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I have been writing as a hobby for longer than you have been alive. I have been a regular member and roleplayer of no less than fourteen different online forums during that time (including the old RPG), five six eight of which no longer exist.

I was previously a regular on the Homestuck forums, but I became so sick of thread turnover there that I asked around and eventually found the Guild. Since joining, I have exclusively only participated in Advanced RPs. Before Mahz gave NRPs their own subforum, I used to be an NRP regular in the Advanced Subforum. I am a Guildfall survivor, and know/regularly write with a few others.

If you ask anybody who has written with me in previous RPs, they should tell you that I have a generally open schedule, I post regularly and in a timely fashion, and I never drop an RP once I join unless the thread dies. Some of them may tell you that I have extensive expertise within the realms of Biology, Psychology, and Physics, which I will make no effort to validate since there is no way I can provide hard proof of aforementioned alleged expertise to anybody over the internet (though I am happy to try and answer any questions you send my way).

My favorite fandom is the Myst franchise, which seemingly nobody other than me has ever heard of.

I was a Contest Moderator for the Writing Contests Subforum for just a little bit over two years. I wrote the Moderation Policy for that subforum and I ran a contest called the Twelve Labours; you can still go there and see all of them and the entries people wrote for them in the Contests Section and the Victory Archives.

I have been quadruple secret banned from the guild discord. That is not a joke.

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...Though the land 'tis poisoned, it did rebuke and promise oblivion to the son of Zeus. Foreseeing his own destruction should he not heed, Hercules did then coax the fiends from that lake and thus rendered their evil out from the land of Stymphalos.
Euripides


Those of you who have completed this task - to prophesize the inevitable requires naught but vision. To break fate and providence with naught but mortal fortitude is your power. You are hereby worthy of bearing the title...
Stymphalian Questor


Congratulations to the winning authors of the following stories:
-The Alchemist
-Black and White
-Of Monsters and Men by @Holmishire.
-Larry the Postman, which also won the Hallowed Pneuma Challenge Accolade (awarded by @Terminal).
-Shadows of a Kind by @Cruallassar, which also won the Hallowed Pneuma Challenge Accolade (awarded by @RyuHll).

Your stories have been added to The Twelve Labours Victory Archives, to which there will be a permanent link in my signature. In addition, your victory has been announced in both the News and Roleplaying Discussion Subforums!

In a first for the Twelve Labours, two different entries submitted in the same contest have won a Challenge Accolade. Somebody is going to pay dearly for this. Probably me in the Final Hazard.

The Sixth Labour


@Terminal Good point. Hmmm...I think Kuro would be one of the few humans Triala was actually afraid of. Besides the Captain. He seems like the type, and he'd probably remind her of the high lord to a certain extent. Anyways, she'd definitely be on her best behavior whenever he was around.

EDIT: Just out of curiosity, what is everyone's process for writing a post? I tend to just write non-stop, even if it doesn't make sense, before going back and editing the crap out of it.


That would explain why your character post always seems to exist in a perpetual state of 'edited 17 minutes ago.'

Mine is a bit more of a process of a deliberation. Piece together a single segment at a time carefully, make sure everything is exactly how I want it before I move on. I may occasionally backtrack in order to change or even remove entire segments to create better narrative flow.
Holding back on formulating any character opinions for the moment. Waiting for a few scenes where everyone has a chance to mingle for a second. Assay what form of scope and manner of lens Kuro might use to see the others in a more visceral fashion. You can be sure I'll be adding opinions as soon as they've had the opportunity to exchange words.

Feel free to make suggestions, however.
I will be reviewing Sapphire's Story, Black and White, Of Monsters and Men, and Larry the Postman.

The winners will be announced and reviews posted at Midnight, January 30th.
The Last Story:

@RyuHll has volunteered to assist with judging this time around, and as usual may have the first pick of stories to evaluate. Expect their announcement soon.
Here are the submissions I received. As a general reminder, I have only included forum names if given permission by the author to do so - otherwise, these stories remain anonymous. Feel free to post reviews for these stories in the general conversation thread. Try to provide some helpful critiques and suggestions, and mention anything you liked.

Winners will be declared on January 31, and any applicable Challenge Accolades will also be awarded then. All winning entries will be saved in the Twelve Labours Archive with a permanent link in my signature, as well as mentioned in a report in the News section and General Discussion subforums. Once again, thanks to @mdk and the rest of the RPGC crew for helping to schedule The Twelve Labours. Another special thanks to @mahz for cranking out the awesome trophy and titles system.

Once the results come around, ff you did not win but feel you should have? Make an appeal to the judge who reviewed your entry. Keep it classy, and exercise some courtesy while making your case, and they might just reevaluate your entry. Please keep in mind, you only get the one appeal. Sometimes you just have to let it go.

If you submitted an entry before the deadline, and did not break any of the rules or conditions of the contest, then there is no reason it should not be here - so if it is not, shout at me until I add it in.

The Stories:

...and we have broken the character limit yet again. The final submission shall be subsequently posted.
The Captain was not the only one lamenting the company's disarray as they marched along the Southern Zerrakan road.

Nearly twenty meters distant from the road, a lone man trailed through the forest. The sparse underbrush and fallen leaves of the light forest greeted his tread with only fell silence, as though the twigs and rotten plant matter were made of unyielding stone beneath the man's feet. The only hint of his passage was the faint whorl of leaves as his passing body stirred the air about the ground. Few individuals, even amongst the mettlesome number of the Company of Wolves, would normally stray so far. Attacks by marauding bandits and clots of monsters earlier in the march had all come from the sides of the road, out from the woods or from the concealment of cliff-side passages. To stray too far was to risk being the first victim.

The man had a tall and lean build, though the layers of clothing he wore underneath his darkened overcoat lent him a deceitfully broad appearance. His face was slightly gaunt and drawn with rounded edges, his complexion that of sullied wheat. His head was shaved wholly, his dark and balanced eyebrows being the only break in color upon his face other than his eyes - a dull and empty shade of orange, slightly protruded and with lods of a peculiarly soft definition. The man's expression was flat and apathetic, the visage of one who was bored with the entire universe and everything in it.

He was known amongst the Company as No-Quarter Kuro, and were he asked why he kept such a distance apart from them he would have answered, truthfully,

"So that once the enemy fires their first volley at you, I will not be amongst your number."
Kuro

Those who only knew of him by reputation took that sort of answer as a sign of cowardice, the words of a turncoat. Those few who had fought alongside him knew that it was simply a normal expression of the man's pragmatic nature - and had been the ones to give him his newest appellation.

"One time, a sellsword tried to surrender to us, yeah? The sorry bastard was scared shitless though and was waving his sword around, so Kuro shoots him dead with one of his fiddly little gadget crossbows. This other time, a warlock came up to us while we were killing time in a tavern, and starts to say we have three seconds to throw down our arms - ha! Kuro shot him right in the mouth before he even gets the fifth word out. Then a few weeks later, an elf gets the drop on me while I'm takin' a piss. Kuro wanders over and I guess the elf thought I had a knife, 'cus he points his bow at Kuro and tries to start a standoff sort of deal and, yeah. The man has got to have ice in his veins. He just pulled out a crossbow and shot the elf like he was buying cabbages at the market. Didn't care that he was in their sight - the fin-eared git looked like he couldn't believe it.

It's actually kind of a double edged sword though. He keeps killing bounties we need alive if they so much as say boo at him. If he could only be a little less fuckin' cutthroat all the time he'd be a treat."
Nailtooth

Kuro was not one to leave anything to chance. He trusted his eyes and ears to warn him in advance if a brigand or fiend approached him from deeper within the forest. He did not trust the same senses to warn him of a band of archers in the treeline a distance away, about to fire a volley of arrows at his marching column. His way, he could at least warn the company in advance.

Spotting a break in the treeline up ahead, Kuro hurried forward and emerged from the underbrush. He took a moment to examine the hills and riverbank before heading any further out and indulging an examination of Orvston. It had been several years since Kuro had seen the city, but even then it had been well defended with heavy siege engines mounted along the outer walls. If there was anything Kuro had cause to be leery of, it was those - from what he knew of the different forms and variations of siege engines, their ranges and capabilities could vary drastically. Without being able to examine them up close, there was no real way to determine what their effective range was.

He cast an idle glance at a nearby boulder, resting in a groove of gouged-out earth and soil that stretched out towards the city by more than ten meters. The lack of any mosses and the shattered chunks of jagged rock littering the area around it told of its foreign nature. Almost no way.

He let out a silent noncommittal huff and started heading back towards the road, where the remainder of the company had begun erecting tents and establishing the perimeter of their encampment. If it had been up to him, he would have had everyone set up camp back around the side of the hill, just out of sight from the city walls - and their catapults. He presumed the Captain was going out of his way to make sure the Orvston militia didn't become too cross with the company's presence - being out of range of their siege engines might have been safer in the tactical sense, but it certainly would not have made the guard any more inclined to open the gates, or to take the Captain and his Imperial watchdog for their word. Striding past an insufferably foul corpse that still hadn't even been picked halfway clean by the vultures yet, Kuro still decided it would be best if he cast his own bedding away from the encampment. Although the battlefield had doubtlessly already been scoured for valuables by thieves and grave-robbers, the temptation to do the same would be strong for many amongst the company - especially those stuck with patrol duty amongst the field of charnel. The watch would not be sound for as long as the company remained camped in the plains of such a recent battle.

Upon reaching the encampment, it did not take Kuro long to find his squad's tent. It had already been set up and Nailtooth was lounging on a bedroll, massaging his doubtlessly stiff legs. A particularly mousey boy by the name of Iikka was also present, securing the squad's lockbox inside the jaws of a bear trap (a lax precuation, given the kinds of people who gravitated to the company). The other two members of the squad were absent - presumably off haggling with the quartermasters or other soldiers by now.

"There you are. The courier girl came by just a second ago - had a slip for you from the Captain." He flashed a gap-filled smile at Kuro as he swiped the aforementioned slip of parchment from the ground and waved it in the air gently. "Feeling nervous?"

"If there was a problem he would have sent his enforcers instead." Kuro said simply, lightly pinching the slip from Nailtooth's grip without so much as glancing at the man in favor of looking about the tent to ensure that his stored bedroll's clasp was still secure, and therefore probably untampered with.

"You're not even a little curious?" Iikka asked as he carefully poised the lockbox atop the bear trap's tension trigger.

"Merely unconcerned. The Captain has little reason to be aware of me even peripherally. Doubtlessly our platoon officer has just requested my presence for some modest purpose. Probably for my advice on the possible range of those engines, if it has been confirmed that they are dwarven designs."

"Eh, about that." Nailtooth said, scratching at his chin with a faint squint. "He, uh, might be a bit more aware of you than you think. I told plat about that small hiccup during the Waxwane job with the baron you stabbed in the arm, so..."

Kuro did not react, opting to finally look at the message. He suppressed the urge to raise an eyebrow - he never let his mask slip - and placed the message down on the small keg of ale Nailtooth insisted on hauling everywhere. "Whatever the matter, it cannot wait. I will be back for my bedroll later." He ducked out of the tent and immediately began making his way through the rapidly erecting encampment, heading for the raised banners of the company the Captain's aides had set to demark his personal tent.
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