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First writing contest after my hiatus went well. Now to start planning the next. Keep an eye on the sidebar!
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*blinks* how long did I sleep?
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Away from home until the end of July.
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Away from home between October 26th and November 10th. Contests will return when I'm back home!
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Don't forget to vote in the writing contest! The link is in the sidebar <3
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Hello everyone. I'm Dutch, a mother of a 12-year old boy and I love both rp-ing and writing.
I've been writing and roleplaying in Dutch and English since 2002. I joined the RolePlayer Guild in 2014 and since May 2020 I'm one of the contests mods.
There are times I don't have much creative energy and will be silent for a while, but in the very least I will try to keep the writing contests going.
If I haven't replied in a while, feel free to poke me. Genuinly, I sometimes need reminders that you are waiting for a reply. I don't ghost on purpose, I promise. Time is just a weird thing sometimes, and if something happened 3 days ago, 3 weeks ago or 3 months ago can feel pretty much the same and I often don't realize how much time passed since my last reply. And if I read your reply and accidentally closed the tab there is a good chance I might forget I was supposed to reply because I lost the visual reminder T_T
Penalopy let go of Gavin and floated to Charcoal. "You have wings~" she chimed, examining them and then pulling on them to examine them more closely. "How cool is that? Will you grow a second set when you evolve? That would be amazing!" James quickly walked to them. "Excuse me," he said to Charcoal with a nod of his head. "Miss Penalopy, you really shouldn't touch a Pokémon wings like that."
Mindy watched the others for a moment before continuing to the Pokémon Center. Her Dragonite followed her on foot.
Michael looked at Sparky and then at the Pokéball. "Missy is resting," he said as he reluctantly took it. "Do you really need her?" "She might be safer in her Pokéball," Saruya added as she joined them. She looked at Michael and then at Niccia. "Two Mightyena attacked us, they are looking for descendants of Legendary Pokémon." Michael blinked when he heard that and he held the Pokéball in his hand, now he was even more reluctant to let her out.
"Of course she does," Andy said, putting a hand on her head. "We've been together for years." He grinned as he listened to the second question. "It has its upsides and downsides. The upside is that I learn about Pokémon every day and I get to travel around in the name of research. The downside is I'm supposed to write all my findings down in boring reports and papers, and working for someone means I have someone breathing down my neck like a Charizard when I take too long writing the damned things."
“There is no way we can enter the castle with that bloody mermaid guarding the entrance.” Trevor slammed his mug on the table, some ale splashed out and would undoubtedly add some stains to the already stained wooden table. “Getting that audience with the sorceress will be impossible.”
“If we want to rid you of that curse we must. And if I can convince her to part with one of her rings…”
“I know, it will be a great wedding ring for lady Catheryn, one that will impress her father.” Trevor rubbed the green mark on his hand, that damned Blood Viper and its poison. They had to get to that sorceress. “What do you suggest?”
Mikhal gazed into his mug. “There is a story in which sailors put wax in their ears so they wouldn’t hear the mermaid’s song, but that would leave us unable to talk to the door. Maybe the Pendant of Moiros could work.”
“What is that?”
Mikhal looked up. “Long ago a warrior named Moiros set out to travel to a city ruled by a seductress, to avenge his brother who had fallen victim to her. His father, a skilled alchemist, created a pendant that would protect his heart. It is said the wearer of this pendant will not be seduced by any form of magic. That should include the song of the mermaids.”
“Should.”
An apologetic look appeared. “I have not tested it for myself nor have I heard a story where the pendant was used against mermaids, but the few stories I do know all say the wearer was protected against magical seduction. And mermaids have magic in their voice. Even the Stone Man was unable to resist them.”
“Yes, I know the story,” Trevor interrupted him. “The Pendant of Moiros then. Do you know where it is?”
Mikhal shook his head.
“Great,” Trevor grumbled and he drank from his ale.
“You found a magical artefact before,” Mikhal reminded him. “You found the lost Dagger of G’Narv. I’m certain we can find it.” “It took me two years to locate that damned thing! I don’t have that long! Six months before I start to weaken and after another six months of agony, death will probably feel like it hadn’t come soon enough.”
They had helped the sorceress Meria bring a young sea dragon back to the sea, but when they had brought it close to a sanctuary for the water dragons, one of the Blood Vipers - a kind of magical sea snake - had sensed Trevor’s hostility towards dragons and had attacked. Meria had told them about a spirit sorceress who could cure the curse, but now they were unable to get into her castle.
“This time I am at your disposal,” Mikhal said, “and with that comes both knowledge of myths and legends, and connections. I have a friend, a nobleman, who in turn is well connected, has an interest in magical artefacts, and spends a lot of time in the library of Arnheim. We will find the location of the Pendant and also investigate other ways to get past the mermaid.”
Trevor nodded once and with that the deal was made. The first thing Mikhal did was send a message to his friend in Arnheim requesting information about the whereabouts of the Pendant. Then they went onto the city once more, talking to local healers and scholars to learn more about mermaids and any protection against their song. They had methods to not hear the mermaid, but since the mermaid would continue to sing as long as the door remained locked, it wouldn’t help. No-one had heard of any other way to silence the mermaid except for killing her.
“I doubt the sorceress will want to listen to us if we kill her,” Mikhal sighed.
“I’m sure people have tried that too,” Trevor added. “A sorceress would not leave one of her main defences unprotected.” He glanced to Mikhal. “What now?”
“I have one more thing I want to try.” Mikhal caught Trevor’s questioning glance. “Rumours. I will talk with the people and see what we can learn from them. You can get supplies for the journey and we meet back at the inn.”
They parted ways and after Trevor had gotten the supplies he went to the inn and ordered an ale. It wasn’t long before Mikhal joined Trevor at his table.
“And?”
“Unfortunately nothing much. The mermaid was brought here by the sorceress, but the stories about how the mermaid ended up with her vary. Either the sorceress defeated her and this is her punishment…”
“You expect me to believe the mermaid won’t allow anyone near the sorceress if she is being held captive?”
“An addition to that legend is that the mermaid is under a spell to do the sorceress’s bidding.”
Trevor huffed.
“Another local legend is that the sorceress saved the mermaid and that she came here as a way to show her gratitude.”
“She would agree to live eternally in a moat just to say: ‘thanks for saving me’?”
“One person suggested there could be love involved.”
Trevor rolled his eyes. “That’s not helpful.”
“Unfortunately not. If there was a single legend we could work with it. If it’s her punishment we could reason with her, if she’s under a spell we could try to break it.”
“If it’s out of gratitude or love we’re screwed.”
Mikhal nodded. “We’ll travel to Arnheim tomorrow. It’s the best place to learn about ways to deal with mermaids and get more information about the Pendant.”
The next day they left as soon as the sun was up. It took them three days to travel to Arnheim and once they were there they went to the house of lord Artmer. A servant opened the door for them and when he recognised Mikhal he allowed them to enter, promising to get the young master for them. They were brought to a guest room, decorated in a way to show of wealth for the visitors.
It didn’t take Lemitsa long to join them in the guest room and after greeting Mikhal he was introduced to Trevor.
“I did not find any ways one can get past mermaids while hearing everything and not killing them, but I know where the Pendant of Moiros is,” Lemitsa said.
“That was quick.”
“It will not be an easy task to obtain it. It is in the possession of lady Trialcia.”
“I would have rather heard it was guarded by a horde of dragons,” Mikhal muttered.
“And where is this lady Trialcia now?” Trevor asked.
Lemitsa explained she was travelling, she would visit her father’s farms and then head to the port to cross the sea. If they wanted the pendant they had to reach her before she boarded the ship. But then Lemitsa brought up the payment, he doubted there was anything two commoners could offer that could make her part with her trinket.
Trevor crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I will slit her throat and take it if I have to.”
“Now that is an interesting idea,” Lemitsa said, a sly smile appearing on his face. “I will give you her travel plan.”
“We’re not going to kill her!” Mikhal interjected.
Lemitsa turned to face Trevor directly. “Maybe you should travel alone.”
“You courted her,” Mikhal reminded him.
“There is a reason I am no longer with her.” Lemitsa stated coldly. “I will provide you with the information you need, her travel plan, her entourage, do with the information as you see fit. Trade with her, steal it from her, kill her. Do whatever you please, but you will not tell anyone I assisted in any way.”
“Deal,” Trevor said, holding out his hand. They shook on it and Lemitsa promised to have everything within the next hour. For the time being they were guests at his home and could clean up, eat, rest.
Once Lemitsa provided the details they needed, Trevor and Mikhal set out to find lady Trialcia, get the Pendant, and then go to the sorceress for the cure for Trevor and a ring for Mikhal.
They travelled on horseback, determined to get the pendant. Nobility took their time travelling, Trevor was certain they would catch up with her. How they would get the pendant was undecided, but they would. If Mikhal would not be able to sweettalk her into giving it up, he would use force.
The travel itself was without troubles, they made good time and even were aided in their search by a thief, who had heard the lady would make a stop at a village and offered to show them the way.
When they found the village they made camp at a crossing, the thief who had brought them this far told them he couldn’t go into the village as he was wanted for theft, which came as no surprise.
The next day Mikhal and Trevor went into the village and managed to talk with lady Trialcia. Not only did she decline to part with the pendant, she managed to turn the villagers against them and then left. Trevor was about to draw his blade when their thief friend appeared on a roof.
"Did you miss me?" he cheerfully asked.
"It's the thief!" exclaimed one.
"What is that idiot doing now?" Trevor hissed.
"Helping us," replied Mikhal, who took Trevor by the arm and walked away from the crowd who were about to turn against them, but now had their attention on their companion. “Quick, Trialcia has left.”
They didn’t see if the thief had managed to escape, but they would check up on him later. The route they took was suitable for horses, but not for carriages. The shortcut allowed them to get ahead of the carriage and they waited for the lady to stop.
“You are in my way,” Trialcia said as she leaned out of the window.
“We need that pendant,” Trevor replied, his hand hovering close to his sword.
“Is this a robbery?”
“Of course not,” Mikhal quickly said. “You had not given us the opportunity, but we want to offer a trade.”
With a dismissive huff Trialcia wanted to retreat into the carriage.
“Please hear us out, my lady.”
“What can two commoners offer me?” she asked with disdain.
“You better not offer her my dagger,” Trevor whispered to him.
Mikhal nodded once while keeping his eyes on Trialcia. “Did you ever hear of the Tear of Nymphodia?”
“No…”
Mikhal began telling a grand tale about a queen whose baby daughter died after just three weeks. The tear that fell on the girl solidified, turned into pure gold, and brought her back to life. “It is said,” he concluded, showing a necklace with a translucent yellow oval on it, it brings good health and prosperity. I happen to know you are on your way to Rotswell. There is an infectious disease there, but this will protect you. A trade. My gold necklace for your silver one.”
“I can take it,” Trialcia mentioned, her lips curled into a sly smile.
“You can, but you will notice it will turn bloodred and have the opposite effect.” Lady Trialcia thought about what she had heard and turned to her advisor. After a short conversation she looked at Mikhal. “Very well, bard. We will trade.” She gave the Pendant of Moiros to the advisor, who brought it to Mikhal. Mikhal gave him the necklace and took the pendant from him.
“May Donyar guide you on your journey, lady Trialcia,” Mikhal said with a bow.
Trialcia didn’t reply and gave an order to continue their journey.
When the carriage was out of sight, Trevor turned to Mikhal. “The Tear of Nymphodia?”
“I made that up. I got it from a dwarf, he said it was called amber, from that country where the people have feathers.”
“If she’ll find out…”
“Worries for later. Let’s go visit that sorceress now.”
Benjamin listened to Dia, it was nice hearing about her life. And a special life too, with alchemists and kings. Two guards approached them and he stopped, watching them. "The psychiatrist has time for you now," one of them said. "Oh, I-" he Benjamin began. "You don't have anything better to do," the guard reminded him. "Unless you have invisible friends to hang out with." Benjamin straightened his back, if he would admit that the guard would tell the psychiatrist. "Fine, I'll go," he grumbled and walked with the guards.
When he reached the office he saw guards bringing Ray too, but before he could say anything the door opened and he got pushed inside. "Welcome Benjamin," Vivian said. "Take a seat." Reluctantly Benjamin took a seat and waited for whatever lecture was there to come.
Marc examined Sara's clothes. "They look fine to me. A girl doesn't need to dress up to hang out with me." He walked to the door, waiting there for Sara before stepping out. His car was parked not too far away from the entrance. "Are we going for a drink first?" he asked.
@Frizan For this contest, do we have to end the story with obtaining the treasure, or is it sufficient to set the goal to obtain it and start the journey?
The idea I have will be bigger than 2000 words, so I will either need to take some shortcuts through exposition or not end with a treasure in their possession.
Sure! when he is out killing some vamps or putting a silver bullet in a werewolf's brain. Or when he listens to Enya (of course he'll be in a double bad mood if someone disturbs him)
When writing this post I couldn't stop thinking about Men In Black 1, where K scolded J that the only reason people could live their happy lives was that they did not know about the alien threat.
And Morisson is annoyed with those angel boys now, creating all that extra work. He's not in a good mood.
Benjamin nodded when Steph mentioned the poltergeist and the gems. But she had mentioned her body twice now and not in a positive way. "Have you tried flying?" he asked her. "Your body may have changed, but if you explore it you may discover you can do all sorts of cool things now. You didn't die when you got shot, that is amazing! Although unless you know why you didn't die I wouldn't recommend trying that again."
Morisson made a derogatory sound. If those men really were Angels they had just created a whole lot of extra work for their organisation. "Didn't we make an agreement with the Angels that they would lay low so people wouldn't get scared? The masses can't handle the knowledge of the paranormal being real." He sighed as he quickly went over the options they had. "We may need to launch a cover-up story about the Angels being a cult or a gang that police managed to disband after we're done."
When the helicopter landed the agents entered it, carefully bringing the female agent in and securing her to the floor in her cocoon. "We're in the helicopter," the leader reported. "On our way back." The helicopted lifted into the sky and flew the team back to the base.
"I think most consider their life normal and not interesting to talk about," Benjamin said. "In the end I just want to get to know you, but you don't have to share anything you're uncomfortable sharing." He looked at the drawing in his hands, it was for Dia, but he couldn't get it to Ray just yet. He took a turn and started heading to his room. He would put it there until he had the opportunity to get it in Ray's room.
Marc stepped into the hall and joined Sara at the reception desk. He nodded to Sophie and flashed a smile, but he soon turned to Sara. "I'm sorry if I made you wait," he said. "Ready to go?"
After Marc had left, Vivian went to the security office and turned to four orderlies. "I need two of you to fetch Benjamin for me, tell him I had an opening in my schedule and want to talk about his progress now. I know he has nothing else to do right now, no scheduled appointments. The other two have to get Ray, let her wait outside my office while I talk to Benjamin."
As the guards left, Vivian returned to her own office with a pleased smile. She would get some results today, she knew it.
The necklace of Mabel pulsated with the purple light and a faint beeping sound emitted from it. As she got closer to Mindy both the pulsating and beeping got faster. When Mabel spotted Mindy she flew straight towards her and when she was close enough the pendant died out. She landed in front of them, gently lowering the two Pokémon.
"We're done shopping," Mindy told her Pokémon. "And we picked up some friends, but they will stay hidden as long as we are in public."
"Guarding them is not easy sometimes," James agreed, which reminded him of something and he walked closer to Fez. "Doesn't Dausiin have a Guardian?" he whispered. "Miss Penalopy prefers to hang out close to humans, it's been a while since we mingled with the other legendary Pokémon."
Saruya followed Harry and kept her eyes on the Butterfree. "Benny! Did anything happen?" "They won the gym battle." "Nothing else?" Benny flew alongside Saruya now, flying back to where Michael and Niccia were. "No. Did something happen?" "We'll explain." Benny nodded and stayed with her, flying as fast as he could to keep up with the Arcanine.
Michael watched the strange Arcanine approach and his jaw dropped when he heard Sparky exclaim his name. "Is that Harry?" He noticed Saruya too, with Benny flying alongside her. Both Arcanine seemed to be in a hurry, but their body language didn't show any sign of happiness to see them. "Something is wrong..." he muttered.
"Two water with a straw then," Andy said, the waiter faithfully registering the order on his device. "That's it." "Okay, coming right up," the waiter said as he finalised the order and walked away.
Andy turned to Frosiien and Varina. "Yes about that whole guardian-thing. Varina, I don't know what your tasks used to be, but hanging out with me will probably mean you will have a lot less to do. Although I may need some occasional protection from professor Maple's wrath...""Wrath he probably deserves," Kim added. "Professor Maple is really not a bad person, but their personalities conflict sometimes. She takes everything serious and Andy, well, doesn't..." She didn't want Varina to get a bad impression of the professor even before meeting her.
Hello everyone. I'm Dutch, a mother of a 12-year old boy and I love both rp-ing and writing.
I've been writing and roleplaying in Dutch and English since 2002. I joined the RolePlayer Guild in 2014 and since May 2020 I'm one of the contests mods.
There are times I don't have much creative energy and will be silent for a while, but in the very least I will try to keep the writing contests going.
If I haven't replied in a while, feel free to poke me. Genuinly, I sometimes need reminders that you are waiting for a reply. I don't ghost on purpose, I promise. Time is just a weird thing sometimes, and if something happened 3 days ago, 3 weeks ago or 3 months ago can feel pretty much the same and I often don't realize how much time passed since my last reply. And if I read your reply and accidentally closed the tab there is a good chance I might forget I was supposed to reply because I lost the visual reminder T_T
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Hello everyone. I'm Dutch, a mother of a 12-year old boy and I love both rp-ing and writing. <br><br>I've been writing and roleplaying in Dutch and English since 2002. I joined the RolePlayer Guild in 2014 and since May 2020 I'm one of the contests mods.<br><br>There are times I don't have much creative energy and will be silent for a while, but in the very least I will try to keep the writing contests going.<br><br>If I haven't replied in a while, feel free to poke me. Genuinly, I sometimes need reminders that you are waiting for a reply. I don't ghost on purpose, I promise. Time is just a weird thing sometimes, and if something happened 3 days ago, 3 weeks ago or 3 months ago can feel pretty much the same and I often don't realize how much time passed since my last reply. And if I read your reply and accidentally closed the tab there is a good chance I might forget I was supposed to reply because I lost the visual reminder T_T</div>