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)
Okay.......So....... What do we talk about?
Is there a storyline for this? Because it might be actually fun to crash the ship or something.
Star says kvvo. Okay vo? Stop coying me Star! And don't pretend to cover it up with that accent!
(September 13, 2016 - 4:49 pm)
But the ship is B.I.G property..haven't we done enough to B.I.G..?
(September 14, 2016 - 10:39 am)
Oh, I don't mean on purpose! I'm just wondering if the story will pick up its pace anytime soon. School work is coming down hard on me right now, and I'd hate to miss something.
And I'm completely fine with B.I.G., just not with Cornelia Hornshaw.
(September 15, 2016 - 6:23 pm)
I know you didn't mean on purpose!
Just think of it this way--B.I.G has been getting destroyed and raided by us for so long, and to have something else, intentional or not, happen to them, seems a little....I dunno.
(September 16, 2016 - 12:00 pm)
True. It's amazing actually how quickly they can recuperate and pop up again with a secret lab or expirement site.
(September 16, 2016 - 9:06 pm)
NO! We have never done enough to B.I.G.!
Zoth says dbgz. Die B.I.G.'s Zhip? It's ship. buddy. But yes, CRASH IT! CRASH IT!
(September 16, 2016 - 10:50 am)
I agree, we should pick up the pace, and since we don't have any more ideas, we may as well just crash this vessel. (Pressed panic titanic button. starts running around in a insane hysteria.) take the que.
Pheonix-I stared, still agast, up at the foggy grey sky. my fingers trembled. I clenched them into fists in an attempt to make them frees, but all that did, was make it spread to my arms, then chest, and eventually the rest of my body. I heard someone slam a big door behind me, and spun around. behind me was a small crowed, a mixture of animals, humans, and adults. (Because adults are obviously not human. you can tell by the small wrinkles they get when they try to mimic a human frown.) I quickly scanned their faces, and none of them seemed to be able to completely take in what just happened either. I took a step back from the center of the deck, and quietly slipped back inside. I knew that something big was going to happen. bider than any Brazen gild break ins I've ever taken part in. I practically flew threw the halls. I stumbled to a stop at my cabin door and threw open the door. I slammed it behind me and started searching the area beneath my bed. what was I looking for? I didn't even know! I swung my arm, then it collided with the edge of a cardboard box. I wrapped my fingers tenderly around the cardboard and pulled it towards me. I didn't even know what was in the box, how it got there, or why I thought there was something so important in it. but I still blew the dust of, and opened the lid. It wasn't as glorious as I thought it would be. Inside, was more dust. other than that, there was a light blue dress, tall black boots, and a necklace, with a glass vial, filled with a orange fog.... suddenly I remembered. I changed into the dress and slipped on the boots. then I gently clipped on the necklace. the mettle chain went from cold to burning hot in seconds. I slammed open the door, and jumped out, ready for anything, and then I wanted. and what..... and then I started walking up to the desk. nothing was going to happen so immediately-BANG! A sudden jolt split the silence, making me stumble and land on my butt. I jumped back up as I hired a giant grone from the seemingly sturdy metal exterior of the ship. I sprinted up to the deck were the lively chatter had broke into yells, screams, and even below that, whimpers from emotional big workers. they were all piling onto a medium sized life boat, painted red to match the waxy symbol painted on the original boat. I piled on with the other animals and humans, and the occasional adult in tears.
okay now that im done ranting, cary on the story.
(September 16, 2016 - 8:56 pm)
So I should have done this rp before, but I didn't. This is set just after Ronan was taken away.
-Trixie-
Icy drops me on the deck.
"Thanks" I say. I think someone should have gotten both of us, but I'm happy I didn't drown. I start to pull out my knives from the birds that landed on the deck. One of them starts to fly away before I can get to it. Some person for B.I.G. says
"Here I'll get it down so you can get your knife." I stop him and grin while saying,
"Don't. I not an engeneer for nothing."
-End rp-
Yes it's short. It doesn't need to be long. Does anybody else get why I did that?
(September 17, 2016 - 9:53 am)
Sup guys I'm back! (Long story short) my dad disabled my phone and that was the only way of posting I didnt bring my laptop....anyway I see not much has happened. But here I think Ive had enough time to think to add on. ;)
~Caelani
(forget about my last post I know what to write now so here it is and its gonna be way awsomer then my last one. :)
I silently follow Icy into the room. Human vilages gave me the shudders, I made sure to blend in well though. When I first saw the dock a fee days after we took chase, I turned into the white crow. When we landed I rolled in some oil to give me the regular crow look. Trust me, it was not comfortable at all. The oil dried into my feathers, and it was a struggle not to shake it off or itch it. I perched on top of the sofa Icy was hiding behind. On the sofa was more comoflage then behind it, and I had a perfect view of what was happening.
And I watched the hole time as Catastrophe turned the boy's own shadow to life.
I was shocked into dissbelivement. How could Catastrophe do so? Then I saw Whist. Since Sylvia was the Power of Life, she was also of magic. And so was her sideaffected Power. Somehow Whist had granted him the ability to dark magic.
Caelani shuddered as he thought of what else they could do. They have already killed Claaws. And they have Ayearth somewhere with them.
Suddenly a large hawk, the one who had dragged the boy in here, turned his large head to Caelani's silent form. Whist saw him do so and said, "what do we have here? A stray bird?"
Caelani shifted his head to look at Whist closely. He shreeked in an almost egal like matter and the dark colored bird shreeked back. Whist looked at Caelani, then back at the large egal.
Caelani himself was about the size of a small egal, just a few heads smaller then the bird infront of him. Whist loked down at her bird and he shrieked agian. Caelani shreeked back.
He wasnt born yesterday, he knew what they were doing. "A raven now? The perfect bird to add to our ranks."
He felt a precence inside his brain. She couldn't control him because he was a Power, but he could act like it.
He hobbled foward, spreading his wings to help him walk. He looked into Whists eyes, his regular cloudy eyes camoflaging the fact that he wasnt hypmotized.
Catastrophe looked me over, and said, "raven, attack that girl."
There was a gasp and Icy emerged from behind the sofa, her icy eyes wide with fear. Ronan gasped. His shadow snikered. And Whist and Catastrophe looked down at Caelani challengingly.
(September 17, 2016 - 7:09 pm)
~Ecio
Uncertainty floods my mind. Cealani. And the Power Friend too. What is it? I think desperately. What's wrong. But the darkness is still there, shading the images that always seem just out of reach. Then a shudder races through the ship. A series of groans and loud snaps follow. The ship! I hurry to the side, searching for any sign of invaders. Nothing. Only a dark splotch in the distance. A boat? But it looks more like an island. The deck trembles again, and the boards underneath me shift slightly. Animals and humans are running around frantically, some already jumping into the life boats. I lean over the side a bit, trying to find something wrong. The blue water sparkles up at me, annoyingly bright. I can see dark shapes underneath the surface, but they're only shells and rising sandbanks. Sandbanks? I turn, racing to the other side. The same sight greets me. We're stuck on a reef.
-That's all I can do for now, sorry
(September 18, 2016 - 9:36 am)
I'm not here right now, sorry. I'm in a different area....
(September 18, 2016 - 12:31 pm)
(September 19, 2016 - 2:53 pm)
I know, he's sensing what you're going to feel. I don't think seeing into the future depends on distance at all.
(September 20, 2016 - 6:27 pm)
(September 19, 2016 - 5:54 pm)
I'm sorry, the ball fell apart awhile ago. We're all on (sinking) ship.
(September 21, 2016 - 8:20 am)