Fantasy Forum Fun, or that game from the three spells thread.

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I'm cranky and boisterous. I'll also take fire breath and agility in flight. For appearance I'm thinking of being red,  two big black forward pointing bull style horns with a big ol white dragon beard. No spines on my back but have a white mane from my head down my neck similar to a horses. Pale yellow underbelly, just shy of being opaque. The glow of the fires heart can be seen. Long tail that can almost curl completely around him if he was laying down (need a long tail for that agility). Average wingspan. Prefer to walk on all 4s. 

Is that all I need? Was that too much? This is very much a learning experience for me. 

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Are we playing this tonight? Because I'd totally love to be that Prince, but I've got a dinner date later and will be occupied until afterwards.

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Okay then, let's see what I want...

I'll take giggly and jumpy as my personality traits. For my abilities I think I'll have fauna-talking and incredible eyesight. Appearance-wise I'll be about the size of a blackbird, but purple, with an orange beak (not too bright), dark grey legs, and dark blue tips to my wing and tail feathers. Because I like purple and blue :).

I suppose it may seem that I'm not able to post too often over the next few hours, seeing how for you it's probably about 7pm or something. But it's quarter to one in the morning here so I'll be off to bed in a little while - hope that doesn't put me at a disadvantage in terms of possibly being "left behind" if the story carries on without necessarily waiting for everyone to post. But I'm hoping this game will be fun...like a kind of very rules-light tabletop RPG, without even any dice or "proper" character sheets :D.

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We aren't rolling tonight, I got kids to put to bed and sleep to get, so Meerkat can be the kat and Evandan55 rounds out the group as a prince.

Let's hope Foote doesn't like the taste of Prince.  (that is not my rule, my duaghter insists that some dragons like to eat Princes)

BlueHairedMeerkat the Cat: Choose one from each of the four

Personality1:  Aloof, "Rough and tumble", skittery (you like to bolt between hiding places), Bold.

Personality2:  Cowardly, Clumsy, Clean (obsessed with being), Cocky.

Cat powers*:  Invisibility, Pouncing, cleverness, sneaky

Magic Spell:  Summon shiny thing, find small animal, extreme safe fall, make self look scary.

*Cat powers all have a detraction to them.  Invisibility only works if you believe you are invivsible, so your head must be hidden (you can't see anything) and you love to hide, Pouncing means you can basically catch anything, but you also can't resist catching everything.  Cleverness lets you solve riddles, like playing music and figuring out traps and such, you have uncanny detection, but no desire to avoid them, you have to investigate, you also might enjoy singing.  Sneaky lets you find your way into and through anything, but you have to do so, you cannot resist trying.

Evandan55 the Tuxedoed Prince:  Choose one from each of the four.

Personality1:  Charming, Noble, Brave, Wise

Personality2:  unconfident, arrogant, elitist, mischevious

Magic Spell:  Discern North, candlelight, ranged tickle, summon grooming items.

Item:  Magic 8 Ball, sword, indestructible proof of lineage papers, big fancy crown.

Prince is an adolescent, not an adult, you don't have soldiers to help you.

 

Now I need each of you to help create the setting:

Bird:  What is the season and climate?

Dragon:  give me a magical artifact that is used against us.

Cat:  Which of the four heroes starts the story?

Prince:  How will we celebrate when we are done?

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I wanna play!! Can I please be the pony, if the slots aren't already filled? I'll be around for 4 hours or so.

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OK We're going five now.

Silverleaf the magical crochetting pony:  Pick one from each of the four

Personality:  Steadfast, Obediant, Brave, Free-spirited.

Pony Trait:  Royal, Fast, Allergic to Tuxedo's, Strong and Tough.

Magic Spell:  navigate perilous footing, Talk to all Fauna, Find a way out, Healing lick.

Item:  Bell, Magic Brush (of mystery), Pouch of Sugar Cubes, Magic Bridle (Mysterious!)

 

Pony must not let anyone know it has magic.  That is a violation of the way of the Pony.  (like don't let someone see you walking calmy up the near vertical rocky cliff or heal too many wounds with a single lick, and be careful what fauna you talk to.

 

Oh and your question for the setting and story:

What day does our adventure start and on what day does it end? (day of the week)

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All the Characters:  (I'll fill it out as the info comes, once this is filled out we'll start)

Evandan55 the Tuxedoed Prince is a Prince in a Tuxedo.  He is quite the Charmer, though he is rather full of himself.  He always carries his very shiny sword around with him, and would never fail to offer a lady a light.

Foote the Dragon is big and red, he has big black horns on his head and a white mane and beard his underside is a pale yellow but you can tell fire lives in that belly.  He has average wings and a long tail.  He is Cranky and Boisterous (Mood swings?) he breathes fire and can pull off some pretty sweet flying.

Ameena the Bird is a large bird, deep purple with blue on her wingtips (some iridescence I'd wager).  Her beak is orange and sharp, but not as sharp as her eyes.  She has a smart look about her, like she always knows what is going on, and she probably does since she sees everything and listens to everything, no matter what language they speak

BlueHairedMeerkat the Cat is a big orange and gold cat, he isn't easy to find, as he prefers a stealthy vantage point from where to scout his prey.  He has a nearly irresistible need to catch things, and sadly for his targets he doesn't fail very often.  He likes to let people know about his exploits, either gifting his latest catch to a nearby friend, or making a grand show of cleaning his whiskers of its remains.  When bored, he seems to always find a way to amuse himself, there's always something shiney to chase.

Silverleaf the magical crochetting Pony is a credit to her breeding.  She is a tall Mountain pony, and her grey coat is still a little wooly from the winter.  There isn't a more reliable pony, or a quicker one when speed is called for.  People are surprised to see her lovely crochet blanket, since no one knows where it came from.  She has a lovely new saddle and bridle, and a very attractive brush and hoof pick.  She'd love a green apple or a nice brushing, or even a roll in the grass when her day's work is done.

Feel free to read each player's description, I might have left things out that you can use in the game.

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Thank you! It's much appreciated. :slight_smile:

Silverleaf the magical crochetting pony

Personality: Steadfast

Pony Trait: Fast

Magic Spell: Healing Lick

Item: Magic Brush (of mystery)

 

Mysterious. I can do mysterious. And I always wanted an ability called Healing Lick.

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Appearance, which I forgot all about in my excitement.

I'm on the tall side for a pony - one of those hardy mountain types with hairy feet, but with a dished face and high tail carriage that suggests some posh ancestry somewhere down the line. My coat is steel grey and somewhat woolly in winter and if you know where to look, hidden amongst my mane are seven peacock blue hairs. My nose is soft and velvety and I appear very calm most of the time. My favourite food is green apples and my favourite thing to do is roll around on my back on the grass after my saddle's been taken off, before I settle into the serious business of eating all the grass.

I have a smart new saddle and bridle (with no bit - who wants one of those horrible things in their mouth all day?) with a small saddlebag containing my grooming kit and hoof pick, which doubles as a crochet hook. I get itchy if I have to wait too long between brushes.

The adventure starts on a Wednesday, and ends on Tuesday.

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I love you.

 

Evandan55 the Prince

Personality 1: Charming

Personality 2: Arrogant

Magic Spell: Candlelight

Item: Sword

 

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BlueHairedMeerCat:

Personality1:  Skittery

Personality2:  Cocky

Cat powers*:  Pouncing

Magic Spell:  Summon shiny thing (does this net me the shiny of my choice, or just a random shiny object?)

I'm a fairly large ginger animal, who would have a beautiful glossy coat of fur if I could have resisted pouncing on larger cats, angry squirrels or tenacious birds. As is, I'm a rather dishevelled thing, but one with the fundamental belief that I am the finest mouser and grandest feline in this universe and any other.

It's also taking a lot of self-control to not pounce on Ameena...

 

The Prince starts the story.

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It's currently Spring, all lovely and sunny - no April showers or anything. It's that happy sort of "new life" feeling where all the blossoms and stuff are coming out and all the trees and fields and stuff look like something out of a kid's picture book (because I am a happy songbird and would probably get all miserable if it was the middle of December and everythign was bloody freezing) ;).

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Artifact causing us trouble? That might have to be the orb of perpetual itchiness

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We'll need actual names for our characters, just use yours when you post.

And now, the story begins. . .

The sky was a beautiful array of colors, the Prince was staring out across the palace grounds at the skyline.  Something felt off.  The Ball was a success as always, he had danced, flirted and regailed the bevy of princesses as always, but his heart wasn't in it.

"Son, is everything alright?" his mother inquired, "Your absence is causing distress amongst the guests."

"I don't know Mother, something is wrong, I can feel it," he straightened up and turned to face the Queen.  "I'm sorry Mother, I'm forgetting my manners, I will return at once."

"No my son, take some time, I will tell them you were needed by your Father, that should keep the princesses at bay."

He swung over the balcony and climbed down the lattice to the lawn, and started off into the night for a nice walk.

 

Anyone can post next, just join the story.  The plot will get going soon enough.  If you wish to hold off on joining that is cool too, you can join when you want.  Feel free to introduce chaos or plot to the story, that is cool too.  Have fun.

 

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Prince Booker straighted his bow tie, finding his way across the lawn towards the palace garden. Unable to shake the feeling that something was wrong, he knew he would need help from his companions. Something was definitely not right in his world, but he had to make sure he wasn't the only one sensing the disturbance in the air.

Entering the garden, he strode to the very center crosspath in the garden. Scanning the immediate area for others, he found he was alone. He slowly raised his right hand as high as he could, snapping his fingers to produce a small flame just off the tip of his index finger--the signal to summon his most trusted informant and close friend, a large purple bird.

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Jessico Von Whiskers crept along a branch - closer, closer, ever closer to the seemingly oblivious bird. This particular indigo menace had always eluded him, always flown out of his reach just as he was ready to pounce, and had always - always - mocked him for it. He'd show her now though...

Something flickered in the corner of his eye. Turning his head just slightly, he saw the tuxedoed prince, some distance away, casting a small flame. This show had attracted the attention of the damn bird though too, and she took off towards him, and away from Jessico. Bugger.

Ah, well. Jessico leapt out of his perch in the tree. If he couldn't catch Kwee, and now that she was airborne he almost certainly couldn't, he would at least see what was going on that had thwarted him.

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(OOC - I'm the size and shape of a blackbird, not a crow, so I'm not exactly "large" ;))

 

From her perch in her favourite blue-leafed tree, Kwee sings a happy birdy-song to herself about how bright the sky is. She notices a human figure walking across the garden, one which then lights a small flame in its hand. Ooh, yay, it's that human she gets on well with, the one who doesn't mind her coming close and taking to him!

She immediately flits into the air and with a whir of wings makes her way over to the one whose name is Booker. She flies around in front of him and hovers briefly at eye level some distance from his face so that he'll see that she's there.

"Hi!" she says, brightly. as she darts back and forth in front of him "What did you want to talk about today? It's a lovely day, isn't it? Isn't it pretty? Lots of blue sky! And the sun is bright! Excellent flying weather, isn't it? Well, I suppose you wouldn't know because you don't have any wings, but I promise you it's lovely flying weather! See? I'm flying right now! Nearly all the flowers are out, by the way. Did you see? Except for those funny little yellow ones with the blue dots on. Those are still all bunched up, but I think they'll wake up within a day or two. Probably. And then they start growing those little orange berries that I like so much!"

All this takes approximately twelve-and-a-half seconds to say, after which Kwee gives a happy little laugh, flies around in a circle, and then heads over to Booker's hand in the hopes of taking up her usual perch on his fingers.

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It takes Dragons a while to wake up.  One part of them wakes up first, it wakes up another part, that part wakes up another until finally the whole dragon is awake.  Dragons have lots of parts, so they take a while to wake up.

This evening the Dragon's fifth scale to the right of his belly line woke up first.  It was itchy.  It was very itchy.  The itchy scale bumped its neighbor, who bumped its neighbor, who was also itchy, and woke up the skin underneath it.  That skin twitched and woke up a muscle.  By the time the sun had started to set two thirds of the Dragon's belly was awake, one of his horns, his fire pouch, his front right leg and half of his tail.

All of them were itchy.

Now a half awake Dragon with the itches is a funny sight, but even more so when the Dragon's brain is still asleep.  There was much rolling and twitching and half of an awake tail sending the sleeping half flying all about.  There were even some fire snorts.  By the time the Dragon's brain woke up the sun had nearly set.

The twitching stopped, the Dragon thought, and felt.  Through the itches he could feel something was off, over near his left rear leg.  A small indentation about the size of a walnut where there shouldn't have been one.  The great beast roared and swung around, almost fully awake now.  Something was missing.  One of his treasures was missing.

Now you may wonder how a great beast covered in scales would notice a misplaced treasure the size of a walnut, esp. when he had been thrashing about for almost an hour.

Well Dragons, you see are very particular about their treasure, and even when they have stomping fire snorting fights they never upset their treasure.  It simply isn't done.

The great red Dragon cast a dragon snort spell, and in a little puff of smoke a dragon book appeared before him, and he started blowing through the pages.

There it was, item 8703Y Division A4, sub-division TT5, small objects.  One night stone, purple and grey with a hint of green deep inside it.

He looked around and sniffed for clues but even with his sharp eyes he was just too big to be of any use searching for clues.  He would need help; and a bath.  Boy did he itch.

 

 

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[So, err, I wrote that intending it to be you, and then on the off-chance that you'd get annoyed at me placing your character where I wanted her to be, so I changed it to a random bird… I shall put it back how it was now :P]

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Rowan was bored.

Things had been very dull since the Prince's expensive new grown-up stallion had arrived in the royal stableyard two weeks ago, all flashy black coat and long legs and iron shoes striking sparks from the cobblestones as he pranced around showing off, pretending to be spirited and nervous and thoroughly impressing all the stupid grooms.

"I'm sorry, Rowan," the prince had whispered to her. "My father insisted that a prince needs a proper war horse. I have to ride Malcolm so people see a real adult prince, not a child on a pony. You do understand, right? You know you'll always be my favourite." Rowan had nuzzled his shoulder in response, still seeing the little boy she'd schooled patiently until he was the best horseman in the Kingdom, and leaving a green blob of slime on his lapel. Mostly deliberately. She longed to speak to him and reveal that she was a magic pony who could be of great help to him, but magic ponies aren't allowed to let anyone know that they can talk and they certainly shouldn't share the secret of their magic.

Since then Rowan had lived in the paddock. It was a beautiful spring (and the grass was picking up nicely) and she was well cared for, but there were no more exciting rides through the beech woods or gallops on the moors. Prince Booker visited every day, but it wasn't the same.

She had to admit though, he did look very dashing on his new mount.

She also had to admit that she was developing a rather large crush on Malcolm, even though he was vain, stupid, and completely self-obsessed.

And what kind of ridiculous name was Malcolm, anyway?