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9 minutes ago, CalanoCorvus said:

Scene #22: Inspired by the teaser trailer for Vantage, by Halfy & Winks. A couple dances silently.

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The heat is fast approaching. 

I sit next to my love.

She is crying.

Why am I not crying?

I place my hand over hers, gently, and she raises her gaze to mine.

“May I have this last dance?” I ask softly.

She accepts silently, taking my hand, and I gently pull her to her feet.

As we assume a simple waltz, the unconscious movements a result of years of practice, tears begin to stream down her face.

I pull her closer, until her head rests on my chest. Her body silently shivers with sobs, as the light outside the window grows brighter.

“I’m scared.”

“I know,” I say softly as I kiss the top of her head, “I know you are.”

“Aren’t you?”

The light grows brighter, the heat slowly increasing, but I don’t respond.

“Yes,” I say quietly.

She takes the lead in the dance, and leads me through the steps.

Left.

Right.

Back. Forward.

Twirl.

She smiles sadly. “You’ve been practicing,” She says.

I smile back, and place a gentle kiss on her forehead.

I begin to sweat, as the heat climbs in temperature ever quicker. The light is nearly blinding.

Left.

Right.

Back. Forward.

Twirl.

Tears finally begin to stream down my face, as I finally realize what’s about to happen.

“I…” I draw a breath, “I love you.”

“I know. And I love you too.”

We dance, silently.

The heat heightens. The light crescendos.

"Mundus terminatur, et mundi finio."

A fireburst breaks through the wall, and then I know nothing more.

please help me before i start crying.

I don't know if I want to clap or go sob in the corner. That was... AMAZING AHHHHHHHHHH *sobs*

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10 minutes ago, The Wandering Wizard said:

BUT EVERYONE HERE HAS BEEN A KIND SOUL TO ME AND YOU HAVE BEEN GREAT. I DID TURN ICMBAAOM INTO A DnD GAME BASICALLY BUT ALSO NOT REALLY.

i still dont know how i feel ab that.....

 

12 minutes ago, Sequence said:

*crouches in corner while clapping and sobbing at the same time*

*bows and givs hug*

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shut up ab the double post

Scene #23: The Queen's niece recieves a gift.

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“Your presence is requested by the Queen.”

Alexi nodded silently as she was led into the Hall Of Queens. The Queen herself sat on a throne at the other end of the room.

She walked up to the dais, and took a knee.

“You wished to see me, Your Majesty?”

“Yes. How are you, Alexi?”

Alexi bit back tears. “Fine,” She lied through gritted teeth.

“Mm. You know what I sense, Niece?”

Alexi did not respond, still fighting the urge to scream and break something.

“I see a young woman with a voice in her head, one I doubt she’ll say no to. The fire in your eyes is all too visible, even to the lowest level Seers. Would you like my advice?”

“Of course, My Queen,” Alexi responded, willing her voice to remain deadpan.

She was not angry at the Queen, she never would be angry at her Aunt.

It was her closest friend she was angry at.

It was Emmi she was angry at.

Emmi had wronged it.

“I think,” The Queen said, “You should let the fire burn.”

The Queen rose and began to descend down the steps of the dais. As she descended the steps, brilliant wings, the color of deep space, a deep purple almost black, emerged from behind her. They flared up to full size, nearly filling the hall.

“And to help fuel the fire,” She said, extending her hand, “I’m going to gift something to you.”

A violent violet flame appeared in her hand, and Alexi rose. A single wayward tear slipped down her cheek, and she approached The Queen.

“Place your hand in the Flame.”

Alexi raised her hand. 

Then she paused. 

She looked up at the Queen. 

The Queen smiled back.

Alexi glared at the flame and stuck her hand into it.

“You,” The Queen said, “Are stronger than you know. Show this world what you can do.”

Wings of brilliant purple flames appeared from Alexi’s back. Huge, graceful, and glittering, they were about ⅔ the size of The Queens wings.

Alexi wouldn’t dare say it, but she thought her wings looked better than the Queens.

The Queen spread her arms.

“Burn the world, if you have to.”

Alexi flexed her wings, and they roared back at her with the sound of a hundred flames.

“Yes, my Queen.”

And then she flew out of the Hall, and into the sky, on brilliant violet wings, to burn the world.

hehehehehehehe wings made of fire that let her kill someone go brrrrr.

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9 hours ago, Liahona said:

Doomie these are amazing :o That one about hte couple dancing really hit me in the heart; it's probably one of my favorite scenes of yours thus far.

ironically, i totally danced like thay with my gf on saturday. im gonna go post something in the good news thread ab it, bc it was dooooooooope.

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30 minutes ago, Morningtide said:

Somehow I managed to miss both 22 and 23. They're both so good! I love #22, ITS SOOOOOOO SAD :(:(:(:( . Amazing perspective and emotion. 

#23 is really cool too, I love the last sentence. It's just awesome. 

Morningtide thank youuuuuuuuuuu ily so much bestieeeee (platonically) thank youuuu

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With the release of the song Vantage by Halfy & Winks last Saturday, I've been gifted with incredibly inspiring lyrics to work with.

Coming soon,

At least 2 more scenes. One is being worked on as I type this. The other 1 or 2 are ideas. For now.

Prepare.

This is my Vantage...

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1 hour ago, CalanoCorvus said:

With the release of the song Vantage by Halfy & Winks last Saturday, I've been gifted with incredibly inspiring lyrics to work with.

Coming soon,

At least 2 more scenes. One is being worked on as I type this. The other 1 or 2 are ideas. For now.

Prepare.

This is my Vantage...

Yay! I love the ones that you base off songs. I'll go listen to this song now. 

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Scene #24: A story of Mankind and the Alinsi.

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The Vantage was stationed just outside the city.

It looked down on the city, as its guardian angel.

Ironically, the city was also named Vantage.

The Code of Vantage was something considered the most holy thing to utter in the whole city.

This is my Vantage.

You have yours,

I have mine.

We’ll never see eye to eye.

We sow the seeds of peace, not sorrow.

We are the souls who pay for the war.

The War Of Tomorrow.

This city was more than just a simple city. It was a city that had been plunged into an eternal war.

A war not of Men, or of Nature, but a war of Men, Nature, and the Alinsi.

The Alinsi came from Nature, with Nature on their arm, and Nature in their bosom.

Men came by themselves, with Men on their arm, and Men in their bosom.

The First Great Clash was catastrophic. Both Man and Alinsi perished in great numbers.

On that day, Mankind claimed the hill on which the Vantage would be placed.

On that day, Mankind swore the Code Of Vantage.

To be there on that day, to listen to men swear the Code in vast numbers, must have been absolutely and completely stunning.

Drums beating in the background.

Empirical seers repeating the Code for the army to swear to.

It was rumored that the Empirar himself was present.

It was rumored that the Empirar himself swore to the Code, just like his men.

The time since The First Great Clash had long since passed, and Man and Alinsi had had clashes since then, but none on the scale of the First Great Clash.

So Man watched.

Waited.

Listened.

From His Vantage.

More scenes to come tonight or tomorrow.

Watch.

Listen.

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The Alinsi are simply beings of Nature. Yes, the term Empirar is how they spelled it in world.

Writing tip: Don't make up words!!! Misspell preexisting words :)

Thank you for the kind words Morningtide and Wandering Wizard!!!!

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Scene #25: Scene based off Vantage, by Halfy & Winks, and Ashes, by The Longest Johns. I didn't like where it was going, so it isn't done and isn't the best.

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The field was empty.

Grass waved in the wind.

The stone covered hills rolled endlessly.

Then, a piercing clang of metal on stone broke through the wind filled silence.

And a song, deep and melancholy, sorrowful and angry, sung by hundreds of voices, broke through the silence.

With my vantage,

We’re standing on the same line

But you are low and I am high

What separates all our minds,

Is none of us will ever live the same life,

We pay for the war!

The war of tomorrow!

From across the plains, the marching of boots and the howling of dogs filled the air, alongside the song, creating a harmony of war.

The Murlons crested the hill, clanging their tridents on the stone beneath their feet, their blood red eyes glowing in the lavender moonlight.

The Murlons had a saying, as peoples usually do,

When Lunor hangs high in the sky, seeing everything with her lavender eyes, war is nigh to come.

The rivals of the Murlons, the Lorons, had a different saying,

When Lunor bathes everything in purple light, it’s time for a fight.

Much less dramatic, but still foreboding.

The Lorons crested the hill across from the Murlons, and readied for a fight.

The Murlons’ song reached a crescendo, and they lowered their tridents, preparing their defense against the men and hounds of the Lorons.

The drummers and strungers of the Murlons worked at their instruments furiously, creating a melody of war, of death, of inspiration, of furiousness.

The Lorons started their own song as they stood across from their adversaries.

Watch that old fire as it flickers and dies

That once blessed the household and lit up our lives

It shone for the friends and the clinking of glasses

I’ll tend to the flame, you can worship the ashes.

The two songs meshed and flowed over each other, coming closer to harmony with every note, every fluctuation of pitch.

[This wasn’t going anywhere so I just ended it here and I might come back and edit it but I don’t know]

yeah idk mate. not as great as normal.

Scene #26: Scene about a lonely old man in the forest, based on Ashes, by The Longest Johns.

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The fire in front of me is flickering. But not flickering as a fire normally does.

It’s dying.

The fire is dying, and the cold is seeping into everything not painted by the orange firelight.

As the flames flicker in and out, seeking out little bits of unburnt wood, memories fill my head.

Memories of a stronger fire, of the clinking of glasses, of friends filling my home.

This cabin out in the snow covered wilderness, surrounded only by a pristine blanket of snow, touched only by the occasional doe or elk.

They don’t know.

But I know.

I stand, and go to the kitchen. I open my cupboard, and procure a small barrel.

I select a sturdy wooden mug from the shelf below, and remove the cork from the barrel.

I pour the aged ale, a gift from a friend, into the mug. I put the cork back in the barrel and put it back in the cupboard.

I return to the remnants of the fire, and sit back down.

I remember when I would also disturb the snow outside, only to hunt. My bow hangs on the wall above the fireplace, unused, but proud.

The snow has long since melted.

There’s an old song, passed down in this region, that I happened to discover carved into the trunk of an aged oak tree.

Bury some seeds and expect some strong branches,

I’ll tend to the flame, you can worship the ashes.

Now show me a man who can meet all his needs,

For what we need most now is unity’s seed.

A common old song for all creeds and all classes,

I’ll tend to the flame, you can worship the ashes.

I’ll tend to the flame.

I never learned the melody, so I created my own.

As the snow melts off my roof, I set down my mug, pick up my guitar, and pluck at a few of the strings.

This guitar was my fathers, and he passed it down to me many years ago.

I adjust the strings, and draw a melody out of the old instrument.

I sing in a melancholy tone, slowly, somberly.

What will we do when the world, it is ending?

And time it is halted for friend and for foe?

Try to hold on to the time as it passes.

I’ll tend to the flame, you can worship the ashes.

I’ll tend to the flame, you can worship the ashes.

I’ll tend to the flame, you can worship the ashes.

The song ends, I strum a final chord, and silence fills the cabin.

The embers die out, and I pick up my mug.

I take a sip of the aged, strong ale, and let its warmth fill me.

It rivals the warmth outside, but only slightly.

The world is ending. Just as the song said.

I tend to the flame.

No one will remain to worship the ashes.

That one is cool and I like it. But yes 2 scenes today, as it's my Shardiversary :)

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