@Gr8ves, @Aedrielle, @Lyricanna, You must collaborate on how each of you will move forward with the given prompt below. If you require my assistance or have questions you may ask them here.
Be certain that you submit your prompt endeavours (Group Overview) as a reply to this thread by the end of January 13th. (Only a single member of the group should post the overview.)
If you fail to post your Group Overview before the deadline there will be no blessings for you for this prompt.
Overviews should look like this:
Quirlicorn A does X
Quirlicorn B does Y
Quirlicorn C does Z
So many plans, so little time. The Swamp Deity understood the want to make sure everything was alright in the Quirlicorn world, ever since the chaos of the new Dew Trees popping up. But really, he was on Anevay’s side - Chaos was fun!
A rattling laugh came from Keir’s throat as he thought back on Jagmeet snapping at Anevay. He couldn’t quite remember the last time the stoic Plains Deity had snapped at anyone!
A shadow seemed to slither along the floor of the half sunken temple upon which he stood, curling up around Keir’s leg, along his shoulder, and coiling around his neck. The shadows of the swamp came alive for the Deity, whispering their secrets to him.
The tidings they brought had Keir puzzled, for it seemed that things were being set in motion once more. Where the world had been quiet, there was strange weather popping up, anomalies in the regions, including his own.
Keir found himself grateful that Quirlicorns were already on their way to investigate. He might thrive on chaos, but that was chaos of his own making. The unknown chaos that seemed to be stirring once again would seriously cramp his style.
Speaking of those Quirlicorns… where were they?
Keir was nearly ready to decide ‘screw being diplomatic’ and summon some of his favorite swamp beasts to track down his servants when the sound of voices reached him.
“Really, why can’t Coyote visit more often?” a mare’s voice said, a voice that brought a note of recognition to Keir’s mind.
“Because any time I do, she comes back with ideas of having a castle,” grumped a stallion’s voice, and Keir’s maw parted with a hissed breath. That voice, he knew.
A snort of a laugh followed that comment, from an unknown voice, and Keir shifted slightly with impatience as a trio of Quirlicorns finally joined him.
“Is this really the conversation you want to have when approaching a deity?” Keir said, as the shadows released his form and he appeared fully in front of him. The tone was ominous, a low rattle coming from his throat.
Khaalida tilted her head slightly and shrugged. “What else were we supposed to do to pass the time in this… lovely place?” she replied.
Keir sighed, looking over the group. It seemed the chaos of a few months previous had gotten the attention of some of the lesser deities, judging by the fact that two now stood before him.
“Khaalida, Shaakir, Yuri. Glad you finally made it,” Keir snorted. “Follow me.”
The conversation continued behind Keir’s back, the trio now debating the merits of different kinds of tea. If Keir wasn’t so annoyed by the changes in his region he might have joined them, but given the news he had received he wasn’t in any mood.
They traveled through the swamp, their speed aided by Keir’s magic. Where nothing but dead ends seemed to lay, paths appeared before them, turning what would have been a grueling trip into an afternoon stroll.
The temperature dropped as they walked, and the conversation seemed to hush as the three Quirlicorns noticed the difference.
Keir stopped on the edge of where the disturbance lay.
“Figure this out,” he gestured, before slipping back into the shadows, leaving the trio to stare at a small section of the swamp that was frozen over.
The mashy ground was frozen solid, and icicles hung from vines. Breath clouded in the cold air, and it seemed the temperature had dropped nearly 70 degrees from the surrounding swamp.
“Well that’s… unusual,” Yuri commented, and the other two nodded.
“Kir, you live here… ever seen anything like this?” Khaalida asked.
“Nope,” Shaakir said.
“I said investigate, not gawk!” Keir’s voice echoed from the shadows, and the three startled slightly.
The Swamp Deity watched from the shadows, and sighed.
Prompt: "Investigate the Frozen area of the swamp"
(647 words) +3 Chimes (500 words literature= +2, Event= +1)
Be certain that you submit your prompt endeavours (Group Overview) as a reply to this thread by the end of January 13th. (Only a single member of the group should post the overview.)
If you fail to post your Group Overview before the deadline there will be no blessings for you for this prompt.
Overviews should look like this:
Quirlicorn A does X
Quirlicorn B does Y
Quirlicorn C does Z
So many plans, so little time. The Swamp Deity understood the want to make sure everything was alright in the Quirlicorn world, ever since the chaos of the new Dew Trees popping up. But really, he was on Anevay’s side - Chaos was fun!
A rattling laugh came from Keir’s throat as he thought back on Jagmeet snapping at Anevay. He couldn’t quite remember the last time the stoic Plains Deity had snapped at anyone!
A shadow seemed to slither along the floor of the half sunken temple upon which he stood, curling up around Keir’s leg, along his shoulder, and coiling around his neck. The shadows of the swamp came alive for the Deity, whispering their secrets to him.
The tidings they brought had Keir puzzled, for it seemed that things were being set in motion once more. Where the world had been quiet, there was strange weather popping up, anomalies in the regions, including his own.
Keir found himself grateful that Quirlicorns were already on their way to investigate. He might thrive on chaos, but that was chaos of his own making. The unknown chaos that seemed to be stirring once again would seriously cramp his style.
Speaking of those Quirlicorns… where were they?
Keir was nearly ready to decide ‘screw being diplomatic’ and summon some of his favorite swamp beasts to track down his servants when the sound of voices reached him.
“Really, why can’t Coyote visit more often?” a mare’s voice said, a voice that brought a note of recognition to Keir’s mind.
“Because any time I do, she comes back with ideas of having a castle,” grumped a stallion’s voice, and Keir’s maw parted with a hissed breath. That voice, he knew.
A snort of a laugh followed that comment, from an unknown voice, and Keir shifted slightly with impatience as a trio of Quirlicorns finally joined him.
“Is this really the conversation you want to have when approaching a deity?” Keir said, as the shadows released his form and he appeared fully in front of him. The tone was ominous, a low rattle coming from his throat.
Khaalida tilted her head slightly and shrugged. “What else were we supposed to do to pass the time in this… lovely place?” she replied.
Keir sighed, looking over the group. It seemed the chaos of a few months previous had gotten the attention of some of the lesser deities, judging by the fact that two now stood before him.
“Khaalida, Shaakir, Yuri. Glad you finally made it,” Keir snorted. “Follow me.”
The conversation continued behind Keir’s back, the trio now debating the merits of different kinds of tea. If Keir wasn’t so annoyed by the changes in his region he might have joined them, but given the news he had received he wasn’t in any mood.
They traveled through the swamp, their speed aided by Keir’s magic. Where nothing but dead ends seemed to lay, paths appeared before them, turning what would have been a grueling trip into an afternoon stroll.
The temperature dropped as they walked, and the conversation seemed to hush as the three Quirlicorns noticed the difference.
Keir stopped on the edge of where the disturbance lay.
“Figure this out,” he gestured, before slipping back into the shadows, leaving the trio to stare at a small section of the swamp that was frozen over.
The mashy ground was frozen solid, and icicles hung from vines. Breath clouded in the cold air, and it seemed the temperature had dropped nearly 70 degrees from the surrounding swamp.
“Well that’s… unusual,” Yuri commented, and the other two nodded.
“Kir, you live here… ever seen anything like this?” Khaalida asked.
“Nope,” Shaakir said.
“I said investigate, not gawk!” Keir’s voice echoed from the shadows, and the three startled slightly.
The Swamp Deity watched from the shadows, and sighed.
Prompt: "Investigate the Frozen area of the swamp"
(647 words) +3 Chimes (500 words literature= +2, Event= +1)
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