Storyteller

Everything I write becomes a reality. ((This is NOT a spoiler free blog. There will be many untagged spoilers from the PL vs. PW game.))

[kacie1x1-blog]

send me a ✅ and ill write a six-word story for our muses

[anenchantingstory-blog]

“Did… Did you not want any grandchildren…?”

[storytellerarthur]

“No, I mean I do, that’s not...you don’t need to worry about things like that, Espella.” 

“For years now I’ve been trying to give you a storybook ending, and while I might not be able to ensure everything works out...I certainly don’t want you marrying the first fool who shows up! Find your prince, Espella...”

“Or princess, as it may be.”

[storytellerarthur]

anenchantingstory and spiritedburgers

“Espella, what on earth do you think you are doing?!”

[storytellerarthur]

// Hi everyone!  So first of all, I’m not dead, I’m here but a busy person. Still, I’d be eager to RP with anyone who wants to, especially now that there are more RPers from this game! That said, I’ve been considering posting some little “story” on a weekly basis, kind of like how the story teller did in the actual game. The actual purpose of this is entirely up to you; you can read it and leave, you can use it as a basis for a thread with someone else, or you can ignore it completely and go about your roleplay. If you’d like to do the second though, PLEASE do let me know, if only so that I can read the results! The format of these “story fragments” will be as close to they were in game as possible, lacking specific names and often diving into a small drabble-like piece without much context. Of course, they will also be written with Labyrinthia in mind, so they should work for you if you play a character in that!

Anyway, would people be interested in that?

[fataldxsing]

“At least you don’t get called Madam on a daily basis. Maybe it’s the clothing. I should change that. People might see I don’t have hips or curves like the ladies with another kind of coat.”

Or just start wearing his lab coat almost 24/7. He used to do that in college, and damn was it comfortable.

[storytellerarthur]

“Well, you could wear your lab coat again, if you still have it.” Honestly, that was the first thing that came to his mind too. Oh how he would love to see Newton in that thing again. 

[fataldxsing]

“I’ve heard enough people comparing me to a woman for today, old chap. I might chop it off if it goes on like that.”

[storytellerarthur]

“Now, now, don’t be so rash! Your hair is elegant man, not an eternal mess like mine!”

[fataldxsing]

“I miss the days you actually talked to me to praise me for the burns. Good old days. Now, you’re like these children and their *cough*cellphones*cough*, albeit with paper. The paper won’t reply, Arthur.”

[storytellerarthur]

“Very well, you have my attention. You do have the hair of a fair maiden though, old chap.”

[storytellerarthur]

The knight was no match for the admittedly very elegant alchemist’s words. Like a thousand fiery swords, they pierced through Sir Barnham’s armor, shattering the mind’s pride.

[owlsday-deactivated20180103]

Boreal Owl

[storytellerarthur]

“Now I must sleep....”

“Tomorrow I shall clean  my room....yes....tomorrow...”

[ladyevening]

How did this become her life?

“Do I really have to?”

You’re old enough to be her father, not her grandfather.

[storytellerarthur]

“You don’t HAVE to...”

“But what are friends for?” she quipped in return, before bringing her dear dear friend some sustenance. 

[fataldxsing]

“Arthur, my daughter is not your barmaid.” Kitten, you’re allowed to deliver that bottle to the back of his head.

[storytellerarthur]

And suddenly, a swarm of bat-owls descended upon the alchemist

[storytellerarthur]

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“Espella....”

[storytellerarthur]

“Stop turning my daughter away...”

[ladyevening]

This face says you’re a dirty liar.

“–And that’s how I know you’re drunk.”

[storytellerarthur]

She spoke harshly at first, but before long, the lovely young maiden decided to cease her relentless nagging, and fetch the poor old man a bottle of ale.

[fataldxsing]

“Arthur. Please put the cognac down. This is an expensive bottle.”

[storytellerarthur]

“I have expensive taste...”

“Come on...let’s crack it open!”

[simonochrome]

“There are children here.”

[storytellerarthur]

“Then put your bird away, sonny!”