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⇨ STORY SWAP POST
YOUR STORY↴
While people are digging for meta-plot relevant information, among the Scribe's writings it is also possible to come across information about fellow carnival workers! Though it might come in the form of a morality fable, or a legendary romance, or even take the form of a simple cryptic sentence about the worst deed you've ever done. It's hard to say what the Scribe may have seen and committed to paper. See the Rewards section on the plotting post for more details about what these writings might look like.
This post is for submitting your pre-written tales based on the lives of your characters or their canons. If you would like to leave them open for anyone to come across, hit this post with a top-level!
Sign up to find a randomized story from this post here. This can be along with whatever else is up for public discovery that catches your interest, this mechanic is mainly to add a bit of randomness to CR opportunities.
Private discoveries among CR can be worked out on the original plotting post (or wherever else you like).
While people are digging for meta-plot relevant information, among the Scribe's writings it is also possible to come across information about fellow carnival workers! Though it might come in the form of a morality fable, or a legendary romance, or even take the form of a simple cryptic sentence about the worst deed you've ever done. It's hard to say what the Scribe may have seen and committed to paper. See the Rewards section on the plotting post for more details about what these writings might look like.
This post is for submitting your pre-written tales based on the lives of your characters or their canons. If you would like to leave them open for anyone to come across, hit this post with a top-level!
Sign up to find a randomized story from this post here. This can be along with whatever else is up for public discovery that catches your interest, this mechanic is mainly to add a bit of randomness to CR opportunities.
Private discoveries among CR can be worked out on the original plotting post (or wherever else you like).
⇨ GIVE ME A RANDOM ONE
Shima Renzou
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Yuya
Cole
- Beyond the Veil: Spirits and Demons by Enchanter Mirdromel.
- three sentences, written on a scrap of paper, shoved in a place where it shouldn't be:
And Lambert will try to sleep with much on his mind. And the spirit of compassion will appear, quiet and unseen. And Lambert will only watch as the spirit of compassion draws his dagger across Lambert's throat.
fun fact, Cole murdered a different dude named Lambert in canon.
Rita
The Scholar and the Princess, a children's story about how a lonely scholar girl makes her first friend
Tales of Brave Vesperia, an adventure series about the guild, Brave Vesperia (featuring Rita being a big coward)
Progress and Calamity: A Story of a Blastia Researcher, the story of Hermes, a researcher who pretty much doomed the world (no excerpts here, just a description)
Anyone is welcome to ICly find and read these stories. Also, feel free to read about any part of Rita's canon through the second series, even if I haven't included it here!
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The Witcher's Trials
On the third day all the children died save one, a male barely ten. Hitherto agitated by a sudden madness, he fell at once into deep stupor. His eyes took on a glassy gaze, incessantly with his hands did he clutch at clothing, or brandish them in the air as if desirous of catching a quill. His breathing grew loud and hoarse; sweat cold, clammy and malodorous appeared on his skin. Then he was once more given elixir through the vein and the seizure it did return. This time a nose-bleed did ensue, coughing turned to vomiting, after which the male weakened entirely and became inert.
For two days more did symptoms not subside. The child's skin, hitherto drenched in sweat, grew dry and hot, the pulse ceased to be full and firm — albeit remaining of average strength, slow rather than fast. No more did he wake, nor did he scream.
Finally, came the seventh day. The male awoke and opened his eyes, and his eyes were those of a viper.
The Fall of the School of the Wolf
A horde of fanatics, their hearts filled with hatred incited by various publications defamatory of witchers, laid siege to Kaer Morhen. Of course, the mob would not have captured the fortress nor later turned it into a ruin without the help of mages, who were ever eager for the ancient secrets hidden in its walls.
Practically all those who were in the Old Sea Fortress during the assault perished.
From among those witchers who called Kaer Morhen home, only a few survived the massacre, merely because they were out on their Paths at the time, or had the wits to conceal themselves among the bodies. The bones of the dead remain at the bottom of the moat surrounding the stronghold, left there as a reminder of the massacre that was born from hatred directed against changelings.
But nothing could replace the knowledge that was lost.
The Tale of Princess Cirilla
This is a story about destiny.
Long ago, in a valley far away, lived a girl. She was a true princess, sorceress and witcheress.
She was born a princess who wanted for nothing, had loving parents and a grandmother who was a great queen. She lived in palaces guarded by hundreds of knights. Everyone thought she'd become a powerful queen. But fate had other plans. Her parents died. Enemies butchered her grandmother and took the kingdom. Still, the princess survived. Her fate became bound to one particular witcher. She gained a new family at Kaer Morhen, the hold of the witchers. She learned to fight. Yet destiny once again made noise.
The lass had magical talent. She was a source. The witchers afeared the uncontrolled power of a source and needed a sorceress to assist them. She studied arcane magic. The sorceress loved a witcher and the two adopted the girl. She was truly happy and could have become a powerful sorceress...
But war broke out and fate separated the family. Aggrieved, the lass disawoved magic and became a huntress, learning to love killing. Death followed her - everyone she'd loved had died. Only the witcher and the sorceress denied Death's calling. Fate cast her to foreign shores, yet she returned. The worst assassin tailed her, yet she emerged victorious. Agents of all kingdoms pursued her, yet none caught her.
When she killed all her enemies and peace descended upon the world, she rejoined the witcher and sorceress, only to have destiny sneer at her again.
A peasant unskilled in arms killed the witcher. The sorceress died trying to revive him. The girl could do nothing, for she'd disawoved magic. So the princess who would not rule, the witcheress who fought humans, and the sorceress who cast no spells used her power as a means to leave this world.
Strange
- Arthur and Merlin, a tome about the peninsular campaign in which Strange does a necromancy and raises a few corpses
- an unnamed picture book, in which Strange almost eats a dead mouse because that'll make him go mad
Hinawa
Alphys
Herbert
The Immortal Doctor
For years, the doctor had built his name on taking what he wanted. After all, who would believe his lessers when his name was so high, so valuable? A certain one of these acquisitions from a colleague had been risky, had left him with a problem across the ocean, but when he left that behind and came home he was able to resume his craft. And better! No one believed a student's complaint in the face of their esteemed professor.
The Problem arrived later, a delayed retaliation from that same mistake of a target: dead, but still, appropriately, haunting him. An outspoken student, an acolyte who sought to bring down his castle of words and stolen knowledge that propped up his reputation. The student was loud, disrespectful, but the doctor spoke louder, sowing seeds of discomfort and fear in the mind of the dean of the college. With the student promptly expelled, the doctor considered the matter dealt with.
What he hadn't expected was not only the tenacity of the student, but, in addition, the truth and accuracy of the parts of the work of his old partner that he had considered nonsense. The dean confronted the student and his assistant, and what precisely happened on that night was unknown. But when the doctor examined the dean, the result was a man who should have been dead but was brought back to some semblance of life.
At that point, the doctor knew. He NEEDED whatever had caused such a result. With this knowledge, he need never worry about his name being forgotten again.
Small towns rarely lock their front doors. The doctor entered the home and basement of his former student that evening without difficulty. Threatening him didn't work, naturally, not with such a obstinate individual--but taking control of the student's mind did. It was a trick he had learned to quell the complaints of his more believable targets, to force them into silence and compliance with his will alone. And now he had his perfect quarry: a young man he could control into perfecting his research until they had defeated death entirely. He and his name would live in perpetuity.
In some sense, he was correct.
In a more literal one, he found himself unfortunately mistaken, as a firm blow from behind knocked him onto the ground. Through a fog, he beheld his past once again, in the form of the student who had broken free of his control, as the shovel the young man held firmly descended into his neck.
Peridot
Peridot's backstory is open for anyone to find. Chiefly, this tells how she used to serve a crazy alien dictator who was hell bent on destroying the planet Earth. There's a summary version at the top if you don't want to read the literal TWO AND A HALF PAGES worth of nonsense that I scribbled out last night.
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The Insidious Human Zoo.
[The following text appears to be a transcript of an audio log of some sort.]
Log Date [illegible text].
This is Peridot Facet 1H3Q Cut 4EJ. Today I was contacted by Moss Agate and provided details on my next assignment. It seems I'm being moved off of Homeworld to go work on one of Pink Diamond's newest facilities. Apparently it's a space station, one that's meant to house organic specimens extracted from the colony of Earth. Pink Diamond is interested in bringing back members of the local apex species specifically, some kind of creatures that call themselves "humans". Naturally, it's an honor to be selected for such an illustrious position working on a project that my Diamond obviously holds so dear.
.......
I can't help but wonder, though... I would never question Pink Diamond's judgement, of course, but I am curious what her motivations are for preserving such lifeforms. Organic life is so very pointless, and I find it unlikely that these 'humans' naturally serve any sort of purpose beyond simply existing. Why we are investing valuable time and resources into a breeding program for such useless entities is beyond my understanding. But, the Diamonds are infallible. I suppose her machinations will become clear enough in time, once I arrive.
CARLY
A Sample of how those would look/read is:
The image viewed is of a tower. A figure bearing feathers and darkened eyes beckons to a warrior in white. The warrior carries flames, and an expression of sadness-the feathered woman however, bears a 'grin'. Dark shadows cloak the background and blot it with ink-tendrils, serpents, and monstrous birds seem to come forward from behind the feathered figure. The description reads:
The Envoy of the Hummingbird, God of War, Love, Messenger to the Dead, greets the Warrior of the Sun, Envoy of the Warring One. The Warrior weeps for the Envoy, who he has known in life. The Envoy dreams of bringing the Warrior to her realm, and binding them in death.
But there's...A LOT of options that I had in mind, so to make it easier for myself and others, I made a list that people can choose up to five 'cards' from. (Notably, for a full event's story, there's a certain number of cards involved)
That said, for the Random Draws, the following specific Cards will be offered up (I'll note which 'story set' they're from in brackets'):
> 'The Feathered Maiden Cast Down By The One Eyed Serpent' (Carly faces Divine)
> 'The Spear Wielding Crow Bargains with The Feathered Maiden' (Carly's deal with Aslla Piscu)
> 'The Red Dragon Warrior Fights The Feathered Maiden' (Carly's duel with Jack Atlas)
...As well as...
> 'The Feathered Maiden Flees' (Carly's attempt to run from the Carnival, in her first year)
> 'The Feathered Warrior Mourns Her Loss' (Carly's experience with the Vampire War-the Aftermath)
> 'The Smoke Covered Bird Sacrifices The Innocent' (Portland's DEMON SACRIFICE)
REIRA
So Fetch-quest fairytalesEvery few paragraphs, an image is shown, depicting events in the story. The characters are drawn mostly according to the story; the fox is an enormous fox, Matryona is a young Reira-esque child dressed in traditional clothing. There's only a few exceptions-such as the wolves appearing in old-time soldier gear-but those are things people can ask me about if they're not sure/think it matters.
What MOSTLY matters is what's going on in the stories though! All three are up for grabs, both random and otherwise, and the three tales ARE:
Matryona, The Queen, and the Magic Eye (Fully written! It's a translation of Reira's Pre-canon history, which required some headcanon, as well as her canon from Season 1)
The King who Could Not Smile (Bullet Points for the story; covers certain events of Season 2)
The Dragon at the End of the Four Directions, and Matryona (Also Bullets, Season 3 for Reira; otherwise known as her version of Zarc's Events. It cuts off, as technically entering the Carnival also cut it short)
Once again, I WILL actually write the full version of the last two in the near future, so anyone who wants actual snippets for threads or similar won't be out of luck! The general gist for anyone who just needs that, is there though.
Miko
Once, there were three children who found themselves living among giants. Though the giants were kind to the children, and as gentle to them as they could be, they had been at war for thousands of years, and warned the children time and time again that their enemies would kill them in an instant given the chance.
The two boys heeded these warnings and stayed out of trouble as best they could. But the girl was stubborn, and wild, and wanted nothing more than to help the giants in their war. Time and time again, she tried to help in the fight against the evil giants, but, as a mere human, there was little she could do.
Two of the good giants grew particularly fond of her; one, as gentle and cautious with her as he was merciless to the evil giants, tried desperately to keep her out of danger, though she insisted on going with him and trying to help him fight them whenever she could. But the other, just as wild and reckless as she was, found her eagerness charming, and encouraged it, even though her intentions hadn’t amounted to much.
One day, the evil giants released a new weapon: A monster, with teeth and claws that could pierce the giants’ tough skin, and armor that resisted all but their strongest weapons. On that day, the girl didn’t accompany the cautious giant - and, on that day, he was nearly killed.
When she and the reckless giant learned, both swore revenge; despite the other giants’ warnings, they left in search of the monster, bringing along the strongest cannon the giant had.
Upon finding the monster, the giant tried to fight it directly at first - but the monster was fast, and strong, and he struggled to make even a mark on it. It became clear he couldn’t win, and he told the girl to run.
But, with one friend still hurt, she refused to leave the other. Once again, the girl wouldn’t run; instead, she set off the cannon. This time, it hit its mark, striking the monster dead. And so the girl and the giant returned back to the others, victorious.
GONGENZAKA
A sample of such ballads goes:
'With glowing eyes and grizzled form
The iv'ry fox stood proud no more
Still as the stone it stood upon
It sol'mnly gazed upon the floor
When small ones came with eyes of fear
His paws he held unstretched
Such strength he held inside his grip
Saved for only wretch'd
Yet beasts who hungered even less
Soon came to stand a'fore
With gleaming teeth and blackened eyes
They spoke only of 'more'
They came with fear yet hunger as well
No mercy for mortal kind
And when they struck, the fox thus snapped-
...And tore them from his mind
With first an arm, and then yet more
The path of stone grew red
'Till even the small could bear him not
The white now scarlet at th' head'
Gongenzaka's list of available stories that people can pick from (And request I write snippets for) is here.
Notably though, up for randomized grabs will be!
> "The Woman Who Lifted All" (A peek at Gongenzaka's childhood-Gon's Mom!)
> "Final Stand of the Proud Shieldman" (The Vampire War/Gongenzaka's Death)
> "The Fox Which Slay'd Its Kin" (VAMPIRE HELL)
Since these are ballads, not as many are available for Random as Carly's...
Ginko
Rust in her Voice, a short story about a girl trying to fix something that she never meant to do.
The Guardian, a few ominous sentences about how Nature can be kind of a dick.
Syrlya
Childermass
Once, as it was noted by another magician of the age as a most reported and repetitious occurrence, the people of England all went to bed one night and had the exact same dream. Nightmarish to some, merely bizarre to others, they all dreamt of John Uskglass commanding them to build a tower. It was no normal tower, however, but one raised up directly in the realm of Hell, for the Raven King had made a deal for a parcel of land within and it was where he decided to leave yet another dwelling. As to why anyone would want a tower in Hell, that is only for John Uskglass to ever know.
Another time, again, long ago, a breadmaker took notice that one loaf of bread would disappear every time she set them out. After the second time, with the bread from the exact same spot as before, she decided it wasn't just her miscounting and someone was stealing from her. So the third time, the third day, she set out the fresh bread same as before and this time waited, watching. Indeed, something was taking them, but what was impossible to tell at first as the bread did rise up into the air and escape out the window on its own. The breadmaker ran out the door to see where to, spying it landing in the hand of a dark, long-haired individual. He turned and left, walking so swiftly she had to run to keep him in sight. After running and shouting at him the whole way, he did eventually turn and she saw it was her King, who had been missing for some time, and she immediately fell to apologizing for all the nasty things she had called him in pursuit. Only when she looked up again, he had vanished, bread and all. From that day on, the breadmaker would leave an extra loaf on the sill for him, just in case he returned.
One more time, the Raven King did appear, only it is unfortunate to say that no one will remember, save for himself and what I write down here. Upon the death of his Book, he did arrive to find his most loyal of servants scowling and plotting on what to do now that he had found what he had spent so many years seeking. When he did note he was no longer alone — as one could not consider a dead body to be any real company — he did turn and look upon his King, only to not know him, for he had been missing for three-hundred years and an empty moor was nowhere one would expect to meet such a figure. The servant did threaten to shoot him if he did not leave but John Uskglass had business with his Book. Thus, he stopped time before anything as poor as a servant killing his master could occur. In that span, he repaired the Book and made certain neither Book nor servant would recall his presence, even less so remember that the Book had truly been dead at all, and was then gone.
Yukio
Papyrus
For Papyrus personally... [edit to be added].
Yugo
The Curse of the Dragon's Teeth
...And then a dragon crashed into a battlefield, who in their confusion lashed out at a knight wielding a blade-for the knight had shouted at it with threats upon hearing the angry roars.
They fought, both consumed by poisonous hate and fury. But just before the knight could strike the final blow after having bested the dragon, a jester came between and cried for them to stop, that surely slaying a beast out of pure anger could not be a part of the knight’s noble way. Upon hearing such a declaration, the knight laid down his sword and fell to his knees.
Yet there was no calming the raging dragon. It struck and their claws found the knight instead of the jester, scattering his body into the winds. At this sacrifice, the jester wept over the needless bloodshed. Before the dragon could lay eyes on the jester, a beautiful maiden came upon them and cast the dragon away...
And instead of moving on, the knight's regret-filled soul was cursed to remain in-
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There once was born a cursed child. It appeared perfect to the naked eye, and the proud parents marvelled at an infant born healthy and whole: ten fingers and ten toes, two eyes, a mouth, and a nose. And as babies do, their baby grew. It grew into a young boy, brave and hearty and full, so it appeared, of life.
But the bigger the child grew, the bigger grew the curse inside. The curse took from inside, invisible, and soon his parents began to fear. They knew not what ailed him, nor could they divine the source of their woe.
Not until his dozenal year did they learn of the curse that wore the boy as a skin, and the absolute hopelessness they had birthed in child's stead.
Mages were summoned, priests and doctors were assembled, but the curse was too strong to be broken. In its hunger, it had eaten the boy up, and would only ever eat him more. He would not live to see a score.
Frightened, the parents of the cursed child hoped to seal him in a white corridor, a prison from which he could never leave and so from which the curse could not escape. But the boy ran away, taking the curse with him into the world.
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There once was born a cursed child. It appeared perfect to the naked eye, with ten fingers and ten toes, two eyes, a mouth, and a nose. But the bigger the child grew, the bigger grew the curse inside.
He grew into a cursed man, so consumed by its blighted power that he knew only but that he was soon to die. For the curse was ever-hungry, and there was no longer a man at all, only a curse wearing the man's skin. And so the curse had shown him the face of the world, a cursed world full of magic that could not help, faith that could not heal, and medicine that could not cure.
But in its depths he had glimpsed also a secret: that the power to defeat the curse lay in the curse itself.
The answer lay in the construction of a puzzle box built inside... a box which must first be disassembled outside to solve the puzzle within. And once he'd built the box outside, he could absorb the power of his curse to lock himself back inside.
They called the puzzle: death.
also Childermass
[ An excerpt that's somehow been parted from the rest of its book... ]
In his long search for the Book of the Raven King, Mr. Childermass did come across the very peculiar situation of finding and questioning the wife of the mad -- and unquestionably missing -- magician, Vinculus. It was peculiar in the way that all his questioning led not to one single woman, but many, all with different names, from different places, of different ages and occupations that there was no doubt they were not simply describing one woman incorrectly.
It was, dear reader, a surprizing discovery, for Mr. Childermass could not fathom Vinculus having any kind of wife at all. All the same, he did pursue each one in hopes to discover where their husband was hiding the Book.
One was quite old and hard of hearing, often mistaking him for someone else entirely and always bringing the conversation back around to how nice the rainy weather was that day. From her, he learned nothing.
Another took his questions poorly and it was only his own quick reflexes that had him ducking aside from the chamber pot and its contents therein chucked out the window by her. She also did not know and, additionally, demanded that he tell her where her useless husband was.
Yet one more, the youngest yet, decided she was quite suddenly in love with Mr. Childermass and wished to run away with him instead. This he found somewhat distressing and excused himself once she admitted to not knowing of any book at all. If only it had been that simple, for she did decide to follow him for several towns before vanishing to only God knows where.
[ It goes on a bit longer since the book is exaggerating just how many wives Vinculus had, but in the end, the poor Mr. Childermass finds naught of the Book to go on. ]