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Of altonianic islands

Budgie Snugglers wrote:Erotic roleplay.

That entire region is gonna get the ban hammer soon enough. I ain't touching that wasp nest with a 10 foot pole.

Hoffania and Vrakenalk

Vrakenalk

Budgie Snugglers wrote:Erotic roleplay.

I am utterly repulsed.

They’re probably all some 7-year olds that think their filthy jokes are the best. You should see some of their posts on the forum.

ALSO! I’m starting a character series to show Vrakenalk and it’s people in more depth. Including the fight against the current regime.

Wagner and Alfrecht were once irrespirable, they marched together, ate together, fought together.... died together...

Yet both had despised each other. Wagner was conscripted, he hated his country, he hated its ideology, everything about it, but was never vocal. Whilst Alfrecht was boisterous about his pride of being Vraken and had ran away from his home to join the army.

Yet how had these two opposites become so attached to each other? It started under the cherry tree.

Read factbook

Vrakenalk wrote:I am utterly repulsed.

They’re probably all some 7-year olds that think their filthy jokes are the best. You should see some of their posts on the forum.

ALSO! I’m starting a character series to show Vrakenalk and it’s people in more depth. Including the fight against the current regime.

Wagner and Alfrecht were once irrespirable, they marched together, ate together, fought together.... died together...

Yet both had despised each other. Wagner was conscripted, he hated his country, he hated its ideology, everything about it, but was never vocal. Whilst Alfrecht was boisterous about his pride of being Vraken and had ran away from his home to join the army.

Yet how had these two opposites become so attached to each other? It started under the cherry tree.

Read factbook

That's a really neat idea! :D

Hoffania, Kraljevstvo IV, and Vrakenalk

Hardbassschool

Of altonianic islands wrote:The villagers backed up slowly.

"You speak the language of the Algonquin?"

"Yes, apparently I am the son of the Wolf God Maheegan. And I need to find someone named Achak."

"We haven't seen Achak in the 6 days you've been asleep. After he purged the other members of your troop, you disappeared into thin air."

"Well, I need to find hi-"

*Achak walks into the clearing*

"Well that was easier done than said."

"I was told by the wolf god Maheegan that I need to forge alliances with the white men."

*Achak notices Timothy*

"And who might this be?"

Hoffania, Kraljevstvo IV, and Vrakenalk

Of altonianic islands

Of altonianic islands wrote:The hunter treaded softly in the silent, moonlit forest. The hunter was supposedly stalking his prey . . . but in actuality, the hunter was the prey.

Hardbassschool wrote:The hunter walked close to a river, glowing in the moonlight. He knelt down to get a drink. He didn't notice the monster not 10 feet behind him...

Bribillichnoveroloriland wrote:With a screech too horrible for words, the Wendigo attacked . . . but the hunter was prepared. With the flash of a silver knife, black blood sprayed. The monster hunter turned back to the river. Time to clear out the rest of the nest . . .

Of altonianic islands wrote:The Native American hunter stalked his prey. In this world, all those monsters from our mythology are real. More than just simple nightmares stalk the darkness, in a world where faded dreams are the reality. He shook off his thoughts, and continued his careful walk, towards Kazad-Suy - the ancient burial site where the rest of the wretched monsters lived.

Hoffania wrote:He reaches the cemetery, creeping up on it slowly. As he nears a break in the bushes, a stick snaps under his foot. Wait, no...
Behind him.

He whips around with his knife, and manages to slay it, but then another grabs him from behind!

Of altonianic islands wrote:He writhes around, and manages to stab the Wendigo right through the eye.

"Maybe I shouldn't have come here alone." The hunter thought to himself.

He carried on. He needed to save the members of his village, and he didn't have much time left.

Galahadi wrote:He reached the burial mound without further incident. Time for the hard part. He entered the darkened crypt, prepared for the worst from these horrid monsters.

Hardbassschool wrote:As he entered, he unslung his bow, and strung a silver arrow dipped in mandrake oil across the string. Time to do so monster killing While he might've been good with a knife, nothing compared to his skill with a bow. 1 shot, 2 shot, 3 shot, 4! All in the space of a dozen seconds. The monsters that survived the initial wounds started writing around as the poison took affect.

Hoffania wrote:Soon enough, they were all dead. Well, whatever passed for dead for these godforsaken creatures. He left the crypt, and continued back to his village. Almost there, he saw a faint glow on the horizon...

Of altonianic islands wrote:The people he saved from the ruined crypt were with him as well. Half of the village had been taken . . . a quarter made it out. The hunter's name was Achak, and he was the tribe's shaman. The only reason there were any survivors was his knowledge of the occult. He, along with the warriors of the tribe, had fought against the Wendigos when they attacked their village, but had suffered heavy losses. The only survivors had been a handful of warriors, and the women and children who hadn't been taken.

"What is that strange glow?" Achak wondered. One word was summoned into his mind. Fire

"Everyone! Run to save the village!"

Bribillichnoveroloriland wrote:But they were too late. Their European enemies, who's negligence of the old ways were causing these catastrophes, were already sacking it.

Hoffania wrote:His arrow pierced the heck of one of the pillagers and he was nocking a second one, when the blast of light and sound came from one of their sticks. No! With those, there would be no stopping them. And yet, he had to try.

Bribillichnoveroloriland wrote:Being a shaman had some benefits; while he had already spent a lot of his power hunting the Wendigos, he could at the very least make them pay. With vengeance the only thought in his mind, he summoned the power of the forest. The white men were destroyed in an instant of raw power, while the village continued to burn. From there, he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

*3 Days Later*

Achak awoke from his slumber, in the ruins of one of the buildings. He could hear the hustle and bustle of life from outside the walls, and he got and up, and stepped out the door . . .

Hoffania wrote:It was a village, but not like any he had seen before. Instead of the traditional wood buildings, these were huge, easily the size of the longhouse in his village. He saw one building, with a main box-like part, but at the front, something that looked like a giant spear, with a cross on it. He turned around, and saw huge... things in the water, like the canoes in his village, but a hundred times bigger, and with huge white things on top of more spears. He heard whispering around him...

Libera-mercatum oeconomia wrote:Soon a crowd formed around the disheveled shaman. The bright lights of this unfamiliar place overwhelmed him, and... what were they wearing?
In Achak's mind, he was not the insane one.
By this time, the crowd had grown and were edging closer to him. Overwhelmed, Achak notched an arrow, and the crowd edged back, panicked. Sensing their hesitation, he ran to the dock's housing the unfamiliar things. Achak climbed up onto one of the large, inanimate, white beasts in the water, having lost the crowd.

Where the hell was he?

Hoffania wrote:A shot rang out, and the wood near him splintered. One of the crowd tried to talk to him, but it was an alien language to him. He looked to the right and saw a full legion of the men with thunder sticks running towards him, there had to have been at least twenty. He focused, concentrating on his powers...

CRACK

Of altonianic islands wrote:The forest spirits answered his call

The forest surrounding the village encroached at an unnatural rate, vines and roots surging throughout the village, toppling buildings as if in an earthquake.

I have to find my village, He thought to himself.

Turning away from the carnage and confusion he caused, he ran off into the woods. Once he was in a secluded enough area, a small cave, he opened his mind to one of the myriad birds flying in the evening sky. Where is my village? The bird flew, and he saw. His village was about 15 miles away, due north. But where were the people? The village was empty! Exhausted, he decided to get some sleep . . .

Hoffania wrote:In his dreams, a giant wolf came to him. Achak, it said. Your world is in danger. The creatures are only rising more, and you alone cannot stop them. You must seek out the white men, only by banding together may you survive

Hardbassschool wrote:He continued to dream.

"Should I find my people first?"

"All will come in time, my son. You must forge an alliance with the white men first."

"Who are you?"

"I am Maheegan, father of all wolves. You are my child in spirit, if not in blood and bone."

"How will I accomplish your task?"

"That is not for me to say. But regardless, my time grows short."

"How do I gain the help of the white men, when I don't even speak their language?"

"That is a legitimate concern . . . let me teach you."

When the shaman woke up a few hours later, he was fully versed in English.

Vrakenalk wrote:In the ruins of the Village, there remains one European.... unconscious.... the remaining villagers stare and gawp are him...

Galahadi wrote:He too was dreaming of a wolf. The wolf god Maheegan. He had much the same conversation with the God as Achak had. He too had the spirit of the wolf in him; indeed, he and Achak were spirit brothers. He learned the language of the Algonquin while he slept. His name was Timothy Sutton, and he was about to be very, very important.

Of altonianic islands wrote:The villagers backed up slowly.

"You speak the language of the Algonquin?"

"Yes, apparently I am the son of the Wolf God Maheegan. And I need to find someone named Achak."

Hardbassschool wrote:"We haven't seen Achak in the 6 days you've been asleep. After he purged the other members of your troop, you disappeared into thin air."

"Well, I need to find hi-"

*Achak walks into the clearing*

"Well that was easier done than said."

"I was told by the wolf god Maheegan that I need to forge alliances with the white men."

*Achak notices Timothy*

"And who might this be?"

I'm enjoying this story a whole lot more than the last one, it's far less disjointed. I'm interested to see where this'll go!!

Also, for the benefit of the story contributors who weren't there for the last one, and for anyone interested, here is the complete previous story:

THE STORY (COMPLETED)...

Agalaesia wrote:The wind whispered around the trees as the ginger haired girl stepped onto the moist ground of the forest.

The final sith order wrote:The girl thought that tree was odd. Why did it have no memes?

Of altonianic islands wrote:The tree thought the girl was odd. Being an anime girl must be a bizarre lifestyle.

Hoffania wrote:Continuing through the forest, the girl noticed a creek, but that wasn’t what she noticed about it. No, what she noticed was in the bottom of the creek, for the item at the bottom was shining...

Split in Story

Story A

Of altonianic islands wrote:The girl, who, by the way, had raven black hair and a fiery temperament, reached into the stream . . .
The item she pulled out was beautiful, a polished sword of burnished steel. The hilt of the sword said it's name was Arcturus.

Hoffania wrote:“Arcturus, eh?” the girl mused to herself. Something about that name rung a bell. After a minute of thinking, she decided to try and remember later. After all, it was getting late, and she needed to find shelter.

Thepeopl wrote: She brushed off and wanted to walk further, when suddenly the sword was very heavy. Even pulling her to the ground.

Hoffania wrote:As the sword touched the ground, it created a portal, pulling her into another dimension. As she got her bearings, she saw she was standing in a ransacked house, with a surprises looking ginger girl standing in front of a weapons rack.

Of altonianic islands wrote:"Quick, get inside. The Jabberwocky is due any minute now." The ginger girl had an air of urgency.
"Pardon me?" The protagonist asked in confusion.
"I'll update you when we get inside, but we need to move. NOW!"

Hoffania wrote:Bewildered, the black-haired girl followed the ginger, taking a knife as she was led to a hatch. As the hatch opened, the ginger jumped down it, followed by the still confuse black-haired girl. The hatch shut behind them, and a light turned on, revealing a cavernous room with food and water. “My name’s Esmerelda,” said the ginger. “Yours?”

Of altonianic islands wrote:"My name is Rowena. Now, tell me, what is going on?!"

"11 years ago, a dark necromancer named Cruella DeVille summoned the dead at the fallen city of Angband, and the world has been plunged into darkness. Most heroes died, and the ones that remained were consistently defeated. But the worst was yet to come. DeVille, despite ruling the world through a haze of terror, wanted more power. So, she summoned an old one, a black skeletal dragon, known only as the Jabberwocky. The only blade that can kill it is Arcturus, but that sword is in the possession of DeVille. Or, should I say, was, as she has joined the pile of bones the Jabberwocky sleeps on. Without that blade, the world is doomed to a hundred millennia of death and destruction."

Bribillichnoveroloriland wrote:"Well, fancy that." Rowena pulls out Arcturus. Guess what the name of my sweet magical sword is?
*Arcturus glows softly with an aura of power*

Of altonianic islands wrote:Esmerelda looks at the blade in wonder.
"The prophecy . . . you are the chosen one!"

She closes her eyes, as if in memory.

"Trust the one with raven-esque hair,
The one who'll slay death's stare,
The one with the blade,
Shall surely slay,
The creature from the night that stalks us.

You are the chosen one! Come, quickly, I have someone you need to meet"

Split in Story
Story Aa

The final sith order wrote:Then, from nowhere, a giant eraser from a pencil appears, erasing everything. For Esmeralda, this was the creature. Smart move, she thought, for the monster to strike the protagonist early to win early.

For Rowena, she would’ve regretted thinking that word. Outside, the night would go a bright with an holy light. Either it was that or nuclear fire from the pencil that drew it.

But it had no point. Everything was at the verge of breaking now. And it was all because of one writer deciding to be the jerk and throwing everything off, then the monster thought to himself...

“Hoho, hope this won’t connect timelines!”

As he was thinking, the earth was trembling and tearing apart, become whiter as paper but shiny as a light.

Then the writer realized, he broke the fourth wall!

Perhaps too aggressively and chaotic, he did...

But this isn’t the end of all. The writer had fled the scene, leaving destruction at their wake. The Warrior knows what her duty is, and for the other one...

Bribillichnoveroloriland wrote:Rowena was startled by the explosion. She looked up into the sky - and saw that the sky was bleeding red with nuclear hellfire.

How do you fight a God in our world? She though helplessly.

Above the sounds of the deaths of millions, Esmerelda tries to get Rowena's attention -
"Arcturus is the PORTAL SWORD! Use it to get beyond the Fourth Wall and into the realm of the Gods! Only you can save us now! Rewrite history, and save us!"

Of altonianic islands wrote:With a peal of thunder, Rowena tried to concentrate. She had no friggin idea how to operate this sword. So, she waved it around a lot, repeated "Mumbo Jumbo" three times, and BAM! A portal was created to beyond the Fourth Wall.

"What about the Jabberwocky?"
"My guess is it's already dead. The main explosion came from near its den."
"Would you like to come with me? Please?"
"I'm sorry Rowena, my place is here."

And with that, Rowena, unsure of what she'd find on the other side, bedraggled and burned, jumped through the portal . . . right onto Fifth Avenue, Manhattan, New York City . . .

Bribillichnoveroloriland wrote:She was startled by the hubbub of the city, but only momentarily. No-one on the sidewalk even batted an eye . . . they were true New Yorkers.

She repeated the magic words, and the sword lit up; She knew just where she needed to go. She walked along the bustling sidewalk, a penthouse down the road at 725 5th Ave, New York, NY 10022. Who knew what she would find there - but she knew that, whatever it was, there would be a truly epic showdown . . .

As Rowena nears the address, she has a sudden chill. The Final Confrontation is going to happen soon . . .

Of altonianic islands wrote:Little did she know, that was actually the address to Trump Tower! (OOC; Nice touch BTW) As she took the elevator up to the penthouse, what she was not expecting was a semi-beautiful Slovakian with an Eastern European accent.
"So, you found me. I must say, I'm impressed. It was a mistake to write in a blade that can go into our world."
"Fix our world, or I'll kill you, you monster!"
"Oh, you pathetic, poorly written character. Story characters can't leave their stories! You are still in a story, I'm just in here with you."
"What? I don't understand!"
"If you kill me, nothing will change. I'll just write in a duplicate of myself to continue to torment you."
"Nooooo!"
Rowena charges Mrs. Trump, stabbing her through the heart. Just then, the door opens, and Mrs. Trump walks into the room. Rowena looks back at the body, and it's gone.
"Now then, how about I write YOU out of the story."
"Noooooo-"
And Rowena was no more. The world back in the other dimension continued to decay, until the tortured world burned in the eternal flames of a fireplace in Manhattan.

THE END

Story Ab

Bribillichnoveroloriland wrote:Rowena follows Esmerelda, through the surrounding fields of decay, to a lonely rock outcropping. Who could it be that Esmerelda is taking her to meet?

Of altonianic islands wrote:Esmerelda leads here to the base of the outcropping, down into the cave. After a few hundred feet, the narrow passageway opened up into a small hall.

"These are the Knights of the Round Table. Or, at least, what's left of them."
There are only 4 knights in the congregation.
"Esmerelda! Who have you brought into our hall?!"
"Hello King Galahad. I have brought the chosen one, the one the prophecy foretold. I have brought the bearer of Arcturus!

Hoffania wrote:“Well then, show us this power!”
“I, er, don’t really know how, is the thing”
“Well then, that isn’t good. A prophecy blade without a trained wielder? Hmm. Well, we’ll have to train you then.”

Bribillichnoveroloriland wrote:*a training montage ensues*
3 weeks later
King Galahad calls Rowena into the throne room.
"You are finally ready to face the Jabberwocky, and save our world. You, Rowena, are a strange one. It appears the sword transported you here on its own, to save us. Why, we likely will never know, but rest assured it was a good thing. Once you slay the wicked beast, you can choose to stay, and serve as a Knight of the Roundtable, or go back to your realm. Regardless, I hereby knight you. Stand, Lady Rowena! Stand, and get out of my throne room, since you, my fine friend, have a monster to slay!"

As Rowena leaves the throne room, she has a sudden chill. The Final Confrontation is going to happen soon . . .

Of altonianic islands wrote:Rowena eagerly left the throne room. She used the sword's abilities to teleport herself to the base of the mountain the Jabberwocky called home. She snuck into the den. It was sleeping...
"Die foul beast!" Rowena cried, as she cut right through it's head, with a snicker-snack. Then . .. things began to get weird. A vortex, a black hole of evil, was created. It swiftly sucked every last evil thing in the den into it's maw. The body of the Jabberwocky, and the bodies of it's innumerable victims, gone. Then, it sucked every last trace of the past 11 years of evil from the world. The grass was green again, and everyone rejoiced.

Rowena decided to stay in the dimension she saved, ultimately ruling side by side with King Galahad, as Queen of the Earth. For the next millennium, there was peace and happiness throughout the land.

THE END

Story B

Thepeopl wrote:A fox shaped purple gemstone. Oh no! Not again. Grandmother Samsin needed her, again. The nine tails swished indignantly. Being a Kumiho, she had to obey.

Hoffania wrote:Scurrying home, she expected to see a warm glow in the windows and smoke coming out of the chimney, as this was about the time Grandmother set the fireplace alight. Instead, she saw broken windows and smoke coming out of all the wrong places, as well as bloody paw prints leading toward town...

Thepeopl wrote:Oh no! My sisters have been captured. They are too young to transform into human form. She dashed inside to see what could be salvaged of her weapons.

Hoffania wrote:Not much of anything, she was afraid, but then, the purple gemstone started tugging at her hand. She let it pull her to a niche in the wall, that, when she put the gemstone in, slid open with a burst of magic energy. Spears, armor, but in the center, a sword with the label Arcturus

Of altonianic islands wrote:The girl reached for the blade. On the hilt there was a fox shaped opening . . . the perfect size for the gemstone. She placed the gem into the slot, and time began to slow . . .

Hoffania wrote:As time stopped entirely, apparitions, as purple as the gemstone appeared. She saw Grandmother making stew, with her sisters sitting at the table. Suddenly, two more kumihos burst in, showing an official-looking piece of paper. The King? Oh, no. No no no no.

Of altonianic islands wrote:The girl looks at the kumihos, and asks them what is going on. . .

Bribillichnoveroloriland wrote:The kumihos look at the girl, sizing her up.
"You must come with us. The King needs you!"

Of altonianic islands wrote:"Alright. Just tell me where my family is."

"You are not in a place to bargain. We could kill you in a second."

Just then, Rowena remembers where she heard the name Arcturus before . . .

Bribillichnoveroloriland wrote:"You don't have the power you think you have. This is no ordinary sword in my hands - this is Arcturus, the Demon Slayer, and it has the Fox Hyimer, a gemstone cut from pure magic, in it's hilt. Now then. Tell me why I must see your King.

Of altonianic islands wrote:Instantly, the kumihos lose their threatening demeanor, and begin begging for their lives.
"We kidnapped your family. The King of the Kumihos needs human souls for . . . something."
"Something?"
"Look, it's way above our pay grade. Please don't kill us."
"I won't kill you, provided you take me to your King. Well, what are we waiting for?"
The girl gestures with the sword.

Hoffania wrote:Suddenly, time restarted, and the apparitions disappeared. Cow dung.
As she stepped outside, though, there was a set of purple paw prints leading into the forest, the opposite direction of the bloody paw prints...

Bribillichnoveroloriland wrote:Using here tracking skills, and with the help of the magic blade, she runs after them. After three days of non stop running, she nears the Kumiho King's ethereal palace where here family, and likely countless others, are being held for a nefarious . . . something.

As the girl stands atop a rock outcropping, looking over the palace, she has a sudden chill. The Final Confrontation is going to happen soon . . .

Of altonianic islands wrote:Using the Demon Blade, she smashed the gates open. She targeted and killed every single attacking Kumiho, until they were all cowering in submittance. From there, she walked into the palace, straight into the throne room.
"Who dares disrupt the doings of the King of the Kumihos?!"
"I do! My name is Rowena, and I am here to save my family."
"Very well. Take them, but do not take anyone else. The are necessary."
"What are you doing with them?!"
"I am bleeding them of their magical power, so I can take over the world! Now, leave me."
"Do you not recognize Arcturus, you senile fool?!"
"Girl, if that was really Arcturus, I'd be dead."
"As you wish."
A bolt of arcane energy shot from the sword, breaking the Kumiho into a trillion atomic shards.
"Now then," Rowena muttered to herself. "Let's free everyone trapped here."
And so she did, and she and her family lived happily ever after.

THE END

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Hoffania, Of altonianic islands, Aandruzognivia, and Kraljevstvo IV

Hardbassschool wrote:"We haven't seen Achak in the 6 days you've been asleep. After he purged the other members of your troop, you disappeared into thin air."

"Well, I need to find hi-"

*Achak walks into the clearing*

"Well that was easier done than said."

"I was told by the wolf god Maheegan that I need to forge alliances with the white men."

*Achak notices Timothy*

"And who might this be?"

"My name is Timothy Sutton, and I believe if what Maheegan has told me is true, we are spirit brothers. He taught me Algonquin, and he taught you English. Together we are going to save the world from the oncoming darkness."

"That we are." He turns to the surrounding villagers. "What is the situation with the village? Is everybody alright?"

"We are fine. We lost about half of our population, but with your help we will rebuild."

Achak nods. "Come on Timothy, lets save the world."

Hoffania, Of altonianic islands, and Kraljevstvo IV

Of altonianic islands wrote:1. Africa is not a country, it's a continent with a bunch of countries.
2. Get your grammar right, capital Is, capitalize FBI, and put commas between nations.
3. The FBI doesn't have a 1-10 danger rating.
4.Syria and Afghanistan are about the least secure countries in the world. Better off in France, they don't have an extradition treaty.

i purposely did that to piss you off so i can laugh at you, a grown person who is an adult correct someone that they dont know

Tribe 1 wrote:i purposely did that to piss you off so i can laugh at you, a grown person who is an adult correct someone that they dont know

Probably not a great idea, child.

Vrakenalk

Galahadi wrote:"My name is Timothy Sutton, and I believe if what Maheegan has told me is true, we are spirit brothers. He taught me Algonquin, and he taught you English. Together we are going to save the world from the oncoming darkness."

"That we are." He turns to the surrounding villagers. "What is the situation with the village? Is everybody alright?"

"We are fine. We lost about half of our population, but with your help we will rebuild."

Achak nods. "Come on Timothy, lets save the world."

*two weeks later*
Alright, Timothy, we need to go hunting now. The supplies are running low.”
As they’re hunting, Timothy scares away the prey multiple times, leaving them with nothing.
“Tim, have you ever been hunting?”
“...no”

Alright, I can’t post again till tomorrow. Goodnight everybody!

Aandruzognivia, Thepeopl, Kraljevstvo IV, and Vrakenalk

Fitzgeraldland

Chevrolet took my child away from me

Hoffania, Of altonianic islands, Aandruzognivia, Kraljevstvo IV, and 1 otherVrakenalk

Of altonianic islands

Tribe 1 wrote:i purposely did that to piss you off so i can laugh at you, a grown person who is an adult correct someone that they dont know

Kraljevstvo IV wrote:Probably not a great idea, child.

I get that the Rejected Realms needs to exist as a harbor for mostly good people and a handful of degenerates, but God I want to get rid of you. Thanks Kral for the support.

Fitzgeraldland, Hoffania, Aandruzognivia, Kraljevstvo IV, and 2 othersBribillichnoveroloriland, and Vrakenalk

Of altonianic islands wrote:I get that the Rejected Realms needs to exist as a harbor for mostly good people and a handful of degenerates, but good I want to get rid of you. Thanks Kral for the support.

Oh no i'm ganged what ever will I do?

Of altonianic islands wrote:I get that the Rejected Realms needs to exist as a harbor for mostly good people and a handful of degenerates, but good I want to get rid of you. Thanks Kral for the support.

You’d think our region would be a cesspit of Fascists and Spammers, but really, it’s the best region I’ve ever encountered :D

Hoffania, Of altonianic islands, and Aandruzognivia

Of altonianic islands

Tribe 1 wrote:Oh no i'm ganged what ever will I do?

Ignored, have a horrible day.

Hoffania, Aandruzognivia, and Vrakenalk

Aandruzognivia

Of altonianic islands wrote:I get that the Rejected Realms needs to exist as a harbor for mostly good people and a handful of degenerates, but good I want to get rid of you. Thanks Kral for the support.

Honestly, who doesn't want to get rid of him and his gaymer juice?

Hoffania, Of altonianic islands, Kraljevstvo IV, and Vrakenalk

Vrakenalk

Tribe 1 wrote:Oh no i'm ganged what ever will I do?

Go and buzz off.
(Just as I said we were really nice XD)

Hoffania, Of altonianic islands, and Aandruzognivia

Aandruzognivia

Vrakenalk wrote:Go and buzz off.
(Just as I said we were really nice XD)

We're nice to nice people (and funny trolls), just not to jerks who think they can do whatever they want without resection.

Hoffania, Of altonianic islands, and Vrakenalk

Of altonianic islands

Vrakenalk wrote:You’d think our region would be a cesspit of Fascists and Spammers, but really, it’s the best region I’ve ever encountered :D

This post really brings me back. I remember back in my old, medium sized region I was a political heavyweight. Man, those were the days! That region was full of political instability, with more coups than I can count. My very first posts in this region are from those days. Eventually, things settled down. I was reelected as Prime Minister a few times, and it got incredibly boring. Little to no activity, almost nothing going on. It was at that point that I decided to move here. I've looked back a few times, but it was mostly to remember. I like it a lot here. Best region on the site :D

Hoffania, Aandruzognivia, Kraljevstvo IV, and Vrakenalk

Bribillichnoveroloriland

Of altonianic islands wrote:This post really brings me back. I remember back in my old, medium sized region I was a political heavyweight. Man, those were the days! That region was full of political instability, with more coups than I can count. My very first posts in this region are from those days. Eventually, things settled down. I was reelected as Prime Minister a few times, and it got incredibly boring. Little to no activity, almost nothing going on. It was at that point that I decided to move here. I've looked back a few times, but it was mostly to remember. I like it a lot here. Best region on the site :D

I started playing, and got involved for a little bit in Karma. Then I got sucked into The Embassy's TourAdvisor program. Did that for a while, then completely lost interest in the game for a while. Eventually I came here. Then I CTE'd, went to Osiris, stayed there for a bit, CTE'd again, and then not even 24 hours ago refounded. It was a huge matter of luck that Of altonianic islands choose today of all days to tag me. If he hadn't, I probably would've sunk right back into inactivity.

Hoffania, Of altonianic islands, Aandruzognivia, Thepeopl, and 1 otherKraljevstvo IV

Of altonianic islands wrote:I'm enjoying this story a whole lot more than the last one, it's far less disjointed. I'm interested to see where this'll go!!

Also, for the benefit of the story contributors who weren't there for the last one, and for anyone interested, here is the complete previous story:

THE STORY (COMPLETED)...

Agalaesia wrote:The wind whispered around the trees as the ginger haired girl stepped onto the moist ground of the forest.

The final sith order wrote:The girl thought that tree was odd. Why did it have no memes?

Of altonianic islands wrote:The tree thought the girl was odd. Being an anime girl must be a bizarre lifestyle.

Hoffania wrote:Continuing through the forest, the girl noticed a creek, but that wasn’t what she noticed about it. No, what she noticed was in the bottom of the creek, for the item at the bottom was shining...

Split in Story

Story A

Of altonianic islands wrote:The girl, who, by the way, had raven black hair and a fiery temperament, reached into the stream . . .
The item she pulled out was beautiful, a polished sword of burnished steel. The hilt of the sword said it's name was Arcturus.

Hoffania wrote:“Arcturus, eh?” the girl mused to herself. Something about that name rung a bell. After a minute of thinking, she decided to try and remember later. After all, it was getting late, and she needed to find shelter.

Thepeopl wrote: She brushed off and wanted to walk further, when suddenly the sword was very heavy. Even pulling her to the ground.

Hoffania wrote:As the sword touched the ground, it created a portal, pulling her into another dimension. As she got her bearings, she saw she was standing in a ransacked house, with a surprises looking ginger girl standing in front of a weapons rack.

Of altonianic islands wrote:"Quick, get inside. The Jabberwocky is due any minute now." The ginger girl had an air of urgency.
"Pardon me?" The protagonist asked in confusion.
"I'll update you when we get inside, but we need to move. NOW!"

Hoffania wrote:Bewildered, the black-haired girl followed the ginger, taking a knife as she was led to a hatch. As the hatch opened, the ginger jumped down it, followed by the still confuse black-haired girl. The hatch shut behind them, and a light turned on, revealing a cavernous room with food and water. “My name’s Esmerelda,” said the ginger. “Yours?”

Of altonianic islands wrote:"My name is Rowena. Now, tell me, what is going on?!"

"11 years ago, a dark necromancer named Cruella DeVille summoned the dead at the fallen city of Angband, and the world has been plunged into darkness. Most heroes died, and the ones that remained were consistently defeated. But the worst was yet to come. DeVille, despite ruling the world through a haze of terror, wanted more power. So, she summoned an old one, a black skeletal dragon, known only as the Jabberwocky. The only blade that can kill it is Arcturus, but that sword is in the possession of DeVille. Or, should I say, was, as she has joined the pile of bones the Jabberwocky sleeps on. Without that blade, the world is doomed to a hundred millennia of death and destruction."

Bribillichnoveroloriland wrote:"Well, fancy that." Rowena pulls out Arcturus. Guess what the name of my sweet magical sword is?
*Arcturus glows softly with an aura of power*

Of altonianic islands wrote:Esmerelda looks at the blade in wonder.
"The prophecy . . . you are the chosen one!"

She closes her eyes, as if in memory.

"Trust the one with raven-esque hair,
The one who'll slay death's stare,
The one with the blade,
Shall surely slay,
The creature from the night that stalks us.

You are the chosen one! Come, quickly, I have someone you need to meet"

Split in Story
Story Aa

The final sith order wrote:Then, from nowhere, a giant eraser from a pencil appears, erasing everything. For Esmeralda, this was the creature. Smart move, she thought, for the monster to strike the protagonist early to win early.

For Rowena, she would’ve regretted thinking that word. Outside, the night would go a bright with an holy light. Either it was that or nuclear fire from the pencil that drew it.

But it had no point. Everything was at the verge of breaking now. And it was all because of one writer deciding to be the jerk and throwing everything off, then the monster thought to himself...

“Hoho, hope this won’t connect timelines!”

As he was thinking, the earth was trembling and tearing apart, become whiter as paper but shiny as a light.

Then the writer realized, he broke the fourth wall!

Perhaps too aggressively and chaotic, he did...

But this isn’t the end of all. The writer had fled the scene, leaving destruction at their wake. The Warrior knows what her duty is, and for the other one...

Bribillichnoveroloriland wrote:Rowena was startled by the explosion. She looked up into the sky - and saw that the sky was bleeding red with nuclear hellfire.

How do you fight a God in our world? She though helplessly.

Above the sounds of the deaths of millions, Esmerelda tries to get Rowena's attention -
"Arcturus is the PORTAL SWORD! Use it to get beyond the Fourth Wall and into the realm of the Gods! Only you can save us now! Rewrite history, and save us!"

Of altonianic islands wrote:With a peal of thunder, Rowena tried to concentrate. She had no friggin idea how to operate this sword. So, she waved it around a lot, repeated "Mumbo Jumbo" three times, and BAM! A portal was created to beyond the Fourth Wall.

"What about the Jabberwocky?"
"My guess is it's already dead. The main explosion came from near its den."
"Would you like to come with me? Please?"
"I'm sorry Rowena, my place is here."

And with that, Rowena, unsure of what she'd find on the other side, bedraggled and burned, jumped through the portal . . . right onto Fifth Avenue, Manhattan, New York City . . .

Bribillichnoveroloriland wrote:She was startled by the hubbub of the city, but only momentarily. No-one on the sidewalk even batted an eye . . . they were true New Yorkers.

She repeated the magic words, and the sword lit up; She knew just where she needed to go. She walked along the bustling sidewalk, a penthouse down the road at 725 5th Ave, New York, NY 10022. Who knew what she would find there - but she knew that, whatever it was, there would be a truly epic showdown . . .

As Rowena nears the address, she has a sudden chill. The Final Confrontation is going to happen soon . . .

Of altonianic islands wrote:Little did she know, that was actually the address to Trump Tower! (OOC; Nice touch BTW) As she took the elevator up to the penthouse, what she was not expecting was a semi-beautiful Slovakian with an Eastern European accent.
"So, you found me. I must say, I'm impressed. It was a mistake to write in a blade that can go into our world."
"Fix our world, or I'll kill you, you monster!"
"Oh, you pathetic, poorly written character. Story characters can't leave their stories! You are still in a story, I'm just in here with you."
"What? I don't understand!"
"If you kill me, nothing will change. I'll just write in a duplicate of myself to continue to torment you."
"Nooooo!"
Rowena charges Mrs. Trump, stabbing her through the heart. Just then, the door opens, and Mrs. Trump walks into the room. Rowena looks back at the body, and it's gone.
"Now then, how about I write YOU out of the story."
"Noooooo-"
And Rowena was no more. The world back in the other dimension continued to decay, until the tortured world burned in the eternal flames of a fireplace in Manhattan.

THE END

Story Ab

Bribillichnoveroloriland wrote:Rowena follows Esmerelda, through the surrounding fields of decay, to a lonely rock outcropping. Who could it be that Esmerelda is taking her to meet?

Of altonianic islands wrote:Esmerelda leads here to the base of the outcropping, down into the cave. After a few hundred feet, the narrow passageway opened up into a small hall.

"These are the Knights of the Round Table. Or, at least, what's left of them."
There are only 4 knights in the congregation.
"Esmerelda! Who have you brought into our hall?!"
"Hello King Galahad. I have brought the chosen one, the one the prophecy foretold. I have brought the bearer of Arcturus!

Hoffania wrote:“Well then, show us this power!”
“I, er, don’t really know how, is the thing”
“Well then, that isn’t good. A prophecy blade without a trained wielder? Hmm. Well, we’ll have to train you then.”

Bribillichnoveroloriland wrote:*a training montage ensues*
3 weeks later
King Galahad calls Rowena into the throne room.
"You are finally ready to face the Jabberwocky, and save our world. You, Rowena, are a strange one. It appears the sword transported you here on its own, to save us. Why, we likely will never know, but rest assured it was a good thing. Once you slay the wicked beast, you can choose to stay, and serve as a Knight of the Roundtable, or go back to your realm. Regardless, I hereby knight you. Stand, Lady Rowena! Stand, and get out of my throne room, since you, my fine friend, have a monster to slay!"

As Rowena leaves the throne room, she has a sudden chill. The Final Confrontation is going to happen soon . . .

Of altonianic islands wrote:Rowena eagerly left the throne room. She used the sword's abilities to teleport herself to the base of the mountain the Jabberwocky called home. She snuck into the den. It was sleeping...
"Die foul beast!" Rowena cried, as she cut right through it's head, with a snicker-snack. Then . .. things began to get weird. A vortex, a black hole of evil, was created. It swiftly sucked every last evil thing in the den into it's maw. The body of the Jabberwocky, and the bodies of it's innumerable victims, gone. Then, it sucked every last trace of the past 11 years of evil from the world. The grass was green again, and everyone rejoiced.

Rowena decided to stay in the dimension she saved, ultimately ruling side by side with King Galahad, as Queen of the Earth. For the next millennium, there was peace and happiness throughout the land.

THE END

Story B

Thepeopl wrote:A fox shaped purple gemstone. Oh no! Not again. Grandmother Samsin needed her, again. The nine tails swished indignantly. Being a Kumiho, she had to obey.

Hoffania wrote:Scurrying home, she expected to see a warm glow in the windows and smoke coming out of the chimney, as this was about the time Grandmother set the fireplace alight. Instead, she saw broken windows and smoke coming out of all the wrong places, as well as bloody paw prints leading toward town...

Thepeopl wrote:Oh no! My sisters have been captured. They are too young to transform into human form. She dashed inside to see what could be salvaged of her weapons.

Hoffania wrote:Not much of anything, she was afraid, but then, the purple gemstone started tugging at her hand. She let it pull her to a niche in the wall, that, when she put the gemstone in, slid open with a burst of magic energy. Spears, armor, but in the center, a sword with the label Arcturus

Of altonianic islands wrote:The girl reached for the blade. On the hilt there was a fox shaped opening . . . the perfect size for the gemstone. She placed the gem into the slot, and time began to slow . . .

Hoffania wrote:As time stopped entirely, apparitions, as purple as the gemstone appeared. She saw Grandmother making stew, with her sisters sitting at the table. Suddenly, two more kumihos burst in, showing an official-looking piece of paper. The King? Oh, no. No no no no.

Of altonianic islands wrote:The girl looks at the kumihos, and asks them what is going on. . .

Bribillichnoveroloriland wrote:The kumihos look at the girl, sizing her up.
"You must come with us. The King needs you!"

Of altonianic islands wrote:"Alright. Just tell me where my family is."

"You are not in a place to bargain. We could kill you in a second."

Just then, Rowena remembers where she heard the name Arcturus before . . .

Bribillichnoveroloriland wrote:"You don't have the power you think you have. This is no ordinary sword in my hands - this is Arcturus, the Demon Slayer, and it has the Fox Hyimer, a gemstone cut from pure magic, in it's hilt. Now then. Tell me why I must see your King.

Of altonianic islands wrote:Instantly, the kumihos lose their threatening demeanor, and begin begging for their lives.
"We kidnapped your family. The King of the Kumihos needs human souls for . . . something."
"Something?"
"Look, it's way above our pay grade. Please don't kill us."
"I won't kill you, provided you take me to your King. Well, what are we waiting for?"
The girl gestures with the sword.

Hoffania wrote:Suddenly, time restarted, and the apparitions disappeared. Cow dung.
As she stepped outside, though, there was a set of purple paw prints leading into the forest, the opposite direction of the bloody paw prints...

Bribillichnoveroloriland wrote:Using here tracking skills, and with the help of the magic blade, she runs after them. After three days of non stop running, she nears the Kumiho King's ethereal palace where here family, and likely countless others, are being held for a nefarious . . . something.

As the girl stands atop a rock outcropping, looking over the palace, she has a sudden chill. The Final Confrontation is going to happen soon . . .

Of altonianic islands wrote:Using the Demon Blade, she smashed the gates open. She targeted and killed every single attacking Kumiho, until they were all cowering in submittance. From there, she walked into the palace, straight into the throne room.
"Who dares disrupt the doings of the King of the Kumihos?!"
"I do! My name is Rowena, and I am here to save my family."
"Very well. Take them, but do not take anyone else. The are necessary."
"What are you doing with them?!"
"I am bleeding them of their magical power, so I can take over the world! Now, leave me."
"Do you not recognize Arcturus, you senile fool?!"
"Girl, if that was really Arcturus, I'd be dead."
"As you wish."
A bolt of arcane energy shot from the sword, breaking the Kumiho into a trillion atomic shards.
"Now then," Rowena muttered to herself. "Let's free everyone trapped here."
And so she did, and she and her family lived happily ever after.

THE END

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Put spoilers before really long posts so it doesn't take up all of the RMB
This is a warning and you broke an RMB rule

Aandruzognivia

Tribe 1 wrote:Put spoilers before really long posts so it doesn't take up all of the RMB
This is a warning and you broke an RMB rule

It's not an RMB rule to my knowledge. Try scraping something other than the bottom of the barrel.

Post self-deleted by Bribillichnoveroloriland.

Aandruzognivia wrote:It's not an RMB rule to my knowledge. Try scraping something other than the bottom of the barrel.

Hmmm lets see then i'm gonna ask who wrote it Toerana

Bribillichnoveroloriland

Tribe 1 wrote:Hmmm lets see then i'm gonna ask who wrote it Toerana

Screw off, and stop impersonating mods.

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