold for applause). And these drama-prone Kyngdomites even seem to be getting along, at least for now.
We’d be remiss not to mention the cornerstone of the décor: a giant ice sculpture in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by tantalizing desserts (salt-water granitas, anyone?). The sculpture is carved into the shape of a massive and very realistic rodeo scene, but instead of a cowgirl, the artist depicted a breathtakingly accurate version of our very own Finny—the heir apparent to the Guardian of Fin. The little dolphin is portrayed so accurately that she looks practically real. In fact, if you glance at the sculpture at just the right moment, you can almost see her eyes move. Magical! At the base of the ice sculpture is a keypad that requires a code, but it’s unclear what it’s meant for. Does anyone have any information? Come find us and spill the deets—we’re all tentacles.
The dancing is being put on hold for a moment, because it’s time for one of the much-anticipated activities: some of the lucky guests are about to try their fins at roping sea cows. The massive creatures are being released from a series of gilded pens, while guests shriek and attempt to catch them with lassos made from kelp. This activity certainly fits the theme, but it’s looking like no one can manage to catch a sea cow. In fact, the cows appear to be taunting the guests. We can’t believe it—they’re lining up and dancing a can-can! Hold on, now they’re swimming over the heads of the guests and disappearing into the deep blue of the ocean. The organizers look irate.
Having just slipped over to try a bit of the punch, your faithful correspondents are happy to report that the punch is especially tasty this year. Jeweled Rockskipper!
There’s something a bit different about it…a certain fizz…a tang on the back of the tongue. Perhaps the celebrity chef is trying out a new seaweed-infused simple syrup? In the interest of full gossipy disclosure, we’ve been hearing rumors that the punch is spiked—but we’d have to try another cup in order to report back for sure.
Ooh, Imagine Sea Dragons is about to take the stage: their hair is gelled, their buttons are shelled, and they look ready to rock. Hope they play their hit single, Radioactive (Materials are Leaking Into the Ocean—Thanks a Lot, Humans). Looks like it’s time for these anemones to get their groove on—come find us at the dance floor and tells us what’s really going on at this party. The wilder the rumor, the more we want to hear it! Actiniaria and Hexacorallia out.
submitted by A & H, Desert Dome
(July 21, 2016 - 4:10 pm)
(July 21, 2016 - 4:10 pm)
You seem to miss the possibility that the 'benders' as they have been called are currently sneaking inside.
(July 22, 2016 - 3:17 pm)
Oh dear. Spiked punch? Not good.
Trill~
Me and my aqquantinces jumped up and down as we waited for the Power of Fin guardian to be chosen.
The announcers were rather loud, so I tried to block them out. "I'm going to get more punch. Be back in a sec!" I told Meela. She nodded. I weaved through the crowd and got to the punch bowl. Lifting the ladle, I casually poured more into a cup. This ball was amazing. I drank a little on my way back. Delicious! Slight fizziness.....I didn't know if that should be there. I shrugged.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder, worried. "I wouldnt drink that. Didn't you hear? It's spiked." I felt sick and nodded.
"Thank you." Quickly, I set it down and ran towards my group. Looks like Charla hadn't listened. I groaned.
"Uncouncious?"
"Yep." Windswept replied.
(July 22, 2016 - 4:35 pm)
Do you suppose--no. It couldn't be. That statue couldn't actually be Finny... could it?
(July 22, 2016 - 4:40 pm)
What if it really is Finny! It could be a giant heist or maybe a suprise! What a mystery
(August 2, 2016 - 12:54 pm)
should be.
(December 17, 2016 - 11:07 pm)
A mystery indeed!
(January 29, 2021 - 10:23 am)
~Icy
YAY!!! THE BALL IS HERE!! TIME TO CRASH IT!!! HAHAHAAAAAAAAA
(July 22, 2016 - 4:50 pm)
THE CODE! IT'S 18625!!! THE CODE IN THE MAGAZINE!!!!
(July 22, 2016 - 7:05 pm)
Yesssss. It isssss in the magazine...
Try and find me...
(October 15, 2016 - 7:46 pm)
OMG yes!!!!
It was in the magazine I remember it now!! Yes, yes, yes.............. it was in cypher
(October 27, 2016 - 10:24 pm)
~Xiǎolóng~
I'm so nervous! It's time to find out whether or not I'll be the Guardian.
The ball is beautiful; There's a huge ice statue in the middle of the dance floor, glistening and sparkling.
I'd love it if it weren't of my competitor.
Finny.
I have the second most chance of being the Guardian. They said so. I can fight, I'm strong, I'm brave, and I have a few powers! I'm a mythical Chinese dragon, water serpent.
I'd have the highest chance if it weren't for that dolphin.
Why is she the heir? Why?
Twenty minutes.
Just twenty minutes to find out if my life will be changed forever.
(July 22, 2016 - 5:52 pm)
Posting as my charrie Lycaella! Her parents visit her only on the first of each month, so she could spend a week down here if she wanted.
I wandered around the fringes of the ball for a while, but lured by the ice sculpture, I soon dove through the crowd in its direction. Breathtaking, beautiful, and so realistic! I was so disappointed that I didn't have my sketchbook with me. It wasn't waterproof, so I'd had to leave it behind. I felt odd without it, exposed. I shook off the feeling and reached into my pocket to clutch the extra pills I'd brought. Two cherry, one watermelon. I sifted them through my fingers over and over but couldn't tell the difference between the flavors by touch alone. I got so lost in it that I only noticed the guests collapsing when someone bumped into me, probably going either towards someone or away from here. Snapped out of my trance, I quickly moved away from the crowd to avoid blocking anyone else's path. I stood uncertainly, watching and listening as more guests dropped and clustered. Through the cries of concern and panic I kept hearing "the punch, the punch is spiked..." I guess I'm lucky I don't like punch, I thought. I was immediately hit by a wave of anger at myself, followed by an overwhelming feeling of uselessness. Standing awkwardly away from all the fuss and confusion, my eyes drifted back to the ice sculpture. The dolphin was so sleek and pretty. I wonder how they got the color to be like that. I guess maybe it's different underwater? I'd never seen gray ice like that before...
Wait.
Did--did the--no.
I shake my head, my brown locks now swirling around my face. I pushed my hair back behind my ears and looked again. A few moments passed. It must have been my imagination. Just an optical illusion, maybe something in the water? It had to be me. Sculptures can't blink.
My gaze drifted down, past the keypad below the sculpture to where someone else had just fallen over. I felt a flicker of fear. This was real. I hadn't tried the punch, but a lot of others had. I was about to step forward, maybe I could do something, but guests were already crowding around. They probably had it covered. There's nothing I could do.
There's a gentle thump from just behind me. I turn to see a pink sea anemone on the floor. Gold-mixed sand floats up as everywhere guests mill around, talking and shouting and helping and falling. I've had enough. I push my way towards the ice sculpture, which has become strangely deserted. Scales bump into my back and I stumble towards the keyboard. The sand must be pretty high up in the water now, because the dolphin's eye looks like it moved again. I can't do anything. I want to leave. I should probably leave.
I start to swim up.
Wow, this is long... and bad. Sorry! I have to go read everything about this I can find now. Someone mentioned numbers. Does anyone else think that the keypad might have something to do with that?
(July 22, 2016 - 5:55 pm)
THE CODE IS 18625!!!!!!!!
(October 18, 2016 - 7:10 pm)
I look around, swimming. It's a great place. I didn't bring a partner. But something is off. I look at the ice sculpture. And then I hear a voice in my head. Laya! I got something improtant to tell you! the Ice sculpture is real!
Really Marrow, You could have pick a better time to tell me.
No, I'm serious! I was watching you when you got captured.
You stalker. Uncle should have named you Marrowstalker
I'm serious!! Stop it ! While I was watching I felt a sharp stab of fear come near me. It came from a dolphin. After that I felt scared from the same animal. I'm also feeling the exact same fear form this uh... thing.
So.. what now?
Just stay near the statue.
I was about to do that anyways
Eat as much as you can there.
Good point. I'm going to be needing my power soon.
Good luck.
After that talk, I glide through the water to the dessret bar, keeping a eye on Finny. a fox, a hansome one swims over."Hey, Baby, Want to drink?" he askes
"I'm sorry, But I don't drink."
"You sure, Baby? One sip?"
"No."
"alright" clearly he's lost intrest in me.
(July 22, 2016 - 6:37 pm)
I prance nervously, shying away from the noise and commotion. I toss my auburn mane anxiously, waiting for the new Guardian to be selected. A rumble sounds to my left and I jump, whirling around. To my shock it's a massive dragon, more like a serpent, with horns and whiskers and a long, sinuous body. I recognize it--or rather, him--as an Oriental dragon. I dip my head respectfully, the Power of Hoof bouncing at my chest.
"You are the Power of Hoof's Guardian," he states.
"Yes, that's me," I answer, wide-eyed. What does he want? To my relief, he just glides away over to the main party.
(July 22, 2016 - 6:56 pm)