Caer Sidi

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I recommend and encourage everyone to vote against this.

Vaudere wrote:

I don’t speak pig, surry >.<

*One of the sheep in the herd baas indignantly and pulls a switchblade from within their wool, several other sheep surround it baaing softly to get it to calm down.*

Sheepy Hollow wrote:

*One of the sheep in the herd baas indignantly and pulls a switchblade from within their wool, several other sheep surround it baaing softly to get it to calm down.*

Can we please not intimidate the wooloo??

*One of the sheep breaks off from the herd, as they are wont to do, and approaches the message board once more. It looks up at the previous sheet of paper and baas. The sheet of paper bursts into flames and as the flames die off a small bird rises from them and sweeps off into the air. The sheep blinks, and gives a confused bleat, before standing up on its hind legs and pulling a hammer and nails from within the volumes of its wool. A new sheet of paper appears and the sheep nails it to the board, not bothering to read it before heading back to the herd.

The paper reads:

"unOFFICIAL QUESTION OF THE WHENEVER:

Creation magic has become all the rage at court, and in particular using creation magic to bring new flora into existence is particularly fashionable. Shae the sorceress has creation multicolored roses, and Chauncy, the old court wizard, has created a lily which sings the sweetest of love songs when they are plucked. The possibilities are endless. Now is your turn to join in on the craze, and perhaps impress the queen while you're at it.

Will you design a variation on an existing flora, or create something wholly new? What will it look like? What will it do?"

The paper flutters in the breeze for a moment before another, smaller piece of paper appears below it. Written on it are a few simple words:

HAVE YOU ENDORSED YOUR WORLD ASSEMBLY DELEGATE YET? IF NOT WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR*

Aynia hears about the craze all the way to Castle Bastion and immediately starts to think of something to top Chauncy. Her eyes narrow as she thinks of the old court wizard. "That... that... blunderbuss is always trying to one up me. Well not this time! I'm going to think of something so wonderful that I even impress myself!"

Moving over to her writing desk she takes up a quill, dips it in some very black ink and begins to formulate a plan. Hours pass as she is hunched over the desk, lost in research and writing. Her handmaidens enter the room and leave, the dinner they brought forgotten on the side table. At last she sits up quickly and exclaims, "At last! I have thought of the greatest creation to outdo that rascally wizard!"

Standing up she goes to the middle of the study room. She cups her hands in front of her and a dazzling light begins to emanate from the space within. Dots of light begin to lift up and drift around the air over her hands and her face breaks out in a smile. A slender green stem begins to rise from the light, growing taller and taller until it is level with her admiring gaze. Small white flowers blossom along the stem, bell shaped and velvety. The beautiful dancing lights around the lily of the valley that just unfurled began to sink into the petals, infusing the edges with a golden light. Aynia took the stem in one hand and tapped a flower with her other index finger. The flower made a short and soft ring when it was bumped, and glittery light fell down from the petals. Each delicate flower she tapped made a different ring, letting out glittery specks of light as the sound faded.

"There." She smiled to herself as she walked over to the desk and put the magical flower in a glass vase with water she'd had one of her maids bring to her. "Let Chauncy top that, the old fool!"

I will create Flowers that look like Dragons in all shapes, forms and colors. When the are grown up they will fly to a spot they like, buzzing like Bumblebees and then regrow from there. Careful, they bite!

All the way at the outskirts of his lands, at his secluded tower Greyrock, better known by his servants as castle-on-the-cliffs, Aargash heard of the ”Flower hype" and about all the wonderful flowers everyone else had started to create - rumours were there that the old Chauncy and Bastion themselves were in a struggle to make the most wondrous flower and even stories about dragon-flowers were told.

Now he wouldn’t be him if he didn’t try something for himself; so, after brooding all day, he exclaimed: “ hah, I have it!” And that evening he went to the highest room in the central tower, and for the following night flashes of light were to be seen through the windows, but the thick, wooden door remained shut, making it a puzzle impossible to solve for his servants and anyone else to find out what their lord was making up there.

Aargash stood in the middle of the room, on a pattern engraved into the stone floor, with his arms spread wide, mumbling some odd, old, probably - no, certainly, magical words. And at last, after 20 failed ideas, before him a blueish light started to shine, it started to take shape, and it took the form of a grand, spiralling, blue flower, with leaves and stem also being that beautiful azure, with white reminding of sea foam running through them, even letting off bubbles sometimes, and with petals being a magnificent shade of blue, letting off the sound of the waves as the morning breeze reached them through the open window. But the most spring-in-the-eye factor was the centre of every flower, being made up of something most akin to a blue gem, in the shapes of water droplets, and in the light of the rising sun they looked like real water, and indeed, when he carefully touched one of them, a droplet fell off. He, being tired as he was, sighed deep in approval of the result. Perhaps not a flying dragon or singing flower, but still a work that echoed the spirit of the lands of its origin.

He smiled, and carefully put the plant into a white vase. Then, he walked down the large stairs, and showed his work to his servants. He gave order to plant a seedling at the base of the tower, to let it grow and spiral around the building. Furthermore, he ordered two to be sent to Castle Bastion as a gift to his liege Anya Moreaux herself and court wizard Chauncy “the old fool”. Chuckling by himself, he went to his rooms to finally sleep a bit.

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We're so back.