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Challenge #04904-M155: Drastic Change Consultancy
A group go to the B'Nari to get new bodies. They wish to develop underwater cities, without needing domes for air, so they, and their friends, can finally live peacefully together. -- Anon Guest
[AN: The Alliance has LOADS of planets where people can live according to their personal moral alignment. Also I have a planet called Beach where Humans and Cetaceans have built a society together]
They were looking at a water planet with relatively shallow oceans. Kelp farming and fish husbandry were their main goals. But they also wished to live as merfolk. Anything spaceport related would be happening on the one island large enough for such a thing, and mostly run by the people with thalassophobia.
The rest of the islands were too tiny for dense habitation.
Though technology existed for the Humans settling there, they wanted something different. Really, disturbingly different. They wanted to become fully aquatic merfolk.
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Challenge #04903-M154: Scars on the Inside
A troop of marines had finally rotated home after a lot of... unpleasant experiences. Now, they planned to sit back, relax, enjoy their hard-earned retirements, and definitely enjoy the summer and all the fun that came with it. -- Anon Guest
After six months of trudging around in battle-ready armour, it was damned good to feel the air on hir skin. It felt even better to plunge into the open ocean and take the weight off hir feet and spine. Trooper Glyn still wore hir skins, even though this entire planet was clothing-optional. Ze didn't wish to be completely vulnerable to elements ze hadn't experienced in person for most of a year[1].
Glyn broke the surface out in the gentle waves, appreciating clouds in the sky instead of a permanent cover of smog. On the nearby beach, appreciating the breeze on all of his skin, was hir troopmate Sef.
"Aw, they'll let anyone in here," Glyn called. "There goes the neighbourhood!"
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Challenge #04902-M153: Strictly By Chance
Wraithvine had two new adventurers to train. One, a person who is able, in small bursts, to stop time, one who was willing to risk their life to save hirs, and another, a terrified child who was alone in the forests and almost entirely feral. The immortals, Wraithvine and Birbid, and that fully immortal cat, Lilbit, were now a new adventuring party with these two young wonders. No prophecy, no destiny, just family. Which is nice for a change.
https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-04878-m129-unexpected-rescue
https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-04882-m133-taming-the-wild-child -- Anon Guest
[AN: Those stories were unrelated. Not any more]
Bibrid had been examining Scramble's ability through his Dragon eyes to see if anything was different to true Draconic senses. Irritatingly, everything remained the same. He still couldn't unriddle what sort of spellwork was going on behind Scramble's eyes. He sighed and resumed his accustomed Gnomish guise. "So much for that idea. Sorry for wasting your energies."
"I'll be fine," Scramble helped hirself to one of the good berries. All the better to restore hirself. "We camped to make sure that the energy was available to spend. No threats from the woods, no rampaging Adventurers in the middle of nowhere, no unforseen-- oh, I spoke too soon." Scramble pointed to Wraithvine's return, and the small creature in the Eternal Wizard's tow.
"Oh dear," sighed Bibrid. "That doesn't look like a lot of forage, Wizard."
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Challenge #04901-M152: Pest Control
A ghoulish adventure unfolds, as Wraithvine discovers a message carved in runes upon a hanged man’s flesh which leads hir to a dread idol, a seer frightened to near madness from her own visions, and a lake which often turns red like blood… -- Deathshead419
It was shit like this that set Wraithvine on hir path. It was stuff like this that made hir take hir oath in the first place. The criminal in the gibbet had infernal runes appearing on his left leg right before hir eyes. Even more chilling than that omen, was the fact that the runes were directions.
The dead man's hand tapped the sigils six times.
I get it, Wraithvine thought, You don't need to rub it in. Ze set off to the ominous destination inscribed on a corpse. If there was an incursion from the Plane of Torment, this was a certain sign. So Wraithvine spent a lot more effort than normal to reach hir destination.
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Challenge #04900-M151: Big Truffle in Little River
Two villages, once best friends, were viciously warring. A seer came to town prophesizing doom as both villages were to "lose their names". The battles stopped. They lived in peace to fortify against the doom. The seer lied, and did not lie, the war stopped, they didn't die. -- Anon Guest
Swindon and Wallowdale had been battling over a pig. The exact circumstances differed depending on who you asked, but the broad strokes were thus: It was the other side who stole it and it was their bound duty to get their revenge against those filthy pig thieves on the other side of the stream.
So far, there had been minor injuries, but things were bound to escalate. Clearly, someone had to do something.
These facts were completely lost on Maggart, who lived in the woods alone and had eaten a few too many of the interesting mushrooms growing in a nearby cave. That, in combination with a lot of equally interesting flora, resulted in her stumbling onto the bridge where both villagers posted up to have there semi-weekly battle.
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An announcement for my lovely readers:
Draft2Digital, in their infinite excuse for wisdom, have elected to charge "low earners" $12USD per annum for not earning over $100USD per annum. As you might guess, I'm fucking broke. I also don't know how to sell my shit. Easy solution - move to a different Indie Publishing arena. The best one of the batch, recommended to me by fellow Authors, is Ingram Spark. THEY need a real ISBN. That I have to pay for. I'm flat fucking broke, as stated earlier. My options are: * Put up with being hit for $12USD a year * Find a way to raise roughly $600AUD for some ISBN's * Beg for money on the internet As it stands, I'm taking all my free stories off of Draft2Digital and adjusting some price tags so that I can earn a little more scratch. My daily tales are just paying the bills, which is nice, but I would really love some moneys to pay for little extras. Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/cmweller Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/cmweller
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Challenge #04899-M150: Illusory Brilliance
There is a time of apogee, when things work and fame and fortune is yours. But it doesn't last, your body can't maintain the strain of peak performance. it comes sooner for some than others. Some teach, train or coach, keeping their love of their passion. Some trade on their fame, for good or ill. And some find another life no longer connected to that which drove them. -- Prompey
Nothing is permanent. Flowers wilt. Mountains erode. Oceans rise, as the wise say, and empires fall. Nevertheless, there are always those who refuse to believe that what goes up must also come down. Those who will not acknowledge that a meteoric rise to fame always ends in a disastrous fall to infamy.
Witness Frances Montcroix, risen to fame and fortune on the best reputation that money could buy. Sailing along on a homespun reputation no more solid than gossamer. Further observe the pattern of their behaviour.
Step one - venture capital. Find a business in the process of starting up that could contain great potential. Step two - give them a lot of money in return for an impressive title. Step three - give the business every possible advantage so that the actual brains behind it all have the easiest time making it succeed. Step four - take all the credit, take over, and tell the brains behind it all to take off. All whilst arranging steps one and two on at least two other ventures. Step four - stamp their personality all over the established product, making it their brand.
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An announcement for my lovely readers:
Draft2Digital, in their infinite excuse for wisdom, have elected to charge "low earners" $12USD per annum for not earning over $100USD per annum. As you might guess, I'm fucking broke. I also don't know how to sell my shit. Easy solution - move to a different Indie Publishing arena. The best one of the batch, recommended to me by fellow Authors, is Ingram Spark. THEY need a real ISBN. That I have to pay for. I'm flat fucking broke, as stated earlier. My options are: * Put up with being hit for $12USD a year * Find a way to raise roughly $600AUD for some ISBN's * Beg for money on the internet As it stands, I'm taking all my free stories off of Draft2Digital and adjusting some price tags so that I can earn a little more scratch. My daily tales are just paying the bills, which is nice, but I would really love some moneys to pay for little extras. Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/cmweller Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/cmweller
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An announcement for my lovely readers:
Draft2Digital, in their infinite excuse for wisdom, have elected to charge "low earners" $12USD per annum for not earning over $100USD per annum. As you might guess, I'm fucking broke. I also don't know how to sell my shit. Easy solution - move to a different Indie Publishing arena. The best one of the batch, recommended to me by fellow Authors, is Ingram Spark. THEY need a real ISBN. That I have to pay for. I'm flat fucking broke, as stated earlier. My options are: * Put up with being hit for $12USD a year * Find a way to raise roughly $600AUD for some ISBN's * Beg for money on the internet As it stands, I'm taking all my free stories off of Draft2Digital and adjusting some price tags so that I can earn a little more scratch. My daily tales are just paying the bills, which is nice, but I would really love some moneys to pay for little extras. Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/cmweller Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/cmweller
Challenge #04897-M148: Epic Rap Battle For History
A trio of warrior lords quibble over who is to inherit a large swath of land, for the will was lost in the fire which killed the former ruler. To avoid a war, the three visit seeress, who leads them to a shine of Wothynn, with the foretelling that the one who is the best Poet shall be judged the rightful heir to the land -- Deathshead419
Things were done differently in the Northlands. Politics was often settled with the sword, when it couldn't be resolved via the marital bed. Might often made right. Attacking an enemy the day after they'd just had drinking games in their mead halls was a legitimate war tactic. The Northmen were tough, hardy, and fond of their booze. The North women were even more fearsome.
Thork Thorvigsson had been a mighty warrior with thralls all across the fjords. Until, after one night of drunken revelry, someone set his longhouse ablaze.
Nobody knew who did it, and there was a passing chance that one of the feasters had knocked a candle or lantern into the threshes anyway. What was certain was that Thork Thorvigsson left a lot of land ungoverned and an enormous power vacuum.
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Challenge #04896-M147: Proposal of a Portrait
Guild painter Petreau has pined for the hand of his master’s daughter for the last six years. After all this time, a masterpiece centered on her is finished. The girl even likes it. But how will he finagle his cantankerous mentor into letting him wed the girl he loves? -- Deathshead419
It was a portrait of adoration. The face on the canvas almost glowed with joy. Her hair was resplendant, and her clothes were lovingly rendered to look their best. Most importantly, it was not lustful in the slightest. Because it was meant to be viewed by her father.
Who was the most cantankerous, crotchety, argumentative, and bitter old sot who had ever held a paintbrush.
"Another attempt, eh?" said Leogratha, putting on his glasses so he could squint at the canvas. He was years overdue for a new prescription, but he was too stubborn to get a new set made. "Good likeness. I note you spent time on her hands to show off. Knitting. Extravagant."
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Challenge #04895-M146: Sic Transit Gloria Mundi
It has been three summers since the new head of a scribal house in Arbordeep settled into the hereditary role, and all is not well. Many of the students have wandered off, no new recruits to the printing operation have arrived, and even worse, rumors are flitting about of a conspiracy amongst the remaining senior scribes. Something must be done… but what? -- Deathshead419
The Empire was falling. Barbarian invaders, polities breaking off and causing trouble with the Empire that once sheltered them from the Barbarians. It was so bad that the regiments of Legionarii were calling for Adventurers to fill their ranks.
Tullia scribed down as much as she could into sheets of bronze. It was less likely to be traded for the metal, and less likely to corrode. There was a chance that someone would know how to read if she perished.
With that thought in mind, she made one sheet with pictographic instructions. Hoping for the best.
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