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)
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!
Claaws is dead? *endless sobbing*
~windswift
I felt the sting of rope on all sides. Confining me to only a limited field of vision.
It lurched me from the sky. I was falling.
Watching helplessly as my fellow birds were plucked from the sky in nets.
I should have seen it. Should have noticed the signs.
BIG is here. She has earned her prize.
Caelani falling. Before water ran over my head.
~Whist
Thousands of years caught in a hopeless mind. Growing stronger every centtenial.
Yet I must admit I am still weak.
But I WILL be stronger.
I will make a second army.
One I can control.
One that will crush the powers.
One that will defeat all my adversaries.
KYNDOM WILL FALL.
(August 5, 2016 - 12:33 pm)
okay admins can you deleat the last one? Im rewriting......er.......editing it.
Hey, maybe its the eel thats out rescuing stranded landlubbers?
Also, dont be shocked by this next post. Kyndom needs more posase, so i want to keep it as it is. ;)
~Cealani
Its been two days of constant flying. There hasn't even been a rock or some sort of perch to land on and rest their sore wings. Yes, Cealani was tired. But he had to go on.
Day three. Cealani almost dropped into the sea. Five times. Or six. The early morning started off with them taking turns, one bird flying riding on anothers back or being carried in their talons. Evening started with everyone on Cealani.
He wouldn't admit it. He wouldn't admit it. Not to himself, not to anyone else. But he was tired. And thirsty. But they've had plenty of food, being birds and all.
He didn't know how longer they could go on. His wings were so sore they could bearly move. And every movement felt like he was lifting a thousand weights. There was a streak of light up ahead. Then the sound of booming thunder not three seconds after.
A storm was rolling in. How long could they keep this up?
~Claaws
"So the Power. What do you think happened to it? Do you think Jaaws still has it? Or do you think they didn't know it was fake?" Ronan fidgeted lightly with the base of his shirt.
Claaws was admiring her long silver claws. She was about to answer when a shriek filled the sky. And something landed in between her shoulder blades.
Ronan jumped back in shock. Then clenched his fists and ground his teeth in wild anger.
Claaws turned her head to see the face of her mortal enemy. But right after she heard a laugh from above.
Jaaws.
Her other mortal enemy.
In a quick no-brainer desision, she opened her wings, flipped Catastrophe onto the makeshift raft where Ronan lunged for him, and exploded into the sky. Thunder rumbled as she beat her wings. She pulled up infront of Jaaws, hissing black fire. Lighting flashed between them, aluminating their identical dark shapes. Jaaws smiled, her claws arched and glimmering. Her long fangs aluminating in the lighting. Claaws roared, long and loud. So that all animals on the raft looked up to watch in fear as the two Powers of darkness faced off.
Claaws caught Jaaws quickly grab something around her neck, then crushed it inbetween her talons. Brazen goo. Every thing has a weekness. Everything.
Claaws would have to dodge that talon.
Claaws made the first lunge. She ripped her claws across the sideaffected Power's side, meaning for it to be a shocking blow to get the dragon off her gaurd for the death blow. But she smaked Claaws with her tail before Claaws' claws could sink in deep enough. Claaws rubbed her head, catching a glimpse of Jaaws' talon as it went for a death blow. Claaws imediatly swung open her mouth and breathed black fire over the midnight black scales, burning them a darker black. Jaaws hissed, clenching her teeth, and brung it back.
Lightning flashed above. The two dragons stared into eachother's eyes. Then Jaaws lunged. Her dagger teeth flashed as she went for Claaws' throat. Claaws swerved out of the way, but not quick enough. Jaaws teeth ripped through the corner of Claaws wing. Claaws faltered, but regained her balance and ripped through Jaaws' under scales. Jaaws howled as Claaws circuled back around to face her enemy, blood dripping from Jaaws wound. The blood fell into the ocean, drops matching the rain. The dark red dots spread slowly ontop of the salty water.
Thunder growled in the distance. Mist started encircling the two fighting dragons as it got darker.
Claaws flew into the cover of the mist, leaving Jaaws growling and circling around slowly. Then Claaws struck. She raked across Jaaws back. But Jaaws was expecting this and twisted her head around in one fast movement like a snake striking. She caught Claaws' throat and sunk her teeth in deep.
Claaws felt her heart stop.
Her teeth were coated in Brazen goo. Claaws could feal the poison seep into her veins.
Pain ingulfed her as she choked on her own blood. Her wings wavered and Jaaws snarled a wicked smile as she watched her mother die.
Then out of the mist there was a cry. The cry of an owl.
Claaws watched in despare as Whist flew through the mist in an arch, her one slitted eye glimmering while the other scared eye matched the fog in a clouded glare. Her talons raked through Claaws' wings and Claaws plumited down, her wings trailing infront of her. The salty water was a cold shock from the wet, but warmer rain. Before her head emerged, she saw that Catastrophe was no longer on the raft.
Slowly she sank through the dark water. Her dark wings wavered slowly infront of her. The blood from her neck spread into the water around her. Claaws was sourounded by black and dark, dark red. The rays of the setting sun glittered through her sliced wings. Her white eyes were clouded. Not quite ready to except defeat.
Her back hit sand. The sand lifted up around her, surounding her in small, ground up pepples. It was dark down here. The setting sunlight was too weak to aluminate the sea floor.
Lightning flashed. The quick light aluminated the small canyons near by, and the blood and black still slowly flouting away from her. And Claaws sealed her eyes shut. Unable to fight what was coming for her. What she deserves.
More thunder, and a shreik from above was muffled by the water.
Black, black blacker then midnight, then Claaws' wings, then the darkness of Jaaws, grew around her black vision. White flashed in small stars. No matter how hard she squeezed her eyes, it wouldn't leave her. The pain and defeat stayed.
The black slowly grew, engulfing what was left of the world. Then everything was dark. Black. Blacker then death. As Claaws' spirit left the Kyndom to wait in defeat untill someone would sommon her again.
~❇~
Dragon sunk slowly into the water. Around her was all black and dark red. Then there was a flash of black, and a small black trumpet (this can change i cant think of a better one right now) slowly setteled on the dark sandy floor. Suddenly something large upsetted the water. And a large, the large, Clawed Serpaint swam towards the instrament. Though the waves sent the fragle instrament away. And it fell, through the cracks of a nearby canyon. The Power slashed at the instrument, but it clattered down, down far into the crack that was too small for him to go after.
And the Power of Darkness was no more.
(August 4, 2016 - 11:05 pm)
No. No. Claaws isn't gone. She isn't...
She is. I just know it.
Ecio seems to be in shock, Icy stares at the deep red water, and the animals are silent.
I look to the sky. The midnight-colored dragon has disappeared, and so has Catastrophe.
I stare at the moon, who just dared to peek around a cloud, and I yell.
"THIS ISN'T THE END! THIS ISN'T THE END BECAUSE I SAY IT ISN'T! THIS ISN'T THE END BECAUSE WE DECLARE WAR!"
I turn to the others, a slightly mad glint in my eyes. "We get to shore as fast as possible, then we meet BIG. They need to know that a murderer's afoot. Many murderers. If possible, we need to make an alliance."
I am met with cheers.
(August 5, 2016 - 10:00 am)
It's Caelani, not Cealani. I'm tired of everyone misspelling the Powers' names. Please make an effort to spell them correctly.
(August 5, 2016 - 10:52 am)
WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS ANGRY EMOTIONS THAT MAY BE OFFENDING TO THE VIEWING. WARNING COMPANY IS NOT RESPONSIBLE TO A FINE IF VIEWER IS OFFENDED BY POST.
Oh yeah, this is the only time I'm ever gonna be near rude to here, just saying, so:
Um, no offence, but no one is actually noticing Salaki. LIKE, HELLOOOOOO, HE'S A SWIMMING JACKAL, PEOPLE. OH I DON'T KNOW, EVEN IF A POWER HAS JUST 'DIED' YOU COULD AT LEAST NOTICE A CREEPY BLACK SERPENT WHO IS JUST CIRCLING A RAFT IN THE MIDDLE OF A STORM, 'KAY? OH, YES AND A CERTAIN JACKAL IS OUT SWIMMING FOR HIS LIFE WHILE EVERYONE IS BEING SLUSHY AND SOBBING EVERYWHERE!!!!! LIKE, DID NO ONE SEE MY POST???? OR DOES NO ONE CARE ABOUT WHAT I WRITE????
Okay, I'm so-actually I'm not but let's just pretend I haven't decided not to be a decent human being today, so um this post turned out to be a lot more angry than it meant to be but for once in my life I'd like to comepletely show it when I'm angry rather than just smiling a very forced smile and bottling it up. This is the only time I'm gonna write angry stuff. Oh well, might as well mention offhand that I had the glass Armonica idea for Ayearth AND I was the one to say: Okay people, his name is spelled Ayearth, got that? AND I was really looking forward to posting as Ayearth and when I said that, no one told me that Lucy/Xialong was doing him. Plus she should've told me that before.
AND I had to say: 'Sure, yeah, you go and take the only chance I have at playing someone. Yep, you just crush half of my dream about people actually mentioning me. Not like I feel unhappy, fooled, and horrible, not like I feel angry at you for NEVER MENTIONING THAT BEFORE, oh no, I'm not being sarcastic, what? Why would I be unhappy after everyone ignores me.'
And now no one will even pay attention to this post and now people are gonna post with question marks like: "Wah? Duh? Huh? Whaddaya talking about?" I'm probably gonna say sorry about this post and that it was all the anger talking, which is true but not fair, so yeah, you're free to pay no attention to me ranting. I gave you a warning at the beginning, too.
(August 5, 2016 - 3:25 pm)
Uh. . . Do you want Ayearth? I'll give him up. . . Although I really don't want to. . .
(August 5, 2016 - 7:24 pm)
Sorry Scylla. It's autocorrect.
And I did say the serpaint could be the eel that's saving animals.
So are you ignoring me?
Claaws, I don't think you have to accept autocorrect's work. Just correct it back to what you know to be correct.
Admin
(August 5, 2016 - 8:15 pm)
Claaws is dead?!?!?! OMK! *Is Shocked* *Cries Sadly* Your instrument is at the bottom of the ocean...I hope somebody can swim down the canyon one day and bring you back. That was so so so sad, Claaws. And beautifully written. *Que 'The Circle of Life' from the Lion King*
Well, here is Jaaws's point of view on this whole thing...
Jaaws~
Jaaws watched, unimaginable glee spiraling through her, as Claaws launched herself off the raft and into the sky.
"Come closer, Mother," Jaaws whispered as Claaws flew higher and higher. Jaaws's smiling ivory teeth glinted in the sun's final show of grandeur.
A ball of flaming fire slowly sank into the sea, relfecting off the water and the clouds as thunderstorms blew in from the east. Lightning flashed from somewhere far away, and it wasn't until Claaws was halfway to Jaaws did the sound of thunder reach the dragons' ears.
Jaaws hovered in the air, fingering her two vials of Brazen Goo and the could-be-a-fake Power of Fin. Her mission would be completed today--completed, or failed.
Forever.
Claaws let out a deafening roar that echoed across the ocean and was heard from miles away. The storm, beginning to pick up speed, responded to her with a sudden onslaught of pelting rain. Jaaws hardly felt the icy drops, for Claaws was almost to her.
"Claaws," called out Jaaws, flapping her wings harder to keep steady in the rising wind. "You and I could've been great together."
An enormous gust of wind tore across the open seas and Claaws squinted her eyes, ignoring Jaaws's comment.
"There's still time to turn back," the evil dragon in the sky warned. "I have something you can't escape from. Brazen Goo."
Claaws started with surprise, her steady flight faltering. But it was too late--she had already reached Jaaws. To turn back now would be cowardice.
"Have you made up with Lunee and Sylvia?" Jaaws taunted, her red eyes gleaming, reflecting the sun's dying rays. "How do you plan to defeat me?"
Claaws, in silent determination, pushed forwards with one more powerful blast of her wings. Talons outstretched, she barreled towards Jaaws's face. Jaaws lifted her wings up and flapped higher at the last second, causing Claaws to whiz underneath her foe. Jaaws pulled her wings close to her body and dropped like a stone, crashing into Claaws and forcing them both down.
Claaws threw her wings out and caught an updraft. The sudden halt of the falling motion launched Jaaws three feet above Claaws, giving the Power of Darkness a chance to dive upwards and rake her talons across Jaaws's snout. Hissing, Jaaws summoned fire from deep within her. Smoke billowed from her snout as she fueled the fuming violet flames in her throat. Claaws did the same, coaxing the hottest spurt of black fire from the deepest place in her stomach.
Jaaws released her fire, which exploded in a show of the deepest violet, and spread over Claaws's face.
"Weak," spat Claaws, overcoming the burning sensation easily. Exhaling a beautiful display of midnight fire twinkling with sparks that looked like stars, Claaws managed to drive Jaaws back. Jaaws lashed out blindly with both talons, screeching in pain as the scales on her face grew boiling hot. Her claws met the face of her enemy, and muscles rippled as both dragons fought for dear life.
The sun suddenly dropped below the horizon, plunging the world into twilight. Claaws blinked, and her enemy disappeared. Dark thunderclouds grew closer still, and bolts of lightning grasped for the sea with their white, fiery tendrils.
A terrible screaming hiss came from behind Claaws. Turning her head at the last moment, Claaws caught Jaaws swooping straight for her head. A vial glinted in the hazy half-light from around Jaaws's neck--Brazen Goo.
Lightning flashed down three feet away from the battlers, and the thunder was so loud that it created enormous waves. The rain came down harder--and with it, the mist.
The world grew white with the thick, clingy fog, and though it felt as though she could see better, Claaws found it hard to keep an eye on her enemy. Jaaws, on the other hand, relied on the camoflague to sneak behind Claaws and brutally attack her back.
Claaws craned her neck to reach her enemy, who was practically standing on her wings. Jaaws's strength was great, but hers was great as well! Jaaws knew this, and hurriedly ripped a vial of Goo off her neck. Claaws bit down on Jaaws's shoulder so hard that Jaaws's scales shattered. The dark dragon screeched in the twilight.
Claaws clamped her jaws down harder. Jaaws did the only thing she could think of doing to save her arm from getting bitten off: She smashed the Brazen Goo vial against Claaws's teeth and smeared it over her lips.
The sound that followed was deafening; louder than the thunder that shook the very air itself. It is a terrible thing to hear a Power die, but it was music to Jaaws's ears. Another screech answered Claaws's scream; the call of an owl. Whist had arrived.
Together, Jaaws and Whist relentlessly attacked the Power of Darkness. The mist cleared and turned into birds. More of Whist's servants.
One last strip of sunlight trickled across the wind-tossed ocean, peeking through the clouds, illuminating one small patch of water below the battlers.
The animals on the rafts below watched in horror as the Brazen Goo took its toll on Claaws. The Power of Darkness took two more blows to her wing membrane before her eyes began rolling madly, and her blows became weaker.
Jaaws, the image of pure evil, felt no remorse as Claaws glanced sadly upwards as she plummeted down, down, down...Her claws outstretched towards the sky in a final attempt to take Jaaws down. The Power of Darkness fell limply into the patch of ocean that was still illuminated by the sun. It seemed, at that time, as if the sun was as unwilling to give up as Claaws was. Two minutes passed. Jaaws waited in anticipation until the sun was suddenly...gone.
Gone.
Gone.
And Jaaws knew, somehow, that Claaws was, too.
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Clouds of deepest black closed in over the sky. Jaaws laughed, her mission complete. Whist would be taken care of later. But Jaaws had lied to Catastrophe all those years ago. She had wanted Brazen Goo all those thousands of years ago. But now...Now, she wanted more.
Jaaws did want to take over Kyngdom.
And Kyngdom would be hers.
At whatever the cost.
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(August 5, 2016 - 8:41 pm)
No, Lucy keep him. He's all yours fair and square. She can post as him (autocorrect corrected that to Jim idk why :) on the this RP is.....thread in ancient Times. You can be anyone u want on it.
(August 6, 2016 - 12:02 am)
And Chinchilla, HOW COULD YOU BE SO ANGRY AFTER CLAAWS JUST...DIED!!!!
;(
;)
Oh Noon, just wakn up are you?
(August 6, 2016 - 12:14 am)
I like it, Thimble, but.....
First Claaws was the one who used the mist as cover.
Second, I burn your talon, not your face.
And finally when i attack you from the mist to reach up and vite my neck, and your teeh were coted with Brazen goo and that how i die.
The rest was fine, i just eant to keep those the same.
:)
Also, you should work with Catastrophe and Whist, just for now. :)
(August 6, 2016 - 11:38 am)
Oh, I'm so sorry! I had a hard time remembering the details...I guess I should've selected reply so I could read your post as I made mine. That way I would've been able to keep things in sync.
(P.S.--I read my post again, and although I proofread it before posting, now it seems like it was written from Claaws's point of view. I didn't mean for it to be that way, I guess it just happened like that. Again, I'm super sorry.)
Everybody, you can ignore my post--use Claaws's if you need an accurate account of Claaws's death.
(August 6, 2016 - 2:37 pm)
I'm really, really, really, really, really, really, really, reallly, really, really, really, really, really, sorry everyone!!!!
I DID mean that post when I posted it but I really overreacted!
I'm so sorry!
Please forgive me!
Lucy Ayearth is yours since (Now I'm not angry at you and I get it-no I'm not putting on a false face about it) you DID decide to be him first! I was very upset about it because I thought he was mine since I figured out his name and stuff, but I'm not now. I'm not putting a false face on things, these will be the only two posts where I am deathly serious, Lucy, he's yours.
Sorry to everyone about that post, I totally don't mean them now..... please please please accept my apology and I swear I will never be that mean again!
PLEASE FORGIVE ME!
Sorrysorryosorrysorrysorrysorry
SORRY
(August 6, 2016 - 2:19 pm)
I accept your apology and forgive you completely. I don't know if you need that, because I'm not really anyone, but I do. I get really upset (and later sorry) too sometimes. And maybe you could share Ayearth with Lucy, if she doesn't mind.
And again: it's okay.
(September 14, 2016 - 7:21 pm)
Claaws, I posted that late.
(January 14, 2018 - 3:46 pm)