[Suzerain of Sheol]

Hello, there. :)

So glad you could make it, especially in these desperate times. I know you're all concerned about finding enough food and water to last out this famine, but perhaps I could interest some of your in a certain collection of glyph-carved stones I've recently come into...

I'm not going to just give them to you, though. No, we're going to have a grand contest. Two, actually!

Art Contest

For this part of the contest, you'll have to submit a drawing (or other visual medium) of a scene involving the event characters. You can be as silly or serious as you want, and even bring in other NPCs if you'd like, as long as you include at least two from the current event.

Entries will be judged on both the overall quality of their work and how accurate/entertaining (either or) the scene submitted is.

You can find profiles for the characters here.

Rules are as follows:

• 1 entry per person
• Keep entries PG-13
• PM entries to me (Suzerain of Sheol) and after to checking them over, I'll collect them in the following post so everyone can see what's being done.
• Entries are final, make sure the one you submit is your best work.

Prizes

The winner of the art contest will receive 100 Runes as a prize!!!

The runner-up will receive a prizes of 5,000 Aurum.

Writing Contest

For those you of you more literarily-inclined, the writing contest is the place for you! Much like the above, write a scene or skit involving the characters from the event, either serious or played for laughs, but try to stay in-character at all times.

Entries will judged on the quality of the writing, how closely the characters match their established personalities, and the creativity of the scene overall.

Rules are as follows:

• 1 entry per person
• Keep entries PG-13
• PM entries to me (Suzerain of Sheol) and after to checking them over, I'll collect them in the following post so everyone can see what's being done.
• Entries are final, make sure the one you submit is your best work.
• Submissions should be between 500 and 1500 words.

Prizes

The winner of the writing contest will also receive 100 Runes as a prize!!!

The runner-up will, likewise, receive a prizes of 5,000 Aurum


Deadline

To be announced, but broadly, the end of the event. I will update the thread with a definitive date as we get closer to it.


And I believe that is all. If there are any questions, feel free to ask them below.

Best of luck to you all. :)

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Art Contest Submissions

Quiet

Cupcake Dolly

Lucid

Espy

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Writing Contest Submissions

Illusion

Jump from high plank towards the ground, a women’s pant is heard under caution of the whipping wind. Looking back from where she stood arrows shot out of the walls behind her. Gasping for air the women lies down.
“I was told jewelry! Not a rusty lamp!” The woman yells in anger with slivers heard from her tongue hissing. A crash was heard, a rolling sound was bouncing off the sandy block walls. “Shit!” She ran in the opposite direction from the rolling sound. She could hear it coming closer, and closer. But luckily she see’s the exit, but something troubling was happening. “FUCK THE DOOR IS CLOSING.” The old sandy stone door was closing, trapping whoever was in its ancient ruin to die from a horrible boulder. The women slid under the closing door but accidently dropping the lamp, she quickly puts her hand through what was left of the opening and grabbed the lamp. The door slammed, and a huge impact was made with the door. “Now that’s what I’m talking about!”

Looking around, the desert seemed endless. The sun was rising, meaning it will be unbearable soon. The woman continues to walk through the desert, her green lizard like tail was dragging in the sand, and just in case she got lost she could try and retrace what was left of the tracks before the sand swept over and cover her tracks. Her blond hair soon became more golden as the sun raised in the east. Time passed, and there was no sight of civilization. “No way, I’m lost…” She drops to her knee’s looking at the stupid dusty lamp a fortune teller told her to find. “The old lady told me I would find the best of jewelry there. Now I’m left with this shit!” She throws the lamp, only to walk up to it and pick it up again. She sighs, and then dusts off the lamp. Suddenly the lamp glows, and smoke puffs out off the nozzle. A pink cloud puffs out, and a chibi like child dressed in silk pops out of the cloud.
“Hello master! I’m G the Genie” The boy genie said.
“Oh ho… That fortune teller did know what she was talking about.”
“Oh you’re interesting women… Can I know the name of my master?”
“N'veiss.”
“Well Master N'veiss its your lucky day because I will grant you…” G was cut off.
“Three wishes?” N’veiss said hissing at the s with thoughts of greed.
“Well actually… I’m not old enough to grant you three wishes, but I’m powerful enough to grant you one.”
“What kind of Genie grants only one wish?”
“WELL I’M ONLY 10,000 YEARS OLD!”
“Understandable.” N'veiss said. She began thinking on what she would want… money was the first thing to come to mind, but she knew how tricky genies were with wishes. She had to be specific with what she wished for. “I wish… I wish an incredibly wealthy man will come find me, take me to his palace, and give me everything he owns.”
G snickered at the wish. “How come it’s always money with you people?” He snapped his fingers. G and the lamp suddenly dissolved in thin air, and then all of a sudden a carriage held by 4 strong men came strolling down the desert “An old, fat, jolly man climbed out of the carriage, he ran almost penguin like towards N'veiss.
“Sweet princess, sweet princess!” He yelled. “I found my true love to be!” Hisses were heard under breathe as the old man swooped up N'veiss and took her to his carriage. “Let me throw out these old rags, and give the finest available!”
“I don’t want your clothes.” She hissed, but the man continued to speak.”
“The finest jewelry…” N’veiss was locked.
“Jewelry… You say.”
“The finest!”
“Well take me away!”

The palace was huge, and blue. It was right outside of the main city. But something didn’t felt right to N’veiss. She was quickly carried by one of the strong servants into the palace, the old man wrote out a contract giving everything he owned to her. She signed it, but suddenly the old fat man seemed to come to senses. “What… What’s going on here?”
“It seems you signed this entire palace to me!”
“What..?” The man read the contract. “FIEND! WITCH! DEMON! GUARDS KILL HER!” That was N’veiss que. She ran out of the palace towards the administration building that will finalize her contract with the old man. But atlas the guards grabbed her, they were too quick.
“Throw this demon into my personal dungeon. I’ll see that my “loved one” will perish accordingly.” The guards dragged N’veiss away towards the palace; her head was covered by a burlap sack. After ten or possibly twenty minutes, her hands and feet were cuffed and chained. The sack was removed from her head. She quickly notices the old man, his old jolly face removed into a serious and yet deadly face. “I will see to it that you rot in this dungeon!”

“G… Dam genie, I should have just asked to be taken home.” N'veiss said damming that genie. Suddenly G appeared in thin air.
“Was that a wish?”
“What are you here for? Come here to laugh at me for trusting a genie with a wish?”
“No I’m here to set you free!” G snapped his fingers letting N'veiss free.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Well I don’t want you to die; I just wanted to teach you a lesson.”
“And what lesson would that be?”
“If you are going to wish something from a genie, hire a lawyer to make the wish for you!” N’veiss wasn’t laughing… She wanted to claw that boys face. “Just don’t tell anyone I didn’t try to help you!” He vanished in thin air. N’veiss quickly ran towards the barred window, ripped it open and escaped the dungeon.
“Fucken comedians…” She said while running towards home.

Alpha

The sight of the ocean was a welcoming one as they drew closer and closer. She twitched in anticipation, so close, she thought to herself, but still so much to do. N’veiss seemed as if she was even more wound up than she was, tail moving all about, never staying still even when she was motionless otherwise. It was obvious the Tangi was still fixated on the idea of the Soulstone being hers.

“Well then, onwards to Nautes. The sooner we arrive, the sooner we can begin putting into motion our theft of their most precious gem,” Jahael proclaimed.

N’veiss practically drooled as the idea of holding onto the gem and having it for her own. It must be enormous to be the source of the typhoon guarding the realm of the Ta’ecelle. Oh the shininess would allow her to make so many pretties for herself. All of a sudden what Jahael had said sunk in. “Wait a minute. You don’t mean we are going to swim all the way out there do you?”

Jahael laughed in response. “Of course not. They should be here shortly to bring us to out destination. After all, we don’t quite have the…. affinity for water that they do. In fact, there they are now.” She pointed out into the distance where a small ship approached them.

Several hours later…

Jahael stretched as she stepped onto the platform, attempting to loosen all the muscles that had become cramped and utterly stiff from the long journey. She glanced over her shoulder where the scaly Tangi carefully walked across the deck of their transport to the dock, taking each step delicately. It was quite apparent that while she was reptilian in appearance, she was uneasy with the water surround the city. Jahael had to admit she was surprised that their escorts into the city proper were not more “fishy” in appearance. It seems that her initial ideas were false, and she would have to adjust accordingly. As they were taken further into what was surely a marvel of construction, she caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a walking fish. She inquired of “What are they? Certainly they cannot be Ta’ecelle as well, can they?” One of the guards chuckled and stopped to turn and face her. “Certainly they are Lady Ambassador. They are the denizens of the lower reaches of our fair haven in the ocean, and are therefore members of our lower classes.” Curious, Jahael thought to herself, they are truly a divided people, distinguishing themselves by class through their very appearance.

Skulking along while the devious Isilme carried on idle conversation with their escorts. Perhaps I should try and slink away now, to steal the gem and keep it all to myself. That Jahael acts as if there is something more she wishes of the gem instead of mere theft. She banished the thought once she realized she didn’t even have the slightest clue as to where it was located. Resigning to more boredom and useless banter, she caught up to the group just in time for the arrogant Isilme to give her a nasty look. How dare she, when I could betray her in an instant and likely gain a far greater reward than what she is promising me. Perhaps I should….it would gain me the trust of these “fish-people” and would allow for me to learn the whereabouts of their most sacred gem, the lovely Soulstone.

“Oh my,” was what the Isilme, the one they told him was called Jahael, exclaimed as they entered the throne room. Haryn chuckled at her admiration of their splendor, then promptly brought himself along with his two guards to block the newcomers’ path. “That will be all, return to your post,” he said to the simple soldiers who had escorted the outsiders this far. They left, moving quickly as they knew they were not wanted in the splendor of the Emperor’s throne. “Now, you have already made it this far, but I apologize for we must search you for weapons and remove all of them.” Jahael looked slightly annoyed, but complied to the search. The more feral looking Tangi, however, initially resisted his guards search. When an attempt was made to remove what they found, she sprung backwards, bringing herself into a defensive stance. “N’veiss, do relinquish your weapons to the Sacred Guard. Especially those kunai you seem so fond of.” She tensed for a moment, causing Haryn to reach for the blade that was always at his side. They are supposed to come in peace. I had hoped it would not come to something like this so early in the visit. After a few moments, the Tangi relented and began removing all of her weapons. In the end, she had removed a small arsenal from her person. They both are prepared for the worst, and I can certainly respect that, he thought to himself. “Is the mainland so harsh and dangerous that you have to carry all of this on you at all times? No matter your destination?” Jahael and this N’veiss looked at each other and laughed, then Jahael answered, “Not always, but since it was much longer than normal and was more than we had expected. At all times, certainly we have to carry weapons on us since we are not so isolated as you ocean-dwellers.”

Much later, following a joyous welcome by the Emperor of Nautes, Eosric, as well as a lavish banquet welcoming the Isilme Emissary Jahael and the Tangi N’veiss, the two outsiders to the city plan their grand theft of the Soulstone, having been shown its location during a tour of the palace…

A dark figure made it’s way through the darkened halls, dodging from one nook to the next to avoid being spotted. She turns a corner and climbs her way to the top of the ceiling, grateful for her closeness to the lizard instead of some more brutal or foolish creature. Hanging over gem itself, she had to suppress a squeal of excitement. So close, so very, very close! Attaching a rope to the ceiling, she lowered herself down, moving ever so slowly. She reached out to grab the brilliant purple gem, when one of the guards stationed around the pedestal sneezed. Before she could stop herself, she uttered the traditional response of, “Bless you.” The guard answered, “Thank you,” then realized that it wasn’t a voice he recognized and turned to see her already up to the ceiling again, scrambling away. “Thief,” the guard exclaimed, “we must sound the alarm for we are betrayed by our guests!”

Jahael heard the commotion and sudden life of the palace, and was hit with the realization that something had gone horribly wrong. That cursed Tangi, she must have been seen…. perhaps even caught. She began to layer on her clothing and armor again, reattaching every weapon that had not been taken by the pompous Haryn and his Sacred Guard. Now I have to find that gem and make my escape. If I get my hands on her, why I’ll…at which point N’veiss ran into her as she turned the corner to make a dash for the gem’s keep. “Damn you! What did you do to alert them?” “I did nothing! They merely turned at just the right time to see my ascent to the ceiling.” Jahael seethed; there must be something she isn’t telling me. Oh well, at this point, what did it matter? She grabbed the hilt of her sword and used it to bludgeon the Tangi and knock her unconscious. She deserves whatever they do unto her, for she was fool enough to be seen after she boasted so much about her skills as a mercenary and thief, Jahael thought as she ran towards the docks, scrambling to get away.

N’veiss awoke to pain, and to her astonishment was placed in irons which held her splayed out with her arms and legs all in different directions. The Ta’celle were even smart enough to have restrained her tail. From the shadows came the familiar Captain Haryn, an evil look in his eyes. “Where is it? Where is out glorious Soulstone,” he boomed at her. “I don’t know! The Isilme, Jahael, must have taken it!” She cowered, realizing that she had let her greed get the best of her. If only she could go back and never have taken this job, perhaps she could be swimming in other riches right now. She would never know now…

Quiet

*knock knok*
"who's there?"
"Kaym."
"Kaym, who?"
"Kaym you open the door? My claws are stuck on the knob."

[Fenris]

If I were a user, I would be all over this, just saying...

[Espy]

I'd be all over this if I wasn't at an all time energy low. (downed three packs of sugar; no effect whatsoever minus a whopping headache. ...Maybe that WAS the effect? /idiot)

[Fenris]

-pokes people to enter-

[Illusion]

I should write a rip off of Indiana jones, avatar the last airbender, and the scorpion king all mix into a treasure hunting epic!
XD

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Considering I've never seen any of those, you might have a pretty good shot at it. :p

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Why does no one want my runes?? WHY?????

[Tiva]

I know Alpha is writing something.

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Well, WHY HASN'T HE SAID SO!?!?!

*looks around around at all the party decorations he hung*

We're supposed to be having fun...

*falls over*

[Alpha]

Sorry....been kinda sleepy today and last night. Basically have it planned out, just have to actually write it.

[Tiva]

*tackles Suze* I can give you a drawing after I finish my other one.

[Suzerain of Sheol]

Cool. Just like to know people are interested, no need to rush submissions. :)

[Tiva]

Okay! *pokes string of lights*

[Reyoki]

Reyo is going to enter eventually. I was at an anime convention all weekend, though, and today the server has been really busy.