What's That Monster

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Unfortunately, my folder is at another computer right now. I'm won't able to resupply the thread for another few days.

Any request? My collection is extensive.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 I think we're supplied for some time, actually. Oh, and what did you think of my latest one?

[Philote]

Hope these haven't been posted before:

[Whaliens123]

Gentleman Vaultboy wrote

3.9 billion years ago, a spaceship crash-landed onto the developing planet earth. On it were giant reptilian aliens, with serpentine bodies shielded in brown plate armour. They came from another planet about 284 light years away known as Krakafar, which was destroyed by its own star as it turned into a red giant. The aliens, known as Kar'Akir, evacuated everything they could onto arks; The Kar'Akir on Ark 1, the plants on Ark 2 and the animals on Ark 3. The aliens, looking for a new home, discovered Earth, and headed straight for it, as it seemed habitable from that distance. Through the wormhole they went.

But when they got there, the planet was still developing, still a hellish, lava world with giant rocks falling from the skies. They were disappointed, but they knew and hoped that this planet would develop into a heavenly paradise in billions of years. So the Kar'Akir put the plants, animals and themselves into suspended animation, controlled by a supercomputer that would wake them up when the conditions were right. They joined the arks together into one mega-craft, so that nothing might separate the ships.

But disaster struck! An asteroid hit the ground near the craft and sent them diving into the magmatic crust. The supercomputer put up the heat shield in time, but when the magma cooled down, the craft was trapped 10m into the crust. This delayed the wake-up time, until now...

Year 2021, New Zealand. A massive earthquake shook the entire island, setting off tsunamis and making gigantic cracks in the ground. Out of the rubble, the craft's supercomputer came to life, and started scanning the nearby area for signs of a suitable environment. Using the data it gathered, it saw the world was good, and awakened the Kar'Akir from their slumber.
They stumbled out of their pods, blinded by the bright lights of miniature people's flash things and the bright sunlight. Their eyes adjusted to the light, and the supercomptuer activated the Psionic Translator and gave it to the leader of the Kar'Akin.

He spoke these words to the humans: "Beings of this world, we mean you no harm. We came from a dying world in search of a new home, and in the planet here, we have found it. I know that we are larger than you, but I assure you, we are no threat. We will serve you, as the rightful owners of the world we now call home. I thank you, on behalf of my entire race, for accepting us. Thank you all."

And since then, the humans and the Kar'Akir have peacefully lived together, on the planet they both call home. It took a while for the humans to accept them, but they gradually learned to accept them as part of their life. They have put their life forms in underwater domes, and the Kar'Akir are gradually learning the ways of it's new people. And they are all looking forward to the future, no matter what it brings with it.

[Whaliens123]

Philote wrote

They are the Draconites, a more advanced but wingless sub-species of dragon. They have humanoid features, and are treated a little bit better by the humans than the other dragons. That's not saying much, though, because the humans use any they have captured as their slaves. The only real home for them is up in the mountains, with the rest of their dragon family.

The Draconite Royal Bloodline is the family who rule over the Draconites and all dragons. They live in a palace among the buildings of the Dragon City, where they can see the bottom of the mountain below. Previously, the Dragons and Draconites alike lived peaceful, secretive lives away from human civilisation. But that all changed when a human mountaineer found the city when he went up the mountain. Their home was revealed, and the humans rallied their armies for an assault on the mighty beasts. In the ensuing battle, many dragons and draconites fought and died. King Flarenus, the current ruler, was captured and executed in front of all the dragons that survived and were captured as slaves, and the city fell to ruins. The dragons and Draconites that escaped the wrath of the humans went further into the mountains, and up into the freezing north.

Prince Terranis, the son of King Flarenus, would never forget that day. He swore that when he was old enough to become king, he would avenge his father and all dragons, and take back the city. He rallied all the dragons and Draconites together, and told them of his plan. Under the massive fires lit by their own lungs, the blacksmith Draconites began creation. They forged armour, weapons and war machinery from the vast abundance of metal in the cave they took shelter in. The blacksmiths made spears, axes, arrowheads and bows, and for the newly crowned King Terranis, a new royal armour that shined like the sun and a war hammer for the fight. The stealthy Draconites took food supplies and silently hid them in the deserted but guarded city, all without the knowledge of the humans guards. The females made war banners and started to gather medical supplies and water. Many preparations were made, so that the Dragons were fully ready, and the humans were not.

Finally, King Terranis saw that they were ready. Donning his red royal robes and a sash, he put on his gleaming armour and rallied the warriors. The dragons prepared their fiery breath, sharpened their claws and practiced their flying. The Draconites gathered their weapons, put on their armour and proudly held the banners. The females prepared the medicines and other healing supplies. And after all that, King Terranis led the armies south, for that night was the night that the dragons and Draconites avenged their dead former king and city.

As King Terranis stood on the hills above the human village, he rose his right hand into the sky and gave the signal. The dragons saw this and took to the skies, the Draconite army not far behind, on foot. King Terranis raised his shining war hammer as his white sash blew in the wind, then ran into battle with his warriors.

The dragons were coming... And the humans would rue the day they were born.

[Whaliens123]

Philote wrote

The Singing Shyhern is another magic entity of the woods of Hidden Island. It is like the evil counterpart for the Music Mushroom; while the Music Mushroom plays a mystic melody that leads survivors of shipwrecks to safety, the Singing Shyhern's song only lures them to their deaths. She wraps her victims in purple-and-black cocoons of dark energy, where their bodies begin to slowly and painfully decompose, and their guts turn into a raw magic soup. She gets the cocoon, and drinks the internal organs, spitting out the bones outside the cave.

This strange being sings a song whenever a new person comes to the island, which could be every year or so. She lurks in the Crystal Cave, a dark cavern with crystalline evil. She lives in the cave because the crystals are the only thing keeping her alive; Too far away from them and she fades away. They are also useful to her in ways of finding food. Whenever a new soul comes ashore, the crystals that line the walls of the cave turn glow a light blue, alerting the Singing Shyhern of a new victim. She will start singing, and will only stop either when she has captured the person, or the person is influenced by the Music Mushroom. Thankfully, the song only has that affect on people who have never heard it before: Those who heard it but were saved are immune to it, and are less likely to hear it. It is the same with the crystals of the cave; They only glow if new people come to the island.

Many explorers and daring heroes from the village of survivors have tried to use this weakness to their advantage: They have tried to get to the cave without being revealed to the Singing Shyhern. The brave heroes come there to slay the Shyhern and bring her head back as a trophy. The explorers have gone there to discover exactly just what the Shyhern is, so that they can find a weakness and kill it. Why anyone wants to go there doesn't matter; they always get captured and consumed. If you are one of those such people, be prepared to join the collection of those who have died trying. She is almost inescapable. The only one who has ever manage to escape was a man named Jack Wartel, who got out of the cave alive, but died shortly after of Magic Madness.
It is said that the Singing Shyhern doesn't consume all of her victims. Jack mentioned before he died that there were green cocoons as well, and that purple men were coming out of them. He followed these men further underground, and they lead him to an underground civilisation. He said that the Singing Shyhern wanted to eat everyone on the island, and she was going to use this army of twisted humans to do it, to drag them back for consumption, before being eaten themselves. She is preparing her minions for their sick perverted cause.

Pray that she does not succeed. Pray that the Music Mushroom and the villagers can stop her.

[Whaliens123]

Shadowulf1 (Wulf) wrote

 I think we're supplied for some time, actually. Oh, and what did you think of my latest one?

I thought it was great! Well, not so great for the wizards, but the tale should be made into a movie!
With a happy ending, where they find some way to right their wrongs and correct their misunderstandings hopefully... Right?

Too bad about that virgin... They are abused in these kinds of stories a lot.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.

 Though, if it were to be cinematized, I must admit, I'd kind of like it to be horror. If it were to have a happy ending, the happiness would most likely only be relative.

And yeah, I feel for the virgin, too, but in these sorts of stories, other sacrifices simply won't do, now will they?

[Whaliens123]

No, I guess not.

And hey, it's your story. You decide what goes into the movie. And maybe a happy ending is not such a good idea, because then you have to figure out a way for them to solve the problem and destroy that monster. That could be difficult, as they never understood what forces they were playing with, so how are they going to understand it any better now?

Plus, I like your word choice: halcyon, archaic alchemies, and others.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 Thank you, thank you. Really. Much appreciated. And I rather like your style as well...

[Zaleramancer]

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[Whaliens123]

Gentleman Vaultboy wrote

Edward J. Black was born in the Victorian era. For most of his child life, he was relatively normal, but there was always something odd about him. When he was 9, his wealthy parents bought him a fish tank. It had lots of gold fish inside it that swam around, searching for a means of escape. At least that's what Edward claimed, as he said that he could understand what the fish were saying. For hours each day, he sat at a chair and stared at the wondrous, erratic movements of the fish in the tank, his turquoise pupils following them wherever they went. When Edward was 10, he said that the gold fish wanted more room than the small fish tank had to offer, so his father got a giant glass tank the size of 1 cubic metre.

It was then that he started to go into the tank with the fish. He stuck his head underwater and talked to the fish as if they were people! He spent hours in that tank, and he never needed to breathe air. This astounded his parents, and they used him as a show to everyone who arrived for parties. They put the fish tank in front of the guests, and put Edward into it. This astonished the people, and some of them thought that he was an abomination. They ran away. But he never cared, because he had his fish friends, and his friends at school.

But at age 12, something strange happened: One day, his hands exploded, revealing octopus tentacles. This prevented him from being treated as a normal human. For several years, he was shunned by all of society. Even his friends at school treated him like an outsider. It was only until he saved a man from drowning that people saw his weirdness as something they could live with. After that, all was good.

He grew up, grew a beard at age 35, got married and then took his wife to an underwater palace, where he lives to this day. He is especially known in today's society as the father of both Squidward Tentacles from Spongebob Squarepants, and Paul the psychic octopus.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Philote wrote

The ability of magic users the world over to see beyond the physical world, know colloquially as "Wizard Sight", is an invaluable tool to any aspiring magic user. The ability to see the fundamental interplay of arcane energy, the true worth of a mans soul, or the various purely spiritual creatures that inhabited this world, has offered important insight to all areas of magical study. So important is this skill that mastering in is required for graduation from any arcane academy in the Empire. There are many ways to strengthen this Wizard Sight, including the use of special eyeglasses, crystal balls, various forms of meditation from the orient. However, by far the most extreme method is utilized by the the Headless Witch Doctors of the Bori tribe, deep in the heart of the dark continent.

In order to strengthen there Wizard Sight, every Bori Witch Doctor ritually blinds himself on the day of his initiation into the order. From there every milestone in his power is celebrated with yet more mutilation, starting with his tongue, then nose, then finally destroying his ears with red hot needles. Each subsequent mutilation immerses the Witch Doctor more and more into the spiritual world until he is, in essence, spending his entire life seeing with his Sight. This gives them great understanding of the energy's of the world, allowing them not only to become immensely powerful but to be constantly aware of the evil spirits that lurk in their homeland.

The way in which the sense are deadened, to slowly lower the Witch Doctor fully into the world beyond the veil, seems to effectively stave off the normal horrible insanity that comes with keeping your Sight open at all times. It unfortunately renders them profoundly hideous, forcing them to were masks and hoods to conceal their deformities. It is said the most powerful among them prefer helmets made of clear blown glass, similar to crystal balls, allowing their Sight to be reflected in its surface.

[Whaliens123]

Wow, that is a lot of power.

But to be honest, I don't think I could go through that much pain, even for all that power.


Plus, I think only tribal members can do it. It still sounds cool.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Zaleramancer wrote

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Mimics are well know for their ability to disguise themselves everyday objects to ambush their prey, shifting their armored plating around as they see fit. Most objects are relatively simple, chests, walls, rocks. Geometric shapes are simple for the creatures, and they are not adapted for the truly complex forms of other creatures.

With this in mind, it is the official position of the Malberg city watch that the rumors of ferocious, man eating ladies of the night are, in fact, simply rumors. It is impossible for a mimic to take a humanoid form.

[Whaliens123]

Zaleramancer wrote

The Elven Games is a centuries-old event held by the elves every 2 years. It is where all elf types, Solar Elves, Lunar Elves and Terran Elves, unite to compete with each other in elven sports and activities. The events are held in a parallel world constantly in a twilight zone. This ensures that all three races of Elves are equally bolstered: The sun and day for the Solar Elves, the moon and night for Lunar Elves and the world and all that is on it for the Terran Elves, all combined. Every elf competing in the events must be tested for performance enhancing potions and spells, for they do not want cheaters in this equitable contest.

The sports of this great and grand event are things like archery, lifting heavy objects, wrestling, competitive swimming and magic casting. The main goal of the whole event is to win the powerful and mighty Giant Acorn of Galfajirk, named after the founding elf of the event. Whichever tribe that wins it will be physically and mentally enhanced for 2 years, and then they have to give it back at the next Elfish Games. Coming first in any event means you get 3 points; second gets 2, and third gets 1. At the end of the events, the points of each tribe are compared. This is for the final event: "The Fight of the Kings and Queens".

This event is the final event of the Elven Games. It is where the ruler of each tribe competes for the Giant Acorn of Galfajirk. All the points that were obtained by all teams could mean the difference between a glorious victory and a crushing defeat. Before the Clash, the judges see what team is coming first in the way of points. Whichever it is gets a big advantage: Er' Dachala Ror, the Dragon. He is a mighty beast that has agreed to be a prize for getting the most points, and is willing to compete with anything. He can fly, and is very strong and fast. His only disadvantage is his arrogance, which has on occasion let his rider down. He has been trying to resolve that. The ruler of tribe with the most points gets to ride that dragon into battle. This could ensure that the team might win. Whoever tires of their efforts last wins the entire event for their people.

And after that, the winners are given the Acorn and Galfajirk's blessing, before returning to their territory and throwing a massive party. The losers are to train even harder for the next Games, in which they hope they will triumph.

And that is the Elven Games. Come back in 2 years time!

[Whd]

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[Whaliens123]

Philote wrote

Dum de dum de dum... Oh, look! It's another tiny wooden floaty thingy! And this one has tiny people, too!
They are so tiny. I want one as a pet. I would pet it, and play with it, and feed it lots and lots and lots of seaweed! I wish I could have one as a pet, but the last one that I took underwater died. I wonder why.

Oh, look! They're throwing something at me. I wonder what it... Ow! It's a tiny metal ball! It must be their way of saying hello to me. Aw, they are so friendly and tiny and funny. I will keep it forever and ever and ever. Ah, and there's another one!

I caught it! I can say hello back! I just need to drop it on them! Hello, little people! Hello!

(Drops It)

Oh, is there something wrong with your ship? There appears to be a very big hole in it, and water is coming into the ship. Was that meant to be a message that I don't reply to, or something? I'm very sorry. I won't do it ever again! Don't worry, I'll save you guys. Just crawl onto my head, and I'll take you back to the giant rocks that you come from! I'll just lower my head and... No! Don't fire any more hellos! I just want to save you. Now crawl onto my head! Please, please, PLEASE crawl onto my head! Ow! No more hellos! I know you want to be friendly, but you are going to die if you don't crawl on my head!

Oh, okay, you don't want to do that. Okay, well let's try something else. What if I put the boat on my head? Yes, that might work!

(Puts boat on head)

Okay, that works! Now, I want no one to fall off. I'll take you back to your big rocks. Please don't fall off, I'm here to save you!

(12 hours later)

Okay, we have arrived! Now I'm going to put you guys down on the ground very gently, and you are going to crawl off my head. Yes, that's it, that's it, keep going. Good! Everyone is off! I've saved you all! And... Ow, what is that flash? it came from that small flashy thingy. More flashy thingies. Hmmm... It must be their way of saying thank you! Such polite tiny people. I must respond by doing something. What if I flashed my head tentacles? Yes, that might work. YOU'RE WELCOME!

Now, to return to my underwater cave. Phew, what a day!

I hope they come back to fire more hellos at me!

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Zaleramancer wrote

Uric Charon, last Arch-bishop of The City of Silver Feathers before it was taken by the plague. Seeing the horrifying effects of the plague upon his flock, which neither mortal medicine or divine wisdom could do nothing, Uric desperately searched for a way to ease their pain. But as he searched and searched, pouring over every book in the cathedral archives and attempting every procedure he could think of both common and profane, he could find only one thing that effectively eased the pain of the people. Falling into despair, he turned his back on god and forged a covenant with the Lord of the Black Manor for the power to end the cities suffering.

Now, the City of Silver Fathers stands empty and silent. It's great mansions and vast libraries may still house great treasure within them, but none has ever come back from the city to tell of it. Father Charon is still making his rounds, meting out his "salvation."

[Whaliens123]

WHD wrote

Nice

Thank you. What did you think of the sea monster?