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Post by Elytra on Nov 10, 2015 3:47:32 GMT
Welcome, my friends and enemies, to the Epic Progressive Story thread. Together, a team of elves have planned a progressive story idea, build on it, and now we can join together to make the Story run well. Please note a few rules. 1. Please respect each other. 2. Try and keep the personalities the same, but it's not a must. 3. Anything is logical. We are allowed to defy the laws of gravity and physics in fights and things like that. It doesn't need to be 100% correct. 4. It DOES NOT need to be perfect. Try keep spelling and grammar correct, though. 5. You can switch between 1st, 2nd and 3rd person and past and present tense. You should know how to write a progressive story. I've talked about it on the PM the team of elves had, but for anyone who wasn't on that; Someone writes a first post, then someone else writes the second, and so on and so forth. There is one main character, and anyone can use him. No one is allowed characters that belong to themselves. Understood? Great. Let's get on with it. The MC is a male. The age and other stuff will be decided as the play goes on. The context is Fantasy.
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Post by Idk323 on Nov 10, 2015 3:54:20 GMT
Who should come up with the first post?
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Post by Elytra on Nov 10, 2015 4:11:59 GMT
Here we go.
He turned back and looked around the small gathering of huts, each one made of mud and sticks, the home he had known all his life. He raised a hand to the people standing at the edge of the clearing. "Goodbye!" He called. The people waved back. Turning to face the front, He walked through the dirty path away from the town. Away from home. "The world awaits me!" He cried, running forwards.
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Post by Idk323 on Nov 10, 2015 6:21:30 GMT
((Eh heh... NightBlade I don't really know what happened in the last progressive story, but I'd like this one to be serious. If I wasn't going to be serious, I'd probably have no intention of joining... :/))
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Post by Merenwen Inglorion on Nov 10, 2015 6:26:22 GMT
[Does that mean Nightblade's post is null? If so, I will make a quick contribution.]
I, Wyatt Trouncy of the Bonobon Clan, hacked my way through the forest like a true explorer. At night, I slept beneath the trees...and woke with spiders on my face. But, of course, I did that nearly every morning, so it wasn't much of a bother. My high-sun meal of dried fish and fruit sustained me until well after moon-rise. Several such cycles passed, until I came upon tracks. They were strange tracks, too: long parallel lines gouged into the ground. I followed them and made sure to keep an ear out for such the strange and weighty creature. The stars were just coming out when I came across a campsite. A large fire snapped at the logs. It was a wonder the trees didn't burst into flame. Three men warmed themselves by it. On the far side of the camp was a cage...
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Post by NightBlade on Nov 10, 2015 6:26:35 GMT
(Ok...well, bye then)
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Nov 10, 2015 9:31:17 GMT
( This reminds me of the old Grimwarden Adventures thread on the old UG! We could remake that one for random Progressive Stories, and this one could be the serious one! ) I approached the camp. The three men squinted at me as I approached, one of them got to his feet, and started coming towards me. "Hail!" I cried, waving to the man, as he left out of the light of the campfire. He continued to stride forward. A confident, decided stride. "Uh…hail, I said!" taking a step back. The man did not stop.
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Post by NightBlade on Nov 10, 2015 18:20:33 GMT
"NightBlade: Yeah. But I mean, there's a lot of Elves on here who just aren't active. 75% either do absolutely nothing, or pop in ever few days. And liek I said the RPs were the lifeblood, and now there's a grand total of 3 consistent roleplayers" -Taken from the ShoutBox ((Yeah... NightBlade )) You qoute me, for what reason?
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Post by Elytra on Nov 11, 2015 17:51:29 GMT
"Uh... What are you doing?" I asked as the man started punching my face. I ducked, picked him up, and threw him behind me. 'Oi! That hurt!" He yelled. "Well, you punched me!" I said back. The other two men at the campfire laughed. They were enjoying this. One of them called me over. I walked over, keeping an eye on the man behind me. "Where do you hail from?" One of the men asked. "I am Wyatt Trouncy of the Bonobon Clan." I said, my hands extended to the fire. "BONOBON CLAN!?" The men jumped up. One of them grabbed my arms and shoved me face down onto the dirt. They bound a rope around my hands, picked me up, and threw me into the cage on the other side of the fire.
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Nov 11, 2015 21:11:11 GMT
I rubbed my head, slowly getting to my feet. The cage was large, made for something much bigger than me.
"Hey! Whats going on? Let me out of here!" I banged against the metal bars of the cage, frantically.
The three men just muttered amongst themselves and returned to the warmth of the fire. I sank to the floor, exhausted.
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Post by Merenwen Inglorion on Nov 12, 2015 6:23:12 GMT
[Gah, what the hey? First it won't let me sign in, then it redirects me to my internet security page, and after I enter the code, it takes me to an error page, and then it lets me sign in...*bangs computer*]
The cold metal pressed against my forehead. It was some time before I was able to gather coherent thought. By the time I did, the men were asleep, and the moon lit the forest in its ghostly glory. This was an excellent beginning to my adventure. At least, my father would say so. Perhaps he was the reason the men reacted so? Had they heard of the daring and devilish feats Swecin Trouncy? I lifted my head to ask. Something caught my skin. Metal. Some of the metal was gouged, with jagged edges. A thin trail of blood went down my nose. I ran a finger lightly along the inside of the mark. No. These men couldn't be...dragon trappers, could they?
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Post by gamemastergrimwarden on Nov 12, 2015 20:15:36 GMT
I glanced about the cave, holding my bloody nose.
"Hewwo?" I whispered, a strangely nasal quality to my voice.
There was no reply, only a terrible sense of dread that quickly set upon me. I was afraid! Imagine that, the son of Swecin Trouncy was afraid of something in the dark. Maybe I wasn't cut out for this adventuring business after all. Finally, something from the back of the cage shifted in the darkness,
"Don't look at me…" it whispered, the voice of a small girl.
"Who are you?" I hissed back.
The form shifted again, vaguely humanoid. It turned on its side, and as it did so I caught the glimpse of two, sickly yellow eyes.
Not human at all… I thought.
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Post by Elytra on Nov 13, 2015 19:11:38 GMT
The form pulled itself up to its feet. But it was walking on all four. "Go away... just leave me alone!" the voice whispered. "Who are you!" I called again, quieter than before. "Go away! Go AWAY!" the voice started screaming, waking the men up from their sleep by the cage. "Oi, look at that, Horace. Get the boy out before he gets eaten up." One of the men said to another. "Hey, boy. Come towards the door. We'll get you out." The man said. He reached for his keys.
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Post by Merenwen Inglorion on Nov 14, 2015 6:01:01 GMT
A strange and defiant impulse shook me. "What if I don't want to get out?" The man paused. The keys were left dangling halfway in the lock. "What's that now?" The creature behind me--a dragon, it must be!--snorted. Sparks of sputtering fire fell to the floor of the cage. "You're crazy. Of course you want to get out. Or die." The man finished turning the key... I charged and slammed against the door. Taken by surprise, the man fumbled and flailed beneath me. I took his neck in a grip and wrenched back. His neck didn't pop--his arms were bracing it--but he went limp. The other men were still half-asleep and scrambling for their weapons. To the dragon I shouted, "Go on, run!"
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Post by Elytra on Nov 18, 2015 18:07:57 GMT
((Don't let this die now!)) "Fool!" One of the other men said, blinking his eyes and reaching for a crossbow. The dragon didn't wait. It jumped at the cage door, there it open, and shot into the sky with a roar. "Don't come back!" I shouted at the dragon, who turned and flew away into the glimmers of dawn. I felt a hand grab me and it twisted me around. I looked down the barrel of a loaded crossbow. "Uh... Breakfast anyone?"
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Post by Merenwen Inglorion on Nov 20, 2015 5:42:20 GMT
The thrill of fear of death ran through me. Now I knew why my father lived for dangerous antics. I ducked and struck faster than I ever believed I could. The crossbow fired off into the trees. The man fell to the ground beneath a powerhouse strike. The others, though. I had forgotten about them. They piled atop me. Even with my newfound energy, it was difficult to free myself. I had nearly succeeded, suffering only minor blows, when the energy petered out. In the midst of a strike, I stumbled. The men wasted no time in pinning me and binding me—with chains. A few struck me across the head. I was hauled to my feet and shoved in front of the man who had aimed the crossbow. He nursed his side and seemed to be having trouble breathing. But, he laughed. As much as he could, at least. “Toss him…toss him in. He’ll…sell good. Might make up for…the loss.” The men tossed me back into the cage. One sneered. “We got lots more dragons where that came from, devil boy.” The cage was lifted and placed in the strange thing that had made the tracks I followed. Soon, I was watching the camp vanish behind a wave of vegetation. Where was I going now?
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Post by Merenwen Inglorion on Nov 24, 2015 6:23:19 GMT
[*Prods with a gaffi stick*]
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Post by Elytra on Nov 30, 2015 17:50:02 GMT
The cage rumbled through the bush, snapping trees as we passed. A man walked on a side each, with the third on the grey horse in front of us. They talked in low tones, tones that I couldn't hear. Each man held their weapons close to their sides. There was no way I was going to escape. Finally, we stopped for the day. They gave me a chunk of bread and some water. And then the next day was the same. And the next. And the next.
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Post by Merenwen Inglorion on Dec 1, 2015 6:05:31 GMT
[*pounce* No I haven’t been thinking about a plot, no, not at all… ] I thought the monotony alone would kill me. Then, I thought the noise would. The little town was small, but the people certainly weren’t. Each was a head or so higher than the wagon, and all had voices so boisterous, I thought we would have heard them sooner. Animals nearly as big as the people roamed about. The place smelled awful. What was this? The leader went to an occupied canopy that leaned against a building. He waved to his men. One of my jailers rattled my cage and shouted. “Horace, help me make room!” My cage was hefted further back in the wagon (a strange name for a strange beast). More cages were brought from the canopy. And they were occupied. “Filthy ruffian, don’t touch me!” This captive was black-haired and light skinned, an odd combination. She was wearing the strangest clothing; something blue that went down to her knees. Torn white leggings covered (well, sort of) her down to her feet. And the men were swatting at her. “Leave her alone!” “Eh, shut it, boy.” Nevertheless, they ceased, and the girl’s cage was shoved near mine. She muttered something and glared at the men. Still another was loaded on. She was old, with shriveled skin and wispy hair that hardly qualified as such. Bony arms hung awkwardly to the cage floor. Her prison was jostled so that she crumpled into a painful looking position. “You ----! She’s an old woman, can’t you respect—” “Peace, child.” The lady’s voice was raspy as a snake’s belly. “It is of no consequence.” “Da-- right hag.” The leader came up and smacked the side of the wagon. “We’ve got them! Move along!” “Mother, are you alright?” I reached as well as I could from my cage to hers. My fingers brushed against the bars. The lady looked up. In her eyes was a fire. Dampened, but still a fire. She was a Phoenix.
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Post by Elytra on Dec 6, 2015 17:52:33 GMT
My eyes widened. My heart raced. Could it be one of the Phoenix from long ago? The stories? They could turn into birds whenever something or something happened, I can't remember. But really one of the Phoenix who could do amazing stuff. Wow. The lady saw my shocked amazement. She put a finger to her lips, warning me to quiet down. I turned away in my cage and sat at the back, ignoring the spines poking into me. Horace came lumbering back from the canopy, his hand clutching a bag. From the way it bounced up and down, I could tell that it was gold. "Let's go!" He shouted to the other two men. The wagon lurched forwards, and the cages bounced together. And we were off again.
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Post by Merenwen Inglorion on Dec 8, 2015 5:25:57 GMT
After a day’s journey, the men made camp. They let us have a brief time out of the cage to take care of necessities, then shoved us back inside with a hunk of bread and nearly flat container of water. I pressed my face against the bars and whispered as loud as I dared. “How did you come here?” “I’ll tell you,” the black-haired one hissed. There was a fire in her eyes as well, though not that of the Phoenix. It was anger. “She was sold by her husband, the ----. Didn’t think it enough he’d taken most of her life and her children, he thought to get money out of her.” “Daira.” The old lady’s croak was enough to send the black-haired one silent. “It is done.” “But we must get out!” I’m certain she did not mean to speak as loudly as she did, for both she and the guards started. “No escaping, there’s no hope fer that.” One snarled and hit the cage with the butt of his club. “’Sides, you wouldn’t last a day in the Wild lands.” The guards turned their backs on us. I licked my lips and leaned closer to Daira’s cage. “But I could.”
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Post by Elytra on Dec 8, 2015 8:53:03 GMT
"You could? Really?" Daira asked, a smile on her face. "Err... Yeah. It's kinda easy once you get a the hang if it." "Right. Now we just need a way to get out of the cages." Daira said, her voice getting louder. "Hey, quiet down there!" Horace yelled. "Or we can make you quiet." He gestured to his knife. I shut my mouth, trying to think of a way to how we could get out of this confuddle.
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Post by Aviar Goldeneagle on Dec 9, 2015 20:15:00 GMT
As my brain whirred, trying to think of a solution to the biggest problem I'd ever been in, I looked out through the bars of my cage studying the terrain around us. My eyes went back to the old woman in the other cage... she was a phoenix, right... The light bulb flashed in my head. I had it! Leaning over towards the old woman I spoke in a barely audible whisper. "I have it! I know how we can get out of here! But I'm going to need your help..."
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Post by Merenwen Inglorion on Dec 23, 2015 18:33:18 GMT
After a few days of travel, and acquiring some choice bits of debris, we were ready. Night fell, we were served our ration of water and food. Then, the phoenix went mad. She screeched, veins stretching and spittle flying from her mouth. “Vile villains, troubadours of terror!” Her screech went higher and higher, until nothing she said was intelligible. The guards clasped their hands about their ears. Some fell to their knees. While Daira and I were prepared, we backed away from her. Flames started sparking from the phoenix’s eyes. Her arms extended into graceful wings. She banged and rattled against her cage. It must have hurt, for the bars were old iron. Her wings morphed back and forth to arms. Her cage was removed from the cart, ours by necessity having been removed first. Horace tried to quiet her. It seemed to work. Then, she got worse. Clawing at the men within reach, slicing at the bars so that they weakened. Daira and I began to work at the locks on our cage, alternately keeping our eyes on the men around us. Horace started back. “Bring it out, bring it out!” The men scrambled. They returned bearing a strange device, with which they pricked the phoenix. The phoenix flared, bright and singing. Daira’s door swung open. Then mine. Keeping our heads low to avoid being blinded, we dashed away. When we were within the cover of vegetation, I looked back. The phoenix should have broken free by now.
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Post by Elytra on Dec 30, 2015 19:15:25 GMT
But we were wrong. The men had the device and were pricking her again. The light started fading until we could see the old woman lying there, a few of the cage's bars broken in two. The guards stood around, breathing heavily. They turned to pick up the other cages. "Hey!" Horace yelled. He turned to the phoenix, breathing like a steam train. "You'll pay for that!" He said. Picking up a crossbow from another guard, he turned to the phoenix, raised the crossbow to his shoulder, aimed. Twang! The sound leapt through the forest. The bolt shot out, striking the phoenix through the heart. "No!" Daira screamed. Then the men turned. They saw us. So we ran.
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Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Dec 30, 2015 20:02:39 GMT
Horace's chest heaved with great breaths. He dropped the crossbow and pointed at the escapees. "You two go after them! Don't kill them, bring them back!" As his two men dashed into the woods after the boy and the girl, Horace licked his lips and muttered under his breath. "This is crazy…"
He sat on the ground next to his crossbow and started rewinding it. The phoenix lay nearby, the flame in her eyes extinguished. Horace knew a phoenix's death when he saw it. He'd killed them before.
"I found it," he said quietly, though the phoenix could hear him no longer. "I found it. Isn't that what you wanted?" He curled his fingers like claws. For only a moment, the skin seemed to take on the appearance of scales. "I thought you hated me once. Me, trapped halfway in a human body. Now I know the truth. All your life was devoted to me finding your power. Well, I've found it now."
Leaving his loaded crossbow behind, he drew a knife and scooted closer to the slain phoenix. No human would have been capable of hearing his whisper, and certainly not a dead phoenix. "The power's your blood, Mother. Your blood and mine…together."
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Post by Merenwen Inglorion on Jan 1, 2016 5:27:41 GMT
Daira stumbled a few times, though whether from fear or her lack of sight, I do not know. I managed to lose the men following us, and both Daira and I managed to give them a few knocks before that. One bandit would have a very sore head when he woke. The other would be nursing bruises and a broken nose for quite some time. Now, we caught our breath in the boughs of a tree. Daira sniffled and fiddled with the hem of her torn outfit. “I can’t believe it,” she murmured. “She’s gone.” I offered her what little solace I could with half of a fruit that hung above our heads. She accepted it, alternately mumbling and munching. Leaving her to that, I began thinking ahead. Where would we go now? We were no longer in Bonobon territory, and while the lay of the land was familiar, I had never traveled it myself. I knew of it—beyond this small swath, that is—from only second-hand tales. The rest I knew of from my father’s own experience. “So you’re a savage.” Daira’s odd statement startled me. I cocked my head and scratched my face. “I suppose.” The last of her tears in her eyes were gone, replaced with curiosity. She leaned forward on the bough, keeping a grip with one hand and holding her fruit in the other. “What do you do? I’ve heard that you tame dragons, defy the Cliffs, befriend monsters. Is any of it true?” I munched on my own victuals. “Well…”
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Post by Elytra on Jan 1, 2016 18:36:27 GMT
"Well... The first time I saw a dragon was just before you were captured. It talked to me, and I—" "It talked to you?" Daira's eyes shot wide open. "Yeah? What's so weird about that?" I asked. "They don't talk. Never. They just whine, bark and breath fire till you're running." Daira said. "Weird. Oh, continue." She waved a hand at the ground. "So I said that I hadn't seen a dragon. We do defy the Cliffs, we have special machines that can pull us up. And about the monsters? Leviathan. Skin like a dragon, flippers like a grey spotting turtle. Teeth like daggers... only ten times sharper. Eyes that can freeze your heart if you ain't careful. My father lives for befriending them. So yeah, some of it is true." I sighed, shaking my head. "But I was never allowed to go on any of those adventures. I wasn't old enough." I sighed again. "But when I go back, I'll be allowed to come with them and see the Leviathan. And then I will become a Leviathan tamer. And no one could ask for better."
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Post by Elytra on Jan 19, 2016 7:10:37 GMT
Daira was silent for a moment. A long and extremely awkward moment. "Uh... are we going to move on? We need to go and find the Pheonix. We need to rescue her. Make sure she's still alive." Daira finally said, breaking the silence "Didn't you see? She died! She's as dead as an iron fitting in a door." I said. "I still need to go and look for her. See if she's dead." Daira argued. "Fine. I'll come with you." I said.
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Post by Merenwen Inglorion on Jan 21, 2016 6:16:24 GMT
The entire time I followed—lead, really, since Daira couldn’t read the forest as well as I—the doubts ran through my head. As we went, I described in detail where I saw the arrow pierce. Her retort was that Phoenixes were powerful and magic. She could have survived. Thus ended my first attempt to persuade her otherwise. I tried a different tactic. “Why do you want to get us captured again?” “You’re brilliant!” I blinked and paused in my walking. “What?” “We’ll just get ourselves captured again instead of wasting energy sneaking around, then getting captured anyways.” Her teeth were bared in some semblance of a smile. I had heard of this thing among other people. “Are you…being sarcastic?” Daira leaned close and hissed, “Yeeeessssss, of course I am! We’re just looking. If the body is there, she’s dead. If it’s gone, she’s probably alive and they’re keeping her somewhere else.” “Or they could be…” I grimaced at the picture in my head. “…salvaging her.” “They wouldn’t dare!” Daira shook, her entire body taut. I gestured for her to lower her voice, then shrugged. “It is done to dragons quite often. When we get closer, there are also the searching men to worry about. Your earlier scenario could easily happen.” Daira faltered. “Well…”
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