Writers at Play! [IC contest]

[The Kingdom of Devirad 8]

 

As the descendants wandered through their cities, a melting pot of excitement and loud noises would reach their ears.. It seemed like a big amount of people had gathered around a herald, clothed in grey , desperately calling out for the attention of all.

 

“Hear thee, hear thee, descendants of the four brothers! The kingdom of Devirad is calling out to all the playwrights that grace the soils of these realms to join together in a battle of writing! All may participate and all will be considered equally!”

 

The Crowds stirred in enjoyment, shifting their heads to one another in wonder of who might participate and who might win before the herald pursued his speech

 

“The being whose play is selected as the best of all shall be rewarded with the sum of two thousand shiny minas and the promise of seeing his or her own play go into production! The second best will receive one thousand minas and have his or her play maybe go into production and then the next best will receive five hundred minas. The winning play will be put into production at the hands of the The Devirad Theatre Company. A chance one can simply not pass out on! Send in your submissions to the Devirad Theatre Company Secretary together with your name

 

The Herald would leave behind a large amount of pocket sized posters for everyone to carry along and spread the news.

 

 

 

OOC:

 

Devirad is organizing a competition that anyone can participate in with one basic rule: Write a play. The play can be submitted under any format as long as it is clear and readable and follows server rules. Please comment on the thread to let us know you'll be making a submission.

 

Any submissions should be made to @Tentoa or @Paleo for them to be considered as legitimate.

 

But most importantly, have fun and get those creative juices flowing!
 

 

 

[Archipelego 2188]

"Fockin' spook poets."

[Jygg 330]

"Yeah, Za would rawthawr nawt get drained while reciting his poem."

[GDPR 014 48]

Varron crumples up the paper, 

 

Why have they become like this? His thoughts mingled with the crunching and clacking that occurred in his gauntlet. The shrouded knight then hurls the paper, waving his companion along. [ @Harrison ]