Thank you, Ariel, for taking over Writer's Group on this day.
Thank you, William, for logging.
Thank you, Nia, for editing this log.
Those who shared are:
Edward
William
Ariel
Albero
As a heads up, the squirrel who is in this log, is Albero. She's currently locked out of her account on the main site. It's a technical issue.
Welcome
Ariel.of.Narnia:I call Writers' to order
Sir-Edward:Right then!
Ariel.of.Narnia:I suppose the first order of business is to appoint a logger. I will do it if there are no volunteers *looks upon her audience of two*
Sir-William:I'll do it
Ariel.of.Narnia:thank you, Will
Sir-William:smiley-lol smiley
Ariel.of.Narnia:alrighty.
Ariel.of.Narnia:do either of you have anything to share?
Sir-Edward:Not much, A small piece.
Sir-Edward:but yes
Ariel.of.Narnia:that's fine. go for it!
Sir-Edward:right then! here goes!
Sir-William:I haven't read it yet so I'm excited smiley-lol Can't wait to find the spelling errors. just kidding.
Ariel.of.Narnia: lol
Sharing
SIR-EDWARD SHARES
Sir-Edward:the few tattered remains of the army fled deeper into western gresslettene, the twenty-mile long stretch of grassland that separated castle Steinmur, and Bakke hill. General Lade stopped and did a quick headcount of the soldiers passing him. "just thirty-five of us left." He muttered bitterly. "I hope that number doesn't get any lower by the time we reach Steinmur. He continued on, forcing himself to put on foot in front of the other again and again. just ahead of him, Yerik,Besk, Liten,and stål were also showing signs of serious fatigue. Lade knew that at this rate, the army, if it could really be called that, wouldn't make it half way to the relative safety of the Castle. so he made a decision. Raising his voice to a thunderous bellow he shouted out orders. "All soldiers are to discard their armor and any heavy equipment that they posses! under no circumstances drop you weapons however! we my yet have to fight and if we do we don't want to be defenseless!" Discarding their armor as they ran, the soldiers quickly began to feel lighter and more mobile. Yerik and his friends, despite not having much in the way of heavy equipment, did till feel lighter on their feet and quicker in their stride. ten miles later however they were panting for breath and longing for a rest. it was then that that the general, who was now at the head of the small band, ordered a halt.
"We stop here!" He shouted, " take three minutes to rest and share what food we have left! you three!" here he pointed to three strong-looking guardsman holding spears,light some torches and bring them here!" Besk raised an eyebrow at Yerik, "Torches? what would we do with torches other then alert the enemy to our position?" Yerik shrugged, "I Don't know Besk, but the General doesn't do things without a reason, he must have a plan of some sort to get us out of this mess."Yerik was worried for his friend Gevir, Not for his wound however, It had healed quite nicely, and hadn't been all that deep to begin with. no something else was wrong with Gevir. he seemed to be almost in thought, he didn't eat or drink, and whenever Yerik tried to talk to him, he seemed distant, even sad.
All to soon the Three minutes were over and the troops were up on their feet again. about fifteen yards ahead, the Troop came to a large gorge surrounded by trees,and with a thick, rope bridge spanning the length of it. General lade ordered the troops to cross then put his plan into action. "Light up the bridge lads!" he bellowed, "Put the torches to those ropes!" doing as they were ordered, the three large guards from earlier put their torches under the supporting ropes of the bridge until they light up with the licking flames. Yerik watched this with growing reassurance finally, they could continue marching, knowing that they had put some distance between them and the Beserkera. Suddenly, a Loud Erie cry rang out to his left and Gevir bolted passed him and across the flaming bridge! "Gevir!" Yerik Yelled, "Where are you going?" The huge Creature turned, a mournful expression on it's face. It let out one last moaning wail and bolted of, Careening back eastward and back toward The desert it knew so well. Yerik Fell To his knees, still calling after his Huge friend. Besk Put a hand on his shoulder, "I'm sorry Yerik, I don't know why He would run like that, maybe he just couldn't take the thought of battle and war and wanted to go back to his desert." Yerik Nodded, Trying to digest the information and the actions of his friend. finally after a long moment, he sighed and got to his feet. Liten and stål stood by in companionable silence. Yerik Turned to a sound that rose to his left ."Move out!" Came the General's loud voice. "That will delay the enemies for a while, but all the same we need to put some distance between us and them!"
Yerik Brushed a hand across his eyes and started the long march once again. the company soon made their way across the more swampy ground and thick brush of the myrvann country situated in the middle of gresslettene. then about six more miles of flat grassland, where the horizon never seemed to get any closer if front of you, and the scenery behind you never seemed to get any farther away. but finally,rounding the top of a small hill, the company of Soldiers beheld the castle Steinmur in all it's glory and splendor."It's huge!" Gasped Besk, "aye lass" Agreed General Lade. "It took seven generation of menneskerien craftsmen to construct It and carve it out of the granite rock. He sighed and gazed up at the huge castle's network of walls, towers, and battlements. "We'd better be getting Inside and give these troops the rest they deserve." He raised his voice so all around him could hear."Pick up the pace lads! the first one inside those walls is the first one to get sleep and a hot meal!" A chorus of joyous cries arose from the ged crew of survivors. suddenly, they didn't feel so tired anymore, and though it was at least a quarter-mile across the grassy fields that led to castle Steinmur, they were pounding on the gate before half an hour had passed. "Who goes there?" A deep gravely voice thick with highland accent greeted them.
Sir-Edward: The end! Yeah, not much..
Ariel.of.Narnia: *sigh* You had to end there? 😛
Ariel.of.Narnia: I'm really liking the work you're putting into the geography
Sir-Edward:Thank you
Sir-William: Epic! smiley-lol
Sir-Edward: I love making maps and locations to my stories, builds realism.
Sir-William: I always enjoy your weekly article, Ed. ; )
Ariel.of.Narnia:*snickers at Will*
Ariel.of.Narnia: Ed, that's fantastic!
Ariel.of.Narnia: Did I mention that I love the names? I think I did...
Sir-William: lol
Sir-William: Sounds familiar...
Ariel.of.Narnia: Heehee
Ariel.of.Narnia: Any idea how long this story will be, Ed?
Sir-William: I think I've heard it said somewhere...Oh wait, we knows, we knows!
Sir-Edward: Not too much longer, but we'll see.
Ariel.of.Narnia: smiley-lol Okay, so a good short story in all
Sir-William:The final part does take place in the castle, I've been told.
Sir-William: and they just arrived
Ariel.of.Narnia: Lucky Will gets spoilers. 😛
Sir-Edward: Hehe
Sir-William: LOL
WILLIAM SHARES
Ariel.of.Narnia: Got anything to share, Will?
Sir-William: I have a premium discount
Sir-William: Um... *looks*
Sir-William: I have another story based off a board game that Ed and I played
Sir-William: Unless you're sick of those
Sir-Edward: lol
Ariel.of.Narnia: Haha, no, the last one was fun! Colonel Mustard was hilarious!
Sir-William: This one is a less known game
Sir-William: Ever heard of Worst Case Survival?
Ariel.of.Narnia: Hmm, no, I haven't
Ariel.of.Narnia: *quickly wikipedias it*
Sir-Edward: It's a game were you progress through a game board and to move, you must answer a survival question.
Ariel.of.Narnia: ... and Wikipedia doesn't have it *googles instead*
Ariel.of.Narnia: Haha, okay
Sir-William: Sorry, it's actually called Worse case scenario, I think
Ariel.of.Narnia: Alright, I think I get the idea of the game. Go for it, Will!
Sir-Edward: Usually consisting of something like: how to make a rodent trap in the wild. And then it would have three answers that you would have to choose from.
Squirrel 6742798: smiley-lol
Sir-William: So I wrote this as Ed and I progressed through the game, so it's shaped by it
Sir-William: *begins*
Sir-William: My name is Josh Spencer. I undertook a race through the wild with my partner Gilbert Todd last week. Here is how it went. We began next to a tall, rock cliff, and made our way down the dirt path that led into the forest. Both of us ran as quickly as we could, but neither of us made much headway on the other. Rays of sunlight pierced the canopy of leaves above us as we sped through the forest. It was a very beautiful day.par
As I ran through the forest, I suddenly became ravenously hungry. Seizing a nearby turtle, I killed it with my hunting knife and began to cook it over a fire using its shell as a pot. Once it was cooked, I reached into it's shell and pulled out the meat. It wasn't the best tasting, but it filled the stomach. It wasn't until later, however, that I learned that if I had boiled it instead, and then eaten it, I would have gotten more nutritional value out of it.par
As I made my way through the forest, I became aware of a nearby train whistle.
I made my way towards the sound until I made upon a railroad track. Hearing the whistle again, I discerned that it was moving towards me. Climbing a nearby tree that leaned over the tracks, I prepared myself for a jump. If I could get on top of the train, I could make some headway in this race. A whoosh of air hit me as the train past below me. Bracing myself, I jumped. The landing knocked the wind out of me, but I managed to hold on. Standing up, I began to take small steps towards the ladder on the end of the train car. All at once, however, the train took a sharp curve, and I was thrown off. I might have been badly injured had I not landed in some thick bushes. Brushing myself off, I continued along the path.par
But I had only made it 5 minutes down the path when I suddenly had another craving for food. In my haste, I mistook Daffodils growing along the side of the path for Dandelions. I ate one, and became deathly ill. I was forced to stop and treat myself with various medicines in my backup that I had brought along in case of this happening until I was no longer deathly ill. par
As I headed down the trail, I heard another train whistle. I guess it was time to try again!
I climbed another tree, and used it to get on top of the moving train. This time I made it down the ladder and into the train cars. I sat down in a seat, and was filled with glee at the speed that I was moving towards the finish line. I sat up suddenly when I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, that another train was coming down the track towards me in the opposite direction! Preferring not to be in the train when the two collided, I made my way to one of the doors on the train car I was in. I waited just a moment until I saw a grove of bushed approaching, and then hurled myself out of the train. I landed on the bushes just moments before the rending crash of metal next to me signaled the collision between the two trains. par
Moving down the trail, I became hungry and started looking for food. Finding a coral reed growing in a nearby river, LOL, I searched for octopuses that might be asleep, but none of them were, and they always escaped me in the end. par
After a half hour of walking, I broke out of the forest and into a grassy plane.
The dry grass waved along the sides of the path as I walked and the wind felt good on my face. But a sound reached my ears from the east, and I looked to see what it was. A stampede of buffalo was headed straight for me! At first I panicked and started to run, and then thought better of it. Curling up into a ball, I prepared for the inevitable. The sound of the hooves came nearer, but I was confident that I would be alright. I was utterly trampled all over and hurt badly, but I survived. I tenderly got to my feat and continued down the path.par
"Oh, what a beautiful day!" I said to myself. The sun is shining, the wind is blowing, the sky is full of ash, and-wait, what! The sky is full of ash! A volcano! I dashed into a nearby cave just as molten lava flowed over its entrance. I ran ahead of the lava flowing at my heels until I reached a high stone in the cave that was above the level of the lava. Fortunately I had brought a book so I had something to do while I waited for the lava to cool. However, I needed to have adequate eye protection before I left the cave, so I cut out some can things to secure around my eyes. It didn't work and my eyes itched for hours afterwards.par
Goodness, when was I going to reach the finish line? Wait, why is the ground stirred up in several places?
Sir-William: It couldn't be, could it. Gulping, I took a rock from the ground and tossed it at one of the spots of disturbed soil. BANG! It exploded violently in a burst of flame and a shower of dirt. It was a minefield! Thankfully, however, I knew how to deal with this situation, and retraced my steps until I was clear of the minefield. par
What's that glint in distance. The finish line! I run towards it shouting triumphantly. All at once I noticed that my voice is echoing across the -gulp- snowing mountainsides around me. A rumbling sound reaches my ears and I know that I have started an avalanche. I tried to out run it but was swept away. After a great deal of tumbling and tossing, I came to rest. I was worried that I might be buried deep, but my fears were so allayed when my hand punctured through the snow and into open air. As my eyes adjusted to the bright light reflecting off the white snow, the first thing I was my front door. The avalanche had carried me all the way back home. What a day. But at least it had been fun.par
Squirrel 6742798: I have a critique
Ariel.of.Narnia: 😛
Squirrel 6742798: If you'd like to hear it
Sir-William: Are you saying you have a comment for the story?
Squirrel 6742798: Yes :0
Squirrel 6742798: *smiley
Sir-William: Something bad?
Sir-William: lol, sure
Squirrel 6742798: ...yes
Sir-William: I just wrote it the way the game went so I won't take the blame
Squirrel 6742798: I noticed that you kept switching from 1st to 3rd person a lot
Sir-William: Drat, I do that
Sir-William: Yes, it is one of my worst faults
Squirrel 6742798: It's okay
Squirrel 6742798: I do it sometimes, too
Squirrel 6742798: I naturally write in 1st person
Squirrel 6742798: But sometimes I write in 3rd
Squirrel 6742798: So when I do that, I'll randomly switch to 1st again XD
Sir-William: *shrugs and swaggers over to a fence and leans on it* Are you feeling third person today?
Squirrel 6742798: *eyebrow* What?
Sir-William: Lol
Squirrel 6742798: (you just got Berry's eyebrow of death XD)
Ariel.of.Narnia: smiley-lol
Sir-William: Heh
Sir-William: *dies, I guess*
Squirrel 6742798: *also has something to share*
Squirrel 6742798: Once we're done discussing this smiley
Sir-Edward: Then please prosead!
Squirrel 6742798: XD
Sir-Edward: Proceed*
Ariel.of.Narnia: does anyone have anything more to say regarding Will's sotry?
Ariel.of.Narnia: *story
Ariel.of.Narnia: Heehee
Sir-Edward: lol
Sir-William: Please prosead with the sotry
Ariel.of.Narnia: *looks around* go ahead, Squirrel
Squirrel 6742798:All in all, I think it was a hilarious story.
Squirrel 6742798: Lol
Sir-Edward: *shakes head and laughs*
Squirrel 6742798: (this is Berry)
Sir-William: Was there ever any doubt?
Sir-William: smiley-razz
Ariel.of.Narnia: Thanks for clarifying.
Ariel.of.Narnia: I'm rarely in chat, so...
Squirrel 6742798: I wrote this poem a few weeks ago...I've only shown it to a few people
Sir-William: smiley
SQUIRREL 6742798 (Albero/Berry) SHARES
Squirrel 6742798: Loneliness is a child
Crying in a corner of your heart.
When others get close
She hides.
She tends to think
That they see her
But don’t do anything to make her go away.
She wants to show herself
But thinks she’ll be
Rejected
Or
Called “fake.”
So she stays there
Crying in a corner of your heart
Wanting to leave.
Ariel.of.Narnia: smiley-sad
Squirrel 6742798: Yeah, I write what I know...I've been very lonely sometimes, so I wrote about that smiley-razz
Sir-Edward: *patpats*
Squirrel 6742798: smiley
Ariel.of.Narnia: I know the feeling
Sir-William: I've written fairly lengthy pieces of literature about myself, actually, because when I write about myself, I feel as if I'm telling someone all my troubles
Ariel.of.Narnia: Very short, very compact, very powerful
Squirrel 6742798: EXACTLY
Squirrel 6742798: @Will)
Sir-William: I liked it
Squirrel 6742798: smiley
Ariel.of.Narnia: Any further comments?
Sir-William: Of course having my mind downloaded on a computer for an alien to take control of is a bit unnerving, but my computer is password protected
Squirrel 6742798: XD
Ariel.of.Narnia:*raises brow*
Ariel.of.Narnia: Oh.
Sir-William: lol, anyway
Ariel.of.Narnia: Sooooo... I guess it's my turn?
Sir-William: Yay!
Ariel.of.Narnia: *raises brow*
ARIEL SHARES
Ariel.of.Narnia: Okay, is anybody familiar with Rise of the Guardians?
Sir-Edward: Indeed!
Squirrel 6742798: YES I LOVE THAT MOVIE
Squirrel 6742798: smiley-lol
Ariel.of.Narnia: smiley-lol sweet, so I don't need to do any explaining for this?
Sir-Edward: Nope
Ariel.of.Narnia: * was worried she was going to have to*
Squirrel 6742798: Nope!
Ariel.of.Narnia: Also, any title ideas you have would be appreciated since I'm not so sure about my working title
Ariel.of.Narnia: There was always something about snow that gave Jamie Bennett a little thrill. True, the temperature was far too balmy for February, but that didn’t stop the snow from falling down in clusters. Of course, it melted the moment it touched the ground, but it was beautiful all the same. Some people passed him, shoulders hunched up, hurrying to shelter. Others watched from windows. But Jamie Bennett walked with his head held high, his face exposed to the gentle crystals.
Even now, with textbooks weighing down his backpack and his fourth semester of university already racing toward midterms, he could forget his troubles for a little and enjoy himself. He remembered past winters filled with snowball fights and sledding and, later on, snowboarding. Those were the times. He was stopped by a red light and he stuck out his tongue to catch a few flakes, just as he used to do all the time. A snowflake landed in his eye and he blinked it out. Then a little cluster surprised him when it landed on the tip of his nose.
Squirrel 6742798: smiley-lol!
Sir-William: smiley-lol
Ariel.of.Narnia: Jamie Bennett was, of course, too grown up to believe such things anymore, but that feeling of a snowflake on his nose was comfortingly familiar and brought a wave of nostalgia, childhood memories of, very simply, fun. As he crossed the street, he realized that he wasn’t thinking much of his friends – Pippa, Monty, and the rest of them. No, he was remembering someone else: a lanky figure with white hair. Vague as this shadow of memory was, though, it did have a name. That much had stayed with him all this time.
“Hey, Jack,” he said under his breath. “Been a while.”
Another snowflake alighted on his nose – almost as if it was teasing him – and Jamie Bennett couldn’t help but smile.
Ariel.of.Narnia: The end
Squirrel 6742798: Yay!
Sir-Edward: *claps!!!*
Squirrel 6742798: I /love/ it!!
Sir-William: *touches the heart and the nose* 😉
Ariel.of.Narnia: This is what happens when I walk home from work in the same weather conditions and, yes, get a snowflake in the eye and then on the tip of my nose.
Squirrel 6742798: lol
Ariel.of.Narnia: So any title ideas?
Sir-William:Lol, I've gotten to much snow in my eyes in past experience. I wish I had worn goggles.
Ariel.of.Narnia: @Will: thanks!
Sir-William: smiley-lol
Ariel.of.Narnia: Haha, people always say, "but you have glasses, so you're fine." and to that I say, "snork, so not true..."
Squirrel 6742798: I have a hard enough time coming up with my /own/ story titles XD
Sir-William: Yeh, you have to have a sealed siding to really keep the snow out.
Ariel.of.Narnia: @Berry: I know, right? @Will: Exactly
Ariel.of.Narnia: My working title is "Peppermint Winter", after the Owl City song, but the song has literally nothing to do with this piece...
Ariel.of.Narnia: (or vice versa)
Squirrel 6742798: XD
Sir-William: Ed knows more about this movie than I do. I fear that I can be of little help
Ariel.of.Narnia: C'mon, Will, it's currently named after an Owl City song!
Sir-William: lol
Sir-William: Snow Flakes?
Sir-William:um..
Squirrel 6742798: smiley-razz
Squirrel 6742798: Ummmm....
Sir-William: Snow Flakes landing on my nose and eyelashes? smiley-razz smiley-razz
Sir-Edward: Lol
Ariel.of.Narnia: lol!
Squirrel 6742798: XD
Sir-William: I could tell by the extra mirth that you got that smiley-razz
Squirrel 6742798: Memories?
Ariel.of.Narnia: Yup
Sir-William: There you go
Squirrel 6742798: That's all I've got at present XD
Ariel.of.Narnia: Haha, okay
Sir-William: Listen to the intelligent squirrel
Squirrel 6742798: smiley-razz
Squirrel 6742798: I've got one more thing to share, btw smiley
Ariel.of.Narnia: Well... does anyone have anything hanging about their back pockets they want to pull out or shall we end it here?
Squirrel 6742798: ^^^I do!
Ariel.of.Narnia: Okay, shoot, Berry!
Squirrel 6742798: One second smiley
SQUIRREL 6742798 (Albero/Berry) SHARES MORE
Squirrel 6742798: Prologue
Before this story is begun, Dear Reader, something must be explained. It takes place in Tesserah, a land of four self-governing provinces: North, South, East, and West. The North is called Isiga, which means “icy”, The South is called Ami, “friends,” The East is Terre L’est, “east lands,” and The West is called “Tsura,” “light of dawn,” since it’s the first province to see the morning (unlike Earth, I’ve heard.) Tesserah is an island, and no one knows if it’s the only island on the world, but I highly doubt that anyone will ever sail off to see. There are rumors that some Tsuri have sailed away and came back with gold and fantastic stories, however. What do you think?
Squirrel 6742798: In cold but warm-hearted Isiga, where there is snow year-round, their favorite thing is food. Family feasts are a nightly occurrence, and village feasts monthly. Then, about once a year, Chieftain Beorne, the ruler of all of Isiga, holds a feast where everyone in Isiga who has a means of getting to his castle can come and feast, whether peasant, farmer, merchant, nobleman, or priest. I hear it’s great fun, although I’ve never been to it myself. All of the people there are fair-haired and pale, and have blue, grey, or hazel eyes. They wear blue and silver clothes, those being the color of their beautiful sky and glittering snow. The women usually have their hair in some kind of braids, some simple and some intricate. The men here are hearty, the women gentle, and the children bright-eyed and always laughing.
Ariel.of.Narnia: Ooh
Squirrel 6742798: In Ami, it is warm and sunny, with many green vineyards, orchards, and gardens. The summers hot, the winters mild, it truly is beautiful. The people there are just as warm and welcoming as their weather. Amis are relaxed and peaceful, spending summer evenings on their verandas, telling stories. They welcome guests warmly and don’t mind it when the guests are unexpected.
Amis are all olive-skinned with dark hair and eyes, and all over Tesserah it is agreed that Ami women are the most beautiful of all Tesserans. Their clothing is plain white and brown, and the women keep their ebony hair loose over their shoulders. Ami is by far the most beautiful province of Tesserah.
In Terre L’est, it is usually raining, or at least cloudy. Outsiders are hardly ever allowed in, but one of them wrote of having become very depressed whilst visiting. I think everyone is depressed there, most especially the people living there. The rulers are oppressive and spread lies and propaganda about the other provinces so that the citizens will stay there. There are huge prisons there, and most convicted criminals are sent there. It’s really quite sad.
The people there have all different hair colors, but all have green eyes and fair skin. The women and girls pull their usually wavy hair up into tight buns, but I think they’d look beautiful if they let it down. Their clothing is always very plain colors: grey, mauve, taupe, and olive green, mostly.
Ariel.of.Narnia: smiley-sad
Squirrel 6742798: (obviously, I'm good at making Ariel sad smiley-wink )
Squirrel 6742798: Tsura is mysterious but friendly, quiet but loud, familiar but strange, and gentle but fierce, just like the people who live there. There are deserts, mountains, and valleys, truly as diverse as the Tsurans. They are nomads, moving from place to place in Tsura and all around Tesserah.
They are beautiful people, with medium skin, dark brown hair, and silver eyes that are as sharp and mysterious as the owners of the traits. The women wear big skirts and bell-sleeved shirts made out of satin, along with headscarves, shawls, vests, and belts made from the same thing, all very brightly colored. The clothing is very brightly colored. The men wear linen shirts and vests and pants, and everyone goes barefoot. They are truly the familiar strangers.
Squirrel 6742798: -the clothing is very brightly colored
Ariel.of.Narnia: Cool
Squirrel 6742798: Now that you know where the story takes place, my job is done. Vona from Isiga, Aveline from Terre L’est, and Syieria from Tsura will tell you their stories, and you will learn much more about this land, which, just like its province Tsura, is familiar but strange.
Squirrel 6742798: End of the prologue
Sir-Edward: *Applauds vigorously!*
Ariel.of.Narnia: smiley-lol
Squirrel 6742798: So, my two critique partners and I are writing this story together, but I wrote the prologue myself, because I had plotted out the story a while before.
Ariel.of.Narnia: I love the descriptions of all the peoples
Squirrel 6742798: One of them is writing about Vona, the other one about Aveline, and I'm writing Syieria
Ariel.of.Narnia: Ah'kay, so the three of you are the three named characters (essentially)?
Squirrel 6742798: Pretty much, yeah smiley
Squirrel 6742798: We'll all write first person for the characters smiley
Ariel.of.Narnia: Cool!
Squirrel 6742798: But I thought a personal, omniscient narrator would be fun for the prologue
Squirrel 6742798: Do you have any ideas on what i could change to make the prologue better?
Ariel.of.Narnia: Well, it's all very cool and it sets up the scope of the world nicely. I'd just suggest taking care to develop the characters and their provinces more as the story progresses.
Ariel.of.Narnia: Yeah, it does make it fun. smiley
Sir-William: Wow, that prologue was really, good smiley-lol smiley
Sir-William: It struck a chord in me 😉
Sir-William: smiley
Sir-Edward: indeed!
Squirrel 6742798: smiley
Squirrel 6742798: Can you tell which Earth-countries I based the Tesserah-countries off of?
Ariel.of.Narnia: I imagine the north are Norse-ish?
Squirrel 6742798: Scandinavian, yes
Sir-Edward: Some of them seem like mongols in their clothing a nomad-ishness.
Ariel.of.Narnia: *reads the prologue again*
Ariel.of.Narnia: Or gypsies
Squirrel 6742798: Nope
Sir-Edward: O.o
Squirrel 6742798: Yes, gypsies
Ariel.of.Narnia: The depressed place makes me think Russia
Sir-Edward: LOL
Squirrel 6742798: England/France, actually...but I definitely gave it my own spin smiley
Ariel.of.Narnia: ... or North Korea. O_O
Sir-Edward: That's more like it.
Squirrel 6742798: Like...pre-French Revolution France a little bit, but with English weather smiley
Ariel.of.Narnia: Ah, got it.
Sir-William: Russia is better than it used to be, so I think that North Korea would be closer
Squirrel 6742798: And then the warm one?
Sir-William: Right
Sir-William: Um...
Ariel.of.Narnia:*trying to find it*
Squirrel 6742798 smiley-lol
Sir-Edward: Sort of a, Robin-Hood Nottingham sorta place?
Squirrel 6742798: Nope
Ariel.of.Narnia: I'm feeling Mediterranean?
Squirrel 6742798: Italy
Ariel.of.Narnia: Or Spanish
Ariel.of.Narnia: Ah'kay
Ariel.of.Narnia: I was close
Ariel.of.Narnia: smiley-lol
Sir-William: *thinks of warmth*
Squirrel 6742798: I actually came up with this story with a sudden image in my head...would you like to hear?
Sir-Edward: Not the warm place! I was talking about the depressed place!
Sir-William: I would, yes?
Ariel.of.Narnia: Of a faun carrying packages in a snowy wood? What was the pic, Berry?
Sir-Edward: Indeed
Sir-Edward: LOL
Sir-William: Heh
Sir-William: If it works, don't fight it
Sir-Edward: Tell us!
Squirrel 6742798: A girl sitting in a tree on a sunny day in a place that looked suspiciously like Italy, just eating an apple, enjoying the sunshine
Squirrel 6742798: Yeah...can you say "Berry wants summertime"? XD
Squirrel 6742798: So anyway,
Ariel.of.Narnia: smiley-lol
Squirrel 6742798: That became the inspiration for Ami
Sir-William: smiley
Squirrel 6742798: smiley-lol
Squirrel 6742798: Okay...I should go smiley
Sir-William: Thanks for coming! smiley-lol
Sir-Edward: *waves! Bye!
Squirrel 6742798: It was so nice doing this...I haven't been to Writers' in FOREVER
Squirrel 6742798: *hugs friends*
Squirrel 6742798: *poofs*
Sir-William: *hugs and waves*
Ariel.of.Narnia: Okay. you should come more often
Ariel.of.Narnia: Bye!
Ariel.of.Narnia: Say, guys, have you got another minute?
Sir-William: I wonder if Tenny will read this 😉
Sir-Edward: Yes?
Ariel.of.Narnia: You bet she will
Ariel.of.Narnia: If only 'cause she has to edit the log
Sir-William: We have an hour and nine minutes actually
Squirrel 6742798: Yeah, I'll be able to come more often, now that it's at a later time smiley
Sir-Edward: lol
Ariel.of.Narnia: ... okay?
Ariel.of.Narnia: Haha
Ariel.of.Narnia: Berry's story made me think of something. hang on while I dig up the picture
Squirrel 6742798: Ooh, I have a second to see it
Sir-William: So Tenny, since you're reading this...
Squirrel 6742798: *quietly grabs some chat logs*
Ariel.of.Narnia: 😛
Sir-William: That's right, Tenny, I'm talking to you
Sir-William: Can you see me?
Squirrel 6742798: HI TEENY
Squirrel 6742798: *smacks Will*
Sir-William: She's not that small ;P
Sir-William: *is smacked*
Squirrel 6742798: That's her nickname
Sir-William: Oh, whoops
Ariel.of.Narnia: 😛
Squirrel 6742798: Someone once misspelled Tenny as Teeny and it stuck smiley-lol
Ariel.of.Narnia: Okay, got it. this is a direct link, so there are no other images involved. (Link removed. PM Ariel if you want it)
Squirrel 6742798: COOLNESS
Ariel.of.Narnia: smiley-lol
Ariel.of.Narnia: I haven't the slightest if I'll ever do anything with them, but if I do... I need names
Squirrel 6742798:The first one is Isiga,
Ariel.of.Narnia: Here's a basic description:
No idea if they're mythological sisters, friends, or royalty of different nations entirely, but anyway.
Water is a quiet and kind princess, but will not hesitate to rise and protect her realm. Fire, is impetuous and a fierce warrior princess who will not only defend her people, but lead them a few wars of her own. Air is the maturest of the group and has a flair for international relations, balanced with some fun in between. Earth is the most peaceful princess of the four, minding her own business as much as possible, tending her land, and taking joy in the simplicity of things.
Squirrel 6742798: The second one...hmmm...not sure
Squirrel 6742798: The third one is Ami
Ariel.of.Narnia: smiley-lol
Squirrel 6742798: WAIT NO
Ariel.of.Narnia: Earth is prolly Ami
Squirrel 6742798: Yah
Squirrel 6742798: Air is Isiga
Squirrel 6742798: Fire is Tsura
Sir-Edward: .o0( why does the fire element always have to be the angry, impetuous one?)
Squirrel 6742798: And Water is Terre L'est
Squirrel 6742798: Okay, now I really have to go
Squirrel 6742798: *poofs*
Ariel.of.Narnia: Be...cause... fire itself is like that?
Ariel.of.Narnia: Bye!
Sir-William: *waves*
Sir-Edward: See ya!
Ariel.of.Narnia: Besides, she was the only element in the game that had weapons...
Ariel.of.Narnia: I'm sure she has a soft side too... somewhere
Sir-Edward: Somewhere...........
Sir-Edward: *eyebrow*
Ariel.of.Narnia: Heehee
Ariel.of.Narnia: See, I can see these four having some sort of relationship. some will get along better than others
sofia fairytales: His all
Sir-Edward: His all...what? 0.o
Ariel.of.Narnia: But, maybe, at some point, the four will band together to do something great... even Fire and Water
sofia fairytales: HIs
Ariel.of.Narnia: Hi, Sofia
sofia fairytales: Err I'll just say hi.. lol
Sir-Edward: Oh! hi!
Ariel.of.Narnia: 10:00 pm Got anything to share?
Ariel.of.Narnia: Haha, that's fine
Ariel.of.Narnia: So, Ed, any name ideas?
Sir-Edward: For...?
Sir-William: The princesses I think
Ariel.of.Narnia: Mm'kay, we've been at this for 1.5 hours and seem to be done, so... *bangs gavel* class dismissed.
