What's That Monster

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Philote wrote

Ages ago, the kingdom of Almega committed a grievous sin. Under Castill the Mad, 1st High Queen of Almega, the army rounded up everyone who objected to her appointment. Using foul magic, lost in our time, they constructed the Soul Cages; great titans with the strength to shatter armies. The dissidents were locked into these walking cages, and the giants were unleashed into the countryside so that all could see the fate of those who defied Castill. Not even death was a release for these wretched souls. Even after starvation their immortal souls were trapped within the beast, forever denying them their just rewards.

She constructed hundreds of these giants as the kingdom fell to ruin and more began to speak out against her, until finally the Kingdom collapsed into a bloody revolution from which we never truly recovers. The Soul Cages, being docile when not threatened, wandered away from Almega and spread across the world. So far, all of our campaigns to locate these giants and free the damned souls from their confinement have met with abject failure.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

[Whaliens123]

Gentleman Vaultboy wrote

In another universe separate from our own, there was a planet where magic was considered right, and science was shunned. The scientists were said to be evil and perverted, and were burnt at the stake. Science textbooks were burned, and books of spells were what the students read and studied. The biased view of the public was never ending.

But there was one boy who sought to change all of that. From birth, he had both a talent for magic and science, but as he saw what was done to those who practiced science, he kept it a secret. Absolutely no-one knew of his extra, unwanted talent.

But one day, he decided that he could hide what was inside of him no longer. When he was 18, he went and bought himself a house far from the local towns people. He bought a cauldron, and got the ingredients that he needed for his experimental spell. He put in the liquids of hope, honesty, kindness and acceptance, and secretly obtained sulfuric acid, a flask of carbon dioxide, and 1 drop of water. This wasn't a laxative, love or loathe spell, or even science; It was both! He sought to show the world that science could be used for good.

And he would have succeeded, had the townsfolk not found out that he obtained the sulfuric acid and whatnot, which were ingredients for science. They stormed into his house, discovered what he was doing, and trashed his house. In the ensuing violence, a bottle of potion fell into the cauldron... A bottle of hate.

With the magic to science ratio of the potion out of balance, a disastrous thing happened: The multicoloured goop started to grow and grow, until it was a evil liquid giant, with multiple eyes. With ease, it took to the skies and vomited magic acid that destroyed the planet. It then went out into the universe, and undertook a mission to destroy all worlds in that universe. It is still destroying worlds as we speak.

THE END!

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 An alchemical aberration against nature destroying different worlds as we speak???

Good God, man, you have GOT to join New Beginning.

[Whaliens123]

Ah, great to hear that you like my story!

Shadowulf1 (Wulf) wrote

Good God, man, you have GOT to join New Beginning.

What is New Beginning? It sounds cool.

[Zaleramancer]

Bored Reality Benders Looking For Something To Do.

[Whaliens123]

Is there any way I can access it?

[Zaleramancer]

Think of a suitably insane character concept and head down to the RP section.

[Whaliens123]

Gentleman Vaultboy wrote

I overheard this tale from a friend, who heard it at a camp fire, that there's a ghost referred to as "Old Blazer". This ghost, it is said, appears wherever a human life has been taken by a fire. There, he appears in all his fiery glory, before vanishing. But 2 days later, he comes before a child in that town, and haunts them with memories of fire and makes them think they are being killed by fire, before leaving him with a burn scar on his hand, in the shape of a "B". After that, he is never seen again.

He is the ghost of a man called Benjamin Marcum, who's parents died in a fire. He was 10 years old when he saw their skins on fire, heard their screams of agony, smelt their burnt flesh. He grew up in an orphanage with an abusive administrator, and ran away at the age of 16. He wanted other people to share his grief and sorrow, so he started abducting children and burned them alive. He always burned them 2 days after the anniversary of his parent's death, because 2 was his favourite number. He always only burnt one victim.

But one day, as he was about to set fire to another victim, he slipped on the floor and set himself alight, dying in the process. The police never knew who murdered all those children, and they never would.

But his ghost still lurks around, looking for new victims...

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

You? You I like.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 Same here.

[Whaliens123]

Gentleman Vaultboy wrote

The Music Mushroom is a mystical traveller of the woods on Hidden Island, an island on Earth where magic has prevented technology from finding it. The woods of Hidden Island are filled with wisps, singing birds, giants, rock elementals, giant wolves and humanoid trees, and other such spirits.

Many times, human ships have washed ashore, leaving the human survivors stranded on the island with no hopes of escape. In a clearing, all of the survivors have formed a small village, and some have even formed families and had children, continuing the population.

The Music Mushroom plays a long and magically improvised tune all day and all night, which leads people from recent shipwrecks to the site of the village, so that they may not be lured in by the Singing Shyhern, an entity that lures in the lost with it's singing, and devours them. The Music Mushroom plays a melody, which leads the new survivors to it, and then it leads the people to the village. Then, it goes back to the trees around the village, and returns to its hut amongst the trees. It will go back to playing the tune, waiting for more survivors of more ships.

It is also the healer of the village. It will appear to anyone who is sick, injured or in pain, and heal them with another magical tune. It has been known to heal fatal wounds, cure deadly sickness, and help women giving birth. The only thing it cannot heal is when the person is dead. Death is too strong for it. Instead, it comes to the dead on their funeral and absorbs the body. It is it's way of saying that it is sorry for not being there. It strengthens the Music Mushroom, so that it might heal faster next time.

At night, the song it plays for travellers and survivors is heard all over the island, and gives the sleepers good dreams. It comes to any house in the village with any person who is having trouble sleeping, appears by their bedside and plays a special song that puts them to sleep.

The Music Mushroom is just one of Hidden Island's guardians, looking after the humans and keeping them safe and healthy.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Philote wrote

His arrival was a failing on our part.

We thought that we knew the sciences. We thought the untold archaic alchemies needed only to be passed down through the stories. Angry, wizardly incantations, powerful patterns and systems devised for harnessing demons, foolproof auspices for speaking to gods. We were adept in concealing and unearthing arcana, we thought.

Looking back, further study would have been advised. Years more.

The day we had set aside was perfect, the very start of our glorious halcyon days. No cloud mottled the sky, no winds tossed the seas up into tempestuous uproar. Birds only just disturbed the air with their cries. Best of all, care of the ritual inscriptions had been given to the most experienced, most devout priest of our sect...me. With the help of my acolytes and the white-clad masses sending up their praises down on the beach's shore...I would help to usher in a new and permanent age, governed by benevolent gods our people had long lost.

My toes curled on the lush, green grass of the beach's rocky overlook, and I sighed, content, as the salty, cool sea breeze caressed my face. Indeed, it felt as though the hand of The Goddess was on my side, and she was pleased that I would herald a new age of blessedness on the face of the world. My fingers clenched on my tunic, and then straightened out the wrinkles of my priestly vestments. My eyes closed.

I poured my heart out, into that magic.

My words came forth, not of my will, but having a will of their own. They wove together into hymns and praises that I had studied vigorously, and into verse I had never known I could know. The wave of utter exultation that washed over me half-forced the words from my throat in a torrent, and half-strangled my ability to breathe. And in response, I could feel it. The very fabric of nature turned. In response to my cries, and the crying worshipers down on that beach, it turned, awkward, inward, sent a warm-and-cold shiver all through the depths of my being.

For fear of what I might see or not see, I dared not open my eyes as the salt-lick sea air ignited, and cast my whole world into otherworldly flame. And that first shiver became a pulse that I was sure only I could feel, a series of fierce, unyielding quakes. Those quakes broke my heart, and made me whole, and broke my heart again. They shook my foundations, and caught me on silver wind as I fell in love with all the whole of the universe. They came from the external world, The World Beyond, I knew, and yet some part of that earth-shattering awesomeness, some spec of that insight into the Cosmos...some of it, I knew, came from me.

If only it had been the right part.

You see, the trouble is, where I had been studying, about our people's venerated past, had been the musings of quite a disturbing, and quite disturbed individual. Where we thought we were reading up on valued ancient artifacts, we were in fact reading upon his vile and demented attempt at entertainment. And our translations were so grievously incorrect.

For example, our current word for divine ecstasy, S'torrm, was once considered a grave disturbance of the sky. And Qu'ayk, what we use to describe the walking of gods on the face of the earth, was once a tremor to devastate the land. And what we call freedom from oppressive rule, Kayoss, the thinkers of old assigned as the word for confused anarchy. Worst of all...the word we use for divine might with which the gods smite down enemies, Doum, the ancients used to spell the end.

So, that is indeed what we called forth. What...I...called forth.The harbingers of our extermination. The beginning of the end of our people's very existence. Though, we should count it our fortune that they see fit to make use of our world's resources, first. For that much, I am indeed grateful to our most exalted Demon Overlords.

Now, hurry up, out to the overlook, and blow the sacrificial trumpet, child, don't be sluggish. Su'nah-mee already knows where we hide, here in this cave, and he will not wait forever for this week's virgin sacrifice.

[Whaliens123]

Imaginative, yet not so happy... I like it!



Also, your storm planet is ready!

[Whaliens123]

Gentleman Vaultboy wrote

Hello, and welcome to ma hoome in the sky! She's a pretty one, isn't she? My mam an' pap helped me make it.
As you'll notice, it's a giant bagpipe! Not a wee little one you'd carry over yer shoolder. Thes one can fly intae the sky on its sweit wee melody, too!
We built thes tae beat Uncle Frenk, an' his giant haggis! Lest Christmas, he made a haggis that fed our entire folk for 3 months! Even uir distant relatives! Ah wanted tae make a larger object, an' haur it is! BEAT THAT, UNCLE FRENK!

[Zaleramancer]

I know, right!

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 Nice.

[Whaliens123]

Thanks guys! As a newbie, I feel welcomed!

Or am I just that guy in nearly every TV series that comes in for 1 episode, befriends the main characters, and then, when the time is right, betrays them all?


Joking!

 Oh, and nice avatar, Zaleramancer. Is it for the new year?

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 Oh, trust me, Whaley, you betraying us would be far more to your detriment than to ours.

 But, really. I'm glad you feel welcome! We hope you enjoy a good long tenure among our creatively-eccentric ranks.

[Whaliens123]

Hey, Gentleman Vaultboy, do you have any more monsters? This topic is AWETHOME!