DramaQueen

Queen took a deep breath, seeking consolation from Tchanta, but none came. Of course. "About four years ago, my fiance, Journey, and I went looking for my step-great-grand-aunt's priceless necklace. We were having no luck, but soon came across a large group of people, about forty of them. The leader, who they called Itch, invited us to join them, as they were headed in the same direction. We did, of course, but I didn't have a good feeling about it. We were with them for about a year without any attacks, but then, Itch and his cronies summoned a Harlyn. It is doubtful that any of you have seen one if these before, and you should be grateful." Queen shuddered at the memory. The small, yet intimidating creature had been flesh-colored, with stains on its fur the color of blood. It had slightly resembled a rabbit, but had bones sticking out at odd angles, ears different lengths, bright blue dribbling saliva, and sharp, sleek teeth. "It ignored me and went straight to Journey. He was the best swordsman that I have ever met, and was able to fend off the creature while I pleaded with Itch to call it off. He informed me that he knew what we were looking for, and was hoping to gain the powers and riches that it would bring. He had used us to locate the necklace, and now that we were out of ideas where it could be, we were useless, so we needed to be disposed of. "Journey gave a shout, and I turned just in time to see the Harlyn knock his sword out of his hand before-" Q's voice broke as sobs threatened to surface. "Before leaping towards him, grabbing his throat by its jaws, and tearing out his esophagus, leaving him to die. "My anger reached a new high, and I began attacking Itch and his men. I soon lost my awareness of my actions, and when I finally came to, I had killed all the men in the group, sparing the women and children. I left, and have been on my own since then. "Earlier, I said that the death of my group wasn't my fault, and that's not completely true. But if they hadn't lied to gain our trust, just to kill us, we would most likely still be a team." Well done, my Queen. Tchanta was back. Her timing was impeccable. You have faced your past. Q held a hand up to her odd hat, allowing a small, mouse-like creature to crawl down from the hat to her shoulder. Thank you, my friend. Queen looked down at the medical treasure she held in her hands, Tchanta peering down from her shoulder. "Thank you. I will use it wisely."

Apologies, but it appears that you have attempted to take my place as the winner. *wins*

Queen chuckled lightly. She had a good feeling about this group, and her initial instincts had been right about her last team. If she had only payed attention to that then... The teasing made her feel welcome, as if she had known these people in another life. Queen took a deep breath, knowing that if she started to get into this topic, she might never come out of her depressive state. "My last few groups have also perished, although it was not my fault. I'll take the chance, as you seem like a good person." Tchanta sent her a wave of pride at being able to mention her losses. Q had barely mentioned them in the 3 years since she was left on her own.

Hello, all! I am a very amateur writer, and not planning to get very serious with it, but this is chapters 1-5 of a book that I have started to write. I would love to hear all of your feedback, good or bad, on what I have of my story so far. Thanks! (Spoilered for length)

Greetings, mortal.

*refuses to infinity*

*refuses*

Hello!! Spook is my fantasy boyfriend, and I would desperately like to be able to communicate in his language! So, um... Wasing the wanting of speaking the things?

Queen smiled, happy that this member was so willing to accept her. "My name is Queen, but you can just call me Q. I am no queen anymore." Tchanta's voice sounded softly in the back of Queen's head. You will always be a queen. Even when your head is too weak to hold your crown.

Harmony? Probably the most powerful.

I refuse to be conquered by mere mortals.

Queen felt a wave of relief wash over her as the one they had called Nath welcomed her into their group, despite the fact that a few of them were still glaring at her suspiciously... Or maybe it was confusion. She found it hard to distinguish human emotions after all this time, and even though some of these members weren't humans, their emotions still were. Tchanta, she thought, what is their emotion? She felt a wave of sadness from her companion that she was no longer able to recognize the expressions of her own kind, then felt Tchanta's realization that she couldn't recognize it either. I... I don't know. Perhaps you should ask them. "What about the rest of them? I don't want to intrude if even one member wishes me not to."

Hi! So, I just had a great idea for a character named Queen, but I am not a good artist, and I really like to have visual representation of my characters. This is my description of her (spoilered for length) If you think that she'd be fun to draw, please do so and submit pictures below!! If you are involved in the rp that I introduced her in, please do not read this spoilered part, I would like for it to be a surprise. 1 more thing: If you see this and know someone you think would enjoy drawing Queen (name may change,) please invite them to do so!!!

*conquers all, like the queen that she is*

Queen stepped out of her hiding place, deciding to take the risk that this group, unlike her last one, was trustworthy. She could no longer bear to face these terrors alone. Not after... No, she couldn't afford to think about that. She knew that it would cause her to lose herself, and that was something she didn't think she could survive again. Thin, with a flat figure, she was dressed in mostly greens, with an oversized army jacket with pockets covering every inch, except for one spot, where a tarnished gold pin shaped vaguely like a heart lay, directly over her heart. Her cargo pants fit to her form, which made the bulges of the pockets stand out even more. Her boots looked shockingly new, the only part of her outfit that wasn't faded, torn, or stained. Atop her head was the strangest part of her clothing. A grayish-blue top hat, extremely oversized and almost comical, perched above her mess of short, brown curls. The hat had a tool belt around it, holding seemingly random, useless knick knacks. The hat was also constantly moving, at least slightly. The group members couldn't help but wonder how they had managed to overlook her earlier. She had only been a few feet away from them. "Speaking of new members..." Her voice was shaky with nerves, as well as the fact that she had had to remain silent for the past three years to avoid being noticed by her threateners. "Got room for one more? I have no magic, but I can be quite stealthy. I also have some medical training and know my way around wounds. My only weapon is my dagger, but I'm quick enough to avoid being caught."

Ok, well you said that it's a line from a musical, so that's awesome, and I love that musical. But I cannot read that font, I am blind. Also I cannot currently access youtube to see what song it is. I like the bottom part, too! Solid 7.9348/10

I thought my name was pretty good, but its kind of a lot sometimes I guess. Plus, it usually looks more like: RadiantDramaQue en at least on my computer, so thats fun...

I decided that a duel was too harsh of a consequence. I am happy to share my nachos with you, especially as I had already eaten more than half of them. Thanks for keeping me from getting fat!

I'm back. I got zero messages, so you obviously aren't trying hard enough.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO I will avenge my nachos. I challenge you to a duel. This time tomorrow. Bring your choice of defense, including magic. Cosmere or not, but it has to be Sanderson.

When you are literally on the fansite 24/7.

As have you. Please don't steal my nachos

Yeah, sorry about that. I knew that, but forgot, and then remembered as soon as I hit Submit Reply on the second one. *wins apologetically*

Lightweaver 75% Willshaper 70% Edgedancer 52% Windrunner 46% Truthwatcher 40% Dustbringer 39% Stoneward 33% Elsecaller 27% Bondsmith 23% Skybreaker 12% Definitely accurate for me, I read the description for Lightweaver and thought, "Yup, that's a perfect description of my interests, personality, etc."