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QueenFrejyalen · **08-08-2014, 02:30 AM**

Alright, so I've seen this kind of game on forums before, thought I'd set one up too! Â Sorry if this is an accidental repeat of a thread already out there! Â XD;

Below is a starting list of 10 one-word writing prompts; choose 4 of them, and weave them all together to create one cohesive concept involving your character(s)! Â You can do a quick WIP-style, or you can go all out! Â It's up to you, writing as much as you want or as little!

Blanket
Falling
Campfire (or fire pit or other variants)
Fairy
Gauntlet
Livelihood
Mountainside
Spirits
Indigo
Scarab beetle (yes, I know that's two words, shh)
Water
Arcane
Wind
Storm

Â Â For extra fun, add a word to the pile at the beginning or end of your post, and I'll add it to the list!!

QueenFrejyalen · **08-08-2014, 03:51 PM**

Did I post this in the wrong area? Â =o Â Anyone interested in it?

Nyx Ashkala · **08-08-2014, 04:03 PM**

I may try this later Smile

. Just letting you know I did read it Big Grin

!

QueenFrejyalen · **08-08-2014, 04:06 PM**

(08-08-2014, 04:03 PM)A Wrote: I may try this later . Just letting you know I did read it !

Â ^.^

TheBlob · **08-09-2014, 12:06 PM**

This was fun. I did two, one for each character. It was interesting trying to capture both their very different voices within the word limit (200) I put onto myself while still using the prompts!
I think I did alright! Thanks for the idea! Â ... my word to add is.... water.

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QueenFrejyalen · **08-09-2014, 03:29 PM**

Nice job, ShayRei! Â Very cohesive use of the words, and I shall add water up there! Â =D Â Thanks for playing~!

WanderingWordsmith · **08-16-2014, 10:03 AM**

I'm game! Turned it into a little snippet of Averill's time in and around Gridania (My words were Campire, Gauntlet, Water, and Spirit(s)).

The soft orange flames licked Averill's gloves. He pulled back with a sigh. "What kind of archer brings mitts to a hunt?"
He tore them off. His supplier had shown the utmost confidence in the product; not the slightest bit obstructive, suitable for a man of the bow. Promises that he could scoff at with a surety that rivalled the merchant.

Turning his attention away from mercantile mistrust, Averill checked the meat cooking slowly over the campfire, tutting as he counted at least four rips and punctures from poor shots. Any sort of livelihood that could be eked from this kind of hunting was no livelihood at all, and he certainly wouldn't be boasting to Naoh upon his return. He kicked back, half-tempted to toss the useless armour into the blaze.

Content to let his meal cook a little longer, he lay back on the lush, Shroud grass that would serve as his mattress for the night. "Should'a gone with the gauntlets," he grumbled. Heat from the campfire brought a weight to his eyes. How long had it been since he arrived? Several weeks, at the very least. For the first time in many moons, Averill found his feet pining for the hardwood floor of the Roost. Soft beds and a warm hearth might earn him some of Oschon's scorn, but he could not deny himself those pleasures.

A gentle rustling nearby found the Hyur reaching lazily for his longbow. A water spirit ambled ponderously towards the fire, no doubt curious to find the presence of its rival element so close to home. Averill watched the sentient bubbles for some time, trying to picture the puzzlement on an imagined face. He sat and smiled.Â

The Roost had its pleasures, he thought, but nothing quite beat the wilds.

I hope you enjoyed! My suggestion for the list is arcane.

QueenFrejyalen · **08-18-2014, 02:59 PM**

(08-16-2014, 10:03 AM)WanderingWordsmith Wrote: ...

Awesome job! Â I will add arcane to the list and thank you also for playing~!

DreamedReality · **08-21-2014, 09:04 AM**

Used: Mountainside; indigo; spirits; falling
Offering: wind

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Normally he paid better attention to his botany lessons, since it might prove useful when he was finally accepted into the Guardians of the Clan and was sent off down the mountainside and the swampland below. But not today. Today his mind was far too occupied with the fun he and his friends planned on having that afternoon than listening to old man Fraideoux drone on. And lessons were -just- about over for the day anyroad.

At nine cycles old he'd gotten together with his friends to make a team and today was their first ever Strikeball match after two moons of practicing. An informal match of course, as were all the children's games, but it gave status amongst themselves and that was more than enough. He was the youngest of the team and also the smallest. Which made him the perfect candidate to be the team's Dodger.

Today's match was weighing even heavier on his mind than it would otherwise, for they were to play against his elder sister, Vedelle's team. So instead of learning about marjoram and it's uses he was thinking about the bet the two of them had made the previous day. The winner got a Fetcher for practices and gloating rights. While the loser had to -be- the opposing team's Fetcher and wear a small cloth tied about their wrist that was the colour of the winner's team. For an -entire- season! And Spring had just started. Oh, he'd make certain it was -her- that was wearing indigo and the one fetching stray balls for his team.

So deep he was in his fantasies of grandeur that he didn't realize that Fraideoux had excused them for the day. He comes back to reality with a start when one of the other children brushes past him. Which he then tries to cover by quickly gathered up his things and heading away from the rooms that lessons were held in. When he was free of the small crowd filing away he breaks into a run. Spirits high he ignores the shouts that followed, telling him to slow down. He heads for the lower tiers of the immense central cavern the Clan called home. Once at the lower levels he ducks into one of the intricately carved tunnels. Here he is finally forced into a walk by a series of thick cloths hanging across the path to help dampen the sounds from the carved out arena beyond.

As was the nature of these informal children's games, they started almost as soon as both teams had all their players in attendance. And since he'd been among the last to arrive, he only had a few minutes to exchange taunts with his sister and warm up with his seven other teammates on their half of the court.

The court itself was longer than it was wide and marked down the center, splitting the court into two squares. At the opposite ends of these squares a smaller box was marked and it was this small box that he'd be spending his game time in. As the Dodger he couldn't leave this box, while no one else was allowed inside the small box. His job was to dodge the ball without overstepping or falling outside the lines as the opposing team tried to strike him with the ball.

Vedelle, on the other hand, was a Striker. The offensive portion to a team. He watched as her team gained control of the ball at the opening toss and worked their way down to his side of the arena. The ball always had to be in motion and she was dribbling it with practiced ease as she jogged the distance. She was occasionally passing between the two other strikers as they neared, working their way past his own team's defenses. He shifts his weight in anticipation, watching the ball and trying to anticipate where they'd try and throw from as the Strikers started to flank his box. Would they aim for his head? Or maybe his feet in a feigned pass?

No! A feigned strike in his direction turns into a handoff. Yet he manages to call the play by not dodging too soon, leaving him able to react to his sister throwing the ball -hard- at his chest. Falling to the side the ball soars harmlessly by to bounce out of bounds. So the tone of the game is set. And it was going to be a good one...

Antain · **08-21-2014, 10:16 AM**

Used: blanket, falling, livelihood, spirits
Offered: storm

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QueenFrejyalen · **08-21-2014, 04:12 PM**

Jacques - A very fun use of the exercise, and now I wanna know more about this game.. xD Â Who wins?!

Vaughn - Your passage was the opposite, very moody and a bit sad. Â Still, a great job.

Added both your words to the list! Â Cheers!

DreamedReality · **08-23-2014, 07:15 PM**

His sister did of course... much to his boyhood frustrations.

10+ One Word Prompts - Choose 4!

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