Inkling of Magic

Inkling of Magic~

“Halt” the thunderous voice of the Haec’ guard boomed through the ice stricken cavern. The small glow of wavering light surrounded the large icicles hanging dangerously from the ceiling. “You are of fey blood! Thou shall not pass into the human realm” A large sword dropped down towards Tale’s scrawny neck.

The bright shining light of the blades hilt struck against the top ceiling of the ice cavern. Tale lowered his head closing his withered eyes in annoyance.
‘Enter!’ The sharp voice of his Queen boomed through his head. The buzzing sound of magic circulating his skull made Tale open his blood shot eyes.
“Turn back before I am forced to break your neck!” The Haec’ guard screwed up his nose in distaste as he stared at Tale.

“Move” Tale said in a gravely tone.
“In the name of Lady Abhorsen I am forced to strike you down!” The Haec’ guard raised his sword his muscles tensing in his large forearms.
“Fool,” Tale spat “How dare you speak of a demon in front of The Snow Queen’s follower…you will pay for your undoing!” Tale raised his scrawny arm. His long black finger nails splayed apart as magic began to form on his finger tips.

A blood curdling scream broke into the ice cavern echoing off the ice walls. Tale smirked as the Haec’ guard dropped to the ground, dust picking up around his fallen body. The guards skin began to reel with magic pulsing though his thick veins across the top of his bald head.
Tale looked up towards the human portal leading into the human world.
“Tonight the Snow Queen take’s back what is hers!”

Plot:

Camp Gatsby, a place set out in a fringe of picturesque mountains. Where all kinds of wild life rise at the yellow ember sun mounting into the clear blue sky filled with white fluffy clouds that which white doves skim through the soft caressing air.

A group of vibrant teenagers arrive at the camp for the summer holiday on what they think will be yet another boring wild life camp; sleeping in outdated huts and eating stale food…If only that was so.

A portal has opened letting the creatures of Alphia, a land of fantasy and magic, out into the human world. Creatures of great feats and power roam across the mountain side terrorising anything in their paths. Golem’s with rock hard bodies, fairies with dastardly magic, Nymphs with goals to drag people under water… If only it were but a camp with stale food.

The creatures have only one goal; to destroy Earth and take over it for their dying snow queen, who's magical power is beginning to seep away.

Though, the only thing standing in their way are a group of washed out teenagers who want nothing more but to run away and hide.

The group of teenagers must enter Alphia and face the Snow Queens army, with nothing but witts and the clothes on their backs. Though Alphia won't be that easy, assassin lurk around every corner and technology is a thing of the past.


Map of Alphia



Rules:

~No God Modding
~No BAD Swearing
~No killing off others characters.
~No Vivid Romance Scenes

Character Module:

Spoiler

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Physical Appearance~
Clothing~
History:
Likes/Dislikes:
Strengths/Weeknesses:
Other:
Up for Love:

There will be a DT up if anyone is interested or this Story Book does go somewhere. There is no character limit so you can make up to three if you would like. Though I would just like it if you added frequently.

~ Have Fun!

I'd like to reserve a spot if anyone else becomes interested.

Name:
Primrose "Prim" Swint

Age:
16

Gender:
Female

Appearance:

Physical Appearance~

~Brown eyes instead of purple~

Clothing~
A pair of "Snoopy" Converse shoes, red pair of skinnies and a normal white t-shirt with a long peice of ribbon around her neck.

History:
Prim may look frail and helpless though she is really tough. Her mother and father would always try to make her look pretty and girlish though Prim would never allow that, joining all the guys at her school in the most roughest games.
Her sister, the prettiest girl she had ever seen died of cancer when she was fourteen leaving her parents very protective over her ever since.

Likes/Dislikes: Prim loves adventure and reading though she can't stand not knowing something or being second best.

Strengths/Weeknesses: Prim is very fast enabling her to get through things at a record pace, though she is not that strong and can easily be knocked down.

Up for Love: Yes

Can I please join!
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Name: Tyson Roan

Age:17

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Physical Appearance~


Clothing~ Tight pair of skinny black jeans with a plain white shirt.

History: Tyson was born into a very abusive family always being hit and teased by the children at his school for being different...

Likes/Dislikes: Loves anything sweet, has a dire sweet tooth. Hates his father.

Strengths/Weeknesses: He hasn't got a high self asteem andfoten blames himself for his problems though he can take care of himself using only his bare hands and the things around him.

Other: He has some knowledge in defending himself because of his abusive past.

Up for Love: Yes

I'll post a profile later, so save me a spot!

May I join? If I can, I'll be back in day or so with a profile.

Sure you can!

Okay. Then my profile will be up in a day or so, as I said in my last post.

Edit: My profile.

Name: Casilda 'Casi' Hunter.

Age: 17

Gender: Female.

Appearance:
Physical Appearance

Spoiler

~(Green eyes instead of brown.)

Clothing~ Black jeans,knee high, high heeled boots, dark red shirt and a black leather jacket. Wears a cross, a pentagram and an ankh on a chain around her neck.

History: With her parents dead and no other relatives willing to take her in, she was sent to the camp for the summer in the hopes of somehow fitting in.

Likes/Dislikes: Likes dark colours, cats and people who don't get in her way. Dislikes bright colours and daylight-She always wears sunglass during the day because of this dislike.

Strengths/Weeknesses: Knows how to defend herself after being in trouble at school for most of her life. Can't handle authoritive figures but will try to co-operate if given no other choice.

Other: Wants to know who killed her parents and why they had to die. She's rebel, which is why she always got into trouble.

Up for Love: Yes.

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Name:
Christopher Fisher
Age:
16
Gender:
Male
Appearance:

Physical Appearance~

Clothing~
Loose shirt with a loose pair of expensive pants. He usually wears a cap on his head and cross around his neck.
History:
** I'll add this later
Likes/Dislikes: Loves animals and being active though hates when he has to stand still.
Strengths/Weeknesses: Chris is very creative and can think of a plan in a matter of minutes though he does not think about what he is doing often causing harm to those around him.
Up for Love:
Yes, he's the very clingy type!

So when is this going to start?

I would like a few more poeple to join but seeming since they are not, we can! I'll place a DT up giving information on the races and such.

There is a DT now! I don't know how to link it so you'll have to go to subforums! Hehe Sorry...

It has all the races and other information that are necessary on it, so yeah check it out!

Primrose~

Trees fringed the gravel road leading up into the top of the misty mountains. A curtain of fog hung down on the road breaking as the thick tyres of the bus burst through them.

The sound of cicada’s whistling noisily outside the thin planed window lulled me into a tired state. Shrubs raced past as the truck took a dangerous turn jolting me out of my relaxed daze.

I heard a few voices gasp grabbing on to anything hard to stable themselves.
“Look,” An excited voice yelled through the petrified group “Camp Gatsby!” I turned to see a blonde hair boy with a chunk cross around his neck pointing out towards the front of the bus.

Turning in my seat I stared out the window to see a large flag pole growing in the distance. A dark green flag flapped in the violent winds, small cabins surrounded the flag pole, tufts of purple flowers growing in the large meadow of long green grass.

I gasped in delight at the scene. ‘Mum was right this place is beautiful!’ I thought my heart racing to get off of the cramped bus.
The bus came to a stop just outside the front of the largest cabin, flowers decorated the earthen beds pluming around the gravel walkway. The bus door creaked open, grating noisily against the metal floor.

“First stop Camp Gatsby!” The lady bus driver droned into the telecom in the front of the bus.

Tyson:

Tyson lifted his head from his back pack to see the flourish of pine trees in the window. Yawning loudly he watched a girl stumble out of the bus door almost tripping down the stairs.

“Are you getting off?” The bus lady asked in a nasally voice. What ever beauty that had been in her features had wilted away from her across the long years. Tyson nodded grabbing at his back pack lazily.

Walking off the bus he could feel the hard stare of the bus lady as the doors closed behind him. The sound of cicada’s died away as a stout man hurried over to the small group standing on the thick green grass.

Small seeds pulled away on Tyson’s jeans as he neared the group.
“Welcome, welcome” The stout man called jollily clasping his round hands together, the sun wrinkled on his face made deep well in the side of his clean shaven mouth.
“Camp Gatsby has been waiting for you young livers!” He laughed boisterously grabbing at his round belly.

A few people from the group began to laugh nervously though stopped when the man threw them a look of annoyance.
“I bet you are all rearing to look around the camp” he grinned “In fact I think I should just skip the whole introduction and leave you to it, but than I wouldn’t be doing my job! Camp Gatsby, a place where people of all agers can relax with nature and enjoy the scenery Gatsby has to offer. I have set up a whole range of activities for you young people so that your stay here is worth while. Canoeing, abseiling, bush walking, cattle herding, navigating and plenty more…all I ask is that you stay away from the very thick of the forest.”

Tyson’s posture straightened immediately, “There has been some coyotes running around those parts and well…they’re hungrier then a blind hippo, so for your own safety the thick is out of bounds”

Chris-

“Coyotes!” A girl’s wavering voice echoed in my ears behind me. I laughed placing my hands on my hips, “I ain’t scared of no coyote!” I shouted all attention turning on to me.

The stout man’s eyes grew fearfully, “These aren’t you typical coyotes they are more dangerous than ever. For your own safety I advise none of you to go up there!”
I pouted my lips looking away from the man, “But for a lighter topic my name is Darren and I am your guide for this wonderful period of time we have together!”

Darren looked down at his watch shaking his red cheeked head, “how about you young en’s go and get yourselves set. Meet me at the dinner hall for a more thorough salutation”.

I looked up at the cabins my heart racing with excitement. “I call top bunk!” I screamed running off towards the largest cabin in the camp. Curtains covered the small windows, mould growing at the corner.

Bounding up the stairs I opened the door excitedly to see bunk beds in the middle of the wooden panel floor. A timber desk was tacked to the side a furnace right near it. Dropping my bag I rushed towards the bunk beds throwing myself on to the top.

“Wow, I never thought the rooms were going to go that fast!” I looked up to see Darren standing in the door way. A brown haired girl and black haired boy stood awkwardly behind him. “One of you is going to have to sleep on the floor” Darren laughed pushing the two in the doorway.