Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a widowed woman and her three children: two daughters and a son. While her husband had been quite rich during his lifetime, his death had left many debts, and once the collectors for their due, there was not a penny left to their name. Unable to take care of her children, she arranged marriages for both of her daughters in hopes that they would be provided for. The youngest, her only son, offered to assist his mother in finding suitable men, and after a few weeks of searching, was able to find two trustworthy gentlemen who promised to look after their future wives.

As The Tradition would have it, the husband of the younger daughter was secretly a prince, and upon reaching his kingdom, doted on her and provided everything she could ever desire. The Tradition, a magical force that steered the path of everyone to resemble a Fairy Tale, was easily sated, as the child was beautiful, gentle, and loved by all.

The eldest, while not as lovely as the younger daughter, was still a kind and gentle soul. However, The Tradition sought to punish her as the eldest child, and when she arrived at the household, she discovered her betrothed had passed away a week prior. Thinking she would return to her mother and brother, she made plans to leave.

The Tradition was not about to be swayed. Finding a tale that resembled the situation, The Tradition got to work. The eldest daughter was horrified to learn that she was considered married to him under common law, and that his will had stated that any wives he had were to be buried alive in his tomb with him.

In a panic, she sent a letter to her Fairy Godmother, begging for help, be it advice or a Champion. But only time will tell if something can be done.


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First come, first serve on existing characters, but feel free to make up your own too. The only restriction is that your character must be from a Fairy Tale-like setting. So no Vampires, Werewolves, or Cyborgs...

There's a lot left open for development, so be creative with your characters. You can have as many characters as you can handle, including an occasional non-essential character or two to help advance the plot, but I recommend limiting yourself to two.

The hardest role by far will be that of a Fairy Godmother. This role requires a deep-seeded knowledge of a LOT of Fairy tales, not just the well-known ones. If

It all happened so quickly. There was a loud screech of tires from both her car and the semi that had shifted into their lane. Someone screamed and there was a bright flash of light. The next thing Zenith knew, someone was was pushing her forward towards a door that apparently entered into a brightly lit room.

Confused, she stood in place as people pushed past her, hurrying towards the lit doorway. Someone zipped past her and nearly knocked her off her feet, leaving her both even more dizzy and disoriented than she had been just seconds prior. But the longer she looked at that door, the more she was certain that there was something comforting about the warm glow coming from the doorway. Zenith brushed her long, blond hair out of her green eyes and hesitated only a moment longer before following the crowd into the light.

Whatever she had expected, it wasn't the sight that met her eyes. The cathedral ceiling draped candle chandeliers that were bigger than a small car. Huge rock pillars supported that ceiling, with torches attached on all four sides. The floor was a polished oak that reflected the glittering light of the candles and a long red carpet ran down the seemingly endless hallway away from the door. On either side of the carpet were rows upon rows of bookshelves that were jam packed with books.

Zenith simply stared. Where was she? What was going on? Her confused look attracted the attention of a young brunette woman who had been passing by her. She was carrying several books and a silver pouch on a drawstring hung around her waist. A silver-plated name tag on her dark green blouse pronounced her name to be Heather.

"May I help you find something?" she asked sweetly, only to earn an even more confused and frustrated look from Zenith.

"How about helping me figure out what's going on!" Zenith barked crossly. "Where the heck am I?!"

An understanding look crossed her face. "Ah, so you are a recent arrival... this is your first visit to The Great Library, correct?"

"The Great Library?" she echoed. "Is that what this place is called? Why is that, aside from all the books? Why am I here?"

"The Great Library is where you go when you finish reading the lifebook you checked out. When you finish your selection, you return here to pick out another book. Or if you have checked out enough books, or have learned enough lessons from your lifebooks, you are able to

SETTING AND INTRODUCTION TO PLOT:

In a parallel dimension, quite similar to ours, there is a planet called Klix. A species who calls themselves "Loa" dwells on Klix, one that is very similar to humans. There are two major Clans found on the planet, both of them living together in a large village at the center of the forest that covers a majority of the land.

Despite their past abilities to co-exist, each Clan has an outlook on what is best for their world that is completely different from the other. These differences, as well as an ancient prophesy about a Hero who will save the Clans from destruction when they are at the hour of their greatest peril, are starting to create a cultural divide between the two Clans. Fighting amongst the clans is becoming disturbingly frequent. Often the only things keeping the two Clans from war is the Council of Wisdom that rules over the entire city and the promise of the Hero.

Recently a Barren, a place void of all life, began to grow a day's journey to the west of the village. Due to all of the bickering in the village, this strange occurrence led members of the Rhune and Illuma Clans to blame each other for the Barren. However, strange beings that look like walking sand trees have been spotted in the void, and have even taken a few Loa's captive.

The call has gone out amongst the clans from the Council! Who will come to the rescue of these poor captives? Where is the hero? Who are these sand demons and what do they want?

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THE CLANS:

ILLUMA CLAN:

Background-
The Illuma Clan is known for their skills at farming and working with nature to co-exist with all life. The adult members of the clan are easily distinguished by their long, feline-like tails, which appear mysteriously on his or her 17th birthday. Those of the Illuma Clan favor a more nurturing approach, believing that all life is sacred and must be honored/respected, even if a life must be taken in order to survive. To those of this Clan, the spirit-which is housed in the heart- is the most important part of the self. Therefore, the matters of the heart and feelings are, while tempered with logic, are more important than lifeless, calculated laws.

Clan Motto-
"All the world is a shade of grey"

Weapons of choice- (primarily used for defense or scaring away enemies)
Slingshots, short swords, scythes, e

Congratulations! You found the 'Troll' Hidden Avatar!

Thank you for finishing my mission on time. Here is your reward..

Orange Oglue Potion and 500,000MP!!

Please come back tomorrow for your next mission!



...Against my better judgement, this time I actually completed the troll missions rather than purposely failing the last one... so I am currently now at level 2 instruments rather than level 1. ...and I've got this nasty feeling that I just lost money, rather than gained money, by doing that.

*twitch*

I think the most amusing thing about this one is the fact that all of the dialogue was an actual conversation over IM... So yeah, changed the IM names to my username on here and my boyfriend's to one of his nicknames to protect... me. And him.



A Middle Ages Night Trip...

A young and handsome knight returned slowly from his post towards his room. He noted, much to his dismay, that in a few hours he would be forced to rise and report again. Exhausted, he trudged through the castle as quietly as he could, not wanting to wake any of the number of men who slept at the edges of the hallways due to the lack of rooms available at the time.

He was just rounding the corner to approach the place where he normally rest when out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of a pink and white dress. He smiled, knowing that the young maiden whom he'd pledged himself to within the past month was also up at this ungodly hour. He opened the semi-open door enough to get through in his armor, and approached her as she stood on the balchony, looking at the moon and stars.

She heard him approach and turned slighly to see whom it was, and smiled to see that it was Sir Jorell whom approached her. She greeted him, and invited him to talk with her, and talk they did, for quite some time. Yet the maiden soon became aware of his duties the next morning, and begged forgiveness for keeping him up so late. Yet he told her to think nothing of it, and stood to head back inside once more.

"Good night, my dear, sweet knight." she told him as he passed. "Pleasant travels in the land of dreams."

"Thank you, milady." he replied. "Though my head is a place that would daunt even my courage sometimes..."

"Nay, speak not such falsehoods, yet believe in the kindness and courage that dwells in your heart, for I have seen it."

"Then pray that what lurks in my mind's dreamscape is naught but pleasantries, and not the sort of carnage, strife and mayhem that could find both mine heart and spirit wanting..." With a pause, he added with caution, "...Perhaps, milady wishes I encounter her there, and not some horrors, to which I'd grown accustomed..."

The maiden smiled softly with a light in her eyes that he had rarely seen in her- hope. "Pray, yes, but only if thou wilst allow it. I dare not ask thee for such company unless thou art willing. I, too, have dreaded the very land which you seek to trave