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Level 70 : Legendary Elf
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Ayo wassup

This storytober I'm just a tad busy, so I'm only able to do a few :')
pharaohbean has the prompt list and "instructions" for storytober posted on this lil' forum, go check it out!

also if you find any spelling errors feel free to yell them at me in the comments :D
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Day #1 - Lies
  When I was young, I made many foolish and rash decisions, with most of them ending up with me sheepishly standing in the time-out corner, but this certain time the lie was of my parents own creation. I was twelve, my sister was five, and after driving our parents around the amusement park they were both sick and tired of our cotton candy-fueled running and parked themselves on a sun-bleached beige bench for a break.
  "But Mommm! I wanna go on the horsey-ride!" my sister whined. Mother didn't stop drinking from her plastic water bottle, ignoring her and squeezing every last drop of water into her mouth like her life depended on it. Father sighed and fanned his face with his hat as they both seemed to melt together in the hot summer sun.
  "You go with your sister," he said to me, "but come back right after."
  "Alright, Dad," Sister ran off to the ride of her choice and I trailed after.

  The ride featured a line of fantasy-styled horses, much like the ones you'd find on a carousel. They were draped in various coats-of-arms and costumes, featuring a wide display of colors that very much clashed with one another. The little cars attached to their bases followed a track that wound itself through a small grove peppered with several 2D scenes, that were hung from slim tree branches with sagging wires. It was titled "Horse Ride of the Dragonslayer" and the bored teen in charge of operation leaned against her post and lazily scrolled through her phone. Overall it seemed like a very dreary and slow ride to me, lacking the rest of the park's budget and enthusiasm. But my sister thought it was just lovely, and ran straight up to the poster to measure if she was big enough to ride alone.
  "Am I tall enough?" she asked me, standing on her tip-toes.
  "Yes, yes you are. Now move out of the way so I can read the rest of the writing." Leaning in close, I read the rest of the rides instructions as my sister began to wander through the empty line area. "Hold on, come back!" She turned and ran to me.
  "What is it? I wanna make sure I get the pink one!"
  "It says that you have to be eight to ride alone. We have to go back."

  Defeated and deflated, my sister trudged back to our parents, slumping her body over mother's lap dramatically.
  "Ride not up to par?"
  "She's too young to ride by herself. The requirement is at least the age of eight." As Sister moaned and complained and attempted to drag Mother off the sticky plastic bench and come ride with her our parent's patience began to wear thin.
  "Were you at least tall enough to ride?" Father asked tiredly.
  "Yes?" My sister was a lucky one and hit her growth spurt early.
  "Well, if they bother to ask just lie for her and say she's eight. She looks almost tall enough, anyways." My sister and I looked at our father, wide-eyed. Lie? It couldn't be so. In the past, when we lied about not drawing on the walls, or eating candy before our meal, or when we skipped brushing our teeth for a night and were caught we were sent to the time-out corner, tails between our legs. It was crazy to us that our parents, the ones who preached us the importance of honesty, kindness, and doing your dishes, would suggest such a crime.

  We were sent off back to the Horse Ride of the Dragonslayer once again, like two nervous little puppies who'd just eaten several pairs of shoes that they did not own. Weaving through the empty line we arrived at the feet of the ride operator. Shoving her phone in a back pocket, she looked us up and down. I felt the butterflies in my stomach hit their peak, crashing into one another and making it feel all twisted.
  "Just the two of ya?"
  "Yes ma'am." She laughed and swung the gate open.
  "Take your pick. Oh, but the ol' red one at the end is broken." Sister inflated and exploded with happiness and excitement once more, dashing off to mount the sparkly pink unicorn. I myself chose the black horse donning the shiny gold armor, and the ride ended up being as slow as I expected. To my sister, it was a delight. And we never ended up having to use our parent's lie.
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author's notes
hahahahaha noooo this wasn't rushed at alllll :')
based on a true story xD

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Day #5 - Light

  “How do I look?” I asked, twirling around and dramatically posing, placing my feathery masquerade mask delicately on my face. I eyed my flame-haired counterpart out of the corner of my vision.
  “Like a poser.” he said, turning away to reshelf the book he had been reading.
  “Really? That’s all? At least take a proper look, Cassio,” I sighed, placing my hands on my hips. “We leave in five minutes for the train, are you even ready?”
  He motioned to where his matching mask rested on the desk. “That’s all I need.”
  “Cassio, it’s a costume party. The mask and our uniform don’t even match!”
  “We’re there to watch for witch monsters and other disturbances, not to party. How are you even going to fight in that?”
  “If you’d paid attention earlier, you’d have noticed I’m wearing flats.” He looked me up and down, arms crossed.
  “You look fine Delphi,” he muttered, “let’s go.”

  We arrived at the party just on time. Nobles and merchants passed through the main doors, dressed in glamorous costumes with bejeweled accents that shimmered in the chandelier light that leaked out from the building. There were dresses and suit tailcoats holding the patterns of butterfly wings, others with feather headdresses and some covered with small fabric flowers.
  “Delphi! Pay attention!” I shook my head to break the hypnotizing spell. “You take the ballroom with those two, I’ll take the surrounding halls with the rest,” Cassio told me, pointing at two of the venue guards.
  “Oh, yes!” I gathered my skirt and held it above my feet, leaping up the stairs. Cassio and I were here as part of the security team, specifically requested from our precinct farther away by the Marquess hosting the party himself. Why we were requested, I wasn’t sure. Yes, we were quite good at our job, no matter how messy it became, and yes, Cassio’s skill made him a star among stars, but our track record was not perfect. Mostly due to me.

  I positioned my men at the two single entrances to the ballroom, one at the main door and the other at the balcony, reminding them to take note on who entered and who left. I then snagged a glass of champagne from a waiter and started walking a loop around the perimeter of the dance floor. My stroll took me close enough to pay attention to the crowd but far enough away to avoid being asked to dance. Out of a dreadful past experience Cassio and I agreed that I belonged to two left feet and was not to dance out of pity for my partner’s toes. Bobbing my head along to the live band, I paused my walk to take a long sip of my drink. The sun outside had long passed below the horizon, the moon rising on the other side of the sky. The darkness of the night was held at bay by the light of the intricate chandeliers hung from the ceiling. The dancers twirled and swirled around the center of the floor, gliding past me gracefully. I sighed and fiddled with my empty glass, bored out of my mind. As I neared the balcony doors the faintest tapping of rain barely overlapped the rhythm of the music. I made my way to the guard I had posted at the balcony doors.
  “Hey, any updates?” I asked, praying for some small talk to relieve my boredom. He ignored me and stared straight ahead, seemingly frozen in position. “Hello?” I waved my hand back and forth in front of his face frantically. No reaction. I quickly glanced around the room and slid my wand out from its sheath, pressing it to my temple. Sliding it up my head and flicking it to the side, I sent a slither of shadow from the tip of the wand spinning across the ballroom and out the door. Hopefully my message would find Cassio quickly.

  Seconds after, the air started whirling around the room, swaying the chandeliers side to side and blowing out some of the candelabras. It picked up speed, ruffling skirts and blowing away some people’s hats. The music and dancing stopped as the crown looked around in confusion.
  “That happened faster than I thought it would. Ladies and gentlemen!” I called out, “Hey there! If you’ve noticed, the wind seems to be picking up! A little problem may be beginning to form, it’d be nice if you could all just calmly exit the building as I figure out what’s going on!” This statement started a bit of panic in the party-goers, of course. And as a seed of panic often does, it grew into an infectious weed and soon people were rushing out. The wind gathered in the center of the room, ripping tablecloths and tapestries out of their places, forming itself into the shape of a snake. “Ah, such fun.”

  It was quite funny for me that the mana given to the wind somehow managed to place a top hat directly on the viper’s head. Sure, it was a little tilted to one side, but it was the thought that counted. It gave me a good laugh as I prepared for battle, carving my wand through the air as it gathered the shadows around me into a large bear form. I ordered the bear forward with a swoop of my wand to attack the snake. Concentrating on the rest of the room, I realized that I might have used too much of the surrounding shadow to create the bear. I summoned another, smaller than the first, to fight alongside it.

  “Ah, shoot, all out of ammo, aren’t you?” a mysterious voice chuckled. One of my bears sank its teeth into the cloth snake’s side, ripping into the fabric and sucking out the mana from the beast. My bear in turn grew larger, using the opponents mana to power itself up.
  “Yeah, sure thing mystery voice.” I said back to it. Cassio would arrive any second, and from his light sources I could create an unlimited amount of power.
  “Sure thing.” the voice copied, mocking me. The snake unfurled and twisted itself into a new creature, even larger than before.
  “Oh shi-” With a flap of its wings, the giant eagle whisked away my bears into nothingness and slammed me against the far wall with a violent gust of wind. “You know, any time is great Cassio,” I grumbled, staggering to my feet. Right on cue, a giant burst of light shot across the room, incinerating the head of the eagle.
  “Look at the mess you’ve made.” Cassio sighed.
  “Took you long enough! I’m out, by the way.”
  “Of course you are.” Cassio cast a beam of light at the ruins of the tables, forming many shadows behind them. I swirled them up with a flick of my wrist and created more bears, sending them after the base of the monster. Cassio shot light beam after light beam at the wind monster as well. After the fifth round I could tell that he was charged up, and I removed all the darkness in the room I could, gathering it all into a concentrated mass behind me. With no shadow the room turned into a featureless area of light, bright as the sun and yet even more blinding. Then it was gone, and so too was the monster. And Cassio. And the rest of the room. Maybe we had gone too far, using so much light.
  “Cassio? You didn’t pass out, did you?”
  “I’m fine,” I heard him say from my right. “feeling just peachy.”
  “Hold on, let me get my lighter for you.” I flicked my small lighter open, introducing a small orange flame into a vast sea of darkness. Slowly but surely, the room lightened, darkness and light mixing into their proper balance once again. I stumbled over the mess to Cassio, offering him a hand up.
  “We made a mess,” he said tiredly.
  “We sure did. Since this was a direct commission, that means the Marquess paid in advance, right?”
  “You wish.”
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author's notes
IT MAY BE LATE AT NIGHT BUT IT'S STILL THE 5TH HERE HAHA


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Day #8 - Day
  There was no real sunlight in Krystal, so the concept of a “day” meant different things to its citizens. For some, it was just the time spent working, all else was just night, and for others it was only an exact twelve hours everyday. Many decided to land on the time they spent from the moment they woke up to when their head hit down to their pillow, but only the Skyseekers got to experience a full daylight cycle when they traveled to the surface. In their retired years, returned Skyseekers would often tell stories of the sun and moon, and the vivid display of colors they saw as the two lights chased each other routinely through the sky. The street corners of Krystal were always found with an elderly Skyseeker perched atop a soapbox recalling tales of their surface adventures to young children and curious passerby. It was one such man who captured a young Lan Goldlight every day on his way home from school with his enthralling stories.

  Lan Goldlight was a boy of small stature, and as he aged his height changed little. Upon his head was a mess of what some might describe as brown hair in the awkward lighting of the city. He had dark eyes and in the brightest lights of the city you could see a single dimple on the right of his face when he smiled. Lan’s father was a crystal miner, as were his two brothers, his father, his father’s father, and the rest of the family for as long as they had bothered to record a family tree. Lan was expected to follow suit, though he didn’t want to.

  As basic as it sounds, being a crystal miner was a valued and important job in the Dark City. Krystal sat on a hunk of rock underneath the roof of a dark cavern that only had one known edge. Around the rock was a fathomless ice-cold lake. No access was available to the city except for a long, thin bridge made up of large boards of wood and tin that floated to Krystal from places unknown across the lake. The bridge was leaky and frail, in constant need of repair as bits and pieces detached and floated away again. And across the bridge, carved over centuries into the only edge of the cavern that had ever been found was the Tunnel.

  The darkness of the endless cave in which Krystal stood was as deep as the lake that surrounded it. No natural light was to be found, except for the occasional giant floomph, a large glowing creature that meandered slowly through the space above, emitting an airy sound whenever it collided with a giant stalactite or a tall tower (for which it got its name).

  The other sources of light in the cavern were crystals. Most common were blue and purple, cold crystals that were powdered by Smiths to light up homes and street lamps, casting blue and purple hues of light against the black walls of the city. Specimens of other colors were to be found in the deeper mines as well. Yellow crystals, found by Lan’s family centuries ago, gave them their family name. The burning yellow crystals were used to fuel the forges of the Smiths quickly, and without them the Smiths would not be able to process crystals to powder and other raw ores that were carried up from the mines. Without the Goldlight’s branch mine and their special way of mining crystals, the forge fires would die out and then so would the lights of the city.

  But ever since that first day he stopped and listened to the old man’s tale, all Lan wanted to do was become a Skyseeker, travel up the long, dark Tunnel and see the light of day and the rest of the wild surface world. While the world above was full with delightful wonders, it harbored many more dangers, as told by the Skyseekers as they waved about their prosthetic limbs or showed off multiple scars. This was told to Lan by both the storytellers and his parents, but even when he grew and tried to put his childhood dreams away he still found them resurfacing after a dull day of work.

  After one such day, a particularly terrible one at that, Lan found himself suddenly turned up at the edge of the bridge on his way home. Warily, he approached it.
  “Life gotten too boring for ya, boy?” a wizened old man hunched on the corner asked him.
  “No sir, I was just ‘bout to head home.”
  “I see your eyes, your thoughts. You know you wish to go, and after a tough day in the mines I wouldn’t disagree.”
  “Can’t sir, got my family here. Good day, I must be going.” Lan turned and left the strange man.
  “Just remember,” the old man called out as he left, “if you manage to make it through the ol’ Tunnel that the light is too bright for our eyes. The day will blind you in the beginning if you’re not careful!”
  “Good day, sir!” Lan quickened pace and ran the rest of the way back. All night and all the next morning the old man’s words could not escape his mind.
  You know you wish to go. The gritty voice whispered to him. Deep down inside, the thirst for surface adventure began to pound with the rhythm of his heart. He soon found himself with a broken money bank spread out across his bed. How much would supplies for the Tunnel cost? As he sorted through his savings Lan thought about how exciting the surface would be, and how beautiful it would be to see the bright light of day.
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achoo (author's note)
totallly not you know, uh, (x) days late from the 14

better description of the city: picture Minas Morgul, on a island in the middle of a lake, in a super dark cave that seems to have no roof, with a long and thin little bridge that goes one direction until it meets up with a small crescent of shore, from which the people dug the Tunnel (ooh how spookay)

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Day #9 - Mirror

  Rowan shuffled through the dust-covered halls of the decrepit castle, anxiously stroking the pages of the book at his waist. Moving his left hand to finger at his shoulder strap, he glanced down the new hall that had appeared to his left. The quality of the air there seemed as damp and musty as the rest of the rooms and halls Rowan had wandered. Despite the tattered tome’s instructions, he found himself hopelessly lost in the dark maze of halls, and the shadows were beginning to form strange creatures. As he turned around to face them head-on, they vanished as if they were never there. His weary brain signaled him to stop and take a break, but Rowan felt a force starting to pull him down the new hall, telling him that his goal was near.

  A great treasure used to be kept in the main study of the castle, gifted to its owner by one of the ancient kings. Long ago, when the land was besieged by the barbaric armies of the Eastern Isle, the previous owner had taken off to ally with the king. They fought against the invaders, but the castle and its grounds were open to attack and was raided. The castle had been torn apart for valuables and the survivors had abandoned it. It had been left so for many years, Rowan the first to disturb its dust in a century. With past problems arising once again, Rowan decided that this ancient treasure had better be put to use.

  The treasure was a large antique mirror, rimmed with gold and set with ruby jewels. Sealed within the mirror glass was the mind of an old deity, one who had walked the realm since the beginning of time, before the current pantheon of gods had formed and created the Twin Isles. A month had passed since the threat to the Western Isle had arisen, and the pantheon had not been able to come up with a solution. Rowan the historian however, had. Well-versed in the land’s history, he believed that Deity Time, the one who had been preserved in the mirror, would have the knowledge to defeat it. There was the chance that even with entering the mirror the goddess had long since faded from existence. But Rowan had to hope.

  He turned down the left hall and followed its tapestry adorned walls to its very end. Twisting the tarnished doorknob, Rowan opened the door slowly and peered inside. Cold, fresh air flew out and mingled with the musty air from the hall from an open window. He shivered. A large mahogany desk dominated the middle of the room, the walls lined with sagging bookshelves holding up the remnants of weather-worn writings. Rowan set a foot in the room, looking down as he heard something clink against his shoe. Moonlight filtered onto shards of glass, reflecting spots of light all around the room.
  “Oh no.” Rowan knelt down and picked up a piece of glass. Entering the room fully, he closed the door to find the mirror frame hung crookedly on its backside. Its glass had been smashed and shattered across the entry way. Rowan had prepared himself for the possibility of the deity’s death, or for the possibility that the raiders had stolen the mirror away. But he had not accounted for a broken mirror, and that broke what hope Rowan had in the wasted castle. Angry that the invaders would destroy such a relic, he clenched his fists. The glass fragment he held was forgotten. “Ouch!” Rowan dropped the bloodied piece and studied the wound on his hand as it clattered against the ground.
  “Oopsie daisy, lordie’s got a little boo-boo!” Rowan looked about the room.
  “Who’s there?” he asked.
  “Who’s there? Well, that would depend on where there is, wouldn’t it, lordie? Cause I’m here, and you’re out there, and others could be elsewhere, couldn’t they?” The mysterious voice giggled childishly. “Guess we won’t really know, will we?” Rowan glanced down to his feet. Within the fragments of glass strewn about the floor was the face of a woman.

  She looked up at him, bathed in a purple light. Her image was spread across the glass, flickering in and out of focus.
  “Deity Time?”
  “Deity Time? No no no, that’s my fancy name, no need for that, lordie boy. I’m Agnes!” Rowan went down to one knee and bent his head.
  “Deit-”
  “Agnes!” the flashing deity corrected. “Or, you can call me Aggie! I think I had a friend who called me that once, he liked reading me books. Wonder where he’s gone off to.”
  “Agnes, I came here to seek your special help.” The woman smiled and nodded.
  “Ah, yes, my special help. The exotic plant called the ovacoda is very difficult to take care of, yes indeed. When you grow the stem from the pit to be at least a foot tall, snip it in half…” Rowan settled down on his knees as the deity went on and on about exotic plant care. This was not what he had expected from the former goddess. Time seemed to have had an affect on its own goddess herself.
  “Did you ever face a creature called the Ingrysa?” a voice interrupted. Rowan moved to cover his mouth as he realized it was him who had interjected into the goddess’s speech. Agnes’ fractured face turned serious. “I’m sorry, Deity, I shouldn’t have-”
  “Where is it?” Agnes said quietly. She stared steadily at Rowan from her mirror realm. It was as if the fanciful woman had been replaced with an entirely new person.
  “Well, I, it,” Rowan stammered, “Eastern Isle mages were spotted, then a giant creature was summoned there, at Northbank City, and from what bystanders say it fits the image, and the damage to the city fits what I’ve read-”
  “Not good, not good at all.” Agnes pursed her lips. “How long ago?”
  “One month.”
  “I gifted Ingrysa a lot of power when they were born, and they have had much time to grow it when I imprisoned them in sta-” the deity’s image froze mid-sentence.
  “Agnes?” the young historian asked. The image blurred, her body jerking stiffly. It focused again, a dreamy look returned to her face. Rowan waited for her to continue.
  “Ooh lordie, that cut looks icky. You better take care of yourself, boyo!” Rowan sighed and began to rummage through his bag. Evidently the remains of the goddess’s sanity and focus had been destroyed along with the mirror when it had been smashed. He would not get much more use out of the magic mirror. While searching for his bandages, he found his grandfather’s old hand mirror tucked away. He picked it out of the bag and opened it. Rowan gazed at the shattered glass on the ground. Agnes might not be of much help very often, but there could be a chance that she’d remember more information later, and Rowan would need that. Finding a piece of mirror that would fit precariously into the rim of his own until he could get a way to secure it properly, he fitted it in.
  “How’d you like to go on an adventure, Agnes?” Her face shrunk to fit the smaller shard.
  “Oooh, an adventure! Love adventures, my friend used to go on them all the time, he’d tell me such fantastic stories. He’s on one right now, I’d reckon. Where are we going?”
  “That’ll be a surprise. But maybe you’ll remember something.”
  “I love surprises too!” Rowan held the mirror up to his eye level. He hoped that going to Northbank would revive some of Agnes’ memories. “I’ve got an amazing memory. Say, you know how to take care of an ovacoda?”
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author's note
Agnes' dialogue and thought process entirely based upon my own when i'm really tired and at the edge of my sanity (just like her lol)
she went from witch in the original idea to goddess??? not sure how that happened

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Day #28 - Spin
  After what felt like two hours of spiralling aimlessly through space, the seventh season I was writing for a tv series that had ended ages ago began to bore me. Wreckage from both my ship and the one that had collided with mine twirled around as everything spun endlessly through the sparkling void. My emergency beacon emitted a quiet beep every few seconds as it sent out its pulse. Luckily for me, the other ship had merely crashed through the starboard wing, leaving the rest of my ship intact. However, it had also somehow gotten stuck in the remaining stub of the wing and its force had sent us spinning out of the spaceway into deep space. From my cockpit I could only see the tail end of the other ship. With no clue on how badly it was damaged, I just had to let the emergency beacon ring and try to get through to their comms every now and then. I sighed and flipped a switch on my dashboard.
  “Hey! Pilot of the Sagittarius, here. We seem to be quite stuck together at the moment, but I’ve been sending out a signal so help should be on its way soon. You doing okay?” No response. I groaned and rubbed my eyes, considering if I should stop radioing them. They’d been going at a very fast speed, and while our ships hadn’t blown up there was a high chance theirs was completely destroyed, judging from all the fractured pieces spinning around with us. “I’m so florping bored!” I shouted out. Balancing carefully, I stood on the back of my seat and pressed my face against the glass. No matter what angle I looked from I still couldn’t see the front of the other ship. The window fogged, and I rapidly wiped it with my sleeve. Peering through the glass, head held at 90°, the side of the ship could just barely be made out by my left eye. It was dark grey, with a plain and smooth design. On the scratched-up side I could see the edge of what seemed to be a light blue four-leafed clover design painted on. “Is that an Altorian 128-BA Corsair?!”

  Altor is the second largest planet in the Blue Moon Alliance. Composed of three close-proximity planets with varying ecosystems and trades, they built their wealth easily off one another and quickly became a hub of activity for other trade groups as well. Altor is a highly advanced planet, ruled by a recently crowned emperor. As the population on the planets increased, so too did the technological advancements of the Altorians. The reasoning behind the crazy numbers and letters at the beginning of the Corsair model I couldn’t recall, though I was sure the page in my Ship Encyclopedia: 4028 Era Edition had all the little details. It was probably lovingly adorned with one of my special bookmarks as well. The BA Corsair is a fast and sleek ship, small in size with amazing handling. It was armed with two guns, though those were rarely used because the ship was mainly designed with speed and stealth in mind. It had been put to use by the Altorian military a few years back, and no one but specialized pilots trained for the ship could fly them. Sales and access would never end up public, but the little seven-year-old ship nerd in me had always dreamed of being able to fly one someday. My own ship was custom made just to share similarities with the BA Corsair. A pity that one had crashed into me and been partially destroyed.
  A pity.
  That a military-clearance only plane.
  Only flyable by a select few.
  Often used to relay important information.
  From one of the most powerful planets in explored space.
  Had crashed into me.

  Realization struck hard, my boots slipped off the back of my chair, and I cascaded to the floor.
  “Zatz!” The chair spun rapidly as I rubbed my head in agony. I guessed that I was lying in one of the most unflattering positions possible. “Now I’m kinda grateful no one’s here to see this.” I blew a strand of hair out of my face and sighed for what was probably the eightieth time. Hopefully the message held in the BA Corsair could wait a bit longer, as rescue still seemed to be avoiding us. My communicator crackled and fizzed annoyingly, its frequency all screwed up after my fall. I reached up and fumbled around my controls lazily, struggling to find the off switch.
  “Bzztzz...anyone...pftzz...happened.” a robotic voice muttered through the speaker. I scrambled to my feet and quickly fixed the frequency.
  “Hey! You alright?”
  “Where...crackle...we?” I fiddled with the frequency again.
  “Doesn’t really matter at the moment. I need you to tell me your condition and the condition of your ship.” A wave of white noise washed over my ears. I grumbled and slammed my fist against the right wall. This ship was nice, but it was getting old.
  “Port wing is destroyed. Gravity stabilizer is not functioning, small hairline crack in the...fizz...corner of windshield. The ship's log reads that everything else is working properly.” The voice that came through the radio carried a heavy Altorian accent. Yep. It was totally a Corsair.
  “What about you?” I asked. I’d been a part of several nasty wrecks before, and had suffered various injuries because of them.
  “I’m fine. How long have we been spinning like this?” I checked my clock. This man just couldn’t decide on what question to ask me first.
  “Around two and a half hours now, no one has picked up on my emergency signal yet. I’m the pilot of the Sagittarius, the lovely ship you happened to smash into, and we left the spaceway around the pass through the Jotori Asteroid Belt, so, we’re out in deep space somewhere to the left of there,” I paused to take a breath, then continued, “who might you be?”
  “An Altorian Sergeant, I’ll leave it at that.”
  “Alright Sarge, for your information I’ll be needing your full name so when I get back to civilization I can get you to pay for damages. You’ve sent us off into deep space and this ship was expensive!”
  “Well I...bzzt...you’re correct. Altor will pay for any damages when we are found.”
  “You better.” I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed. My fingers tapped along my forearms anxiously in the awkward silence that followed. “Hey,” I said.
  “Yes?”
  “You ever heard of the game I Spy?”
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author's note
fun fact: whenever i read my own dialogue for a character i describe having a "heavy accent" its almost always a russian accent in my head, no clue why i don't use any others lol
also imagine naming your charactesr couldn't be me

also also i mistype planet as "plant" a lot so if you see any plants in there tell me please :pray:
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thank you! <3
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10/21/2021 8:14 pm
Level 43 : Master Scribe
pharaohbean
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day 9/21: i still havent touched mine lmao BUT IM ABOUT TO
i just want to restate that i still dont know chemistry XD

also: agnes i love you, you are wonderful, you are precious, and i hope you slap some monster butt :D
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10/15/2021 9:51 am
Level 43 : Master Scribe
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day 8/15: tbh i havent touched my storytober in a while so like, you're doing better than me with one completed day XD
oooh, this au is F U N- it sort of reminds me of Panama Inverted but with crystals. and the lack of inverted gravity. :D
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10/15/2021 10:20 am
Level 70 : Legendary Elf
PersonWhoPlaysMinecraft
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yeah the setting is based off two different ones i have for d&d! wish i had gotten to explain the setting a bit more but i think it came across in the end :')
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10/07/2021 7:38 pm
Level 43 : Master Scribe
pharaohbean
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day 5: delphi i love you.
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10/07/2021 8:11 pm
Level 70 : Legendary Elf
PersonWhoPlaysMinecraft
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lmao delphi's character is my favorite type of character to write
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10/02/2021 6:38 pm
Level 43 : Master Scribe
pharaohbean
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day 1: aaaa no it didn't seem rushed! i enjoyed reading it! -the mc was delightful to see their thoughts and exploring what, to them, was quite the surprise! you're off to a great start! ^-^
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10/02/2021 7:39 pm
Level 70 : Legendary Elf
PersonWhoPlaysMinecraft
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ahh thank you! :'D
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