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due to your thinking bout me taking your hill while in a dream state, I took your hill.
King of the hill simple really but fun
- #151
- 28 November 2010 - 02:13 PM
"waking up"
Sure you did.
That explainse the army of nightmares.
Sure you did.
That explainse the army of nightmares.
- #153
- 28 November 2010 - 02:19 PM
I don't need people to say I'm not asleap to wake up.
Thats retarded.
If I am asleap, I'm a very boring dreamer for all the freaky ass shit I put in this world.
Thats retarded.
If I am asleap, I'm a very boring dreamer for all the freaky ass shit I put in this world.
- #155
- 28 November 2010 - 02:24 PM
sure you did.
- #157
- 28 November 2010 - 02:29 PM
we won't start untill LOD and Lark are back.
- #159
- 28 November 2010 - 02:32 PM
- ILB
- secretly a man
Member
A fair scene stretches out, covering every part of the vast vision you find in front of you. Golden rays of the rising sun illuminate the wondrous meadow that is a battlefield between the green of grass, the blue of blooming harebells and forget-me-nots, and the white of daisies, except it is not a battlefield at all for the very beauty of Gaia herself that has been cast upon these fields...
And the trees that line the clearing are bold birches and olden oaks, stretched and pulled from the ground into powerful magnificence, and they all hold nests for the birds that fly on the firmament of the skies; blackbirds and cuckoos, sparrows and even swallows.
Deer grace the outer reaches of the scene by their presence, grazing in the lush growth that fill the sight no matter where you look. Truly, the marvels of this place could surely earn it the title of The promised land, of Paradise, of Eden...
Beauty of beauties, marvel of marvels, pearl of pearls; all of these only partially describe the wonders of the waving vegetation that frame the creek and pond, or the flattering fauna that only serve to emphasise the serenity of the scene.
Despite all the power and attractiveness of it, there are no humans there; only the mighty yet soothing calm of Mother Nature... Or is it?
Take a look at that patch of grass there. To all appearances, it is nothing but that; perhaps it is an anthill that has become overgrown? A circle of flowers adorn its top, flowers that have been... braided?
And then, it becomes clear. The small anthill is breathing, moving up and down with the peaceful intakes of air. As you watch, you can see hair... Chestnut brown hair, its curls reaching down to the shoulders. You see eyes, brown eyes that survey the field, happiness beyond happiness emanating from them as they look upon its beauty.
You find hands, two hands cobbled together by the fingers and lying in the creature's lap, squirming slightly as though they want to touch upon every single one of the sights. You see two tiny feet, with pink toes that feel the grass caress them. You see that the circle of flowers that lie there on the anthill's summit are a crown, braided by talented yet childish digits and put down on the head with a slight slant to the right.
The young girl rises. What had appeared to be a coat of grass, now proves to be a green cape; or perhaps a robe, for it is in one piece, yet has no arms. The long cloth is draped across her like a tablecloth or a bed sheet, and her limbs protrude from it, her arms now shaped in a gesture of receiving.
Her child-like voice rings across the fields with laughter, a youthful and trilling laughter that does not scare the animals away, but brings peace to their hearts and minds. They graze on, undeterred, while the girl frolics happily by the stream of water, playing with butterflies and hugging the hares, giggling as though these wonders were new to her yet old friends...
This is the true marvel of the meadows and woods and ponds you see. This child is old as millennia, yet still not ten years of age. She has been part of the world since its creation, bringing spring and summer into it, and retreating to this save haven every time autumn and winter came to pass.
Hers is the melting snow of March, the tentative growth of April, the blooming fields of May, the joyful days of June, the Sun's reign in July and the artful flora of August, and hers is the glee that falls on everybody when the white blanket of winter smelts and reveals the new life that is growing up from old...
Hers is the laughter of children rolling in a field of flowers, and the swallows that soar beneath the clear blue skies, and Sol's beams that shine down on every soul, telling them that the reign of King Winter, the Wintersmith, the Cold Miser, is long gone, and that the rule now belongs to Xochitl, for that was her name.
Xochitl! The name was made by the Nahuatl, a tribe in touch with Nature herself, with Mother Earth, with Gaia; and Gaia's child received it. It means “flower”, and like earth brings forth flowers, so did Mother Earth give birth to Xochitl.
And the child's rivalry with her brother, the King of Winter and Father of Fall – it is but the cycling of a year, and she is well aware of that. No day goes by without her knowing that her reign is temporary; yet she also knows that she will regain it again and bring joy to the world, and thus she does not fear her sibling's come as much as she would fear his disappearance.
For she knows that the beauty of Spring lies in its singular come, and the heat of Summer would not be as liberating if Autumn was not there to balance it out. She values her brother as highly as she does her mother, as should be.
This was her haven, where she left to when the Wintersmith turned the foliage of her trees brown and brittle, and she had done her work until the next year would come to pass. Now, however, it was time for her to return from her kingdom, and rule the world once more. Her place, where she had been calmly rooted since her exile six months ago, now yielded a flower of impressive size and beauty, and a wafting smell that soothed every soul in the kingdom, for their queen was about to leave for six months of duty...
Xochitl rises from her bed of flowers, her namesakes, where she had lain for hours, watching the blue sky that was dotted with the odd, fluffy cloud, and in which shone a Sun that was more magnificent than any ever seen by humans. The slight, caressing wind made her curly hair wave lazily as she stepped forward – but her foot did not land on the grass and moss, but in the air just above the lowest straws.
Her face breaks out into a smile, before her next foot follows the first one, and soon she is hopping gleefully up an invisible staircase that will bring her out of this world and into ours, and yet by some means they are the same world. She falls out of view high above, with her robe billowing in her wake...
… and she arrives high above the Earth, floating through the air with the grace of a sparrow and ease of an eagle. Slowly, she dives towards its surface, surveying every part of it with her brown eyes, and reaching out towards it with her small hands. Everywhere she flies, the snow melts and the temperature rises, the first flowers break through the blanket that has covered them, and the animals wake from their slumber into a new life that has been crafted by the ruler of this time of year, by Xochitl.
But as she glides above a particular expanse of land, she notices a discrepancy. It is strange... For this one mound had not reacted as it should. She thinks nothing of it at first, opting instead to fly across the world and spread spring before returning to fix this problem.
And when all of Earth was covered in the greenery and sunshine that foretold the coming of better, warmer times, she returns to the same stretch in which she had not been able to let the new life grow. But the area was minimal, and she had done such a good job that she wanted to walk there. Thus, she skipped across the fields, lush greenery growing stronger in her wake, her robe waving behind her like the tail of a fish.
Even the waters got to sense her toes, for she could walk anywhere, and if she wanted to feel the tingle of the drops on the soles of her feet, she could, and if she wished to have the wind blow through them there was nothing that stopped her. Fish jumped to play with her, and she gladly received them; the ice that had imprisoned them for one fourth of a year had broken and their freedom was celebrated with merry vaults across the seas.
Oh! how glad the girl was for the birth that once again had occurred, how merry her mind became at the mere thought of the life she had brought, how happy was she while she hopped in the brave new world! Jubilant was the Earth under her rule, joyful was Xochitl as she ruled it.
Yet, what would this celebration be if not for the union she had with the smith of Winter and bringer of Fall? Nothing, and she knew that, and her subjects and kingdom knew that, and the sleep they had been through was as necessary as the waking hours they had now. Thankful to her brother, she bounced across Tellus, bringing it her gifts...
The patch of land that had not been affected, however, was another story entirely. Slowly she approached it, humming happily at all the sights she could see, for she was still but a little child; everything was known to her, yet she was still exploring it for the first time. This little sparrow she knew, for it was brought forth only last spring by her loving fingers, but still she was casting her child-like gaze upon it for the first time...
This flower, this rose, was her first doing this Spring, and she had known it for a long time before that - since she had carried it with her tenderly from its home in the world made for them, where she came from – but her jubilation at its birth was as powerful as though no higher pleasure existed for her. And King Sol was her oldest friend, since his majesty and brilliant light had accompanied her every time she washed across the world with her wonders. But nonetheless, she would laugh and smile at its gentle caress, and no other thing could make her more happy. Her childish laughter resounded over all Mother Nature, and indeed, it lies within every creature that wakes in March and every plant that grows during her reign...
But as she sees the place in the distance, she notices that not every thing was as it should be. A tower of concrete, walled in by weapons and ringed by squabbling fighters.
Xochitl turned, if possible, even more jubilant. Her brown eyes became almost golden with glee, her gait became a gallop, and she ran towards the place at high speed. She always enjoyed these challenges, and she had captured two hills already...
The first one was fun. The Emperor of Darkness had guarded a tall cliff, and she had come and replaced him... And the plants had grown once again, but then the Emperor had cheated, that silly man. That small box had tossed her off, but her reign had been over anyway. Her brother had come after, and frozen the hill in time.
But the next mound! Oh, spring still ruled that place... She had moved it to her home, her palace, and called it Nahuatl in honour of those who named her. It was there she had been sitting when she was called to bring Spring from Winter once again.
And now they had made another one, and Xochitl was intent on claiming that one as well. Why, if she did not, then the seasonal wonders would not work their charms on it, and the cycle would be broken.
It was not far away now, and she could clearly see the fog of war lying atop the hill, and the sounds of swords slashing and guns firing. This did not discourage her; rather, it did the opposite, for the sheer exhilaration she felt from a job well done was half her joy. But then again, she did not consider this to be work, not in the slightest; it was her duty but also her pleasure. Should she not enjoy this as much as possible?
The buzzing noise of battle became louder, but Xochitl did not care. She hopped right into the middle of it, past a dejected-looking man in army's gear and great need of a bathroom stat, a tall pole with hair, arms and a nose, and a ninja who was plotting in the shadows. She could see him, for he could not hide from her, try as he might. Wherever he was, he would stay within her mother's reach, and where her mother reached, so did she.
She passed a graveyard for tanks and planes, and they disintegrated in her wake, leaving only magnificent gardens and beautiful blossoming trees behind. Their bolts became blue lilies, and their armour plating was exchanged for fragrant red roses, and those who had piloted them were borne up from the Earth to live on.
She passed an army of battling men, and the battlefield below them grew moss and ivy and plants that impeded their fighting, and anyone that had not seen the palace she inhabited in winter would surely title the grounds here the Haven of Eden, or the Hanging Gardens of Babylonia, for it was truly a marvel to behold. And the fighters on the turf stopped in their tracks, and laid down their weapons to smell the flowers surrounding them.
She passed rubble from the construction, and deconstruction, of the hill she was about to take. From these rose birches, and oaks, and the odd pine, and larches, and a forest soon surrounded her goal, all up to the armed walls themselves. A belt of dead dirt kept the woods at bay, but she was not worried about that. To gain the power to do such a thing, she first needed to claim the hill as her own, and then to let her Spring flow.
Her brother could not have shaped this hill either, she knew. She saw that no snow was there, and she did not sense the cold of his footprints, and so her young mind was at rest with that.
The walls, gates and fortifications of this fortress were no match for her, however. Her right foot was lifted, and she jumped into the air, landing gracefully on a cannon that did not fire, then she flew across to a tower and balanced easily on its spire, before touching down on a ridge – precariously, for anybody else, but for her it was as easy as breathing – and walking calmly down to the concrete floor below. In the middle of the circle stood a group of men.
She recognised one of them. It was Link, or... No, it was not Link, but he definitely looked like him. It was safe to say that most of them did, and not only him – there was one man, or perhaps it was six, whose attire also rang back to that same source, and one man with an ace in his shirt pocket.
Xochitl approached them, giving them her broad, innocent and youthful smile. They did not notice her at first, but she soon spoke up, and her childish voice was warm and light, bringing the early days of summer to mind, when Sol shines on the fields where children lie and play, and birds singing, and the gentle sloshing of a creek surrounded by mayflies and butterflies:
“Are you done playing now?”
The three, or eight, men look strangely at her. Then they throw meaningful glances at each other. Eventually, the one dressed like Link says: “We're not playing, we're owning this hill.”
“Oh? Oh, no, no, no! This is just silly,” she says, and with those words a wind blows from her lips. It sweeps across the summit, blowing away all the weaponry present. “I come with Spring, and you are keeping it away from this poor soil... Now shoo!”
Once again, the gust blows over the mound, and this time the others are blown far, far away. The walls cave and the weapons dematerialise, and green grass flowers forth with blossoms and trees upon the hills, and the world is once again filled by spring... Xochitl sits down, then laughs heartily, her childish laughter ringing across the world.
(2761 words, for those who care. Oh, and I moved time to make this possible. Sorry. ^_^)
And the trees that line the clearing are bold birches and olden oaks, stretched and pulled from the ground into powerful magnificence, and they all hold nests for the birds that fly on the firmament of the skies; blackbirds and cuckoos, sparrows and even swallows.
Deer grace the outer reaches of the scene by their presence, grazing in the lush growth that fill the sight no matter where you look. Truly, the marvels of this place could surely earn it the title of The promised land, of Paradise, of Eden...
Beauty of beauties, marvel of marvels, pearl of pearls; all of these only partially describe the wonders of the waving vegetation that frame the creek and pond, or the flattering fauna that only serve to emphasise the serenity of the scene.
Despite all the power and attractiveness of it, there are no humans there; only the mighty yet soothing calm of Mother Nature... Or is it?
Take a look at that patch of grass there. To all appearances, it is nothing but that; perhaps it is an anthill that has become overgrown? A circle of flowers adorn its top, flowers that have been... braided?
And then, it becomes clear. The small anthill is breathing, moving up and down with the peaceful intakes of air. As you watch, you can see hair... Chestnut brown hair, its curls reaching down to the shoulders. You see eyes, brown eyes that survey the field, happiness beyond happiness emanating from them as they look upon its beauty.
You find hands, two hands cobbled together by the fingers and lying in the creature's lap, squirming slightly as though they want to touch upon every single one of the sights. You see two tiny feet, with pink toes that feel the grass caress them. You see that the circle of flowers that lie there on the anthill's summit are a crown, braided by talented yet childish digits and put down on the head with a slight slant to the right.
The young girl rises. What had appeared to be a coat of grass, now proves to be a green cape; or perhaps a robe, for it is in one piece, yet has no arms. The long cloth is draped across her like a tablecloth or a bed sheet, and her limbs protrude from it, her arms now shaped in a gesture of receiving.
Her child-like voice rings across the fields with laughter, a youthful and trilling laughter that does not scare the animals away, but brings peace to their hearts and minds. They graze on, undeterred, while the girl frolics happily by the stream of water, playing with butterflies and hugging the hares, giggling as though these wonders were new to her yet old friends...
This is the true marvel of the meadows and woods and ponds you see. This child is old as millennia, yet still not ten years of age. She has been part of the world since its creation, bringing spring and summer into it, and retreating to this save haven every time autumn and winter came to pass.
Hers is the melting snow of March, the tentative growth of April, the blooming fields of May, the joyful days of June, the Sun's reign in July and the artful flora of August, and hers is the glee that falls on everybody when the white blanket of winter smelts and reveals the new life that is growing up from old...
Hers is the laughter of children rolling in a field of flowers, and the swallows that soar beneath the clear blue skies, and Sol's beams that shine down on every soul, telling them that the reign of King Winter, the Wintersmith, the Cold Miser, is long gone, and that the rule now belongs to Xochitl, for that was her name.
Xochitl! The name was made by the Nahuatl, a tribe in touch with Nature herself, with Mother Earth, with Gaia; and Gaia's child received it. It means “flower”, and like earth brings forth flowers, so did Mother Earth give birth to Xochitl.
And the child's rivalry with her brother, the King of Winter and Father of Fall – it is but the cycling of a year, and she is well aware of that. No day goes by without her knowing that her reign is temporary; yet she also knows that she will regain it again and bring joy to the world, and thus she does not fear her sibling's come as much as she would fear his disappearance.
For she knows that the beauty of Spring lies in its singular come, and the heat of Summer would not be as liberating if Autumn was not there to balance it out. She values her brother as highly as she does her mother, as should be.
This was her haven, where she left to when the Wintersmith turned the foliage of her trees brown and brittle, and she had done her work until the next year would come to pass. Now, however, it was time for her to return from her kingdom, and rule the world once more. Her place, where she had been calmly rooted since her exile six months ago, now yielded a flower of impressive size and beauty, and a wafting smell that soothed every soul in the kingdom, for their queen was about to leave for six months of duty...
Xochitl rises from her bed of flowers, her namesakes, where she had lain for hours, watching the blue sky that was dotted with the odd, fluffy cloud, and in which shone a Sun that was more magnificent than any ever seen by humans. The slight, caressing wind made her curly hair wave lazily as she stepped forward – but her foot did not land on the grass and moss, but in the air just above the lowest straws.
Her face breaks out into a smile, before her next foot follows the first one, and soon she is hopping gleefully up an invisible staircase that will bring her out of this world and into ours, and yet by some means they are the same world. She falls out of view high above, with her robe billowing in her wake...
… and she arrives high above the Earth, floating through the air with the grace of a sparrow and ease of an eagle. Slowly, she dives towards its surface, surveying every part of it with her brown eyes, and reaching out towards it with her small hands. Everywhere she flies, the snow melts and the temperature rises, the first flowers break through the blanket that has covered them, and the animals wake from their slumber into a new life that has been crafted by the ruler of this time of year, by Xochitl.
But as she glides above a particular expanse of land, she notices a discrepancy. It is strange... For this one mound had not reacted as it should. She thinks nothing of it at first, opting instead to fly across the world and spread spring before returning to fix this problem.
And when all of Earth was covered in the greenery and sunshine that foretold the coming of better, warmer times, she returns to the same stretch in which she had not been able to let the new life grow. But the area was minimal, and she had done such a good job that she wanted to walk there. Thus, she skipped across the fields, lush greenery growing stronger in her wake, her robe waving behind her like the tail of a fish.
Even the waters got to sense her toes, for she could walk anywhere, and if she wanted to feel the tingle of the drops on the soles of her feet, she could, and if she wished to have the wind blow through them there was nothing that stopped her. Fish jumped to play with her, and she gladly received them; the ice that had imprisoned them for one fourth of a year had broken and their freedom was celebrated with merry vaults across the seas.
Oh! how glad the girl was for the birth that once again had occurred, how merry her mind became at the mere thought of the life she had brought, how happy was she while she hopped in the brave new world! Jubilant was the Earth under her rule, joyful was Xochitl as she ruled it.
Yet, what would this celebration be if not for the union she had with the smith of Winter and bringer of Fall? Nothing, and she knew that, and her subjects and kingdom knew that, and the sleep they had been through was as necessary as the waking hours they had now. Thankful to her brother, she bounced across Tellus, bringing it her gifts...
The patch of land that had not been affected, however, was another story entirely. Slowly she approached it, humming happily at all the sights she could see, for she was still but a little child; everything was known to her, yet she was still exploring it for the first time. This little sparrow she knew, for it was brought forth only last spring by her loving fingers, but still she was casting her child-like gaze upon it for the first time...
This flower, this rose, was her first doing this Spring, and she had known it for a long time before that - since she had carried it with her tenderly from its home in the world made for them, where she came from – but her jubilation at its birth was as powerful as though no higher pleasure existed for her. And King Sol was her oldest friend, since his majesty and brilliant light had accompanied her every time she washed across the world with her wonders. But nonetheless, she would laugh and smile at its gentle caress, and no other thing could make her more happy. Her childish laughter resounded over all Mother Nature, and indeed, it lies within every creature that wakes in March and every plant that grows during her reign...
But as she sees the place in the distance, she notices that not every thing was as it should be. A tower of concrete, walled in by weapons and ringed by squabbling fighters.
Xochitl turned, if possible, even more jubilant. Her brown eyes became almost golden with glee, her gait became a gallop, and she ran towards the place at high speed. She always enjoyed these challenges, and she had captured two hills already...
The first one was fun. The Emperor of Darkness had guarded a tall cliff, and she had come and replaced him... And the plants had grown once again, but then the Emperor had cheated, that silly man. That small box had tossed her off, but her reign had been over anyway. Her brother had come after, and frozen the hill in time.
But the next mound! Oh, spring still ruled that place... She had moved it to her home, her palace, and called it Nahuatl in honour of those who named her. It was there she had been sitting when she was called to bring Spring from Winter once again.
And now they had made another one, and Xochitl was intent on claiming that one as well. Why, if she did not, then the seasonal wonders would not work their charms on it, and the cycle would be broken.
It was not far away now, and she could clearly see the fog of war lying atop the hill, and the sounds of swords slashing and guns firing. This did not discourage her; rather, it did the opposite, for the sheer exhilaration she felt from a job well done was half her joy. But then again, she did not consider this to be work, not in the slightest; it was her duty but also her pleasure. Should she not enjoy this as much as possible?
The buzzing noise of battle became louder, but Xochitl did not care. She hopped right into the middle of it, past a dejected-looking man in army's gear and great need of a bathroom stat, a tall pole with hair, arms and a nose, and a ninja who was plotting in the shadows. She could see him, for he could not hide from her, try as he might. Wherever he was, he would stay within her mother's reach, and where her mother reached, so did she.
She passed a graveyard for tanks and planes, and they disintegrated in her wake, leaving only magnificent gardens and beautiful blossoming trees behind. Their bolts became blue lilies, and their armour plating was exchanged for fragrant red roses, and those who had piloted them were borne up from the Earth to live on.
She passed an army of battling men, and the battlefield below them grew moss and ivy and plants that impeded their fighting, and anyone that had not seen the palace she inhabited in winter would surely title the grounds here the Haven of Eden, or the Hanging Gardens of Babylonia, for it was truly a marvel to behold. And the fighters on the turf stopped in their tracks, and laid down their weapons to smell the flowers surrounding them.
She passed rubble from the construction, and deconstruction, of the hill she was about to take. From these rose birches, and oaks, and the odd pine, and larches, and a forest soon surrounded her goal, all up to the armed walls themselves. A belt of dead dirt kept the woods at bay, but she was not worried about that. To gain the power to do such a thing, she first needed to claim the hill as her own, and then to let her Spring flow.
Her brother could not have shaped this hill either, she knew. She saw that no snow was there, and she did not sense the cold of his footprints, and so her young mind was at rest with that.
The walls, gates and fortifications of this fortress were no match for her, however. Her right foot was lifted, and she jumped into the air, landing gracefully on a cannon that did not fire, then she flew across to a tower and balanced easily on its spire, before touching down on a ridge – precariously, for anybody else, but for her it was as easy as breathing – and walking calmly down to the concrete floor below. In the middle of the circle stood a group of men.
She recognised one of them. It was Link, or... No, it was not Link, but he definitely looked like him. It was safe to say that most of them did, and not only him – there was one man, or perhaps it was six, whose attire also rang back to that same source, and one man with an ace in his shirt pocket.
Xochitl approached them, giving them her broad, innocent and youthful smile. They did not notice her at first, but she soon spoke up, and her childish voice was warm and light, bringing the early days of summer to mind, when Sol shines on the fields where children lie and play, and birds singing, and the gentle sloshing of a creek surrounded by mayflies and butterflies:
“Are you done playing now?”
The three, or eight, men look strangely at her. Then they throw meaningful glances at each other. Eventually, the one dressed like Link says: “We're not playing, we're owning this hill.”
“Oh? Oh, no, no, no! This is just silly,” she says, and with those words a wind blows from her lips. It sweeps across the summit, blowing away all the weaponry present. “I come with Spring, and you are keeping it away from this poor soil... Now shoo!”
Once again, the gust blows over the mound, and this time the others are blown far, far away. The walls cave and the weapons dematerialise, and green grass flowers forth with blossoms and trees upon the hills, and the world is once again filled by spring... Xochitl sits down, then laughs heartily, her childish laughter ringing across the world.
(2761 words, for those who care. Oh, and I moved time to make this possible. Sorry. ^_^)
- #161
- 29 November 2010 - 12:40 AM
Oh, come on man.
OK, by the rules you are currently winning.
I still want to keep the game going though.
I am now going to create a second topic called "The Hill. RPG version."
I will past everything currently important into that.
Your story is the leader here and you may continue with normal capture the hill starting from the end of your story.
OK, by the rules you are currently winning.
I still want to keep the game going though.
I am now going to create a second topic called "The Hill. RPG version."
I will past everything currently important into that.
Your story is the leader here and you may continue with normal capture the hill starting from the end of your story.
- #162
- 29 November 2010 - 12:56 AM
@WTF that was the original idea.
@the RPG people
we are migrating to a new topic asap but for some reason I can't make any topics.
I want somone to post the following into a topic titled "The hill RPG version"
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By navi
You may want to read part of the original Hill thread. If you do not you will have no idea what's happening.
By lod
{I'm altering my format a bit. These>{} are for author comments. These>() are for thoughts. These>** are for actions.}
(While I was in the fortress I left a piece of my being inside so I could return if anything happened. It is now time to do so.) *I reform at the fortress* MWAHAHA! Now it's time to.... HOT! HOTHOTHOT! (Previously unknown to me the fairies had moved the piece INTO the fountain. The pure waters are now burning me due to my impure body.) *I arrive at the edge after experiencing immense levels of pain.* Okay..... whoo..... much better..... time to get to work.
By summery
A man quietly approches the hill before it is repaired. He finds all the equipment that link had dropped and takes it. The four sword chainges his immage to that of four links. He wanderes into the fountain room of the hill and crushes Navi the fairy. Navi just respawns but the wanderer is under the immpression that the hill is his. The fairys deside that this is accaptable and cast a spell over the links so that they cant see the fairys. The great fairy dropps a zora scale at red link's feet and he bends over and picks it up. If the fairys were too die the hill would go to the links by default.
By lod
Gah! I have..... to get away! (The fountain's purity is still damaging my impure body! I'll have to leave.) *I melt into the shadows to escape and begin traveling deeper into the mountain.*
(I'll have to become that fool Light if I want to capture this hill..... well now it's a mountain!) Probably Sanity as well. *I continue deeper into the mountain.*
(The energy from the fountain is too strong!) I'll have to change now. *I reform near the center of the mountain, my cloak gliding along the ground.* Time to change. *I become Light in a bright flash.*
Now what do I do. {Hah! This is better than my first go! Feels like i'm writing a story. This feels good!}
By Lark
"I feel a stir in the air"
Hmmm I don't like this.
By lod
What should I do now..... Huh?! What's this then? *I lean down next to a large mound roughly five and a half feet in length and two feet in wigth. I brush off the dirt near the top revealing a skull.*
Oh dear..... It seems i'm not the only one here..... hmm what's this? *I brush off some dirt near the body revealing a shield.* A warrior! But wait.....
*I look around the cavern releasing light from my hand and see hundreds of other mounds.* Warriors! Maybe they would be willing to help me.
*I use my powers of Light and Life to partially resurrect the original corpse I found.* {The're bones and armor I don't believe the flesh would reform.} Would you mind helping me? You see, I have a plan.......
By Navi
Red: immunity to heat, Rocks cape, skull hammer, Biggarons sword, the lower ranked bracelet and the lower ranked glove.
Blue: immunity to cold, all bomb types with remote upgrades, all deco equipment, the shovel and a green thumb (plant monsters and magic seeds but no seed shooter), Master sword.
Purple: immunity to electricity, One of the many bows and the slingshot, all the arrow types, basic bombs, one hookshot (there are more of these but there were only two switch shots), fairy sword, eye of truth.
Green: Magic nullifier (fuck up individual parts of lod), wind waker and a Hyrulian sword, all the basic boomerangs that are left and the magic but non-wind boomerang that can be directed.
They would also each have a four-sword sword and any sheild other than the hyrulian shield(The great frairy has it)
By Lark
Blue: "i feel a foul wind blowing."
Green: " Form a box ontop the hill. Blue, take point, red left, i'll take right, Purple, take rear."
Red: "OH Hells yes, finally some action" red tightens the guntlets, twirls the Knife, and takes a ready stance.
Purple: "sigh, oh man, why do we get into these situations?" purple draws the bow and nocks an arrow
By lod
Glorious! (The original man agreed to help me and so did his friends! But there is little chance that these warriors can battle those demons.) I've got it!
(I'll become Sanity and give these warriors his powers!) *I become Sanity. My right hand begins glowing green and my left hand begins glowing blue.* Listen up! I need everyone to stand still! This might hurt....
*I send out bursts of Electrical and Natural essences, infuseing the skeletal warriors with Electricity and Nature. The essences are swirling around them, being absorbed into their bones. I continue for a few minutes and decide to stop. When the glow fades their yellowed bones are covered with swirls of blue and green along with the original yellow.* You all now have my powers! Before we leave I will train you to use them!
By Navi
[story]Navi:"hey, why are the copy links standing in a fighting stance?"
Naomi(random fairy): "I don't know. I don't think that the purple one has seen us."
Navi:"HEY, Listen! The Links are getting edgy! Everyone stay away from the fountain room!"
By Lark
Blue: "Guys, get ready!"
Green: nod
Red: "Fuck YEA! Lets Do This!"
Purple: "sigh"
By Navi
The fairys spread randomly throught the fortres. The great fairy remained under the water.
Naomi:WTF?
oh, I see. We have elemental zombies.
(Naomi flees quickly through the long and complicated maze of the mountain.)
AAAAAaaaaaa!!!!!!
red link: Hey guys, I see a light.
One of the entrances to the fountain room glowed.
A light dashed into the room and then stopped befor fading quickly.
Naomi: Great fairy! We are baing attacked by a elemental zombie army.
Great fairy: "I see. We can't let the threat hit us at full power."
Red: Do any of you know what that was?
Then they all disapeared in a flash.
Red: wha-glub glub glub(WTF, I'm drowning!) He pulled out the zora scale and jamed it into the top of his mouth. He tryed to jump or, while underwater, basicaly fly but he found his feet bound to the floor. The water around him glowed. (Where are the rest?)
By lod
Alright. I think everyone's ready. Get in formation! *I become Light once more and large wings appear on my back. The warriors move into a rectanguler form and stop.*
We shall go forward to the fountain and attack the fortress. You shall not stop your assault unless I say so! *After moving through the caverns for fourty or so minutes we are next to the opening to the fountain. I decide to look outwards.*
(There is a man in purple on top of the fortress, apparently the new king, and fairys flying everywhere.) Okay men I will be flying towards that man while you all take care of the fairys and the fountain. Cover me if any fairies get near me. We go on three. One. Two. THREE!
By Lark
Purple: Purple: "Sssshhhhhhiiiitttt, why do i alway get into this kind of situations"
Purple steps into the fountan and feels a jolt "Houw! what was that"
By summery
The fairys are now only hiding from purple and red.
The red link is trapped in the fountain and cant move his feet from a bump in the floor. The purple link is defending the fountain room. The green and blue ones are in an undefind location in the maze of cave paths and hall ways. The fountain supplys unlimited holy magic so this will enhance the ice and fire arrows but not the already holy arrows.
By lod
Where did they go?! I've gotta find them. Hey you! *A warrior turns towards me.* Tell some others to keep an eye on the entrances to here for those rainbow men. If you see them use this to call me. *I toss him a white orb then fly into the caverns.*
By Navi
a man without a head walks through the walls of the cavern without resistance. He quickly reaches the fountain room. Unfortunatly for him he fell through the roof while entering and hit his head. Purple senced his stupidity and ignored him. One fairy indused an inescapable dream. He keeps dreaming that he is waking up.
I made some chainges in order above.
The RPGers need to read it again.
}
We are now alowing this fourm to return to its original game type.
@the RPG people
we are migrating to a new topic asap but for some reason I can't make any topics.
I want somone to post the following into a topic titled "The hill RPG version"
{
By navi
You may want to read part of the original Hill thread. If you do not you will have no idea what's happening.
By lod
{I'm altering my format a bit. These>{} are for author comments. These>() are for thoughts. These>** are for actions.}
(While I was in the fortress I left a piece of my being inside so I could return if anything happened. It is now time to do so.) *I reform at the fortress* MWAHAHA! Now it's time to.... HOT! HOTHOTHOT! (Previously unknown to me the fairies had moved the piece INTO the fountain. The pure waters are now burning me due to my impure body.) *I arrive at the edge after experiencing immense levels of pain.* Okay..... whoo..... much better..... time to get to work.
By summery
A man quietly approches the hill before it is repaired. He finds all the equipment that link had dropped and takes it. The four sword chainges his immage to that of four links. He wanderes into the fountain room of the hill and crushes Navi the fairy. Navi just respawns but the wanderer is under the immpression that the hill is his. The fairys deside that this is accaptable and cast a spell over the links so that they cant see the fairys. The great fairy dropps a zora scale at red link's feet and he bends over and picks it up. If the fairys were too die the hill would go to the links by default.
By lod
Gah! I have..... to get away! (The fountain's purity is still damaging my impure body! I'll have to leave.) *I melt into the shadows to escape and begin traveling deeper into the mountain.*
(I'll have to become that fool Light if I want to capture this hill..... well now it's a mountain!) Probably Sanity as well. *I continue deeper into the mountain.*
(The energy from the fountain is too strong!) I'll have to change now. *I reform near the center of the mountain, my cloak gliding along the ground.* Time to change. *I become Light in a bright flash.*
Now what do I do. {Hah! This is better than my first go! Feels like i'm writing a story. This feels good!}
By Lark
"I feel a stir in the air"
Hmmm I don't like this.
By lod
What should I do now..... Huh?! What's this then? *I lean down next to a large mound roughly five and a half feet in length and two feet in wigth. I brush off the dirt near the top revealing a skull.*
Oh dear..... It seems i'm not the only one here..... hmm what's this? *I brush off some dirt near the body revealing a shield.* A warrior! But wait.....
*I look around the cavern releasing light from my hand and see hundreds of other mounds.* Warriors! Maybe they would be willing to help me.
*I use my powers of Light and Life to partially resurrect the original corpse I found.* {The're bones and armor I don't believe the flesh would reform.} Would you mind helping me? You see, I have a plan.......
By Navi
Red: immunity to heat, Rocks cape, skull hammer, Biggarons sword, the lower ranked bracelet and the lower ranked glove.
Blue: immunity to cold, all bomb types with remote upgrades, all deco equipment, the shovel and a green thumb (plant monsters and magic seeds but no seed shooter), Master sword.
Purple: immunity to electricity, One of the many bows and the slingshot, all the arrow types, basic bombs, one hookshot (there are more of these but there were only two switch shots), fairy sword, eye of truth.
Green: Magic nullifier (fuck up individual parts of lod), wind waker and a Hyrulian sword, all the basic boomerangs that are left and the magic but non-wind boomerang that can be directed.
They would also each have a four-sword sword and any sheild other than the hyrulian shield(The great frairy has it)
By Lark
Blue: "i feel a foul wind blowing."
Green: " Form a box ontop the hill. Blue, take point, red left, i'll take right, Purple, take rear."
Red: "OH Hells yes, finally some action" red tightens the guntlets, twirls the Knife, and takes a ready stance.
Purple: "sigh, oh man, why do we get into these situations?" purple draws the bow and nocks an arrow
By lod
Glorious! (The original man agreed to help me and so did his friends! But there is little chance that these warriors can battle those demons.) I've got it!
(I'll become Sanity and give these warriors his powers!) *I become Sanity. My right hand begins glowing green and my left hand begins glowing blue.* Listen up! I need everyone to stand still! This might hurt....
*I send out bursts of Electrical and Natural essences, infuseing the skeletal warriors with Electricity and Nature. The essences are swirling around them, being absorbed into their bones. I continue for a few minutes and decide to stop. When the glow fades their yellowed bones are covered with swirls of blue and green along with the original yellow.* You all now have my powers! Before we leave I will train you to use them!
By Navi
[story]Navi:"hey, why are the copy links standing in a fighting stance?"
Naomi(random fairy): "I don't know. I don't think that the purple one has seen us."
Navi:"HEY, Listen! The Links are getting edgy! Everyone stay away from the fountain room!"
By Lark
Blue: "Guys, get ready!"
Green: nod
Red: "Fuck YEA! Lets Do This!"
Purple: "sigh"
By Navi
The fairys spread randomly throught the fortres. The great fairy remained under the water.
Naomi:WTF?
oh, I see. We have elemental zombies.
(Naomi flees quickly through the long and complicated maze of the mountain.)
AAAAAaaaaaa!!!!!!
red link: Hey guys, I see a light.
One of the entrances to the fountain room glowed.
A light dashed into the room and then stopped befor fading quickly.
Naomi: Great fairy! We are baing attacked by a elemental zombie army.
Great fairy: "I see. We can't let the threat hit us at full power."
Red: Do any of you know what that was?
Then they all disapeared in a flash.
Red: wha-glub glub glub(WTF, I'm drowning!) He pulled out the zora scale and jamed it into the top of his mouth. He tryed to jump or, while underwater, basicaly fly but he found his feet bound to the floor. The water around him glowed. (Where are the rest?)
By lod
Alright. I think everyone's ready. Get in formation! *I become Light once more and large wings appear on my back. The warriors move into a rectanguler form and stop.*
We shall go forward to the fountain and attack the fortress. You shall not stop your assault unless I say so! *After moving through the caverns for fourty or so minutes we are next to the opening to the fountain. I decide to look outwards.*
(There is a man in purple on top of the fortress, apparently the new king, and fairys flying everywhere.) Okay men I will be flying towards that man while you all take care of the fairys and the fountain. Cover me if any fairies get near me. We go on three. One. Two. THREE!
By Lark
Purple: Purple: "Sssshhhhhhiiiitttt, why do i alway get into this kind of situations"
Purple steps into the fountan and feels a jolt "Houw! what was that"
By summery
The fairys are now only hiding from purple and red.
The red link is trapped in the fountain and cant move his feet from a bump in the floor. The purple link is defending the fountain room. The green and blue ones are in an undefind location in the maze of cave paths and hall ways. The fountain supplys unlimited holy magic so this will enhance the ice and fire arrows but not the already holy arrows.
By lod
Where did they go?! I've gotta find them. Hey you! *A warrior turns towards me.* Tell some others to keep an eye on the entrances to here for those rainbow men. If you see them use this to call me. *I toss him a white orb then fly into the caverns.*
By Navi
a man without a head walks through the walls of the cavern without resistance. He quickly reaches the fountain room. Unfortunatly for him he fell through the roof while entering and hit his head. Purple senced his stupidity and ignored him. One fairy indused an inescapable dream. He keeps dreaming that he is waking up.
I made some chainges in order above.
The RPGers need to read it again.
}
We are now alowing this fourm to return to its original game type.
- #165
- 29 November 2010 - 07:09 AM
Yes, I know that.
I want somone to make a new hill topic and I'm giving you yours back.
For some reason I can't make a topic myself.
I want somone to make a new hill topic and I'm giving you yours back.
For some reason I can't make a topic myself.
- #167
- 29 November 2010 - 06:09 PM
Your welcome.
Try to play by some reasonable set of rules.
Please?
edit: apoc made a crap post with my name in caps and the lol david face. It went to detention. I'm responding to that.
Try to play by some reasonable set of rules.
Please?
edit: apoc made a crap post with my name in caps and the lol david face. It went to detention. I'm responding to that.
This post has been edited by navi: 29 November 2010 - 07:34 PM
- #168
- 29 November 2010 - 06:44 PM
apocs post, 9 words.
In the interest of continuing this game, I have acquired the hill from you.
I would like it if you move. Thank you for doing so. I am now the one standing on the hill.
My Hill.
navis post, 37 words
In the interest of continuing this game, I have acquired the hill from you.
I would like it if you move. Thank you for doing so. I am now the one standing on the hill.
My Hill.
navis post, 37 words
This post has been edited by navi: 03 December 2010 - 06:33 PM
- #171
- 03 December 2010 - 06:33 PM
- ILB
- secretly a man
Member
King Winter, variously known as the Wintersmith, Mr. Frost, The Fabulous Freezer (among friends) and Cold Miser (among enemies), sat on his throne in the frozen wastes of the North, surrounded by a blizzard that would surely have frozen penguins if they had lived on this Pole. He missed penguins; they could have made his reign at least a bit entertaining. Instead he was stuck here, all alone, except for the odd polar bear that drifted past.
He was troubled. He felt like he had been conned of something, something important. It was not his sister's doing, he knew that – she had just been to visit, and if there was anything he knew, it was that she could not lie. Except when she was in mood for a Scandinavian Spring, but she definitely had not been that when she came.
In fact, her bubble of sunny weather had been coloured heavily by late Summer, with golden straws bursting out of the ice as she bounced towards him. The gold had bothered him a bit then; she always seemed to hold first place. He, meanwhile, had been stuck with silver. As he sat contemplating the issue, however, he changed his mind. For even though she held both gold and bronze, he owned platinum, which was even more valuable. There was no reason for him to be jealous.
Yet no smile had curved his lips, not then, not now. Despite the pleasures he brought the children, and the serene calm of Autumn, his mouth seemed unable to convey glee – he was cold and distant, something he was mostly fine with...
The Wintersmith shook his head. His mind drifted far too much. Yes, his sister, Xochitl... She had come, and looked just as happy as she always did. The cold had not bothered her, for she had brought her own season along, and even two of her favourite birds – a blue-tit and a blackbird – had adorned her shoulders where she stood.
He envied her her happiness just a bit. She had bliss, while he had blizzards... Heh. That sounded nice. She had bliss, and he had blizzards. She had glow, while he had snow...
King Winter had to shake himself out of his thoughts again. He was definitely troubled, but he could not quite put his finger on why, and that was troubling him even more.
«Hugin! Munin!» shouted the King, without warning. The two ravens he had inherited from his uncle lost their fair share of feathers as they scrambled to their master's side.
«Stop squabbling, I'm not going to bite you or... freeze you or anything.» He beckoned. «Fly around the world and see if there's anything strange about. A large-scale war, atomic explosions, inexplicable migrations, Summer where there should be Winter, anything. Got that?»
«Yes, milord, yes, milord,» squawked the ravens back at him. «At once, at once!» And with that, they flew from their perch and struggled out of the snowstorm, leaving Mr. Frost behind to mope on his own.
He did not have to wait long for them, however. They soon mingled their way back to his shoulders, and he listened carefully as they laid out about how well everything was in the world, bar one spot in central Spain that was not covered with snow...
«A hill? Are you sure?» said the Wintersmith, shock overriding his voice.
«Yes, milord, yes, milord, there's one in Spain, there's one in Spain,» replied the ravens. «No snow, no snow!»
«Then I'd best retake that redoubt,» said King Winter, while he rose awkwardly from his throne. «No blizzards, no balance.» He smiled at his biting wit again, and stepped into his white chariot, pulled by reindeer. None of them had red noses, but they worked diligently.
The chariot touched ground in Spain, by the hill. Out stepped King Winter, surrounded by whirling snowflakes and a wind that could only be described as 'chilling' if you normally lived in minus 75 degrees Celsius. Slowly he stepped towards the mound on which sat a lone fairy, fluttering its wings.
«Good fairy!» tried Mr. Frost.
«Navi!» replied the fairy. «I'm magical, not a poof.»
«Mr. Navi! I must ask you to yield this hill to me, so that I can restore the balance of nature!»
«No dice! I'm not going back to that box where they usually keep me!»
«Mr. Navi! I need this mound. Please surrender it to me, and I won't have to throw you out,» explained King Winter, his voice not at all unlike the creak of ancient parchment. «It's up to you.»
The fairy shook his head vigorously. «I won't! This dirt's mine, and that's my final word. Now get off!»
The king sighed. He was all to used to this; cold made people resistant. He wished he could have his sister's uncanny ability to deal with people – it would have helped him so much. Instead, he was forced to blow an icy wind on the intruder, and then fling it away. It would thaw in the Gobi desert... Meanwhile, the Miser went to the arduous task of chilling the soil and calling down snow. Right now, it was his hill.
(866 words)
He was troubled. He felt like he had been conned of something, something important. It was not his sister's doing, he knew that – she had just been to visit, and if there was anything he knew, it was that she could not lie. Except when she was in mood for a Scandinavian Spring, but she definitely had not been that when she came.
In fact, her bubble of sunny weather had been coloured heavily by late Summer, with golden straws bursting out of the ice as she bounced towards him. The gold had bothered him a bit then; she always seemed to hold first place. He, meanwhile, had been stuck with silver. As he sat contemplating the issue, however, he changed his mind. For even though she held both gold and bronze, he owned platinum, which was even more valuable. There was no reason for him to be jealous.
Yet no smile had curved his lips, not then, not now. Despite the pleasures he brought the children, and the serene calm of Autumn, his mouth seemed unable to convey glee – he was cold and distant, something he was mostly fine with...
The Wintersmith shook his head. His mind drifted far too much. Yes, his sister, Xochitl... She had come, and looked just as happy as she always did. The cold had not bothered her, for she had brought her own season along, and even two of her favourite birds – a blue-tit and a blackbird – had adorned her shoulders where she stood.
He envied her her happiness just a bit. She had bliss, while he had blizzards... Heh. That sounded nice. She had bliss, and he had blizzards. She had glow, while he had snow...
King Winter had to shake himself out of his thoughts again. He was definitely troubled, but he could not quite put his finger on why, and that was troubling him even more.
«Hugin! Munin!» shouted the King, without warning. The two ravens he had inherited from his uncle lost their fair share of feathers as they scrambled to their master's side.
«Stop squabbling, I'm not going to bite you or... freeze you or anything.» He beckoned. «Fly around the world and see if there's anything strange about. A large-scale war, atomic explosions, inexplicable migrations, Summer where there should be Winter, anything. Got that?»
«Yes, milord, yes, milord,» squawked the ravens back at him. «At once, at once!» And with that, they flew from their perch and struggled out of the snowstorm, leaving Mr. Frost behind to mope on his own.
He did not have to wait long for them, however. They soon mingled their way back to his shoulders, and he listened carefully as they laid out about how well everything was in the world, bar one spot in central Spain that was not covered with snow...
«A hill? Are you sure?» said the Wintersmith, shock overriding his voice.
«Yes, milord, yes, milord, there's one in Spain, there's one in Spain,» replied the ravens. «No snow, no snow!»
«Then I'd best retake that redoubt,» said King Winter, while he rose awkwardly from his throne. «No blizzards, no balance.» He smiled at his biting wit again, and stepped into his white chariot, pulled by reindeer. None of them had red noses, but they worked diligently.
The chariot touched ground in Spain, by the hill. Out stepped King Winter, surrounded by whirling snowflakes and a wind that could only be described as 'chilling' if you normally lived in minus 75 degrees Celsius. Slowly he stepped towards the mound on which sat a lone fairy, fluttering its wings.
«Good fairy!» tried Mr. Frost.
«Navi!» replied the fairy. «I'm magical, not a poof.»
«Mr. Navi! I must ask you to yield this hill to me, so that I can restore the balance of nature!»
«No dice! I'm not going back to that box where they usually keep me!»
«Mr. Navi! I need this mound. Please surrender it to me, and I won't have to throw you out,» explained King Winter, his voice not at all unlike the creak of ancient parchment. «It's up to you.»
The fairy shook his head vigorously. «I won't! This dirt's mine, and that's my final word. Now get off!»
The king sighed. He was all to used to this; cold made people resistant. He wished he could have his sister's uncanny ability to deal with people – it would have helped him so much. Instead, he was forced to blow an icy wind on the intruder, and then fling it away. It would thaw in the Gobi desert... Meanwhile, the Miser went to the arduous task of chilling the soil and calling down snow. Right now, it was his hill.
(866 words)
- #172
- 03 December 2010 - 08:29 PM
TL:DR......
Did you not know what you were making when you created a "hill" thread?
Did you not know what you were making when you created a "hill" thread?
- #174
- 05 December 2010 - 09:07 AM