Post by The Myst on Dec 26, 2014 8:40:40 GMT -8
Again...I'm lazy so I recycle... 
Hey there, I'm looking for a few people to write with one on one. So, here's a little bit about my me you might want to know:I can post at least once a day, Once every other day (once a day if I'm really inspired) some times more. While I do use spell check but some things may slip by and my grammar usage isn't the best (I use commas a lot for example) which means I won't be a Natzi about my partners spelling and grammar as long as they employ spell check as well. As for post length I usually mirror but I consider myself a semi-lit to adv-lit writer.
I live on the east coast which means EST time zone. If by some awesome turn of fate I do have plans to go away for the weekend/go on vacation I will let you know when and how long it will be. I usually leave to go to Nova Scotia in August every year and when/if that happens I will let you know.
I also have a goal of improving my writing so if you feel like putting up with long/ish posts please hit me up. I want to get back to the days when I could write really well and detailed.
What I do
- Love fantasy (modern day, future, old times whatever)
- Double
- Male and female
- Romance, drama, adventure, dark, horror
- OOC talk and plotting (LOVE plotting)
- OC characters
- Original plots
- Real, anime, CG pictures or even no pictures
What I don't do
- Vanish without telling you where I'm going or when I expect to be back (if that happens it's safe to say I'm in the hospital or dead)
- Rape, incest, zombies (so over zombies v.v)
- Connon characters (unless I know them really well or you are willing to put up with my poor attempts at playing them)
- (Detailed) Character biographies
- Sparkly Vampires
- Mulan esk (i.e. female pretending to be male during a war or some such thing)
- Cinderella like
- Dragons
- X-Men/super powers type thing
- Science experiment
- Twisted Disney /Something dark (evil, tormented)
Fandoms (preferably all OC)
I really just want to borrow the worlds
Jim Butcher - Dresden Files
Gena Showalter - Lords of the Underworld AND Atlantis
Brent Weeks - Lightbringer
Patrick Rothfuss - The Kingkiller Chronicle
Karen Marie Moning - Fever AND Highlander
Brandon Sanderson - Mistborn
Laurell K Hamilton - Anita Blake AND Merry Gentry
Epic
X-men
Avatar: That Last Airbender / Legend of Korra
Inuyasha
Anything Disney
Skyrim
PLOT IDEAS
(Name of Plot - What I'm looking to be played. Also open to any of your ideas)
Short Plots
- Something post apocalyptic (NOT zombies, just like WWIII or some sort of disaster chases people underground for X-amount of years and they're sending people up, that kind of thing)
- Twisted/Dark Fairy tales (maybe Beauty didn't fall for the Beast in time, maybe the human wanted to become a mermaid...that kind of thing)
- Cursed -> Someone did something bad and thus was cursed to live as an animal by day and a human by night and they serve a single family until one of them figures out how to break it.
- Arranged Marriage Mix for X reason or another
- Trapped in another world and/or thrown forward/backward in time
Dragon Tribe - Rider role, double, small group
Deep in unmapped territory lives a tribe of people known as Dragon Riders. These are a people who were born with a bit of dragon blood in them and as such are able to create a bond with an actual dragon. These people are also able to control the forces of magic that are part of the world in ways that other's, who consider themselves Practitioners, cannot. Most riders do not choose their dragon, the dragon chooses them. In order to do this riders are taken out to dragon land when they are about five years old to the dragon breeding ground and usually bond with a small dragon about their age in human years but are much older in dragon terms. From there they form a life bond with their dragon and as they grow together so does their strength.
As people start to explore more of the land the anonymity of this tribe is slowly wearing away and those that actually find them become jealous of the bond between rider and dragon as only those of this tribe can control the majestic and fearsome beasts. A large faction of Practitioners (those whose use of magic is limited to one talent or spell) set out to find a way to destroy this tribe and find a way to control dragons for themselves.
This story takes place when the Practitioners have finally attacked the tribe and ravaged dragon land. A dragon has lost her rider in this battle but not to death as so many of the tribe have been killed and the bodies of riders and dragons alike scattered throughout the remains of her village. Having seen the attack coming she had hidden her rider in another non-rider village but even there the Practitioners have attacked but there is no trace of her rider. Knowing her rider is not dead – for if they were her soul would feel ripped in two – she sets out to find her rider and hopes to find any surviving dragons and their riders on her way. From there she hopes to destroy those who tried to wipe out two entire populations...unless of course she and her rider are the only ones left then she would have to figure something else out.
As of yet Unnamed Plot - Possible double or male lead
So I have a story I can never finish about a semi-futuristic Earth where after World War 5 happened magic suddenly became available to humans again but only certain ones. These magic users evolved into Renarians and eventually all non- magic users, humans, were wiped out but every once in a while a Dud appears, someone who can't use any magic of any kind. My character is a Dud, but a special kind of Dud. She can use magic but it's not a good kind, it's a kind that could get her killed if anyone ever found out about it. She can see past events, no matter how far back they occurred. What she doesn't know, at least not yet, is that she can alter events that happened in the past and this is why if she was ever found out she would be killed. Could you imagine...being able to alter the results of WWV? Why, she could totally erase the Renarian population! Good thing she learned to ignore and adapt the little ghost like stories that play out in front of her then isn't it? Only there are some events, ones with stronger time echoes or emotional pulls that she has trouble telling the difference between present and past and one day while she's walking home from school she sees a little boy chasing his toy into the street and he's about to be hit by a hover car! Unable to let such a tragedy happen (Also unaware that she seems to be the only one noticing this event) she dives for the boy and saves him just in time. Only when she stops rolling does she realize it's not a little boy in her arms but a grown man and by saving him she's created an alternate dimension....now they have to fight to keep her a live and restore the proper time stream.
Seem interesting? Want more info? PM me or leave a message here! I Would love to do this with someone!
Beauty and the Beast(ish) only looking for the MALE lead.
Hidden World - Either double, male lead, small group
Battle The Draken - Possible double, Male lead
Picture Prompts!
Here I will post pictures where I would love if someone would plot out and write a story inspired by it with me.
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Hey there, I'm looking for a few people to write with one on one. So, here's a little bit about my me you might want to know:
I live on the east coast which means EST time zone. If by some awesome turn of fate I do have plans to go away for the weekend/go on vacation I will let you know when and how long it will be. I usually leave to go to Nova Scotia in August every year and when/if that happens I will let you know.
I also have a goal of improving my writing so if you feel like putting up with long/ish posts please hit me up. I want to get back to the days when I could write really well and detailed.
What I do
- Love fantasy (modern day, future, old times whatever)
- Double
- Male and female
- Romance, drama, adventure, dark, horror
- OOC talk and plotting (LOVE plotting)
- OC characters
- Original plots
- Real, anime, CG pictures or even no pictures
What I don't do
- Vanish without telling you where I'm going or when I expect to be back (if that happens it's safe to say I'm in the hospital or dead)
- Rape, incest, zombies (so over zombies v.v)
- Connon characters (unless I know them really well or you are willing to put up with my poor attempts at playing them)
- (Detailed) Character biographies
- Sparkly Vampires
Currently Craving Zone
In order of most craved
In order of most craved
- Mulan esk (i.e. female pretending to be male during a war or some such thing)
- Cinderella like
- Dragons
- X-Men/super powers type thing
- Science experiment
- Twisted Disney /Something dark (evil, tormented)
Fandoms (preferably all OC)
I really just want to borrow the worlds
Jim Butcher - Dresden Files
Gena Showalter - Lords of the Underworld AND Atlantis
Brent Weeks - Lightbringer
Patrick Rothfuss - The Kingkiller Chronicle
Karen Marie Moning - Fever AND Highlander
Brandon Sanderson - Mistborn
Laurell K Hamilton - Anita Blake AND Merry Gentry
Epic
X-men
Avatar: That Last Airbender / Legend of Korra
Inuyasha
Anything Disney
Skyrim
PLOT IDEAS
(Name of Plot - What I'm looking to be played. Also open to any of your ideas)
Short Plots
- Something post apocalyptic (NOT zombies, just like WWIII or some sort of disaster chases people underground for X-amount of years and they're sending people up, that kind of thing)
- Twisted/Dark Fairy tales (maybe Beauty didn't fall for the Beast in time, maybe the human wanted to become a mermaid...that kind of thing)
- Cursed -> Someone did something bad and thus was cursed to live as an animal by day and a human by night and they serve a single family until one of them figures out how to break it.
- Arranged Marriage Mix for X reason or another
- Trapped in another world and/or thrown forward/backward in time
Dragon Tribe - Rider role, double, small group
Deep in unmapped territory lives a tribe of people known as Dragon Riders. These are a people who were born with a bit of dragon blood in them and as such are able to create a bond with an actual dragon. These people are also able to control the forces of magic that are part of the world in ways that other's, who consider themselves Practitioners, cannot. Most riders do not choose their dragon, the dragon chooses them. In order to do this riders are taken out to dragon land when they are about five years old to the dragon breeding ground and usually bond with a small dragon about their age in human years but are much older in dragon terms. From there they form a life bond with their dragon and as they grow together so does their strength.
As people start to explore more of the land the anonymity of this tribe is slowly wearing away and those that actually find them become jealous of the bond between rider and dragon as only those of this tribe can control the majestic and fearsome beasts. A large faction of Practitioners (those whose use of magic is limited to one talent or spell) set out to find a way to destroy this tribe and find a way to control dragons for themselves.
This story takes place when the Practitioners have finally attacked the tribe and ravaged dragon land. A dragon has lost her rider in this battle but not to death as so many of the tribe have been killed and the bodies of riders and dragons alike scattered throughout the remains of her village. Having seen the attack coming she had hidden her rider in another non-rider village but even there the Practitioners have attacked but there is no trace of her rider. Knowing her rider is not dead – for if they were her soul would feel ripped in two – she sets out to find her rider and hopes to find any surviving dragons and their riders on her way. From there she hopes to destroy those who tried to wipe out two entire populations...unless of course she and her rider are the only ones left then she would have to figure something else out.
As of yet Unnamed Plot - Possible double or male lead
So I have a story I can never finish about a semi-futuristic Earth where after World War 5 happened magic suddenly became available to humans again but only certain ones. These magic users evolved into Renarians and eventually all non- magic users, humans, were wiped out but every once in a while a Dud appears, someone who can't use any magic of any kind. My character is a Dud, but a special kind of Dud. She can use magic but it's not a good kind, it's a kind that could get her killed if anyone ever found out about it. She can see past events, no matter how far back they occurred. What she doesn't know, at least not yet, is that she can alter events that happened in the past and this is why if she was ever found out she would be killed. Could you imagine...being able to alter the results of WWV? Why, she could totally erase the Renarian population! Good thing she learned to ignore and adapt the little ghost like stories that play out in front of her then isn't it? Only there are some events, ones with stronger time echoes or emotional pulls that she has trouble telling the difference between present and past and one day while she's walking home from school she sees a little boy chasing his toy into the street and he's about to be hit by a hover car! Unable to let such a tragedy happen (Also unaware that she seems to be the only one noticing this event) she dives for the boy and saves him just in time. Only when she stops rolling does she realize it's not a little boy in her arms but a grown man and by saving him she's created an alternate dimension....now they have to fight to keep her a live and restore the proper time stream.
Seem interesting? Want more info? PM me or leave a message here! I Would love to do this with someone!
Beauty and the Beast(ish) only looking for the MALE lead.
She stared at the silver cuff bracelets sitting prettily in the velvet-lined box with their clear gemstones winking in the light. Gray eyes flickered up at the person holding the box and frowned at the serious face presented to her.
“Do I have to?” She sighed, leaning away from the box as if they were going to jump out and bite her if she got to close.
“Yes, it is not just for your safety but the safety of everyone around you Amalee.” The age-roughened voice gently scolded her. Kerith was the only elder that spoke and the only one that carried out whatever decision or punishment the whole council decided on so one either learned to love or hate seeing him. While Amalee knew something had to be done about her and the magic she couldn’t seem to control she hadn’t thought they would slap those babies on her wrists though in hindsight she should have known it was going to happen.
The bracelets, while pretty, were magical shackles; as soon as she put them on they would conform to her wrists and control her magic for her to an extent. They would allow her to only use a certain amount and if she attempted to go over that point they would cut her off…painfully.
“But,” She started to protest and was abruptly interrupted.
“No, you know you need these. Your magic will draw Him to you if you are not careful and we both know you are anything but,” Kerith held up his hand to stem the protest he saw forming on her lips, “I know you cannot help it and that is why you are getting the Suppression Cuffs instead of the Withholding Circlet. You will need to be able to defend yourself and if we simply took your magic you would not be able to do that. However, after you last, ahem, accident He could even be on the way but if we control it now we can make you harder to find.”
Kerith suspected he had won when she sighed and he knew he had indeed claimed this victory when she held her arms out and looked away. He gave her a sad smile as he slipped the bracelets one then the other over her hands. The moment they settled around her wrists the stones on them flared brightly then turned a smoky blue that seemed to swirl and they no longer sparkled. She only winced once then dropped her arms, resisting the urge to rub at the cold metal.
“Really, Amalee, it is for the best.” Kerith patted her shoulder gently which she promptly shook off, turned on her heel, and left the room. He heaved a sigh and looked towards the door as she vanished through it. “We did the right thing,” Kerith spoke softly as eleven robed figures stepped from the shadows nodding their agreement.
Amalee was the most powerful sorceress that had been known since Him and she still wielded more power than the more feared man of the realm. His name was never spoken for fear that He would hear it and hunt down any who dared speak it. The two of them differed greatly where it mattered, however. Where He had worked hard from a young age to gain knowledge and power and had even stolen it from others who could practice Amalee was simply born with enough power to flatten half the realm and she came with no control switch. She was the key to His destruction so said the prophecy.
[align=center]“When she who is born with the strength greater than that of him, she will bring the dark into the light and he will meet his end. But beware her power for it is untamed and he can claim it all. He may not force it from her as only she can give or withhold and choose the Fate of All.”[/align]
They knew He could track her, He could track any magic large enough and thus her entire life had been one attempt at keeping her hidden after another, never staying in one place very long, shorter if she had an accident they couldn’t cover up. The magic she held couldn’t help but explode from her whenever her emotions were strong enough as it reacted to her feelings and thoughts.
“The darkness grows, Kerith,” a twelfth figure appeared in the room, shrouded head to foot in a blood red robe with no hint of the wearer showing beneath it. Kerith and the other elders immediately fell to their knees and bowed their heads.
“We are trying, Seer, but the girl grows more unpredictable, stronger even, each year.” Kerith spoke solemnly, never once looking up.
The Seer spoke again, many voices blending into one softly echoing voice, “You cannot stop Fate but your efforts carried out this day will not go to waste. You have done well but now it is in the girls hands as he will soon make his move.”
Just as soon as the Seer appeared they were gone and the elders slowly got to their feet. They knew what the warning meant; He was gaining more power, more abilities, biding His time until He could strike and take Amalee from them and her power from her.
“We have to move her…today.” They may not be able to stop Him but they could try to gain more time. Little did they know that in the chaos of moving her to a new location they would provide the perfect time for Him to grab Amalee in the only moment she would be unguarded and set the wheel of Fate into motion.
“Do I have to?” She sighed, leaning away from the box as if they were going to jump out and bite her if she got to close.
“Yes, it is not just for your safety but the safety of everyone around you Amalee.” The age-roughened voice gently scolded her. Kerith was the only elder that spoke and the only one that carried out whatever decision or punishment the whole council decided on so one either learned to love or hate seeing him. While Amalee knew something had to be done about her and the magic she couldn’t seem to control she hadn’t thought they would slap those babies on her wrists though in hindsight she should have known it was going to happen.
The bracelets, while pretty, were magical shackles; as soon as she put them on they would conform to her wrists and control her magic for her to an extent. They would allow her to only use a certain amount and if she attempted to go over that point they would cut her off…painfully.
“But,” She started to protest and was abruptly interrupted.
“No, you know you need these. Your magic will draw Him to you if you are not careful and we both know you are anything but,” Kerith held up his hand to stem the protest he saw forming on her lips, “I know you cannot help it and that is why you are getting the Suppression Cuffs instead of the Withholding Circlet. You will need to be able to defend yourself and if we simply took your magic you would not be able to do that. However, after you last, ahem, accident He could even be on the way but if we control it now we can make you harder to find.”
Kerith suspected he had won when she sighed and he knew he had indeed claimed this victory when she held her arms out and looked away. He gave her a sad smile as he slipped the bracelets one then the other over her hands. The moment they settled around her wrists the stones on them flared brightly then turned a smoky blue that seemed to swirl and they no longer sparkled. She only winced once then dropped her arms, resisting the urge to rub at the cold metal.
“Really, Amalee, it is for the best.” Kerith patted her shoulder gently which she promptly shook off, turned on her heel, and left the room. He heaved a sigh and looked towards the door as she vanished through it. “We did the right thing,” Kerith spoke softly as eleven robed figures stepped from the shadows nodding their agreement.
Amalee was the most powerful sorceress that had been known since Him and she still wielded more power than the more feared man of the realm. His name was never spoken for fear that He would hear it and hunt down any who dared speak it. The two of them differed greatly where it mattered, however. Where He had worked hard from a young age to gain knowledge and power and had even stolen it from others who could practice Amalee was simply born with enough power to flatten half the realm and she came with no control switch. She was the key to His destruction so said the prophecy.
[align=center]“When she who is born with the strength greater than that of him, she will bring the dark into the light and he will meet his end. But beware her power for it is untamed and he can claim it all. He may not force it from her as only she can give or withhold and choose the Fate of All.”[/align]
They knew He could track her, He could track any magic large enough and thus her entire life had been one attempt at keeping her hidden after another, never staying in one place very long, shorter if she had an accident they couldn’t cover up. The magic she held couldn’t help but explode from her whenever her emotions were strong enough as it reacted to her feelings and thoughts.
“The darkness grows, Kerith,” a twelfth figure appeared in the room, shrouded head to foot in a blood red robe with no hint of the wearer showing beneath it. Kerith and the other elders immediately fell to their knees and bowed their heads.
“We are trying, Seer, but the girl grows more unpredictable, stronger even, each year.” Kerith spoke solemnly, never once looking up.
The Seer spoke again, many voices blending into one softly echoing voice, “You cannot stop Fate but your efforts carried out this day will not go to waste. You have done well but now it is in the girls hands as he will soon make his move.”
Just as soon as the Seer appeared they were gone and the elders slowly got to their feet. They knew what the warning meant; He was gaining more power, more abilities, biding His time until He could strike and take Amalee from them and her power from her.
“We have to move her…today.” They may not be able to stop Him but they could try to gain more time. Little did they know that in the chaos of moving her to a new location they would provide the perfect time for Him to grab Amalee in the only moment she would be unguarded and set the wheel of Fate into motion.
Hidden World - Either double, male lead, small group
Dr. Dolittle had always been Cassidia’s favorite movie growing up and maybe that’s why no one suspected. The fact that she had conversations with animals had always been written off to a little girl’s imagination; when she got older and still did it her parents informed her it was no longer cute and she had to stop. She didn’t understand why no one else could hear them but just like Dr. Dolittle she learned to hide her gift but she did not deny it and instead used it to her advantage by eventually growing up to become a vet. Then there was the other thing, something else different about her and the world that she noticed as she grew.
It started when she turned 16. She started to see through people as if they were ghosts but that wasn’t exactly the best was to explain it. Beneath the outward exterior of many people she saw creatures the likes of those that belonged in myths and fantasy stories. For example, her boss was a centaur, and honest to god centaur! His real from was visible to her though the hazy film that was the human exterior every one else saw from day to day. She never let on that she saw him for what he really was but she always wondered how he kept his horse end out of the way. People just moved around it as if they didn’t even notice it was there and people also held the door open for him longer than they would have without ever wondering why. He was just one type of beast she saw yet not every creature took the form of a human.
Her dog, Beauty, was another type of centaur but she never actually figured out what the technical name for her was. Outwardly Beauty appeared as a huge, deep black, Great Dane but what Cassidia saw was the top half of a woman attached to the body of the dog Beauty appeared to be. To Cassidia Beauty was, well, beautiful. Her skin was the same deep black color of her fur but she had large, doe like, eyes that shone with pure emotion at all times. Her human half was coated in fur up to her navel the rest of her body extremely soft skin that was covered by long, soft, black hair, with dog-ears perched at the top of her head. She was Cassidia’s best friend, and to believe she had found her at the pound! Beauty actually inspired Cassidia’s hypothesis about the creatures she saw and the forms they took.
It seemed that the higher IQ the creature had the more evolved of a form it took. Like her boss the centaur who took the disguise of a human and that Beauty acted very much liked the dog she pretended to be. So if a beast appeared human they tended to have human like IQ’s and those IQ’s usually went with the jobs they kept and if they had the IQ’s of the animals they pretended to be then, well, they were just animals.
She was always amazed that no one seemed to notice the creatures, who she had started calling Mythic’s, while they criticized her for talking to animals as if they were human and they talked to things like gryphon’s and naga’s! It was this that kept her going day to day, watching people converse with these creatures, taking care of her animals both normal and mythical. She never expected to be discovered by a sect that hunted people like her – never even thought there were others like her – but one seemingly random day her life changed forever as she was swept into an underground war no human would ever know existed.
It started when she turned 16. She started to see through people as if they were ghosts but that wasn’t exactly the best was to explain it. Beneath the outward exterior of many people she saw creatures the likes of those that belonged in myths and fantasy stories. For example, her boss was a centaur, and honest to god centaur! His real from was visible to her though the hazy film that was the human exterior every one else saw from day to day. She never let on that she saw him for what he really was but she always wondered how he kept his horse end out of the way. People just moved around it as if they didn’t even notice it was there and people also held the door open for him longer than they would have without ever wondering why. He was just one type of beast she saw yet not every creature took the form of a human.
Her dog, Beauty, was another type of centaur but she never actually figured out what the technical name for her was. Outwardly Beauty appeared as a huge, deep black, Great Dane but what Cassidia saw was the top half of a woman attached to the body of the dog Beauty appeared to be. To Cassidia Beauty was, well, beautiful. Her skin was the same deep black color of her fur but she had large, doe like, eyes that shone with pure emotion at all times. Her human half was coated in fur up to her navel the rest of her body extremely soft skin that was covered by long, soft, black hair, with dog-ears perched at the top of her head. She was Cassidia’s best friend, and to believe she had found her at the pound! Beauty actually inspired Cassidia’s hypothesis about the creatures she saw and the forms they took.
It seemed that the higher IQ the creature had the more evolved of a form it took. Like her boss the centaur who took the disguise of a human and that Beauty acted very much liked the dog she pretended to be. So if a beast appeared human they tended to have human like IQ’s and those IQ’s usually went with the jobs they kept and if they had the IQ’s of the animals they pretended to be then, well, they were just animals.
She was always amazed that no one seemed to notice the creatures, who she had started calling Mythic’s, while they criticized her for talking to animals as if they were human and they talked to things like gryphon’s and naga’s! It was this that kept her going day to day, watching people converse with these creatures, taking care of her animals both normal and mythical. She never expected to be discovered by a sect that hunted people like her – never even thought there were others like her – but one seemingly random day her life changed forever as she was swept into an underground war no human would ever know existed.
Battle The Draken - Possible double, Male lead
The barrier between the Draken Land and Eliseia is thinning allowing all sorts of nightmarish creatures to break through and terrorize the people of Eliseia. The people turn to the House of Nan, where the priests (all men) have been given the ability to dispose of these creatures, in hope that they will destroy the Draken's that have already crossed through and restore the barrier to full strength. The High priest, Kilark, assures the people that he is sending out his best to take care of each kingdom, providing each king with their own priest. There is one thing Kilark is hiding from the people and should he let this news be known land wide all hell would break loose. You see, the priests are losing their powers and are becoming less effective at ridding Eliseia of the Draken's.
There is a hidden spark of hope, however. In one of the smaller kingdoms (whose priest recently fell beneath the claws of a Draken), Illyria, these creatures are falling one after another but no one but the king knows why. What secret the king holds could get this secret weapon taken from him and could even possibly earn him a beheading at the hands of the High Priest. You see, he keeps a girl in his castle a girl that held the powers of a priest only her powers were growing stronger and not weakening like those in the House of Nan. It is believed that no woman should be allowed to have the powers of a priest mainly because only men have ever held these mysterious powers. Should it become known that a female is responsible for defeating the Draken's it would be considered blasphemy and even in the hour of need she would be disposed of.
But as word spreads throughout the other kingdoms that Illyria is flourishing and virtually Draken free the kings secret cannot remain so for long. Every day letters and messengers pour in asking how it is possible and could he please tell them how he is defeating Draken or at least send them help and now he has gotten word that the High Priest himself is coming to Illyria to unravel the mystery.
In a fit of panic the king sends the girl away only giving her one guard, his youngest son, begging him to keep the girl safe while at the same time hide her until the High Priest leaves Illyria. Of course that thrusts both girl and Prince turned guard into a land over flowing with Draken and they quickly learn that the girls powers have a draw back – if she encounters a Draken she must kill it or suffer unbearable pain. Thankfully the first person they run into is an old woman who turns out to be an Oracle, the last of her kind, who tells them only the girl can stop the Draken and return the barrier to full strength but at a great cost. What that cost is the woman cannot say but she does give them a map pointing them in the right direction to this mystery place and now they find themselves on an adventure neither was prepared for.
Will they get to this strange place in time or will Eliseia be overrun and destroyed by Draken?
There is a hidden spark of hope, however. In one of the smaller kingdoms (whose priest recently fell beneath the claws of a Draken), Illyria, these creatures are falling one after another but no one but the king knows why. What secret the king holds could get this secret weapon taken from him and could even possibly earn him a beheading at the hands of the High Priest. You see, he keeps a girl in his castle a girl that held the powers of a priest only her powers were growing stronger and not weakening like those in the House of Nan. It is believed that no woman should be allowed to have the powers of a priest mainly because only men have ever held these mysterious powers. Should it become known that a female is responsible for defeating the Draken's it would be considered blasphemy and even in the hour of need she would be disposed of.
But as word spreads throughout the other kingdoms that Illyria is flourishing and virtually Draken free the kings secret cannot remain so for long. Every day letters and messengers pour in asking how it is possible and could he please tell them how he is defeating Draken or at least send them help and now he has gotten word that the High Priest himself is coming to Illyria to unravel the mystery.
In a fit of panic the king sends the girl away only giving her one guard, his youngest son, begging him to keep the girl safe while at the same time hide her until the High Priest leaves Illyria. Of course that thrusts both girl and Prince turned guard into a land over flowing with Draken and they quickly learn that the girls powers have a draw back – if she encounters a Draken she must kill it or suffer unbearable pain. Thankfully the first person they run into is an old woman who turns out to be an Oracle, the last of her kind, who tells them only the girl can stop the Draken and return the barrier to full strength but at a great cost. What that cost is the woman cannot say but she does give them a map pointing them in the right direction to this mystery place and now they find themselves on an adventure neither was prepared for.
Will they get to this strange place in time or will Eliseia be overrun and destroyed by Draken?
Picture Prompts!
Here I will post pictures where I would love if someone would plot out and write a story inspired by it with me.
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And it has been? Maybe I copied you. XD
But sounds like a plan!