Kyngdom Survival Guide
*A Travel Guide
Chatterbox: KYNGDOM™ Power of Hoof
*A Travel Guide
*A Travel Guide to Northwest Kyngdom That is Totally Not Top Secret and Has Nothing to Do with Anything Important
So you want to take a trip to Northwest Kyngdom? Wonderful! Pack your bags, grow an extra layer of fur, and hop onto the Badger Express, the high-speed badger-drawn train that will carry you northward.
Travel tip: The Badger Express has a wonderful dining car that serves a creamy, piping-hot soup called Pinesüppe: root vegetables simmered for hours with pine needles and topped off with a rich drizzle of sap.
Once you disembark, take a moment to notice how your breath turns into an intricately-patterned fog in the air. There is a magic to northwest Kyngdom that no one can explain--almost everything here, no matter how dangerous, is aesthetically pleasing. Gaze at the fields of soft, untouched snow, the evergreens glimmering with icicles so elaborate that you would have sworn they were carved by artists, and the aurora borealis that dance through the sky like omens of a better life. This is the home of Regina, the Silver Reindeer, who is…just your average reindeer!
Travel tip: Pack light but warm! Bring lots of high-protein snacks--we recommend grubs! Regina is the guardian of Hoof!
Though Regina looks so noble so as to be unapproachable, she is actually very friendly, and loves showing newcomers around her land. She lives in a mansion (nobody said reindeer weren’t materialistic!) that she named Jökull, the Old Norse word for ice. It is a place of good cheer, where the super-sweet juice of the local Winter Black Cherry flows year-round (delicious over ice or warmed up!). Zephyra loves to spend her holidays here.
Travel tip: Examine Regina closely when she walks. Three of her feet are shod in beautiful mother-of-pearl horseshoes that glimmer when she walks, but the fourth bears only a rusty horseshoe. Look closely at that horseshoe. I think you know what it is. Don’t you?
Regina will warn you about the forest of blue juniper trees that look so appealing and smell like Christmas on a platter. This is the Decoy Forest, and its pull is strong. When you walk through it--which you should never do--you will see what you want to see. Lost loves will cry out to you from the trees. Your mother, as a teenager, may appear, begging you to be her friend. Ignore them all. Have another mug of Winter Black Cherry cider. Enjoy your stay.
Travel tip: The pull of the Decoy Forest? B.I.G. feels it, too. When Cornelia Hornshaw stares into the Forest, she sees an image of the Fourth Power. But she still doesn’t know where it’s located. She’s heading there now, though. Will anybody stop her?
submitted by FAFA Intelligence, Bog & Burrow Inn
(January 4, 2017 - 12:58 pm)
(January 4, 2017 - 12:58 pm)
Oh, feathers. How am I supposed to do this?!
If Sylvia is literally on Regina's hooves, then....then how!? How am I supposed to--can I talk my way out of this!?
(January 5, 2017 - 3:34 pm)
Out of charrie
I know I normally don't do third person, but it just felt right...
shadow-
shadow stared at the little travel-sized book that had been shoved under the door of her room in the underground resistance base. She had been going to help Brynn, but this seemed to be calling her. She hadn't been on an adventure- a real, genuine adventure -for a long time. Not since the Battle of Aslahari, and that seemed like eons ago.
She rushed into her small closet, grabbing a backpack. She set it on the bed, then continued to scurry around her room, grabbing the things she thought she needed: her cell phone, her travel sized radio, an extra outfit, a hairbrush, a water bottle and some dried meat, her half-finished map of Kyngdom. She even found, shoved towards the back of one of her drawers, a small map of the train routs in Kyngdom. She shoved it all in the backpack, and pulled on a parka that had been designed for winged people like her. There were no coverings for her wings, because they seemed to be able to withstand the biting cold, but she figured she could always pull the coat over them if she was afraid they'd get frostbite. She pulled her hair into a long braid, and let it snake along her back. Right before she left, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was ready.
shadow crept through the corridor, hoping to aboid as many people as possible. She didn't want anyone stopping her as she left.
Finally, she reached the doors to the outside.
Freedom.
That was a word she hadn't thought of in a long time.
(January 5, 2017 - 5:45 pm)
I travel on my own. Sorry this is not for me.
(January 5, 2017 - 6:24 pm)
I fly for the first half of the journy, until I reach a place where snow falls through the air so thick I can't see the ground below me. Then, I carefully manuveur my way to the ground, letting my feet gently touch teh soft powder. I can't tell whether it is day or night, for all light reflects off the snow but the sky too is covered by it. I hug my coat tightly around me, tucking my wings in. I hope that this way, no one recognizes me.
Soon, the snowstorm clears up and I can once again see the sky. It looks like sunrise, which means I must have traveled through night. I walk for awhile, until I find it.
The Badger Express.
At first, I have trouble fflagging them down. I don't think I'm at one of their normal stops. I have to run up to the badgers pulling the train and beg him to let me on.
"Please, this is important."
"Sorr human, we aren't big fans of your kind here."
"I'm- I'm not just any human," I say, pulling my wigs out of my parka.
"shadow," The badger gasps. He stops the train, dragging me onboard.
"The Resistance is here!" He cries, "There may be hope for us yet."
(January 6, 2017 - 6:31 am)
"Um, hi?" I say in English. Then, I repeat it in a number of animal dialects. I even right down Hello in cypher on a scrap of paper, and hold it up to show them all. Many gasp, and a little squirrel in the back faints. I guess the Resistance is pretty famous.
"Where is your cat companion?" Asks the badger, leading me to a small seat towards the front of the train.
"She's... on a mission. Elsewhere."
"And you?"
"I am here to get the Piwer of Hoof and the others from Catastrophe. I will bring the Boy King down if it's the last thing I do."
(January 6, 2017 - 6:07 pm)
This trip is not for me. I work alone.
(February 8, 2017 - 6:23 pm)
Same here.
NAME: Shadow Moonwatcher
SPECIES: Gray Wolf
JOB/TITLE: Assasain
APPEARANCE: Gray-and-white, normal wolf, with lots of sharp teeth
PERSONALITY: feisty
HOME: Fallen Heights
MOST OFTEN SEEN AT: Bleak Peak
FRIEND OR MENTOR: Nobody
ENEMY OR RIVAL: Nobody
FAVORITE POSSESSION OR OBJECT: Nothing, unless you count her claws.
MOTTO OR FAVORITE SAYING: "If you can see them, they can't see you."
STRENGTHS: Spying and assasainating
WEAKNESSES: why would I say that?
BACKGROUND:
(June 8, 2019 - 8:58 pm)
I silently eye the new stranger on the Express. She likes horses because of the horse hair on her cloak, she hasn't slept because of the bags under her eyes. Humans or in her case, bird people, don't often travel by this way unless it is a long journey. So lack of sleep must have been the result of thinking about going on this journey in the first place. If she had to think that much, she was important and needed somewhere else. Then I see a small pin on the pocket on her cloak, a Resistance pin. Judging by there way she sits up, speaks clearly, and tells the attendants what she needs, she must have been a member of command.
I never travel by this train but it's going right by the place I need to be to check the new power. Explore, examine, observe.
And now that there's someone else possibly going to the same place, it might get more interesting.
(January 6, 2017 - 7:43 pm)
The train is quite fun, honestly. I'm enjoying it--then a familiar face appears on the train.
My friend the Angel of death.
"Shadow!"
(January 6, 2017 - 10:58 pm)
"Icy?"
Oh darn. This must mean they've found me.
"Please, don't take me back."
for a moment she looks puzzled, but then she seems to understand.
"I left them too." she says.
"Well then," I say, "Let's find that Power."
(January 7, 2017 - 7:24 am)
I move my bag aside, making room for Icy to sit beside me in the train car. She happily accepts the seat, but we have to be careful for my wings so they aren't crushed beneath her bags. My wings are rather big, taking up much of my side of the seat. They're also easily crushed, because a bird's wings have hollow bones so that they make it easier to fly.
"Have you seen this?" Asks Icy, pulling out a piece of parchment
"No," I say. I look closer at the parchment and see that it's a map, of the surrounding areas, I think, "What's Decoy Forest?" I ask.
"I don't know," she says, "But I think we're about to find out."
(January 7, 2017 - 9:39 am)
The train was quietly rolling along the line, occasionally stopping for the badgers to dig through a snowdrift. I sat quietly in the snow. Something was wrong. I had heard a terrible noise earlier in the evening, and now as eight o'clock approached, I had decided to see what was up. I could also go to the Resistance headquarters. Heaven knows we'll do nothing to stop Catastrophe if we can't get organized.
Finally the train arrived. The badgers stopped at the snowdrift I had made to slow them down, the buffers on the coaches gently bumping each other. I quickly jumped into a coach, but then-
-the train started again! I had to grab my backpack off the ground and dodge a badger's angry claws, but I tripped as I walked backwards into the coach and fell onto the floor.
"Icy!" I quickly got up and sat in the seat, stowing the backpack above me quickly.
"Did know you bhe Tadger Express is the only railway for animals?" I can feel my face go pink. "Of course there is Kyngdom Railways, but they've gotten next to no buisness this year. No one wants to ride a train in war, ho-ho, but of course we've got to, haven't we? Anyway I learned it-the Badger Express fact in a book in my packback? Do you want me lend you? I mean-"
"I know what you mean, Ronan. You're worried about what's going on in the Decoy Forest."
"Sorry, the what'll?"
"The Decoy Forest," says Shadow.
"Oh. Hello, Shadow."
"Hi, Ronan. Why're you on the train?"
"Well... I came to look and see what's the matter in the Forest, that's what. That and the Resistance base. I want to check up on that as well. If you want you can come to the base with me."
The coach went silent for a moment.
(January 7, 2017 - 2:39 pm)
I flag down the train. I walk aboard, and calm everybody down, explaining the situation. THen I walk down the train. Other resistance members.
"Guys, I am the reinforcements." I say.
(January 7, 2017 - 9:58 am)
I brought my two-handed sword, my short swords, my sheild, and my bow. Of course, I can summon sheilds from the Relic, but the Relic is a nasty, painful buisness all around. My red wings are painless to summon, but anything else hurts. For instance, when I summon an arrow, it feels like I am being cut. If I were to summon a sheild that protects an army, I would probably feel like I broke a major bone. If I were to send a missle of dense energy, I would have horrible pains in my head.
Then, I have an idea. If our friend the Tottaly Able To Rule A Peacful Kingdom, AKA Catastrophe, gets the spooky sword of Ravenloft or whatever, why not me?
I pull out my sword, trying to keep it sdeady in the swaying of the train, I concentrate, and make a red field of energy around the sword, and then focus, and the energy goes inside. Now my sword is red, and glittery. It should be a little harder, but the most important thing is that I can now say: I have found the mythic, legendary, rare Sword of the Aether Wastes. And it does nothing besides not break eaily.
Catastrophe, now I have a scary sword like you!
(January 7, 2017 - 10:24 am)
I flag down the train step aboard and look around for Elliot I sit down next to him, I speak it's me Lia I say you told me to meet you here,
Lia M.
(January 7, 2017 - 3:26 pm)