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Re: Kingdom of Thismonia: Story-Writing Contest
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Quilbro
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| 30 Mar 2013 12:25 PM |
This is only for members of the Kingdom of Thismonia. All others, please join if you wish to enter this contest.
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The Contest
Attention, Thismonians! By submitting a story to the Skazian Harbinger, you can have your article featured specially in the Harbinger, you be applicable for a promotion, and an exclusive, "King's Council for a Day" reward! All you need to do is send a story you wrote about Thismonia to this user.
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The Prizes
Grand Prize A permanent promotion to the rank "Savant" A single-time, 24-hour promotion to the rank "House Conclave" Their article being featured as the top article in the 7th Edition Skazian Harbinger A possible promotion above the rank "Savant", depending on the story quality
Those who don't win may receive... Their article being featured in the 7th Edition Skazian Harbinger A possible promotion, depending on the story quality
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The Requirements
Only entries sent by members of the Thismonian Kingdom will be considered The story must be based in Skazia, the continent on which Thismonia resides The story must be of acceptable length and quality Entrants may not excessively slander anybody, especially other Thismonians Entrants must use proper grammar, spelling, and capitalization
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The Fine Print
All entries must be received by April 4th, 10:00 PM EST. Articles after this point may not be considered for the Grand Prize.
All entries must be sent to this user, if they are being submitted to the contest. Non-contest entries may be sent to Masmusk or Exo. Entrants may submit multiple articles. However, quality is being judged, not quantity. No Thismonians in the rank of Nobleman or above will be considered for the grand prize. They are still applicable for the secondary prize. No Thismonians who have published Lore or prose Literature within the previous two Harbingers will be considered for the grand prize. They will still be applicable for the secondary prize. If all entries are of unacceptable quality or there are too few entries, nobody will win the grand prize. All articles must be appropriate for people of ages 8 and up. Articles containing inappropriate material may be removed. For the grand prize winner, if they are above the rank of Savant, they will not be demoted to Savant. They still will be temporarily promoted to the rank "House Conclave". Abuse of powers while in the ranks "House Conclave" or "Savant" will not be tolerated. The winner may still be demoted or exiled if they act improperly. The submissions will be judged by a panel of Thismonian Kingdom high ranks and Skazian Harbinger staff.
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Previous Harbinger Editions
1st Edition: http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=91188388 2nd Edition: http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=90757122 3rd Edition: http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=91336905 4th Edition: http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=92036446 5th Edition: http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=92598830
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Remember to keep writing! Anybody can submit stories to the Harbinger. Please do so, even after the contest is over. |
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iPwnza
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| 02 Apr 2013 02:36 PM |
I awoke from my bed to the sound of a large boom. It was midnight, so I crept out of the cabin as quietly as possible to ensure I did not wake my parents. It was a dark night, one night before all of Skazia would celebrate our king's 10th year with the crown. Looking around, I noticed the dim light of a torch over the mountainside, and heard the far-off noises of horses. Assuming that the figures I had spotted were simply guards patrolling the countryside, I quietly crept back into my bed.
Morning came early, and I was very under-slept from the midnight adventure. My parents prepared breakfast, and then went out to work the farm. Around noon that day, I walked into the house to get some water, after working the farm for the entire morning. As I was about to go back outside, I heard a loud banging on the door. I heard a man outside screaming "Open the door, Province guards." I decided not to cause trouble and opened the door, and the guards grabbed me the instant the door opened. They screamed "Where are your parents?" and I replied "Out on the farm." They told the other guards to tie me up, and the guard grabbed me by the hand and placed a nuce around my neck, tied the nuce to the horse. The group of guards sent to retrieve my parents soon came back, with my parents as prisoners. They put nuces around their necks and tied them to the horses also. The lead guard said "Prisoners! Keep up with the horses, or the nuce around your necks will strangle you to death. After a long hike, and a lot of thinking about why I was being captured, we arrived at the castle. They opened the dungeon door and threw us inside.
The days inside the dungeon were torture. The dead rats that the guards threw in for meals were disgusting. The dirt floor was damp, making it hard to even sit. The air was bitter cold, suggesting we were probably deep underground. One day, the guards came and took us inside the castle. He placed us before the king for our trial. The king got off his chair, cleared his throat, and said "The dirty peasant on the left here, as he looked at me, was spotted late after curfew last night wondering the streets. During this time, a large stash of TNT was detonated, destroying the home of the King's steward. It's only logical that he committed the crime, correct? And as our penal code states, the parents of the accused are also guilty." Now, we will allow the accused to speak in defense.
I said "Sir, king of Skazia, I was simply looking outside when I heard this explosion. I was simply being curious about why there would be an explosion at midnight". The king spoke "That is a sensible excuse. Do you have any evidence?" Sadly, I did not and said "No, Sir". He picked up another paper and read it aloud, "The accused has plead innocent, but is guilty due to the lack of evidence that he did not commit the crime. Now, for the sentencing. For crimes of trespassing past curfew, detonating an explosive without permission, and destruction of property, you and your parents will be spending their life as a slave - in bondage to pay back their debts to the kingdom." The guards grabbed us and walked us to the town square.
The town square had a slave market in the center. They tied us up on poles, placed our prices below our feet, and walked off. After about an hour on the poles, a man walked up - dressed in fine clothes. He looked at our prices, interested. He walked up to the guard, and handed him a coin purse. The guard walked up to us, untied us, and walked us off to the slave owner's horse and carriage. Our new owner took us on what seemed to be an extremely short ride to a camp below a frozen mountain. He handed us a torn, ragged tunic and showed us our tents. He screamed "Work starts tomorrow at 5 - be up and ready!" The entire night, I thought about how I could convince anyone that I was actually innocently being curious. I thought about any evidence I had, but could think of none. I even thought about escaping, but decided not to - there were guards stationed at every corner of the camp.
The next morning, the slaver screamed "IT'S MORNING! GET TO WORK! THE NEW SLAVES ARE TO SEE ME!" We walked up to the slaver, and he seemed surprisingly calm. Instead of screaming at us to get to work at the mines, he told us how he lived next door to the destroyed steward's home. He told us how he saw the man that had committed the crime, and that it was not us. He continued to explain that he had bought us to return us to freedom, as he knew we were actually innocent. He gave us a pouch with 10 gold coins in it and a horse - enough to buy some food and get out of the province. Thanking the man, we got on our horse and rode over the boarder to a new land.
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| 02 Apr 2013 03:52 PM |
On the quiet countryside, their was a fair maiden with curly red hair, ruby red lips, and fair skin. Her name was Rose Allen, she had a admirer too. His name was Gaston Goyle. Rose did not care much for Gaston, he had a attitude like no other man, he was also rich. Rose's dream was to marry a hardworking man, not someone like Gaston. Whenever Gaston was around, it mean't trouble. Until one day, when Rose walked into the middle of the Village."So, Rose..." Said Gaston, smoothing his hair. "How are you?". "Hphm! I'm just fine Gaston, not that it matters to you!". Gaston gave Rose a nasty look. " I won't be sassed by you Rose!" Said Gaston. Those words hung in the air until a shopkeeper nearby yelled out " LEAVE HER ALONE!". Gaston's face turn in that direction " What did you say?!". "You heard me, LEAVE. HER. ALONE." In a flash in turned into a brawl, the shopkeeper held up a bottle and smashed in over Gaston's head, in return Gaston swung his fists wildly at the shopkeeper. Just when it seemed the shopkeeper was about to lose, he swung his legs and tripped Gaston, knocking him out! While bystanders dragged Gaston away, the shopkeeper came up to Rose. " Are you alright madam?" He asked. "Yes, but how about you? You were the one fighting." She replied. " May i ask for your name?" The shopkeeper said. " Why, of course. My name is Rose, Rose Allen.". With that their future was in place. |
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Quilbro
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| Joined: 08 Mar 2013 |
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| 03 Apr 2013 01:19 PM |
| Modification to the rules: People who have written for the previous Harbinger, not the previous two, cannot win the grand. People who have written for the 5th edition now can win. |
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| 03 Apr 2013 05:44 PM |
| Rumors spread of a Demon rising out of the dark caves of the Snowy Mountains. These rumors are starting to grow believable each day that passes by Every sign of the beast is almost Legit and there is enough proof to start an investigation on the Beast but other officials say this is only a hoax made up by village elders to scare the children at night but early in the night a loud thunder-like sound loud enough to bring down a house the Farmer went to investigate this sound and found nothing but blood of the Live stock and a Large footprint the size of a Collossi Is the beast of the Dark true or is this Just a Cruel hoax? |
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| 03 Apr 2013 07:09 PM |
| A long time ago, there was a man...lets just call this man, "Charles", he was a mean and dirty man, but was always treated like trash, why do you ask? Well he was always treated mean also by villagers and people. He then said on one peculiar day in rage, "Why ye' do this to me? I have never done anything dirty to ye'!" and ran off in anger. Charles was now in a forest, with nothing to eat, and was dissappointed. He had only wished that he was able to find a way to get respect. He then, went on a journey to the Province of Yallia, which was indeed, far from where he was. He took only 1 friend with him, a man named "Selveyn", he only one true friend. On his journey, he knew that the King wouldn't just give him any respect, if Charles wanted respect, he knew what he had to do. He went to the largest mountain in Thismonia, onto where he will find, a object, unlike anyother, the Xelgax Mask, a beast of to which was defeated long ago, and its head, carved into a powerful mask. He went there for 2 years, and finally made it to the top of the mountain, onto where he saw the whole region of Skazia, and was amazed by it. He went into a dark cave where he found the Mask, but infront of it was a tall man...who seems to have pale skin, a rusty armor, with a broken sword...he said, "Who are ye' and why do you come?" Charles replied, "I come for the respect of people in Skazia!" The man replied sadly, "Is respect what you really need?" And he thought..."Yes, yes I do!", and pushed the old man aside, and grabbed the mask, and put it on, then everything went black. He was then in the dungeon of the Province of Yallia, sentenced to death. He then said, "Why am I in this rusty old dungeon?", he was then replied, from a man who looked like he was from the cave, "You are in here because you have been rude an selfish..." Charles was then realizing what he had done, and was then hanged on that despiteful day... |
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MrVincent
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| Joined: 10 Apr 2009 |
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| 05 Apr 2013 12:07 AM |
" Damn it Jack! " Edward exclaims. " Get outta there! " " I cant, mate! " Jack then exclaims. " There's no time to lose, Edward! " a medic says, constantly trying to pull Edward to the wagon. " No! I am not going without Jack! " Edward shouts, charging into the crowd of the risen, slowly fending the hordes off Jack.
It was a cloudy day. The Shogun Clan was raiding the Thunder Clan, hoping to seek vengeance as their assasin had recently murdered their co-king, but had failed to assasinate the actual king, therefor being hanged on the spot. Lieutenant Jack, the leader and friend of the co-king... " Charge my minions. Charge! " he says, as bundling groups of army men charge into the gates of Thunder Castle. Captain Moe, leader of Thunder Clan, then shouts, " Close the gates! Fend off the Shogun! Get the archers ready, bows have been set! " He then mutters under his breath, " I knew this day would come... " An soldier of the Thunder Clan suddenly rushes up to the captain, then shouting, " They've got bombs, sir, " he says. " What do we do? " " We fight back, were not cowards, Edward. " Moe then slowly takes out his sword, and walks out of the gate, calmly.
" Ah, I see... It's captain Moe. " Lieutenant Jack says. " You failed... So now, we clash. " " Alright, my brother. Lets finish it. " Moe then exclaims. From out of nowhere, a crowd of risen dead, seemingly over a hundred, surrounds all soldiers. " Jack... Lets see how truly strong we are. " Moe then exlcaims, shouting out more words, " Men. Do not fight no more, fight of this hideous RISEN! " The two armies then fend off all of the zombies, except most of the zombies round up on captain Moe. " Go away! Hideous! " he says, for that is his last word, as the risen slowly decapitate his body. Edward then sees Jack, then being surrounded by zombies. " Damn it Jack! " Edward exclaims. " Get outta there! " " I cant, mate! " Jack then exclaims. " There's no time to lose, Edward! " a medic says, constantly trying to pull Edward to the wagon. " No! I am not going without Jack! " Edward shouts, charging into the crowd of the risen, slowly fending the hordes off Jack.
THE END...? From your regular nobleman, MrVincent |
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rex2402
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| 05 Apr 2013 04:44 AM |
..This is a story of a distant traveller called Duke Rex of Bosnia.He lived happily in his homeland Bosnia and served the king.He was a respected member of his kingdom. But suddenly that all changed.A massive plague has hit his homeland.Everyone in the kingdom got infected.Rex made a decision of his life,and that decision was to leave his homeland before seeing everyone die and getting infected.So he collected everything he had and left his homeland. He travelled many miles with his horse,visited unknown kingdoms but he didn't like any of them.While he was on his journey he came across a sea.He paid a man all of his money to get a boat.So he got his horse on the boat and started sailing.No one knows how far he has travelled.Everyone forgot that he even existed.He didn't want to think about his past,he just carried on forward.And then after so much time sailing he saw a land.The land he saw was Skazia.He rushed to the land and when he came on it and saw people of the Thismonian Kingdom. They greeted him and he felt like home.He felt like he finnaly found his second home.He met the king.Duke Rex of Bosnia had to leave his name and just be called Rex.Rex decided that he will start from beggining and form a new life in The Thismonian Kingdom. Today you can see Rex living happily in the kingdom and writing stories about his past. :D |
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Bl0dhgarm
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| 05 Apr 2013 08:57 PM |
The Stone Sword
Deep underground, in a dark, near unused tunnel through an icy mountain, lies the tomb of Berrigan Cassius. Berrigan was a prosperous young blacksmith, forging many a sword. He was mentored by a master blacksmith by most people's terms, but was far below Berrigan's skill level. The man lied, and took credit for some of Berrigan's greatest works. In a day somewhere near 90 years ago, Berrigan forged a mighty sword, one which turned the wielder into an expert swordsman. Berrigan's master saw this as a masterpiece, and ordered Berrigan to make another in his name. Berrigan agreed, and his mentor told Berrigan he was going to use the blade in a duel. Berrigan forged yet another one of the swords, although this time, he encased it in a thin layer of stone. Afraid that Berrigan was trying to sabotage him, his mentor painstakingly chipped every piece of stone away, without telling Berrigan. As the day of the duel came, and the mentor was wielding the sword, Berrigan saw the shine of the blade and grinned happily. Berrigan's mentor, now in the arena with his opponent, was walking casually to his opponent, waiting for the sword to do it's magic. His opponent lunged at him with alarming speed, and Berrigan's mentor, overconfident in the magic of the blade, held steadfast, not moving an inch. His opponent's sword bit into his side, causing a flare of pain. He tried to launch a counter swing, but his opponent saw that coming, swinging a powerful overhead slash, cutting the mentor's sword clean in half. He stared in disbelief at his sword, then glared at Berrigan, just as his opponent's sword lobbed his head off. had the mentor not been completely paranoid, and left the sword as it was with it's stone casing, the sword would have worked fine. The mentor's henchmen apprehended Berrigan, and organized a public execution of him. Berrigan's family raised enough money for a tomb, and place the broken sword in it with him, which had strangely regrown it's stone casing. |
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| 05 Apr 2013 08:59 PM |
| Once upon a time, I was too lazy to read the makeup of this thread and the stories thereof - the end. |
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