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in wot??
Hey, my daughter does that every year!!!!
I don't, of course. My children are all better writers than I could ever be.
nos meees don't
thx mead
thx mead
I propose the idea of a Cooperative novel with others here on Chesapeake. Each of us could write a chapter from the viewpoint of our characters. I'd love to read a chapter from a goblin's point of view.
I had to write a short creative essay for English class.
REMEMBER THIS IS A FICTITIOUS CREATIVE ESSAY AND IN NO WAY A TRUE REPRESENTATION OF CURRENT PLAYER EVENTS
This was written in 12 pt new times roman dbl spaced, which took up 2 pages.
The harbor was flooded with a thick gray cloud of smoke with flashes of light quickly piercing through followed hastily by the thundering clap of cannons. They were under attack. Sometime during the night a fleet of ships had slipped into the harbor unbeknownst and at dawn’s first light they laid siege to the city. The first to go, I imagined, was naval fleet as I could see several of its ships standing on end, bows and sterns jutting out of the sea. The fine shops that had lined the harbors edge now lay in ruins. As the chaos ensued matters only got worse, as the citizens tried to flee through the west gate with whatever belongings they could grab, many with only children gripped in arms or hand in hand with loved ones were met with the grim outcome of a long hidden secret. A horde of goblins ravaged the city from the west entrance, gnawing at the limbs of those unfortunate enough to fall prey to these wretch creatures. This was truly a horrid sight to gaze upon, though there was nothing a simple pauper could do. I was merely on my way to procure some meats from the new shipment at the south gate butcher, which is undoubtedly no longer, and for the south gate, it was impassable due to the rubble of what was once the guard towers that flanked its sides.
Rumor has it, that the city supplied its taverns and eateries with an exotic meat, and this meat was harvested from the denizens of a world under our very own. Deep within the lonely volcano on a distant island dwell two distinct clans of goblins. My pappy once told me a tale about these creatures, which I’ve long forgotten. As I try to recall, he mentioned that a few of them, from each clan, left their ancestral ways and fled the volcano to seek refuge on a little known island off the coast of the mainland. They even built their own caves and, believe it or not, choose their own king. This newly established order of goblins were eventually welcomed by the inhabitants of the mainland, who found these creatures to be kind, comical, witty and quite unsanitary. Everything was, or at least seemed, copacetic.
Years later, word spread throughout the land of a popular cuisine that could be had. People flocked from all ends of the world to this city to taste this new delicacy, to some it was amazing, and like nothing they’ve ever had. To others it was unpalatable, nonetheless it was widely accepted by the upper-class as a must have. For quite some time the secrets of this delicacy were tightly kept. It wasn’t, as rumor has it, until several of the inhabitants of this new order of goblins started disappearing that anyone even knew what was afoot. Cries of help had fallen on deaf ears of the king, not the goblin king, but the true king of these lands. Many assume that the king himself sanctioned the procurement of this exotic meat as a way to “welcome” a newly appointed king to his realm.
As the smoke started to settle on the harbor, the thunderous sounds from the cannons ceased. Through the hazy veil broke the bows of several longboats and that’s when I first saw her. I’ve heard of her, I’ve even heard of the horrible things she’s done, but I never thought I’d see her. She stood poised at the bow of the lead ship, being rowed to shore by her crew of orcs. Known as the fiercest pirate captain to sail the high seas, she scowled towards the city as her ship made land. With a forceful thrust of her sword, her crew let out a blood curdling war cry and stormed the city. Now that the cannons ceased, I could hear the screams and cries of those unfortunate enough to not have been either killed by cannons or crushed to death by rubble, being slaughtered by orcs and ripped apart by goblins. By nightfall the dust had settled, the screams and cries for help had been silenced, the goblins had retreated towards the north and the ships have sailed. All that was left were the vultures circling the sky, waiting for the flames to extinguish, so they may feast on the flesh that’s strewn about. As the city burned, fires lit up the sky. At the west gate, impaled on the end of a spear, is the head of the governor of this poor, unfortunate city. Her head seems to have been cut from her body with fine precision, not the work of either a goblin or an orc. This was the pirate captain’s way of telling the governor, she’d bit off more than she could chew. (pun intended)
REMEMBER THIS IS A FICTITIOUS CREATIVE ESSAY AND IN NO WAY A TRUE REPRESENTATION OF CURRENT PLAYER EVENTS
This was written in 12 pt new times roman dbl spaced, which took up 2 pages.
The harbor was flooded with a thick gray cloud of smoke with flashes of light quickly piercing through followed hastily by the thundering clap of cannons. They were under attack. Sometime during the night a fleet of ships had slipped into the harbor unbeknownst and at dawn’s first light they laid siege to the city. The first to go, I imagined, was naval fleet as I could see several of its ships standing on end, bows and sterns jutting out of the sea. The fine shops that had lined the harbors edge now lay in ruins. As the chaos ensued matters only got worse, as the citizens tried to flee through the west gate with whatever belongings they could grab, many with only children gripped in arms or hand in hand with loved ones were met with the grim outcome of a long hidden secret. A horde of goblins ravaged the city from the west entrance, gnawing at the limbs of those unfortunate enough to fall prey to these wretch creatures. This was truly a horrid sight to gaze upon, though there was nothing a simple pauper could do. I was merely on my way to procure some meats from the new shipment at the south gate butcher, which is undoubtedly no longer, and for the south gate, it was impassable due to the rubble of what was once the guard towers that flanked its sides.
Rumor has it, that the city supplied its taverns and eateries with an exotic meat, and this meat was harvested from the denizens of a world under our very own. Deep within the lonely volcano on a distant island dwell two distinct clans of goblins. My pappy once told me a tale about these creatures, which I’ve long forgotten. As I try to recall, he mentioned that a few of them, from each clan, left their ancestral ways and fled the volcano to seek refuge on a little known island off the coast of the mainland. They even built their own caves and, believe it or not, choose their own king. This newly established order of goblins were eventually welcomed by the inhabitants of the mainland, who found these creatures to be kind, comical, witty and quite unsanitary. Everything was, or at least seemed, copacetic.
Years later, word spread throughout the land of a popular cuisine that could be had. People flocked from all ends of the world to this city to taste this new delicacy, to some it was amazing, and like nothing they’ve ever had. To others it was unpalatable, nonetheless it was widely accepted by the upper-class as a must have. For quite some time the secrets of this delicacy were tightly kept. It wasn’t, as rumor has it, until several of the inhabitants of this new order of goblins started disappearing that anyone even knew what was afoot. Cries of help had fallen on deaf ears of the king, not the goblin king, but the true king of these lands. Many assume that the king himself sanctioned the procurement of this exotic meat as a way to “welcome” a newly appointed king to his realm.
As the smoke started to settle on the harbor, the thunderous sounds from the cannons ceased. Through the hazy veil broke the bows of several longboats and that’s when I first saw her. I’ve heard of her, I’ve even heard of the horrible things she’s done, but I never thought I’d see her. She stood poised at the bow of the lead ship, being rowed to shore by her crew of orcs. Known as the fiercest pirate captain to sail the high seas, she scowled towards the city as her ship made land. With a forceful thrust of her sword, her crew let out a blood curdling war cry and stormed the city. Now that the cannons ceased, I could hear the screams and cries of those unfortunate enough to not have been either killed by cannons or crushed to death by rubble, being slaughtered by orcs and ripped apart by goblins. By nightfall the dust had settled, the screams and cries for help had been silenced, the goblins had retreated towards the north and the ships have sailed. All that was left were the vultures circling the sky, waiting for the flames to extinguish, so they may feast on the flesh that’s strewn about. As the city burned, fires lit up the sky. At the west gate, impaled on the end of a spear, is the head of the governor of this poor, unfortunate city. Her head seems to have been cut from her body with fine precision, not the work of either a goblin or an orc. This was the pirate captain’s way of telling the governor, she’d bit off more than she could chew. (pun intended)
YAY!!! Da Gubins goos tu WAR!!!!!
Mees wans tu weed moor.
Mees wans tu weed moor.
Very nice, Shadow. You're 804 words towards your 50,000 word goal! =P
A co-operative story could be fun. Mainly I was asking about NaNoWriMo though because those of us doing it could try and give each other encouragement and/or help. I find myself in a similar situation to Ivy where I never end up finishing anything.
A co-operative story could be fun. Mainly I was asking about NaNoWriMo though because those of us doing it could try and give each other encouragement and/or help. I find myself in a similar situation to Ivy where I never end up finishing anything.
*sigh* I used to like to write. Although I'm great at the starting gate, I somehow never reach the finish line.
The mobs og goblins went north,laughing and yelling. Once out ina the woos they all stripped ob der goblin skins. Lots ob chater between them all.The leader shouted burn those skins and disperase. Come to blankthorns castle on the 1 st Monday of a fullmoon. you will be paid then good job all He chuckled to himself. One who saw th battle wood be able to pick out real goblin{except for the smell being missing) King blackthorn had a good idea to rid himself of these smelly dirty creatues
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Although effectively unemployed for many years, the small goblin cook was quite busy. She smiled mysteriously as she surveyed the contents of her barrels, which were filled to the brim with fermented cabbages and sundry other pungent, putrefied vegetables. Sacks of very old flour, fully colonized by mold, were waiting to be transported as well, along with baskets of weevil-infested muffins. She began to giggle and rub her hands together, imagining the look on the King's face when he finally entered his newly trashed throne room.
Write 50,000 words in 30 days!!! I cannot read 50,000 words in 30 days 
. However, we do have a LOT of creative minds in the UO RP community.
. However, we do have a LOT of creative minds in the UO RP community.
all I can give you is snippetsmy goblin brain only holds so muches at one time