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Worlds away from Lya's predicament, a crumpled piece of paper lies abandoned in the mud on the island where the other survivors are. It's only a matter of time before someone finds it. |
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after finishing the raft bre carefully starts to weave a sail she must find her friends on the island called Penin a hidden island few know about after finishing the sail, bre scared that someone might spot her she grabs a branch and some vines and starts to attach the sail to the raft just as she was taught by a tribe on Penin.. Dernière modification le 1491456420000 |
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After i plan my "house", i begin to build it, using branches, vines, webs, feathers, and anything else i could find. after about 6 hours (Time Skip i choose you) the treehouse is compete. i make a nice path up and down for me and Fizz. "my new home~!" i say happily. I would never admit it to the group, but i secretly love this island. It's quiet, and anybody i dislike, even though i secretly love the others, can be avoided. I always hated people and loved nature. There is no reason to leave, and i love it all. i make a woven-vine hammock for myself, and a feathery bed for Fizz. I complete by making other furniture, which takes around another 6 hours (time skip again i expect you two to post). The last touch is a curtain of vines to replace a door and i lay down to sleep in my new home. "I hope i never leave," i whisper quietly to myself |
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(someone should pick up the paper. then i will tell the story of what's on the paper.) |
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i find a little piece of paper and pick it up... and start to read it |
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I feel this thread is dead (lool that rhymed, unintended) id like to do another one of these 10/10 Dernière modification le 1496556900000 |
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ah shiz i should probably tell the thing on the paper. i just can't stop procrastinating |
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The piece of paper is old and crinkled, and the words are faded but legible. (Note: The story is long. It also contains themes of murder and suicide, so read with caution.) ~The Legend of Iqasis~ The civilization of Penin was born at the fingertips of the king of gods, the almighty Axlous. His booming voice rang out in the air, "Let the island nation of Penin rise!", and Penin came to be. He created sixteen strong men and sixteen beautiful women to populate the island. He sprinkled the new nation with a wealth of trees, vines, and small animals. At the top of the hill, he built an altar out of sixteen granite stones, with a magnificent boulder as the centerpiece. Axlous, while wise and generous, is also a vain god. He wanted his people to worship him. His brother Ykarus shared his vanity but none of his wisdom or generosity. Young Ykarus created the neighboring island, which he named Abyssa, and the two brothers connected their islands with a hollow boulder. They were young at the time, and the bond between them was still strong. As the brothers matured, their differences deepened. Axlous's wisdom and compassion allowed his island of Penin to flourish, with beautiful flora and fauna and a faithful nation of people. Ykarus was too proud to follow in his brother's footsteps. On his island of Abyssa, he threw caution to the wind and let chaos rule. His humans were quickly killed by the vicious tigers, snakes, and other wild animals he placed there. Thick vines choked out the delicate flowering plants. Abyssa became a ghastly mess of tangled undergrowth and innocent corpses. Ykarus was ashamed of his own failure of an island, and he soon became jealous of Axlous's success. Every time he spoke to his brother, Axlous would proudly assert that because he was the older brother and the king of gods, he was obviously the superior brother. Wrath, resentment, and envy consumed Ykarus. On the sixth day of the sixth month, in the sixth hour of the morning when his brother was fast asleep, Ykarus sought to destroy what Axlous had created. Amidst booming thunder, crackling lightning, and troubled waters, the island of Penin was ravaged. With a mighty breath, Ykarus toppled the emerald trees and demolished the homes of the humans. A point of his crooked finger slaughtered the squealing animals and blackened the fresh crops. The humans cowered inside the tunnel, whispering and sobbing. Ykarus knew that humans were more resilient than one would expect, so he muttered the most powerful curse he knew. He cursed the land with perpetual sorrow. For the infinite years to come, no joy would come to the people of Penin. Ykarus then took a bone-handled knife to his brother. Axlous lay on his woven bed, snoring softly, his throat unwisely exposed. The king of gods may be powerful, but asleep, he is but a mere mortal. In a swift motion, Ykarus plunged the knife into his brother's throat. Crimson spilled onto the woven mattress, and Axlous's eyes shot open. Axlous knew he had only a few moments to live. Grief swelled within him when he saw the devastation of his beloved island. In his dying breath, he whispered the spell that would save Penin. "This wretched curse of sorrow and destruction shall cease the moment when An innocent soul has the courage to lay upon my altar by her own free will And in a deed of glorious honor sacrifice her pure, youthful life. The nation of Penin shall flourish and have joy again from that sacrifice upon the hill. My people of Penin, do not fear. She who sacrifices herself shall feel no pain. For her courage and selflessness, she shall be reborn years later amidst soft violet rain." The next day, the devastated people of Penin awoke to see a dark-haired girl of only sixteen laying on the granite altar. Her name was Iqasis. Her parents had perished when she was a small child, so her hands were calloused by the rigor of work. Despite her simple appearance, her deep blue eyes and flowing black hair made her intensely beautiful. She did not speak as she took a bone-handled knife and pressed it into her neck. Her hands did not shake. Her eyes stared straight ahead in determination. One cut was all it took for her body lie stiff in a ruby pool and her soul to ascend to the heavens. The people of Penin rejoiced as the curse was broken. Saplings sprouted from the ground, and flowers bloomed. The birds began to chirp again. The clouds cleared, revealing a warm golden sun. Every day, the people of Penin looked toward the sky and awaited the rebirth of Iqasis. |
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Bre knowing the long but short way to the island of penin knew of the three secrets of the island 1. she knew the legend of the island 2. she knew a very secret place there that no one except her (not even the people of the island knew or saw )had ever been 3. that there were three ways to the islandbut even if people knew the second way chances were you didn't know the third way on. knowing this she carefully got on her raft and pushed away from the island that she was on Dernière modification le 1500424680000 |
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Seeing what the paper said, i carefully pick up Fizz and put a leash of vines on him. It's time for me to find where Lya went. I want to look good and less modern, so I spend the next hour making a silk dress from spidersilk and other silk threads i can find. I die the edges red with berries, and make a flower crown of white and red. I remove my jeans, shoes, socks, shirt, and overgarmets and replace them with the dress. I set the flower crown on my head, and make sandles from bendable bark and vines. I weave a flower collar for Fizz, and race off for the pplace i saw Lya going through. I crawl through the tunnel, Fizz tagging behind bravely. I tuck the paper into my undergarments, and continue forward until i get to the light, wondering what awaits me here today. Note: When you look at Shira, In this outfit she looks almost like a goddess. She learned to take advantage of her strange pale siilver-blonde hair, Slim figure, and silvery eyes to look godly, using it to help her get her desires earlier in her life. She knows this full well, but rarely uses the technique anymore Dernière modification le 1500499620000 |
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lights self on fire ^yeti apparently wants to quit this RP. SUCH A QUITTER! Dernière modification le 1500504180000 |
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Hey guys, I know this is kinda late, but the reason I never did anything on this was because when I started it, it ended up going on a second page, and back then I didnt understand about that, so I was like "Why the heck is nobody doing anything?" and eventually when I learned about multiple pages, it was too late and I had given up on it. Sooo, yeah XD |
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I don't even know if I'm going to be able to do this roleplay anymore. Therefore, I withdraw from the game. Don't get me wrong, I'll still be on the forum sometimes. |