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Post by Jest on Jul 5, 2006 3:08:05 GMT -5
This one will be much more leniant, the rules are:
- no more than 5 sentances per post. Though as few sentances as you'd like.
- Try to keep the story going, don't randomly kill off charecters or anything unless it's called for.
- story should can end, it doesn't have to go on forever. But atleast let it tell a story, I hope you know the key elements of a story. I don't really..but I know there Conflict, Climax and resolve! or something...yea...lets get some of those in there. XD
I'll start! It had been three days since Svetengal had seen a woman. so when he saw the naked nymph run past him on the road and into the forest, his instant reaction was to chase after it. "Wait Nymph! Doth not legend tell of your very *friendly* persontyness?!" Svetengal heard thundering footsteps behind him suddenly. |
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Post by woebetide mourn on Jul 5, 2006 4:06:05 GMT -5
He attempted a glance behind his shoulder, continuing to chase the beautiful nymph mindlessly. For that was the way of running men and nymphs. But at once he saw it, looming in the distance of the gray expanse of a planet he liked to call 'home' was a giant child, of six years old. She was hideous, yet innocent none the less, and she was staring down upon his actions quite curiously. He at once stopped his chase, and the beautifully nude nymph became lost in the darkness of the forest.
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Post by Jest on Jul 5, 2006 5:05:08 GMT -5
Svetengal didn't relize Giants strayed far from the mountains, he wondered if this child was lost. He stopped wondering though, his attention instead turned to the fact that the hideuos child had streatched out her had and picked him right off the ground.
Svetengal attempted to communicate with the beast "Excuse me...is this really nesscisary, I mean...really."
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Post by Zeke on Jul 5, 2006 9:57:08 GMT -5
The giant tilted its head to one side, unsure of what Svetengal was saying. With the other hand it poking him, very hard it was, and he fell to the ground.
"Well that wasn't very nice...bully."
Stated Svetengal, rubbing hi shead where it had hit the ground.
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Post by Avelon on Jul 6, 2006 9:32:16 GMT -5
From oceans deep rose the dread Lord, Cthulhu. Revered as a God, Lord Cthulhu's only thought was the undoing of that which mortals hold so dear. Obsidian orbs shone with a lust for destruction; an insatiable craving for death, as the giant
Avelon crumples up the piece of paper he was writing on and throws it away.
Svetengal stood, for a short time, contemplating his situation. Few men ever lived to speak of an encounter with giants, and he did not know if the stories claiming that all giants were carnivores were true. This child did not seem hungry, at least; perhaps it was driven merely by curi-"AHH!" His thoughts were interrupted by an oustretched fingertip as large as his head slamming into his chest, knocking him to the ground. "That's it," Svetengal grated through his teeth, paging through his memory for a suitable spell.
The elements of a story are: Setting, Character Development, and Plot. Plot elements are Commencement, Conflict, Climax, and Conclusion. Each of these must be found in a complete story arc. Early character development is often just part of the plot. Svetengal, for instance, knows at least a few spells. Perhaps he's a skilled (or unskilled) mage.
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Post by woebetide mourn on Jul 6, 2006 16:06:45 GMT -5
Svetengal thought of a spell that seemed rather suitable for his purpose. He began to concentrate all of his being upon this one thing, the thought of it alone put knots into his stomach. After moments of cencentration he let out a whisper, "Geniculatus." and suddenly the Giant's fingers were knotted together, and she began to stumble around jerking and yanking her fingers apart, yelping in pain each time she attempted so.
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Post by Jest on Oct 6, 2006 5:55:49 GMT -5
"Right, well that should suffice me enough time to run" Svetengal began to run, no real though to direction. The ground shook suddenly breaking apart infront of him. As if the earth itself was cracking. He looked back to see the young giant fuiriously pounding his fist and feet. A loud scream shot violently from the giants mouth, blowing Svetengal over. "Allright, allright. Crybaby." "Sutalicineg" he muttered under his breath, concentrating on his spell backwards. He imagined the fingers untangling, and when he opened his eyes it was so. "How about this..." He didn't know alot of spells, but if there was anything he could do it was entertain...
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Post by Jest on Apr 8, 2007 22:38:50 GMT -5
Svetengal shot a stream of green sparks from his fist, it flew high above the clouds and erupted into a beatiful array of lights and beams. The baby didn't actualy seem to care much, but atleast it caught it's attention enough for Svetengal to run away.
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dubey
Worthy to be consumed by Monkeys.
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Đūbēy, the one and only ;) [H:0]
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Post by dubey on Apr 9, 2007 5:51:00 GMT -5
After running until his legs could run no more, Svetengal stopped by a stream. Leaning against a tree, he peered at what seemed to be a dryad carved out of stone; except it was moving, living, breathing. There must be powerful magic involved here. He accidently knocked a stone. The dryad turned and stared at him.
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monkey
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You're in pretty good shape for the shape you are in.
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Post by monkey on Nov 13, 2007 6:16:07 GMT -5
Svetengal saw that the look in the Dryard's eye wasn't the kind of look a father would give a son, after the son had done a good job, patching the leaky roof, no this was more a look that an angry Dryard would give a guy named Svetengal, which goes without saying... it wasn't a good kind of look
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Post by Jest on Nov 13, 2007 6:21:03 GMT -5
"What the hell is wrong with this forest, and What do you want you mineral wench ore?!" Svetengal was much to pissed off that he didn't get some sweet loving from that Nymph to notice his grievous error.
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