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odet amo generated a random number between
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2024 7:51 am
 For this prompt you'll RNG 1-3 to determine how happy/willing the Cactus Cat is to be around you. This is for the prompt only. Once obtained, it can act however you'd like. If you roll a 2: The cat is somewhere between complacent to mostly tolerable to you. Word Count 505
It had been one of those weird sort of days. First the tea was cold when it was supposed to be hot, then the mushrooms looked unusually happy. Mushrooms are usually broody. Helio had gone for a walk to think about all the other little odd things that had happened since she woke up. She was used to her family being weird but today they were normal and everything else wasn't. That is when she heard it, an odd rough slurp sound. Helio's walk slowed and her ears twitched trying to figure out what it was. *slurp, slurp, slurp* It almost sounded like wet sandpaper getting caught on something. *slurp, slurp, slurp* The sound was coming from behind her. "Hello," Helio called out "is anyone there". The slurping sound stopped, and she was greeted with silence.
Helio looked around nervously. But soon enough her interest had turned to other things around her. The woods were nice and bright today but were eerily lacking. No birds were making noise, no chipmunks were running around, everything was just kinda still. Still until it wasn't. *Miaoowww*. Helio jumped as she felt something land on her rump, something fairly large and something rather pointy. Turning slowly she was surprised to see the slurping creature resting on her. *Slurp* the cat sat poking Helio with its spikes *slurp, slurp, slurp*.
"Hell-lo" Helio stuttered, "I guess that solves the mystery of what I was hearing in the woods. You are definitely a different sort of kitty". Shifting slightly to get a better look Helio must have moved too much and disturbed the cat slightly because next thing she knew there were needle-like claws coming out of the cactus cat's paws. The kitty glared at her. Biting her lip Helio tried her best to smile. The cat relaxed a bit and returned most of its attention to bathing itself. "Okay, now what do I do," Helio mused to herself. "When it's not stabbing me with claws it is rather cute." She watched it, the cat on the other hand didn't seem to care Helio was there anymore, if anything it seemed comfortable laying on her fur. Slowly it stretched and began getting extra comfy. "Well, it looks like you are quite cozy there. If you keep your claws in and don't mind me walking slowly I'd be happy to give you a ride and take you home with me." The cat lazily watched her through half open eyes.
"I hope that was a yes," Helio thought as she started moving slowly. For the first few steps she cringed waiting for extra spikes to poke her back again but nothing ever came. Soon she heard soft purrs coming from her back. Turning slightly she noticed the cat was asleep, not bothered at all by her movements. While the cactus kitty was more than slightly pokie for the most part her thick hide seemed to protect her from it. It wouldn't be long till she was home. Home with her very own new kitty!
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odet amo generated a random number between
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2!
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2024 8:45 am
  For this prompt you'll RNG 1-3 to determine how happy/willing the Cactus Cat is to be around you. This is for the prompt only. Once obtained, it can act however you'd like. If you roll a 2: The cat is somewhere between complacent to mostly tolerable to you. Word Count 594
Kiri loved to hang out on the beach. Today the first chill of winter was starting to set in making the sand pleasant but the water warm to the touch but the air left your skin chilled. Knickers was playing nearby, running between the tide pools looking for creatures. "Don't fall in, I'm not coming in after you" Kiri called out to him.
"Oh you're no fun, the water is not cold yet and the suns out so it wouldn't be THAT bad." Looking for something to do Knickers noticed some crabs scurrying across the sand. Naturally he decided to join them, trying to mimic their sideways movement. The crabs scurried faster of course not realizing the large buffalo was playing and not trying to eat them or stomp on them.
Kiri just laughed to herself at the sight of her friend awkwardly running around the beach. That's when she noticed it. Perched on top of a rock, away from the ocean spray there was something green. Crouched low, watching Knickers too. She couldn't quite make out what it was though, the shape was odd. Something green swung back and forth behind it. "Is that a tail?" Kiri accidently said aloud.
Knickers tripped over his own hoofs. "It's not my fault if my tail is short." He said with a huff. When Kiri's eyes didn't even look at him he realized she was focused on something else, something further away. Looking he noticed the green thing too. "Kiri, don't be silly it's just a cactus, look I'll prove it." Shaking the sand off of himself he ran headfirst towards the odd shape. As he got closer he realized he wasn't really correct but by that point the cactus cat had noticed him too. He slowed himself down as he got closer.
*Murrr* the cat voiced lazily looking over the buffalo unaffected by his antics. Stretching, she jumped down from her perch. *Maoww* Unafraid of the offish creature the kitty walked around him, sniffing the air trying to decide what to do with him.
By this point Kiri had caught up and had no intention of getting between the two of them. "Knickers, I know this will be hard for you but don't make any sudden movements. Right now that cat, that really prickly cactus cat, is sizing you up. Deciding if you are friend, foe or food. Don't be the latter two..."
Knickers sat down and tried to meow at the cat to show he was friendly. The cat, being the cat she was, showed no sign of caring either way. Unimpressed by the large beast, the cactus cat lay down next to Knickers. "Kiri, did you see that! She likes me, she really likes me!". The cactus cat boredly cleaned her paws, removing sand from between each of her toes. "Can I keep her Kiri, I've always wanted my own kitty. We can play and chase each other. Oh it would be so great! Can I Kiri, can I."
Standing back Kiri watched how little the cat cared about anything going on around her. Kiri wasn't going to correct Knickers of course. "She is welcome to come back with us if SHE wants to, but if SHE doesn't you shouldn't make her. Plus I think she'd win with all those needles..."
Jumping up, Knickers turned to the cactus cat and said "What do you think Miss Prickles, do you want to come home with us!" The cat eyed Knickers and Kiri and almost seemed to shrug before stretching and following nonchalantly behind them.
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odet amo generated a random number between
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3!
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2024 9:24 am
  For this prompt you'll RNG 1-3 to determine how happy/willing the Cactus Cat is to be around you. This is for the prompt only. Once obtained, it can act however you'd like. If you roll a 3: The cat is somewhere between "touchy" about you to outright grouchy or even distrustful. Word Count 532
"Rowan, why are we even out here? It's dark and cold and I'm hungry!" Romualdo stomped his hooves frustrated. The woods were eerie this time of night. Trees so tall you couldn't see the sky and sounds were muffled from how dense they grew.
"You know why we are out here, I heard there was a cat loose and I just wanted to meet it." Rowan kept her voice low and her eyes searching for the supposed menace of a cat that was living somewhere in the woods. The locals had noticed a lot of dead critters and heard demonic cat noises coming from the shadows. Whatever it was there were signs of it all over. The trees were scraped up from something with sharp claws. Lots of feathers littered the ground, presumably all the remains of a bird and recent meal.
"No, what you mean is you want a cat friend..." Romualdo grumbled
"What, I'm not a dog person. Cats make more sense to me. Now if it wanted to be my friend that would be nice." Rowan stopped when she heard scurrying feet. Several mice scurried by her hooves followed quickly by something large! Something green? something spikey? *Ahhh* a mouse screamed out *crunch* and its bones snapped.
"That's not a cat...that's a monster, an abomination. Rowan, I think we should leave before it" Romualdo trailed off "...notices...us", as it was already too late. The cat sat with a menacing stance, a little blood on its teeth and paws. The mouse lay motionless and headless on the ground. "Nice kitty..."
The cat wasn't any run of the mill tabby. The locals hadn't been far off by calling a demon. It was a prickly pear shorthair with long, extra sharp, spikes. The cat spat in their direction, tail twitching threateningly. Lunging at them the cactus cat extended his claws scraping at the air in front of him. He meant business and was ready to do damage.
Romualdo stomped nervously in place, putting his head down low so his antlers were between the spiky critter and himself. Rowan on the other hand was calm and barely paying any attention to the angry cat. Bending down she picked up one of the feathers off the ground and blew it up in the air above the cat.
Almost instantly the anger the cactus cat had towards the pair disappeared. The cat's pupils overtook his eyes and full focus was on the feather swaying slowly closer to the ground. Moving quickly the kitty grabbed the feather out of mid air with both of his paws, pouncing it to the ground. Before he had finished 'killing' his pray Rowan dropped another feather and then another. Romualdo stood up, completely embarrassed at how he reacted. After many toy prey had been killed the cat's demeanor had changed. Claws out it climbed Rowan's blanket and stretched out on her back, ready to sleep off the meal and the playtime.
Romualdo was quite the rest of the walk back, hardly able to take his eyes off the cactus cat now comfortably asleep on Rowan's back. "What strange creatures", he thought to himself looking more at Rowan then the cat.
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odet amo generated a random number between
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3!
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2024 10:13 am
  You fall into an apocalyptic dream. The area is a wasteland. To the left is a bridge shrouded in fog, and you decide to head that way. Out of the fog, a mysterious being appears with glowing red eyes. There's a papery flap of wings and a low buzzing that seems to be aimed at you. You feel your skin prickle while a great sense of destiny seems to hold you in it's grasp. You have met the mothman. If you roll a 3: You can't understand anything the mothman is saying. The only sound you hear is the fluttering of wings and the buzzing. The only thing you can do is try to guess why he's here. Is he warning you or trying to save you? Word Count 572
Moon Shine felt weird, weirder than weird. Nothing seemed right. Everything felt fuzzy. How could everything feel so fuzzy? Moon Shine didn't remember drinking cactus juice this morning. Wait morning. Moon Shine’s head began to clear slightly. "The sun was out just a moment ago and I was at home in the woods..." she looked around unsure what it was she was seeing. It looked as if she had walked into a village 100 years after everyone else had left. The buildings were sunken, some fallen. The buildings were returning to nature, overgrown and unsettling to look at.
"I don't think I should be here," she thought to herself and started moving to leave. The fog in front of her parted slightly and she could see a bridge. An old bridge but it looked like it was a way to leave this ghost town. As she got closer the fog parted more and more, almost inviting her in. Her hoof steps echoed unnaturally distant from herself as she started crossing. "Halfway there" she tried to encourage herself, "I'm halfway there…" She looked back and realized she could no longer see the ruins or the river’s edge. The fog had surrounded her. Looking forward she saw something, something red and glowing. Unable to stop herself she moved closer and that is when she saw him. A large black figure with red eyes hovering in mid air. She should have been scared but she could hear a reassuring flapping. The figure was some sort of moth. Somesort of mothman?
Moon shine’s wings beat happily at the sight of another moth winged creature like herself. She wanted to open her mouth to call out to him but couldn’t. Nor could she understand him. His wing beats and soft buzzes sounded important. Was he trying to tell her something? Fear and sense gone she moved closer, keeping her focus on his red eyes. The rest of him was just a dark blur. Slowly she started moving her wings in time with his. With each movement of her wings she started to make sense of what he was trying to tell her. She couldn't understand him but she could feel what he was feeling.
Images flashed before her eyes. Most were of her home, the woods she had grown to love. They looked just as she had recalled. Her wings beat in time with his as the score changed and his eyes became more intense. Buzzing grew louder. Fire, everywhere. Someone had come to her woods and burned them. Tears came to her eyes as she saw the premonition like images. Again his wing beats changed and so did hers. The buzzing was almost overwhelming and his eyes were burning a hole into her soul. Buildings arose where her woods had been. Groups of men and mini men came. Her home was destroyed. Her trees became their wood. Her friends became their food and clothing.
The images faded and Moon Shines eyes hurt, overpowered by the red glow of mothman's eyes there were two white spots where they had been. It took a moment but when she looked around she realized the fog was gone, the bridge was gone too. Everything was back to normal, even the mothman was gone.
"Moon, are you alright?" Eldric nudged her gently. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Moon Shine turned around, "No, I wish it was just a ghost..."
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odet amo generated a random number between
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1!
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2024 11:04 am
  Maybe this is a dream, or maybe it's real. Either way, you've been tasked to enter the pyramid/tomb before you and bring back a usekh. Usekhs were favored by the elite and often made with precious jewels. This is believed to be the tomb of the high dignitary Akhethetep, who was second only to the king. If you roll a 1: After you walk a few feet into the tomb, you fall through the floor to find a secret room. Word Count 536
Cahaya loved to explore dark places but even he knew he might have bit off more than he could chew. If only he had thought things through better.
It was just two days earlier that Shadow, his friend and a mouse, had learned of someone willing to pay well for a small shiny trinket. The Usekh was hidden somewhere in the Pharaoh's tomb. The pyramid itself was impossible to access but of course the friend of a friend knew of a hidden cave that would lead directly to the ancient high dignitary Akhethetep’s resting place. Cahaya was familiar with caving and the perfect one to go searching. Sometimes when things seem too easy it’s probably a good idea to assume they really are too easy.
A day and a half later they set out. Cahaya knew the cave system around the desert well but had never set foot in this particular one. “Shadow, what if this guy is just yanking our chain? I doubt any culture ancient or otherwise would create an easy way in.” Cahaya said callously, already a little bored of this cave. His lantern’s light bounced off the walls revealing nothing of interest. Possibly the most boring cave he had seen in the desert.
“Easy!” Shadow huffed. “Nothing has been easy about moving around this cave. You barely fit through the last section! Maybe you’ve been eating too much cactus fruit again.” he smirked meanly at his friend.
“Oh hush,” Cahaya felt offended. If he had been a full size stallion there was no way he would have fit through the last area but he wasn’t about to say that because he disliked being small. The cave walls changed. No longer where they muddy rough stone, now they were smooth with strange symbols etched into them. Even the floor changed too. Large smooth rectangle slabs of stone lined the cave making it feel more like a hallway in a tumb. “Well I’ll be,” everything changed at once. The floor left from beneath Cahaya’s hooves, darkness surrounded him before he landed hard on a sandy floor. “Ouch…I’ll be damned. Damned is right, Shadow please say I didn’t land on you. Are you down here?”
It took a moment but Shadow responded “Nope you didn’t land on me, but man I wish I would have landed on you. That hurt. Where are we?”
“I’m guessing that ‘easy to find’ tomb we were looking for.” Digging around Cahaya was able to find the lantern, and luckily it was still dimly lit. “Let's turn up the lantern and see what we can find.”
Shadow messed with the lantern making the light it was emitting stronger. Neither of them could have been prepared for the site they saw around them. Soft golden light bounced off of golden surfaces. Coins and jewels littered the sandy floor, probably scattered about from the ceiling caving in. Standing against the wall was a golden sarcophagus and the Usekh they were searching for hung around the neck of the ornately decorated Akhethetep’s neck.
“We found it, now how do we leave with it…okay time to find a way out so we can clear this place out.” Cahaya started searching for an escape root.
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odet amo generated a random number between
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3!
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2024 1:02 pm
 When you wake up, there's a beautiful dagger plunged into the ground beside you. You had to touch it, didn't you? Now that you've touched it the curse is activated. If you roll a 3: The dagger is actually a draining dagger, which means your breed gifts are slowly being nullified (a flutter would be unable to shrink, a unicorn to heal). Only an unselfish act can neutralize it. Word Count 592
It was cold and dark and hard for Garnette to focus. He had been exploring the deepest part of a cave system when he found something beautiful, a dagger. He hadn’t thought much about why it would be down here, he had wondered why but for some reason he decided to pick it up. Then the world turned upside down and now he found himself confused and disoriented by what had just happened. The dagger now stood plunged into the ground glowing a menacing red color. “You just had to touch it,” Garnette scolded himself. “It was probably left down here so no one would ever find it and I had to go and touch it.”
Out of habit Garnette shifted sand back and forth between his hooves trying to figure out what to do next. It was odd but as the minutes passed Garnette began to have trouble moving the sand about. Normally Garnette did this without thinking, moving small amounts of sand around his hooves even sometimes making sand mounds. It was just something he did when he was thinking or nervous. But now it seems oddly difficult. He turned his concentration to trying to manipulate the sand but with each moment it got harder and harder. “What did that dagger do to me?” He couldn’t help thinking out loud. The dagger glow pulsed almost as if it was laughing at him. Taking a deep breath Garnette touched the dagger again. He didn’t go flying this time but his sandshifting still felt weak. “Okay, guess it’s time to get us out of here.” Carefully Garnette hooked the dagger to his lantern and began the long trip out. It was harder getting out then it was getting in. Garnette found he couldn’t use his powers as easily as before.
He'd been in the cave long enough for the sun to go down, the darkness was menacing now. Garnette set his lantern down as well as the dagger and jumped back, startled. It was still glowing, but now the red was more intense and the dagger blinked at him. The center decoration wasn't just decoration. He tried again to move the land around him, and nothing happened.
"I need you to take me to her." A creepy voice rang through his head. "Plunge me into her, make her bleed. I need you to do this. Do this and I will free you. I will return your gifts to you. Let me kill her and everything can be normal again." The glow pulsed stronger than before.
Garnette stared in disbelief. Not only had he touched a cursed dagger, and cursed himself in the process, but the thing was alive and bloodthirsty. "Whhoo are you trying to, kill?" He asked hesitantly.
"I can feel her, she's nearby. She's done bad things. Terrible things. She must die to end it. I must empty her of her blood." It blinked and glowed stronger still, "Then we'll be free."
"And if I don't." Garnette stood still
"Then your powers will not return. You love your powers, don't you. The earth is yours with your powers. What would you be without them?" The voice was loud and strong.
"No"
"No" The dagger glowed less
"I won't kill someone, even if they are bad. Guess I can live without my powers."
The dagger stopped blinking and stopped pulsing. The voice didn't answer. It glowed still but now appeared to be a regular dagger again. Out of habit Garnette went to move some dust around and again it moved easily.
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odet amo generated a random number between
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2!
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2024 1:06 pm
 When you wake up, there's a beautiful dagger plunged into the ground beside you. You had to touch it, didn't you? Now that you've touched it the curse is activated. If you roll a 2: The curse is deadly. You have to find a way to neutralize the dagger. How? Word Count 677
Eerika, just like her father, was attracted to graveyards and night time was the best time to wonder about in them. Tonight she found herself in one, one of the largest ones she'd ever seen too. It was old and looked to have been unused for generations. Eerika hadn't seen any Kawani in this area and she didn't know of any local communities near here. Each grave was marked by piles of stones. No names and likely very little of anyone under them remained. That's when she saw it. A low green glow poking lightly out of one of the mounds. She was drawn to it, wondering what would be glowing in a graveyard; she couldn't stop herself from trying to remove it. Everything went black.
When Eerika awoke she didn't know how much time had passed. She felt like a tree had fallen on her. Looking around she was confused by what she saw, she was surrounded by Kawani. Each one sat on one of the mounds, one of the graves. They weren't sold either but instead more of a ghostly mist. Plunged into the ground in front of her was a dagger, still glowing an odd green.
"Oh no, am I dead?" She flicked her bone tail around, "Well fully dead."
A ghostly mare walked slowly towards her. "Not yet, my dear but your time is running out." She was pale and see through and hard to make out details. Whiffs of smoke surrounded her and moved around slowly. "The dagger is hard to resist, it calls to you and drains your life from you."
Eerika wasn't upset and just looked around curiously. "Did the dagger kill all these people?"
"There was a sickness. Some died before it and were already buried here. Most died from it and those who lived the longest buried them. And when the last of them died there was no one left to bury them, he died watching over the dead." She looked around at all the mounds and spirits that rested on them. "They were good people, I enjoyed watching them. One of them was the last holder of the dagger, he died where you found it glowing. Unfortunately he died before he could remove the curse on this item." She nodded towards the dagger, now it was starting to glow more of a turquoise color.
"You were alive when these people were? Extraordinary." Eerika said, stretching her bony wings while moving around. "Did the last holder of the dagger figure out how to break the curse? Do you have any clues to what I need to do to prevent this fate?"
The dagger now glowed a sapphire blue. "He never figured it out. He wasn't able to hear me like you can. You must walk closer to death than most." The spirit tilted her head towards Eerika's bony extremities. "You are quite an interesting mare. I've never seen another like you. If I tell you how to stop the curse will you allow me to stay with you till your natural end?"
The colors continued to change, now it was a slightly purple color. "Of course, I'd love the company on my journey. Times running short, the color keeps changing almost as if it's counting down."
"The dagger needs a blood oath to be happy. Use it to cut yourself and promise to carry it with you till your dying days. Then and only then can it be happy. Pass it on to a child so they know the cost needed to keep it happy as well." She seemed almost sad.
The purple grew brighter. "Of course, I can do that. I'm sorry but I never asked you your name?" Eerika picked up the dagger and prepared to cut her arm.
"It's Saxi" Drops of blood ran down the dagger. The ghost mare started to fade, "In my native tongue it means dagger. Thank you for carrying me with you."
Eerika was alone once again in the graveyard. The sun is just starting to peak over the mountain.
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3!
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2024 6:11 pm
 You've gone treasure hunting in the vast desert. When you find a buried entrance, you can't believe your luck. However, when you go in, the door slams shut. If you roll a 3: You have been bitten by a scorpion. Your body is starting to slow and go numb. There's a shining crystal vial on a pedestal across the room. It must be the antidote! How do you get there as your limbs start dragging? Do you make it in time? Word Count 518
Cera and Euryale had stumbled on an underground entrance into some sort of tomb. It was just pure luck but both of them were ready to get out of the heat so they rushed in. Euryale raced ahead while Cera moved in a bit slower. Despite going slowly Cera felt the floor give and heard a loud click, both in front of her and behind her. Two doors swung down from the ceiling, closing her off from her mother.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Cera kicked at the sand. She felt something sharp stab her ankle. She stood still for several minutes waiting for her eyes to adjust to the dimly lit space. That’s when she realized what had poked her. A scorpion danced around threatening to attack again. Cera couldn’t go backwards, the door was shut tight behind her. And she couldn’t go forward, that was the door that closed her off from her mother. To her right there was a solid wall that she could almost touch. Sliding carefully she moved to the left. The dim light seemed to be coming from that direction. The scorpion lost interest and scurried off.
The hall was long but the light was getting brighter. Cera was also starting to feel weaker. She concentrated hard on keeping herself moving in the right direction. The hallway opened up to a large room with a hole in the ceiling. In the center of the room there was a pedestal of a carved scorpion with a glowing crystal vial sitting on top. “If it’s an antidote, yey.” She dragged herself towards it, “and if it’s poison oh well, guess it couldn’t be worse…”
Cera could hear a soft melody playing, it sounded so familiar but she was finding it harder and harder to concentrate. Moving was getting harder. Breathing was getting harder but she kept moving towards the glowing vial. “I really hope it’s an antidote...” She said as she collapsed The world around her faded away. Everything felt far away. She thought she had heard her mother but nothing made sense. Something cold filled her and the sounds of the familiar melody drifted into the darkness. Slowly everything got brighter around her. Everything started to come into focus. Her mother sat over her playing her flute. Her tentacles fingered the flute carefully and her snakes danced to the sounds clicking their jaws to the melody. The glowing vial sat next to her, half empty.
Sitting up slowly Cera realized they weren't out of danger yet. Small critters, scorpions, danced just in the shadows. There had to be hundreds of them. "Mom, how do we get out of here?" Cera said horsley. Her mother carefully stood so Cera joined her. Her body still felt odd but by far better than she was just moments ago. Her mother started walking straight towards the scorpion. Cera's jaw dropped as the scorpions moved out of her way. That's when Cera saw it "Mom, is that a door? Hope it leads back out...." she said, concentrating hard on not getting too close to the scorpions again.
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odet amo generated a random number between
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2024 6:15 pm
 You've gone treasure hunting in the vast desert. When you find a buried entrance, you can't believe your luck. However, when you go in, the door slams shut. You are surrounded by scorpions. How do you escape? Word Count 552
Euryale and Cera had left their lovely beach to go on an adventure. They had heard rumors of great treasures being discovered in the vast desert to the west. After traveling, as much by water as they could, they found themselves outside an underground entrance. Ready to get out of the heat Euryale rushed in first with Cera quite aways behind her. One of them must have stepped on a pressure plate because next thing Euryale knew a door slammed closed behind her. She was now separated from her daughter.
Panic set in and Euryale screamed at the door, “Cera, Cera! Can you hear me!” but there was no answer. The door must have been too thick. Euryale’s snakes and tentacles flailed about. Sighing, Euryale decided she had to figure out where she was and how to get out. Cera would be okay on her own for now. It was dark in the room but not fully unlit. Euryale turned on her lantern and shone it into the room. The floor was moving and clicking.
Sharp claws and poisonous tails moved about. There appeared to be a door at the far end of the room but between her and there were more scorpions than Euryale could imagine. Calmly Euryale had one of her snakes hold her lantern and grabbed her flute. Her tentacles balanced and covered holes on the flute allowing her to play. The soft melody bounced around the room. The scorpions had been moving about until they heard the rhythmic music. They started dancing around the room, shuffling out of Euryales way as she tiptoed across the room. Slowly she made her way to the doorway, a faint glow of light came from around the corner.
Continuing to play, Euryale entered the new room. It was a large space with a hole in the ceiling, sand slowly drizzling in. She couldn’t see any more scorpions so she put her flute away. She was shocked when she saw Cera entering the circle of light. She didn’t look so good, her face was pale and she was crawling more than walking. Euryale heard Cera say something about an antidote and then she hit the floor. “Cera!” Euryale screamed as she ran towards her. Cera’s leg was swollen and angry looking. “Oh no, you were poisoned!” Looking up Euryale saw the scorpion statue and the glowing vial on the pedestal. "Antidote, did you think that was the antidote? Hold on hun!"
Euryale cradled her daughter and carefully poured some of the glowing blue liquid down her throat. It smelled sweet and was thicker than water. The pedestal behind her started to sink into the ground, Euryale heard something somewhere open. Color started returning to Cera's face and her breathing started returning to normal. Looking up Euryale saw scorpions circling the light. Pulling out her flute again she started playing, her snakes danced and sang along. The scorpions danced around the shadows, clicking their claws to the beat.
"Mom, how do we get out of here?" Cera said horsley. Without stopping playing, Euryale stood up. Nudging her head towards the lantern Euryale walked slowly towards the scorpions. She walked towards the sound she had heard and again the scorpions moved out of her way. "Mom, is that a door? Hope it leads back out...."
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odet amo generated a random number between
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2024 7:15 am
 You're out walking when you stumble over something. When you pick it up, you realize it's a helm of a Valkyrie. Obviously, you try that on. If you roll a 1: You are transported back into the last battle the Valkyrie who owned this helm fought in. What happens? How does it feel watching and thinking while in someone else's memories? Do you survive? Word Count 534
Zareen had been on many adventures but nothing could have prepared her for what she found that day. Her children were grown and off on their own so for the first time in a long time Zareen ventured out on her own. It wasn't even anything exciting, all she was doing was searching for an old wishing well that was supposed to be magical.
When she exited a dense part of the forest she was surprised to see a glowing helm seemingly float down from nowhere. It landed without a sound on the grass. “Magical wishing well, no. Magical helm, yes?” Zareen stared at it for a while before circling it. Looking around she didn't see anyone. Cautiously she poked it with her hoof. Nothing happened. Carefully she picked it up. “What could it hurt?” she wondered. Looking closely at the craftsmanship she noticed the word
Hlökk etched into the metal. She slipped it on and it fit perfectly like it had been made for her.
The world drifted away and went black. Next thing she knew she was flying. Zareen could hear wings flapping and she could feel muscles on her back where she didn't have wings. Heights was one of Zareen's biggest fears, and now she couldn't even see the ground. The feeling of flying and having no control was making her nauseous. She realized she could feel something clenched in her teeth. She had no control. Everything was happening so fast around her. Long haired armored clad mares soared through the air wielding weapons and shields battling with dark figures. Nothing she was seeing made any sense. Who were these women? Who were they fighting? Whose eyes were she seeing out of?
At a glance she realized her pail leg was dripping blood but she felt no pain or even fear at the sight before her. Warrior's clashed with swords and spears. The sounds were unfamiliar to her, she had never heard bones breaking or screams like this. She dove and banked right seeming to focus on catching a dark stallion. When he glanced back Zareen realized he was more handsome than anyone she'd ever met. When he turned to look back she was able to catch up to him. He slashed at her but she dogged. There hooves slammed into each other, bones must be breaking. That's when she realized what was held in her teeth. A dagger slashed through his side and wing like butter. Blood sprayed making her chest and legs feel warm. The dark stallion fell from the sky along with other dark figures. Zareen stayed aloft.
“This happened long before you walked the earth. And this event is what allowed you to…” A voice echoed in her head. As quickly as it began she was back in the field in complete shock. Zareen took the helm off and looked closely at it again. There were no clues other than the etched word Hlökk. “What is that? A place, or name, maybe a maker's mark?” She wondered to herself.
Trying it back on again she found nothing happened. “That was weird! What did I just see?” She turned and headed home, that was enough excitement for today.
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odet amo generated a random number between
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2024 7:19 am
  You're out walking when you stumble over something. When you pick it up, you realize it's a helm of a Valkyrie. Obviously, you try that on. If you roll a 1: You are transported back into the last battle the Valkyrie who owned this helm fought in. What happens? How does it feel watching and thinking while in someone else's memories? Do you survive? Word Count 539
For the first time in Sierra’s adult life she was fully alone. Her children were all grown and her grandchildren were starting to make their way in the world. Her sisters had families of their own, her oldest friend Flavia had needed to return home for a time and the hardest change of all Raikini had left her just before the birth of their youngest kids. Her world was just a shadow of its former self. She felt like a shadow drifting through life. It was time to finally get answers. She only remembered glimpses of her mother, Saffron. She was a beautiful mare and a wonderful mother but for some reason had left suddenly when Sierra and her sisters, Serafina and Savanna, were just foals. It wasn’t till recently she learned that her mother had been studying ancient stories about a mythical clan of warrior women called Valkyries. Saffron believed that they weren’t just a myth but really lived, they just lived so long ago that their stories became myths over time. It was a crazy theory but it was the only starting point Sierra had to go on. Her father, Tarkgand, told her about ancient ruins in a remote place that Saffron had wished to visit. He didn’t know if she had or not but Sierra set out to find out.
It was hard work getting there but Sierra made it. The ruins were different from any cultures she had ever seen. Strange marks were scratched into stones and intricate knots like artwork lined the edges of toppled buildings. Sierra just took it all in. “I wonder if my mother ever saw this place,” she said to herself as he walked about. Sitting on the floor of one of the buildings was an odd helm. Sierra looked at, trying to figure out how it was worn. She never could have expected what happened next.
As soon as it slipped onto her head the world spun and she wasn’t where she had been. Beautiful heavy armored ponies flew around wielding weapons, their wings were large and strong. They were fighting a group of dark stallions. Each of them wore helms like the one Sierra had found. Despite the scene she was watching, the sounds were distant, the bloodshed oddly visible.
“This was my last stand,” a voice spoke into Sierra’s head. Sierra's view was changing as if she was flying through the battle. She was swinging a sword battling a dark stallion, and seemingly winning. “Everyone is battling and so many of them die during this battle. Myself included. Stand witness to the battle that changed everything. Our enemy didn't want us to exist so one by one they took us out. We had to fight back and here we are." Looking down Sierra saw blood and found herself plummeting from the sky.
"Did a mare named Saffron see these images before me? Who are you?" Sierra heard her voice somewhere in the distance.
"No, I'm sorry young one. Thank you for viewing this." The world faded away. "My name is Ráðgríðr, please remember us."
Sierra was back alone in the ruins unsure what she had just seen. "I guess my mothers theory was correct, but now what?"
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odet amo generated a random number between
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2024 7:19 am
  You're out walking when you stumble over something. When you pick it up, you realize it's a helm of a Valkyrie. Obviously, you try that on. If you roll a 1: You are transported back into the last battle the Valkyrie who owned this helm fought in. What happens? How does it feel watching and thinking while in someone else's memories? Do you survive? Word Count 545
“Yuuki have you seen any mulberries? I really could use some for my painting. The purple they give is the best.” Salena searched the forest floor for her material.
“Nope.” Yuuki scurried about gathering nuts instead. She didn't seem overly interested in helping today.
“Some help you are.” Salena thought to herself. She continued her search, not overly concerned about what Yuuki was up to. Pushing some brush back she discovered an odd treasure. A brown helm with a green gem lay hidden. “How'd you get there?” She spoke to the beautifully crafted piece. “Whoever made you must have been a master craftsman.” Picking it up she could tell this was no ordinary helm, it was an astonishing find. Turning it around she decided it couldn't hurt to try it on.
Slipping it on felt weird. Selena felt dizzy and then the world disappeared. It felt as if she was being pulled somewhere else.
“Hold them back!” she heard a voice scream. Unfamiliar sounds drifted into her ears. *clang* *smash* *crack* *distant screams*. Selena was surprised when she realized the yelling voice was coming from her and around her was a battle. “Blue Valkyries, dive and finish off the fallen! We can't let them recover! Silver Valkyries, fall back and protect the city! Brown Valkyries, with me!” a battle cry let out from the mares as they flew in their designated directions.
The whole concept was foreign to her and felt extremely weird. Wings that were not her wings flapped (not that she had wings to begin with), hooves that weren't her hooves pulled her through the air almost as if she was galapping and hair that wasn't hers flew everywhere including into her mouth. Against her control she pulled a Spear and started wielding it, a shield strapped to her knee. Clenching the spear tightly she saw the enemy. They moved like shadows, fast and out of focus. Her ride must have spotted her target because her movements turned to furry.
*clash* *slash* *oof*
“Geirskögul this battle is pointless,” the scared dark stallion grunted as they clashed. “If the wedding was allowed to commence, we could be done with this!”
“She will never marry the likes of you!” Selena continued to watch herself battle. The stallion was dark and slightly shadowy and not unpleasant to look at. He looked like he had seen many battles both from his form and his scars.
“Be reasonable!” He said almost sweetly despite blocking thrusts and kicking his hooves hard into her shield. “All of us battling, many of us dying, just to keep an entitled brat from fulfilling an arrangement made before she could even talk! No one should be that loyal.” He pulled her in close, knocking the Spear from her. “You use to be that loyal to me.”
The world spun as Salena felt herself falling, wings now pinned, embraced by the stranger. The ground suddenly appeared around her.
“Selena! Salena! Can, you, hear, me!” Yuuki scampered around. Poking and walking on Salena while screeching non stop.
Carefully Selena slipped the helm off her head and looked around at the world around her. Her hooves were again hers, trying to flap her wings only made her shoulder blades sore. “What just happened?” She thought aloud.
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odet amo generated a random number between
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2024 7:20 am
 You're out walking when you stumble over something. When you pick it up, you realize it's a helm of a Valkyrie. Obviously, you try that on. If you roll a 1: You are transported back into the last battle the Valkyrie who owned this helm fought in. What happens? How does it feel watching and thinking while in someone else's memories? Do you survive? Word Count 626
Serafina was on her way to meet her newest lover. At a quick gallop she expected to make it there within the hour. After all, she was in the mood for a fun night. The evening was cool but comfortable which made for a pleasant journey. Something caught her attention to the right of the path. She slowed to a trout trying to figure out what had her attention. A sheer helm drifted into the path. She stopped and took several steps back. The way it moved almost looked as if a ghost carried it over and set it on the path. The way it moved seemed unnatural.
Circling it she looked around for signs of someone else. “Okay, you can come out now!” She yelled to the emptiness around her. No one answered, but she didn't really expect that anyone would. Looking down she turned her focus on the oddly shaped, almost delicate helm. It looked to be made completely of metal but part of it was sheer, almost fabric like. Carefully she picked it up. “It's impossibly light…” she said in a low tone. “How is that even possible?”
Serafina was normally brash but for once she didn't rush and waited to put it on. Hard to say how long she stood there looking it over. When she finally tried it on, the woods appeared brighter. It was nighttime but not so nighttime as it was without them. She could see further and then everything faded away.
Next thing she knew she was standing on a cliff overlooking a sea of warriors mid battle. The sounds of clashing weapons rang out in the distance. Sarafina saw a sword nearby. Was she supposed to join? The sensation she felt on her shoulders was odd. Strands of dark hair blew past her face and that's when wings fluttered too close to belong to anyone but herself. “This isn’t me? How can I see out of someone else's eyes?” She wondered to herself. Her muscles tensed and relaxed and wings nearly brushed her face with each flap. She tried to speak but nothing came out. She tried to turn her head and again she couldn't. She had no controle and it felt like a nightmare.
“Randgríðr!” a mare screamed as her strong angeni wings carried her down to land near her. The strange mare wore a helm just like the one Sara had found in the woods. Long blond hair flowed down past her knees and she wore a matching set of armor to her helm. “The western force has fallen and the Myrkr are heading for us. Their numbers are more than we anticipated. What are your orders sir?”
Sara's mouth finally moved, but to her surprise it wasn't her voice that came out. “We have to fall back. Have all the Valkyries return to the city gates. We can make our last stand there.” Randgríðr said sadly. “The Myrkr will fall even if we have to fall with them! Sister, may the wind be your side.”
“And on yours.” The strange mare took to the sky and started screaming orders to the others in the air and flew towards the distant battle.
“I guess today is as good as any to die.” Randgríðr picked up her sword and Sara could feel how tightly she clenched it in her teeth. “Let’s see how many I can kill before then!” The strange voice mumbled as wings lifted her into the air. The force was so hard it knocked Sarafina back, back to the dark woods she had been in. The helm toppled off her head with an oddly loud thud. For a brief moment Sara thought she saw another standing there but they faded into the background.
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odet amo generated a random number between
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3!
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2024 7:33 am
 You're out walking when you stumble over something. When you pick it up, you realize it's a helm of a Valkyrie. Obviously, you try that on. If you roll a 3: You are transported into the body of an injured and lost Valkyrie. Do you panic? Do you find your way home? (You do not have any breed healing powers as the Valkyrie you're in does not). Word Count 688
The sun was starting to set when Tarkgand made it to the top of the hill, it was a perfect view tonight. The bright pinks slowed to purples and slid gently into blues. Stars shone brightly on the moonless night.
“Time to go home.” Tarkgand thought, standing up to start his slow descent down the hill. He climbed this hill at least once a day to watch the sun leave or greet it when it arrived. It was one of his few joys. That made it all the odder when he realized there was some sort of helm sitting on a stump nearby. He had traveled far and seen more than his fair share and yet this was nothing like other helms he had ever seen.
Without a second thought he put it on and was about to start his descent when the world fell out from under him. At first he thought he had miss stepped and fell but it was no longer night time. Unsure what to think, Tarkgand tried to stand up but almost instantly crumpled over in pain. Looking down he saw blood, way too much blood. Breathing slowly he started checking himself to figure out what he had hurt. His scrounging weren't right, he didn't recognize anything. He had a gash on his hip and perhaps the most shocking thing he discovered was he was missing an important part of HIS anatomy.
Sitting still he started to realize other things were wrong, his haircolor had changed, his coat color had changed and somehow he'd sprouted wings. Wings that hurt when he tried to move.
“Okay,” he said aloud and a rather feminine voice greeted him. “Gah, I must have hit my head hard when I fell.” There was a path on the ground, in one direction it led upwards into a dark mountain forest and in the other it led down into a green valley. He knew he couldn't stay put with that gash so carefully he started making his way down into the valley. In the distance he could hear sounds like a battle being waged but he couldn't figure out where it was coming from. He could feel himself getting weaker and weaker and there was nothing he could do.
“Skögul!” A voice calls out from above him. Looking up, Tarkand sees an angel descending. She was strong and delicate at the same time, long golden hair and piercing blue eyes. He must have died and his beloved had returned to him as a winged angel.
“Saffron, my love I never thought I'd see you again.” Tarkgand whispered, starting to cough. The taste of blood was unsettling and a bad sign.
“Skögul, you're in bad shape. It's Reginleif dear. Stay with me.” The mare began to sing, her horn emitting a pleasant glow that seemed to warm him from within.
What she had called him made no sense. What she had called herself didn't make sense either. This mare looked just like Saffron but it wasn't her. Besides the wings, her eyes were the right color but didn't hold the same warmth.
Reginleif's song slowed and she stood. “Skögul, do you think you can make your way back to the palace? Your injuries should be stable enough for now. I fear there are others I have to attend to.”
“Yyes, of course my love.” Tarkgand stuttered embarrassed. “Of course Reginleif.” He tried to pronounce her name but it sounded foreign.
Leaning in Reginleif kissed his cheek, her face softening and looking more like Saffron than ever. “I am relieved you're okay.” Her wings shot her into the sky, twirling as she went. “I will always find you!” She screamed before disappearing above the clouds.
“If only that were true.” Tarkgand thought to himself. Braced for pain he was surprised there wasn't any. He could see a castle in the distance and started moving towards it. Everything faded again and Tarkgand found himself back on the hillside alone with the stars. Without anyone around he checked first to make sure ALL of him was back to normal before heading down the hill.
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