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)
It's 9'o clock at night, and I have finally finished my speech. Two days of hard work producing four pages full of words of encouragement. I flop down on my bed without taking my shoes or my glasses off and stare at my left hand with the ring on it. I haven't really paid much attention to this ring until now. A black band, probably moonstone, with a gold embellishment on it. It's a pheonix, I think, but I can't really tell. My mind turns to Icy, and I feel guilty. The image of her walking up the deck replays over and over in my head until I snap.
I've got to find Icy and apologize.
Without another thought, I am out on the deck in the middle of a storm.
The deck is covered in fog, and I can't see well. Sounds are echoing around the place, and I start to worry a bit.
Then, I slip. Hitting the deck hard, a face comes into my line of vision, one I know perfectly.
Marsha Yearwood is standing a hundred feet in front of me, a smirk across her face and a pistol in her hand.
"Birdboy... Oh, Birdboy... Where are you?" she says in a cold drawl.
Marsha Yearwood joined Catastrophe's army. I just know it.
(August 26, 2016 - 11:00 am)
~Icicle 'Icy' Soul
It's dark in my room. TOO dark. I reach my hand to find the light switch that should be there, and flip it gently. No light escapes the bulb. Power must be out.
I quickly concentrate and my hand starts to glow blue--I've never caused it to happen before, and it's just my hand. "Power's cut.." I murmur. "Where are you..?" A slightly crazed voice said. I quietly look for something to use as a weapon...or something to climb.
Climbing and running. How will they help me out at sea? And what's that voice?!
"Where are you..?" I plug my ears as I hear an all-too-familiar-voice. He'S hErE.... it whispered, filling every inch of me with dread. That cold, cutting voice. Ruthless. Evil...and all I can feel is my thinking don't take me. Don't take me. I hear a click from the deck. "Where are you, birdboy?"
I know who's saying the "Where are you"s now. I recognize her...it's Marsha Yearwood. I thought she was fired!? I thought she was slightly insane after she activated the Power and was fired? I open the door. Figures. They're locked at night. He'S hErE. fInD hIm!!!
That voice! Don't take me! No, it isn't here for me. It isn't. It can't be.
Climbing and running. And glowing blue. And talking to the Powers. Those are all my talents. Wait, climbing! I claw at the window, forcing it open, and look. There's a Sailor's net dangling down. I can easily jump to it and get up. But what's unfolding on deck?
(August 26, 2016 - 12:33 pm)
IM SO. SO. SO. SO. SOOOOOOORRY!!!!!!:'( Ive been busy with my threads on inkwell and stuff going on in the real world I haven't had time for kyndom. {:'c
~Whist
I glided beside a soft string of ivory clouds, the mist swelling beneath me so it could be mistaken for nothing but a simple cloud.
Of course that wouldn't be for long.
Behind me were nearly three hundred birds of prey. All ready to attack at my command. Silent whilst they drifted ghostly above the clouds.
The BIG barge groaned against the waves, a sliver of light was all that played across the horizon. A storm was brewing. Two of them. We had waited long enough.
Tonight.
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Sorry it's so short, my brain is somewhat dead. (x x)
@claaws, well whist would never purposely just help jaaws because she was the one who killed her in the first place. So maybe whist is just helping her for now and in the end "betrayal yada yada yada."
:-)
(August 28, 2016 - 7:02 am)
Marsha Yearwood gets closer...
And closer...
And closer.
I try not to breathe, hoping Marsha doesn't notice me behind this length of rope.
"Biiiiirddddddbooooy..."
I clench my fists until I can't hold it.
"Who's Birdboy?" I yell. A second later, I'm staring down the barrel of the pistol.
An insanic grin is on Marsha's face. "Well, you did outsmart Lord Catastrophe twice now. Slipped through his fingers like a bird, you did. So you're Birdboy. And if I finish this buisness tonight," she screeched, her eyes getting wider and her voice rising, "it'll be the last name anyone calls you."
I look up and down the deck, where I see no-one.
But I didn't look up to the sky.
(August 28, 2016 - 11:25 am)
Oh ya of course Windswift!!!! They will all betray each other, or are planning to. ;)
And guys I need more people to post on the This RP is......thread! We dont want it to die, then we will never know what happened!!!!
~Cealani
After talking with Eico I lifted to the sky, drifting lazily on the currents the ship was following. I didnt want to spend another second on a human made contraption with more humans then animals on it.
I must have fallen asleep, for I blinked open my eyes to a eerie call in the night.
"Birdboy...... Oh Birdboy?"
Whoever it was sounded like trouble. Lots of trouble. And like she was hunting for someone. "Whos Birdboy?"
Someone yelled. Uh oh.
Caelani swooped down, seeing the problem. He remembered the girl from when she was activated at BIG. She was the one who activated him. She was trouble.
That and she was holding a death contraption, I think it was called a gun, to a boy's head. A familular boy. The one Claaws was so fond of.
He swooped down, talons outstreached, and she clicked the trigger.
The gun shot, but not before Caealni landed. The bulit it shot bounced off his wing, and he growled, scrunching his beak.
With one swipe of his talon the gun, and the girl, was sprawling across the wooden deck. Animals were emerging from bellow, wondering what was happening.
Caealni followed the girl slowly as she scampered to her feet and shakily held the gun.
Caealni smiled, when a screach stopped him in his tracks and a figur emerged from the mist.
(August 28, 2016 - 7:14 pm)
I sat on a large barel, filed with a liquid that slushed wen the boat tetered cashualy. I hered a small "Pop" and ganced doun. were my leg just was, there was a small bulet shabed hole that was now gushing out a frothy redish brown drink, that smeled like cinimon, it was completly ignored by the onlookers of the fight. I think being on a boat was driving me crazy! normaly sumthing like this wold make me feal strange, not helping that is. I hate being an onlooker. but this, this was the moast intresting thing that has hapend cince we took out a bunch of gards! .... in other words, i think all of my oposit eliment sorounding me was dampaning my fire, even if I hadent used it in awile. there was a screech that turned everyones atention back to the fight, just as the figure of Zefara apeard out of the mist.
(August 28, 2016 - 11:34 pm)
Hey guys!
So, I want Trill, Meela (Charla's missing, maybe dead. But maybe not!!!! Well see!), Kimilene Gossamer, Meliisa, Bloodmoon, and ALL my characters to get back into the rp. But I'm so confused about what's going on?!?!? Can someone help me??? Thank you!!!
~Trill Woodhena, Meela the Wolf (And Charla!), Bloodmoon and Meliisa the Vixens, Kimilene Gossamer, and secret characters too!
(August 29, 2016 - 3:15 pm)
~Ecio
The ship is rocking slowly under my feet. I move with it, letting my mind sway to the soothing cadence of the waves. The dark night is a cloak of velvet over my head. I close my eyes, but still I see that endless horizon. But now something's missing. There is no protective blackness, no softness to the inky sky. Only sinister gloom.
Claaws took more than a piece of our souls. She took a piece of the world. And now all that's left is an empty echo of her. That's all that Jaaws is. A twisted echo of the night, turning a beautiful song of velvet and shadows into a screeching scream of fear and death.
I sigh. Why did Claaws have to die? My anger's turned to sadness in the last few days, a throbbing wave of loss that threatens to overwhelm everything.
What will Lunee think? I wonder absentmindedly. Only 2 Powers woken up and already Claaws is gone. Maybe we can get her back. A part of my mind says. Ayearth is still here. And yet, I know in my heart that she won't come back. As much as I don't like to say it: visions are never wrong. And my visions show a world without Claaws.
A shout jerks my attention away. "Who's Birdboy?" It comes from the other side of the ship, the direction that Cealani just flew in. I hunch down and slowly pad my way over. A crazy eyed human is holding some sort of weapon to the mini-Catastrophe's head. I frown. Should I try to save him? But the boy's resemblance to Catastrophe is striking. Who knows what this human would do if he had the chance.
Before I can decide, Cealani swoops in. The crazy human's missile thing is just deflected by his wing, which bowls her over in flurried blow. She's pushed back to sprawl aross the wooden floor. Slowly, she gets up, shakes her head once, and reaches for her weapon again, a few paces away. But Cealani advances, wings spread wide. She doesn't have a chance. But a loud screech from the fog now slowly gliding over the ship's ralings stops him in his tracks. A white figure swoops through the billowing clouds to stand in front of us, a specter of the mist.
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Whist is back again! *Sirens scream, ambulances wail, people rush around frantically* Alright! That's enough! *Everything stops* What I was going to say was: is there a side-affected Power for every regular Power? Because if there is, then Ecio's side affected Power should have something to do with seeing into the future. Because my idea was: that if Claaws decides she wants to come back again, then it can turn out that Ecio's side-affected Power is bloacking her visions, preventing him froms eeing the real future. So no one has any idea that Claaws is back
Example: some sea creature finds the trumpet and accidentally activates it. Then, when all the Powers are fighting for thier lives in what seems to be the last battle, Claaws appears from the darkness, red eyes glowing, scales shining, etc. It is a complete shock to everybody.
Attention: this is only a plan b/an excuse for Claaws if she decides to wake up again.
Lydia says yofb. Who's FB? Are you keeping something from me Lydia? Something like, say, a secret friend? Hmm?
(August 29, 2016 - 5:02 pm)
I haven't seen Arra's post before writing this, so, if Arra posts something that can possibly intersect with mine, and we don't fix it, her post is FIRST. Not mine. But I still kinda want it to be Whist and not Zephyra, since it was planned by Whist herself to be Whist.
~Icicle 'Icy' Soul
Zephyra! In the mist! It's a miracle! "Zephyra!" We all yell, waving and laughing. And then something's wrong. Her beaks a little too large, and suddenly--"Hello." That's not Zephyra's voice. That's a different voice. And all of the sudden she swoops down and lands--and it's a snowy white owl. It's eyes are feirce and it is...evil. I can see it in it's eyes. Pure. Evil.
(August 29, 2016 - 8:28 pm)
Revision of what I just wrote:
Zephyra glides down from the mist on ebony feathers, a sight to see for us all. And then all the sudden--"I don't have a connection with you." Caelani growled. "Oh?" A voice came from Zephyra--but she didn't move her beak. The mist grew stronger.
"The REAL Zephyra is still at her peak!" Caelani said angrily. "Aww, you've ruined my little game..." The voice purrs, with as much hissing quality as the mist itself.
And suddenly Zephyra dissolves into mist itself, sliding into numerous clouds of it, and in her place was a white owl...with evil in it's eyes. I could tell that it reflected that evil in it's heart. "Whist." Caelani growled. Suddenly there's a flash of light as Ecio transforms into a snake beside of him (is that ok Arra?), and stares feircely.
I begin to glow--red. Something strange is happening, and I turn and run. I need to get--something (not a bullet, a thrown object) hits me in the back and I collapse at the feet of someone who...do they have a bullet wound in their leg?
I pass out of this world. (NOT. DEAD. Sorry for anticlimax, but NOT. DEAD.)
(August 30, 2016 - 7:46 am)
Is the a power that hasn't been claimed that I can be? I don't know how many there are and who have been claimed. If Ecio has a side affect power, can I be it?
(August 30, 2016 - 12:46 pm)
Anyone can write as the Powers, except for Claaws, and Whist, Sylvia's side-affected Power. We're still still designing Ecio's, and ANYONE can make it!
(August 30, 2016 - 7:38 pm)
Yes Eico's sideaffected Power is the ground sloth. Sure you can be the ground sloth if the admins are ok with it.
Sorry i have no time to write just answering questions.
(August 30, 2016 - 4:13 pm)
Yay! Thank you! Admins, is that okay with you?
Is what OK with me? I can't see the comment to which you are replying?
Admin
(September 1, 2016 - 2:31 pm)
Admins, I was asking if it was okay with you if I control Eico's side-affected power.
(September 2, 2016 - 11:07 am)