The Grand Writer's Contest!

[The Zealot (Sir_Wyvernos) 248]

The Grand Writer's Contest!

Hail! Sir_Wyvernos here to talk to you all about a contest I have been working on. As the title says, this contest is for all of the grand poets and novelists on Lord of the Craft. Now there are a few things first. This contest is story/poem based, but I am only looking for poems and stories that provoke vivid imagery. The poems should paint a picture in the mind of it's reader. I know this may sound slightly picky but there is a reason why.

The Top two Awards of Merit for poems and stories will be illustrated(Two poems and two stories)

The Grand prize winner will not only have their poem or story illustrated, but will also have it narrated in a webcomic style video made by the media team.

The pieces should paint a picture in the mind of the reader, be creative, and well written. Remember to have fun and to be innovative with the pieces. I am very excited to see what pieces are submitted. Good luck and happy metaphocial trails.

Requirements for the Stories and Poems

* Atleast two paragraphs (10 - 15 sentences minimum)

* Pieces should be Rp or server related.

* Pieces must be submitted by June 30th 2012.

Rules

* No submissions of pieces placed into any previous contests will be accepted.

* All pieces must be solely written by you, the writer. Work must be written by the same person who submits it.

* Plagerism will lead to removal from the contest.

* Work must be coherently written and organized.

[cometking123 236]

Should we just submit them here on the forums?

[The Zealot (Sir_Wyvernos) 248]

Edit:

Submissions can be posted/linked here on this thread or sent via private message to I, Sir_Wyvernos. Once the submissions have been gathered, they will be sent to the judges.

[Josh △ 87]

What if you don't want to give people ideas? maybe a PM to you wyvernos? or an admin?

[Sister Sequoia 438]

This is a recurring nightmare of my main character, Lillith Whisperblade. She is haunted by the fall of her home in Aegis, and this dream returns to her frequently. I made a poem for it and I think it is appropriate for the contest. I hope you like it.

--Understanding (Lillith's Nightmare)--

I wander the roads on my own...

I hear terror and fear in a resonant tone...

Seeing the ruins of my home...

As I write the melody within my tome...

Happiness began me, sadness tore me down...

I see the truth, the bleak remains of the town...

Betrayal moved me while love soothed me...

I cover my eyes while I deny what lies before me...

I hear the voices, I hear the screams...

I am falling apart at the seams...

I tremble, I flinch, I scream out my rage...

While within me, control falters, a war does wage...

Once more I look up, my eyes upon the sky...

Blanching, blood cold, as I see the horror on high...

A flashing orb of terrible red hue...

And then I awaken in bed, as if on que...

I hold my head, sweat and tears on my face...

As I still tremble in fear, my heart rapid in pace...

Alone I hold myself, crying silent, weak in heart...

Enduring because somehow I know I must play my part...

[xmrsmoothx 317]

How will these be judged, and by whom?

[Space 2335]

War

The Warrior lays on the ground, numbness slowly spreading through his body. He lay in a stream, sticky crimson liquid mixing with the dirty water. He slowly becomes aware of the gaping hole in his stomach. Of the ungodly stench entering his nostrils. The screams of agony piercing the air, setting his mind ablaze with the thoughts of past.

Swords slashing, going with the screams of bloodlust. Axes shattering on heads. A cry for help. And, the feel of cold steel running through him, the grunt of exursion when he pulled it out. The dull thud as he fell to the ground. And then...

The blinding white light. The shattered remains of memories. Happy times. His mother kissing him goodnight. His father teaching him how to fish. His wife as a child, skipping down the lane. The Warrior rubbing her stomach, feeling the slight kicks.

But then, memories of sorrow. Soldiers knocking on his door. Being pulled away, kicking and screaming. The eyes of a child, whose father is being taken away to almost certain death. And then, the orc plunging a spear into him.

Such is war. Such is being sent off to fight for someone you don't know, something you don't believe you in, and against a enemy just like you.

He closes his eyes, accepting the darkness as a single tear rolls down his face.

Thought this might lend itself well to a web comic. -bow-. Are we allowed to edit it until the 30th of June, change anything we don't like?

[Soran 11]

Very Nice, I now have something to write for a bit :D

[Hwaldar 132]

What are you supposed to write about?

[Watyll 1104]

Challenge accepted.

[Rom 59]

Right then, I may be of use here..

[Viper3X 1056]

How will these be judged, and by whom?

From what I have heard from Wyvernos, he will be the judge.

What are you supposed to write about?

Anything that is LotC related.

[The Zealot (Sir_Wyvernos) 248]

How will these be judged, and by whom?

They will be judged based on this:

This contest is story/poem based, but I am only looking for poems and stories that provoke vivid imagery. The poems should paint a picture in the mind of it's reader.

The judges are media team members with a few selected staff members.

What are you supposed to write about?

Anything Rp related piece or something that could fit into a Rp world (not necessarily ours).

[Auvreaeath 263]

The Dark War

For Centuries, the Dark Essence of the Game Moderators has been spreading across the lands of Aegis. The legendary group of the Forum Moderators, stood strong fighting against their ranks, winning many wars, and losing thousands. As both sides pushed on, Aegis fell apart.. It began to crumble beneath the feet of it’s members, the Elves, Dwarves, Orcs, and Humans, all saw it..

The time of the Dark War was to come to an end soon..

Suffering

Suffering, still suffering.. It is all around us, the air... The water... The earth... Aegis is shattering.. Crumbling to the Coding of Vaquxine.. The tides have turned for the Forum Moderators.. They’ve retreated to the last welcoming home of Aegis.. The Game Moderators have withdrawn from their caves within the coding lands and have come out striking all who cross their paths with /kill and /lightning..

Some have been lucky though.. Many Game Moderators have made mistakes.. Using the wrong comm- Spells and casting them upon the single members of Aegis with certain letters or numbers in their names.. They have /give ‘d items to random players on accident and never found out who. These items have been given to the Forum Moderators in evidence of Ban Reports.

Many have begun to suffer.. This is all we’ve gotten from this war.. Is the chance to suffer..

A Change in Heart

As the legendary Robin Drake has betrayed his fellow Game Moderators and joined the Forum Moderators as their leaders, he has given a speech that has brought all of Aegis together. All of the Forum Moderators have heard this tale.. And all of them recall it everyday.. It can be found below.

“My Brothers! I see in your eyes, the same fear that would take the heart of me, a Day may come, when the courage of Aegis fails, and break all bonds of Moderation, but it is not this way, an hour of work, and shattered warns, come crashing down, but it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear, to your titles, I bid you stand, Forum Moderators of Aegis!”

As Robin had finished his speech.. The traitorous Alan had betrayed us all, shooting Robin with a bow and running.. Luckily.. Robin had survived, and using his remaining power from Game ModeratorShip he cast a lightning bolt of immense power upon Alan instantly killing him but Accidentally killing Alien1WorkShop1 at the same time. We all feared Alien were to be slain in such a way.. But not that day.. We mourned his death.. And soon later a Halfling by the name of Roen took his place in our hearts.

The Forum Moderators took one final stand that day..

The time is ours

As the rain poured upon them, the rows of Forum Moderators marched toward the heart of beautiful Malinor where a portal towards the coding had ripped open. Robin leading on his galient spawned in pegasus, and the other forum moderators marching in eight lines of three behind. As Robin threw his mighty staff in the air, he rode toward the coding hole and roared like a boar the Forum Moderators charging afterwards.

The Final War has Begun

The Forum Moderators ran through the portal seeing Freya transmuted into a Wolf, instantly they saw Vaquxine shooting scripts of coding towards Robin as Robin raised his staff into the air creating a sphere of light firing the scripts back at him. As Clumsy Vaquxine saw the script coming back at him he instantly gave himself Gamemode and ran away, but Robin was to smart for that, and at that moment Robin withdrew Vaquxine’s gamemode and Vaquxine was tangled in his own script.

Freya charged at the Forum Moderators but was instantly shot down by an elven Moderator named Arik who withdrew from formation and charged toward the giant keep made out of Bedrock world-edited in by the Game Moderators. Arik drew back his bow releasing a volley of arrows towards Seventh, who was asleep on the ramparts. Instantly Seventh was shot in the head, stomach, and knee, but he was in Gamemode. Seventh muttered a booming Laugh and Urasept and Latsi flew over the Ramparts attacking the Forum Moderators.

Instantly, Robin used a impossible command as he powergamed his perms back into place and he enchanted everyone's weapons to hurt others with gamemode. Arik shot Seventh two more times and Seventh instantly fell to the lava moat below, with one final wish, Seventh used the /kill command upon Arik who crumbled over in a heartbeat. Soon after Hiebe and Repiteo charged at the flying Latsi and Urasept, cutting away at their feet cutting off their toes. As Urasept and Latsi realized what Robin had done, they merged together in a final effort and turned into Latsept.

Latsept instantly threw a magical fireball upon both Hiebe and Repiteo and incinerated them both.. But in a final vain attempt, Repiteo uttered two words, and the mighty NekoDanie came around the corner in her Dragon Form and Game Moderated him. Instantly, seeing how Repiteo was a traiter, Auvreaeath charged at him, bow in hand three arrows nooked on the string at once, and a long dagger at his side. Auvreaeath let all three arrows fly at Repiteo instantly killing him. Latsept saw what happened and he threw his arm straight towards Auvreaeath, but the elven Forum Moderator was to fast.

He took out his dagger and shoved it into Latsepts arm as it came by, Auvreaeath then jumped onto his arm as Latsept threw him around in rage. With a vain attempt, Auvreaeath drew one more arrow, he let go of Latsepts arm, and as he was thrown back into the depths of coding below, he released one last shot, straight into Latsepts eye, instantly blinding him. Auvreaeath then fell, into the darkness below.

As the Forum Moderators saw Auvreaeath’s Actions they charged at Latsept in their remaining 7 rows of three and shot a volley of arrows and swung a dozen swords into the beast. As Latsept fell, the mighty NekoDanie called forth her remaining Army, and out came Shiftnative, Mogroka, and Lirinya.

As the Four flew towards the marching Forum Moderators, Robin Drake teleported Boomack21 to the scene, Robin hit Boomack21 on the back of the head and told him, “Late as ever” throwing him with a command towards the oncoming Game Moderators. Boomack21 screaming in terror collided straight into Lirinya sword in hand and stabbed her straight through the heart, but it wasn’t a good thing for Boomack, as they fell through the air into the darkness below. In an attempt to save her ShiftNative cast a final spell killing Boomack but hitting Lirinya at the same time.. They both fell numb to the vastness below.

Now three Game Moderators left, Shiftnative, Mogroka, and NekoDanie. Gathered in a triangle at the top of the tower, and instantly began a spell. As the Forum Moderators saw what happened, Robin Drake bestowed a power of greatness upon them, killing himself in the process, his last words, “For Aegis..” He exploded into a million stars which now glimmer in the realm of Asulon today.

The Forum Moderators, gathered in one giant Circle, and directed their gaze where Robin last stood, they uttered two words, “For Aegis” and the Coding Lands began to corrupt upon itself. ShiftNative and Nekodanie, instantly threw Mogroka off of the tower they stood, and Game-modded him back to Survival teleporting to the test server. The Forum Moderators were trapped, but they realized Robin did more then just allow them to do the corruption, in a gathering of stout Dwarves, strong Orcs, and Humans, the Forum Moderators exited the Coding lands and ran to the members of Aegis, screaming for them to get on the Ships.

We’re off to Asulon. The Forum Moderators have won.

The Dark War was written based off of the server, but not necessarily from roleplaying perspectives. This war is a fictional war based upon the Forum Moderators and the Game Moderators, bringing a gruesome fight to the death. While this is not roleplaying related it is based off of a few wars we've had in the past and I'd rather not have people steal ideas of mine from Roleplay into their own. You may re-create this or do what you will with this story when it is finished though.

I hope you enjoyed the read, and I hope you liked the version of the Undead/Aegis war.

There are two quotes from the story, both originally from Lord of the Rings but one inhibited by Lord of the Craft into the Escape to Asulon trailer. I do not own the speeches nor did I come up with them.

[Ursolon 197]

So, just for the hell of it, I decided to post my lore on my lost city of Tyr, the first half is basically the life of my first character, Ursolon. Anyway, just thought I'd make some attempt at this.

Tyr - The Northern City

"I was a wanderer... I was seeking a place to call home... Ascella was shown to me from then on I knew I was destined to be part of something great. It was nearly a decade ago that I first called that place my residency. Markus Powell. A man. A King. A liar. The infamous Markus Powell offered me the position of 'Head Blacksmith' for his so called 'Kingdom of Andromeda'. I wasn't much for politics back then, just wanted to keep my belly full and my hands warm. I'd heard a few reports of something called 'Seventis Loyalists who were trying to take the town or something. I didn't care, though... I was given land, I created a blacksmith for the town, I spent nearly two years in Ascella.

During the second year, while I was on my annual mining trip to the wilds, a massive blizzard struck the land just North of the Waruzg. I was trapped underground... I ate only mushrooms for weeks upon weeks. After the storm had passed, I had no idea where I was. I had lost all sense of direction and thus I was forced to wander the wilds for nearly 4 years. Eventually, an Alrasian patrol happened upon me and brought me back to civilization. I knew where I had to go. Ascella awaited.

I returned to a changed city. The walls had been rebuilt, I had heard something about Markus being dead and his right-hand had taken over. Lord Jullius was his name. I'll never forget the man who put me in the position I am in today. I spent only a day in Ascella before 'The Great Storm' hit both the Wilven Sanctuary and Ascella. ( Hate ya Vaq. ). The town was essentially turned into rubble instantly. I felt obliged to do something about it. I went directly to King Renati and I offered to rebuild the city. The walls went up with due haste, the homes, rebuilt, I was too late for the underground district, however. The flooding from the storm had caused the support beams to give way and thus a large landslide swept through the area destroying everything.

By the time I had nearly finished the reconstruction, I still hadn't met Lord Jullius. I began to think some of the citizens were distraught and were spewing story-tales for I knew that no honorable lord would leave his people in such a dire situation. The very same day I placed the last brick, a man rode into town and asked me my name "Ursolon. Who might ye be?" I responded "Lord Jullius of Ascella" I was told. I couldn't believe my eyes. Not only was he real but he was stupid enough to come back to a town that he had abandoned in it's greatest time of need. I was flabbergasted, you couldn't even begin to comprehend the frustration that this caused me. He walked about Ascella, flaunting his noble robes, asking for thanks from the people. He claimed to have been responsible for the reconstruction of the city.

Time passed and I kept doing everything that I could to improve Ascella.I was soon resisted by Jullius though. Whenever I had a good idea for something, he wouldn't let me put into action... I grew more and more frustrated with the way Ascella was being run, or rather ruined.

I spoke out. I gathered supporters. I petitioned for the removal of Lord Jullius and the people approved. I presented the evidence to King Renati and he held a meeting between the three of us. After some arguing and shouting, King Renati destroyed any and all respect I had for him as a King. The decision to keep a cruel tyrant on the throne was that of a weak man, one who couldn't make a decision that might have had some consequences. He disappointed me and Ascella. Fed up with the lack of progress, I spoke out more and more, publicly denouncing Lord Jullius in front of him. He saw me as a threat... I know he did... He banished me from Ascella, never to return.

It was only a month later that my warning came true. Jullius, once again, went missing. He left his people again. Seeing opportunity, I attempted to speak with King Renati about claiming the lordship. Upon finding him and conducting the meeting, I was informed that he intended to make Ascella the new capital of Seventis. My dreams were shattered, my hope lost, my anger... fueled.

I gave up on Ascella. It was a lost cause... Tainted soil that only brought foul actions to Asulon. I decided that it was time to move on. Old Seventis was a crowded mess of poorly designed buildings and since I was banished from Ascella, it was my only destination. However, I chose the other path. I founded the town of Fairfield and provided a new home to those who suffered under Jullius' reign. I guarantee you that any citizen of Fairfield will attest to my honor and loyalty to my people. After the creation of Fairfield, I found myself playing a larger role in the Kingdom of Seventis. I ended up becoming a great friend of King Renati and him and I worked together to achieve greatness for the kingdom.

When we outgrew our given land, we sought more. We traveled East through a process that will go down in Seventis' history forever. The Great Migration was the movement that brought us to the new land we call home. The population split when we came to our new land. The people of Fairfield traveled North, to the rolling hills, to settle the city of Tyr under my name. The citizens of Old Seventis traveled farther East to found the kingdom's capital of Sarun.

This is my story..." - Ursolon Ironheart

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“I do not love him, nor do I hate him. I’ve been told by many that he was a great man, however, I wonder why he, who is such a ‘great man’ would have abandoned his child. I cannot forgive him for this for he may have intentionally left me behind. I cannot blame him either, as far as I know, he had done everything in his power to find me. I am certain that he was not perfect, if he was so great, why would someone murder him?

I have been handed a great responsibility, I ask that the people of Tyr help me, rather than slander me. I think the King, for accepting me to Seventis and I hope that we can create a relationship that will prove most prosperous for everyone. I come to this land, not seeking riches or power, but a way, a way to fulfill the expectations that so many of you have of me.

I expect the inevitable. Hatred and anger will come, I have no doubt of this. I do not expect you to open your arms and allow me to do whatever I please. However, I do expect a chance. As I have said, I come here offering an opportunity for both of us. Cooperation between us is the only way in which we will achieve greatness.

I have been called upon because someone has seen potential in me. I am supposed to end the chaos, not create it! If you do not approve of my arrival, I ask you to speak your mind, however I will not step down if a single soul demands it. I will not give up my rank if but one man requests it. I do not know Tyr. I cannot decide who should lead, but I have decided that I will remain unless universal support for another is gathered.

Rather than accuse me of being my father’s son, who will make the same mistakes as him, help me make the right choices. This Kingdom is already riddled with treason, treachery and whis’prings of rebellion. Should violence ensue within Tyr, I have no doubt that it will spread across Seventis until our homeland is trampled and kicked into the Nether.

The death of my father will lead us down one of two paths. You can either, accept me and help me create an utopia for us all, or you can wait for your neighbor to set fire to your home and murder your family.”

-Ulric Ironheart