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 fine, it's not rude. I don't know everything. Thanks for adding on to it, I'm glad it could help MoonRacer.
I got fire for Caelani from Aya. I was thinking about using sun or anger instead, but I went with fire because it fits with them and is often a symbol of other things that I think are related to Caelani.
I thought Jaaws was female?
(November 8, 2016 - 8:45 am)
Nope. Claaws is female and Jaaws is male (Claaws acts like a boy UHH SORRY CLAAWS it's just you're more of 'strong independent woman' instead of 'weak girl who likes flowers'.).
I'm glad that it wasn't rude :)
(November 8, 2016 - 1:51 pm)
...I'm confused, but also not...? Don't worry, I'll figure it out. :)
(November 8, 2016 - 10:32 pm)
Its fine Icy, I am sortta like a tom boy actually. Well, sortta. Kinda a mix. Anyway, to corrections. Jaaws is a female. And Claaws is of fire, not Caelani. He is of anger, in a way I guess.
Also, where did Thimble go. Who's gonna do Jaaws? And Icy, how do you feal about being Whist?
(November 13, 2016 - 12:41 am)
I would be fine with Whist, but currently I have two Charries, and I'm strongly against having too many. I can archive Anonymous (not the FAFA Anonymous; that's not me) and write for Whist sometimes I guess?
(November 13, 2016 - 8:34 am)
well, I have ten carries at the moment and am second guessing my time for this, (Too much homework) I may have to drop out for awhile... But i will wright before winter break
(November 13, 2016 - 4:38 pm)
Alexander the bat is dead.
(November 13, 2016 - 9:03 pm)
Yeah :(
Icy and I are in his will.
(November 14, 2016 - 4:16 pm)
Hi guys, remember me? Well, I'm back! I took a break, but I'm not in any RPs on the normal Cricket CB, so I figured since I wanted to RP I might as well come back to Kyngdom. What'd I miss? I left right when they sank the BIG ship. I'll be reading the most recent posts, but I'm not sure I can read EVERY single post since then...
(November 14, 2016 - 6:33 pm)
Hello!
(November 16, 2016 - 10:38 pm)
I'm just going to RP here until I can find the RP thread that continues the storyline...I'm going to be catching up right now on everything that I missed.
Jaaws~
Jaaws mulled over her new discovery as she flew towards the sea, following the Hardswallow River from a distance. She tried to process the fact that one single, overpowering line of words was dictating her actions. She couldn't quite wrap her mind around this new idea. I must break the chains...
It just...wasn't that easy. When Jaaws retreated into the depths of her mind, she could sense a sort of powerful underground mountain carved with ancient symbols. She could feel her sense of purpose buried deep within the cliffs, and her soul was bound to it with an invisible, scentless, fathomless wire as thin as the air and as vast as the oceans. Jaaws couldn't exactly see it; she could merely sense it there.
Strange though it may have sounded, that was Jaaws's relation to her lifelong mission. The dragon could think of no way to break the bond--it was a part of her mind. It was her.
Is that all I am? No more than words, just a simple mission meant to keep Kyngdom and the powers together?
Jaaws shook her head, clearing it of those impossible questions. No matter how hard she thought, she couldn't get around them.
The dragon blinked, and then focused on the waters fast approaching. Concentrating her energy into a single black beam, she narrowed her vision until she singled out a lazy seal flopping around on the sand below her. Jaaws swooped low, frightening the creature's pod, and sent out writhing whips of black magic. The seal thrashed, rolled over once, barked a warning to the rest of its group, and succumbed to the hypnotic rays. Jaaws swept it up in her talons and flapped back to shore, sheltering underneath an enormous, vine-covered sandstone boulder.
"A wolf seal," mused the dragon, gazing upon her prey. A sleeping doglike snout protruded from a grey wolfish face, raised in a snarl, and its flippers had gleaming black claws attatched to them. The tail was that of a seal's, but covered in dense, oily wolf fur, just like the rest of its body. Jaaws began to bury herself in the sandy soil underneath the boulder. For the hypnosis she was about to perform, she would be vulnerable to outside threats. When all that protruded from the dirt was her eyes, she locked on to the wolf seal. Focusing all her power into the seal's mind until she was fully in control, Jaaws's body went limp.
She wiggled her new flippers. Ugly little things, she thought. But they do in a pinch. I suppose.
Jaaws waddled across the beach until the ocean lapped at her blubber. Since wolf seals had excellent senses of direction, she knew instinctively which way Claaws's instrument was. She had told Catastrophe she would check on it. Her only fear was that she would lose control...and free Claaws again.
(November 17, 2016 - 8:42 am)
Hey Thimble! I wondered where you went. I don't know what's happening either, AND NO ONE"S CARED TO TELL ME. Glad you're back! And the admins have some sortta plan going on for the next Power, though I don't know who it is yet. Stay tuned! They said they would post it soon.
(November 18, 2016 - 9:00 pm)
Hello! The adventure continued on the Aslahari thread, and then it jumped onto a different one, but I'm not sure which... Sorry. I'm working on an update for the Story So Far thread, but it's going to take a while. Um...
I think what happened after this was Ronan and the group got to Aslahari, but Icy wanted them to leave (backstory on my mot... thread). There was a lot of fighting, and shadow died but was revived because apparently her death was unacceptable, and pretty much everyone evacuated when Catastrophe took over. The Power of Fin fell into Ronan's hands out in the woods with Ecio and Caelani and was activated, but something was wrong and Ayearth came out mutated and evil. A mysterious wizard appeared just in time and turned him back to normal. I'm not quite sure what happens from there, but most of us excluding them end up in the Bog and Burrow Inn (see Bog and Borrow Inn RP thread), then captured by Elliot and co., then escaped, then recaptured, then escaped, and then possibly recaptured and escaped again. Ronan ends up there, too. The loop ends on escaped, and that's where we are now. There are some important details I missed, but I can't include them all right now.
(November 18, 2016 - 10:40 pm)
THIS IS A LONG POST
I sense it even before it senses me.
As doon as my snout dips into the water, I know-something has gone wrong. Very wrong. It seems to be a long way off, almost untraceable, yet it pulls me in, like a fish on a line of silverspider silk. I slip into the water and swim, half knowing what it is, half not knowing, just following,following,following. I don't know why i'm going towards it. It is not like any magical aura i've ever felt, not a Power because the aura is too weak, not a talisman because it is too compelling, not a struggling marine animal. Even the current seems to be leading me to it-or is that just me? The water turns the blaze of the pain in my wing into a mellow pulse, but it still hurts.
So does not having my magic. So does not having Claaws. So does B.I.G and Jaaws and a million other things-all questioning me, hurting me, roaring at me from a million voices, snarling and snapping and baring their teth at me fit to deafen a thunderstorm.
Dragons are strong, I tell myself. Dragons are beautiful and graceful and just downright cool, and they have no time to sit there, and think, and be selfish.
It does't sound true, no matter how hard I wish it to be.
I come to the center of the beacon or whatever it is. The ruins of an underwater ball are in front of me, smashed cactus and broken lights and shattered plates. In the center stands a giant splinter of ice, destroyed beyond recognition. Something glints in the center. I come closer, swimming carefully, focused only on getting whatever it is, reaching my talons out.
And then the sand erupts around me.
A Sea Dragon appears, snarling, crouching, fluttering its gills as if to say, back off. Then two. Then three. Then four and five and six. I am surrounded in a perfect ring- a trap. They were waiting for someone, something to swm in so they could capture it.
I crouch, bare my throat, and avoid eye contact-basic animal language for I am not a threat. The leader of the Sea Dragons looks surprised- as if he expected a fight, head-on. He seems to pull back, looking down, avoiding my gaze, pulling back-as if wanting someone else to take his place, to say sorry.
Another dragon does.And he is a lot less friendly.
I barely have time to register the roar untill something slams into me, throwing up sprays of sand, sending me tumbling out of the ring. I clear my head and shake my eyes, trying to dislodge the black spots swimming in front of my vision. The other dragon pounces, extending wicked talons, slicing through the water where my bad wing used to be. He leaps for my neck, trying to slice my throat with one cruel swipe.
This time, I am ready.
I roar back, bubbles exploding around us, momentarily blinding him, confusing his head. I pounce and leap on to of his back, ripping and tearing and biting and scratching, using my weight as an advantage. He goes limp under me, head twisted at an odd angle, sand swirling around his body. I step back, ready for another attack.
The sand simply swirls around me. All six dragons are gone-like a mirage in the water. Were they even here at all? No. The new wounds in my side prove that-but the dragons have dissapeared as fast as a mote of dust.
The object in the center is a tigers eye, polished and gleaming, on a silver chain. I touch it and something appears, a memory replaying itself in my mind.
"Find them, for they will be attracted to the stone. Put it around their neck and they will be unable to move unless under my command."
Something is pressed into what looks like a Sea Dragons paw- the same stone I am holding. The memory fades, leaving me in the silent and empty ruins.
Out of the corner of my eye, something darts off-a seal? A sea lion? I'm not sure. It almost seems to be watching me, but as i turn, the creature swims off.
I grab the stone in my talons and shoot out of the water as fast as I can.
(November 20, 2016 - 9:56 pm)
ANOTHER LONGISH POST
Hello! My name is Electrus, heir to the Power of Storm. I must have seen the Sea Dragon earlier! It attacked me and my cousin. There was a rumor going around about spiked punch. Well that rumor is true! When I was working with Weather Inc. workers to
create a magical dome to protect the party from storms just before the
party, I saw a shadowy figure out of the corner of my eye. They snuck to
the punch and dumped some kind of liquid in the punch from a flask. I
cried out and flew after them with my couisin Samirah but the cloaked
figure pulled a dagger from there belt and threw it at me. It was made
of iron, my biggest weakness. I had a glimpse of the hooded creature's
icy blue eyes before I blacked out. When I woke up, I felt dizzy and
Sam was gone. My fellow workers didn't believe me when I told them what happened. I believe the Sea Dragon spiked it with poison to make people hallucinate into thinking everything was fine. After the ball I saw a dragon attacking Finnny. I electrocuted the dragon but Finny was hurt. She is now lying in a sickbed in New Sky City's best hospital, NSU Lutheran. I stand over her now she looks up at me and smiles sadly. "Thank you so much." I reply, "Always willing to help some one in need." She grins. "How are you feeling?" I ask. "Much better." She replies. She digs around in the cubby in her night stand. She hands me a small key. "Here," she says, "keep it." I thank her for the gift. I have to go, so I wave bye and turn around. "Wait." Finny calls out, "when the time comes, use the key. It can be used once to open any doorway, or even heal any wound." I stare at the key in awe. Who new something so small could be so powerful. I thank Finny once again, and head out the door.
i am new here, this is my first month on the
surface. I have included my ID papers and if anyone wants and adventure,
I am more than happy to join you.
Official I.D. Papers Of Electrus Crowe, Thunder Elf
NAME: Electrus Crowe
SPECIES: Thunder Elf
JOB/TITLE: Weather Maker
APPEARANCE:
Silver cloak with streaks of lightning on it, face hidden in hood’s
shadow, blue hair made of lighting, quiver filled with lighting on back.
PERSONALITY: Curious, Brave, Clever, Kind, always willing to lend a helping hand, secretive.
HOME: NSC (New Sky City).
MOST OFTEN SEEN AT: The nearest hurricane, slinging bolt of lightning.
FRIEND OR MENTOR: Zeus, Zephyra, The Thunderbird
ENEMY OR RIVAL: Cornelia Hornshaw, B.I.G. in general
FAVORITE POSSESSION OR OBJECT: Notebook
MOTTO OR FAVORITE SAYING: Hope can survive through the hardest of times.
STRENGTHS: Smarts, Strength, Flight, Persuasive
WEAKNESSES: In experienced, Iron, The Cold, Temper
BACKGROUND:
Used to be a pickpocket after being orphaned when his parents, B.I.G.
scientists, were killed in an explosion from an experiment because
Cornelia Hornshaw was careless. He kept up his life in crime until
Zephyra took him in. Grew up alongside Little Crow until he got a job
opportunity back home in NSC (New Sky City) as a weather-worker.
Returning to the surface at last to research magical creatures and
explore as a worker at Cypher.
(November 26, 2016 - 2:29 pm)