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Welcome to Nicky's Imaginary Worlds, a blog that follows all my alternate personalities on their quests to do... stuff.

Friday, 29 October 2010

Pya's Journal.

I was right. (shocking isnt it..)

Guess who turned up at the 5th contest and decided he was brave enough to join in now.. Bran.

He did quite well actually considering he hasnt been in any other contests! We spent a day recovering from the drinking contest and had a chat with a few of the other contestants. The Uroxi is a moron so he was immediately eliminated from suspicions of 'bad guy' activity but I still had my doubts about Jaast. Anyone that turns up in black when everyone else is in colours and tries to annoy everyone without going so far as to get killed is obviously playing to the 'baddie' sterotypes and must therefore be the antagonist of the story.... if.. of course.. it was a story and now my real life.

Anyway, we got ready for the wall of death, all we had to do was walk along a wall while blunt arrows were fired at us, there were a possoble maximum of 15 shots. Jaast came staggering over like he was drunk and Sticklebrix was busy rubbing rhino fat into himself. Promidious and Runner fell off quite early on having taken a few painful looking arrows to the abdomen and.. erm... lower. Vathmar and Fyren weren't long after and Haaldis shortly after that. The rest including myself and Bran continued for a while, Myrhhyn fell then I lost my footing and fell leaving Callain, Bran, Jaast and Sticklebrix. Unfortunately Callain then fell, followed by Bran then finally Sticklebrix leaving Jaast having won that contest.

Next was the pain test... now this one hurt. Lots.. and yes, i know thats what the name suggests but still! IT REALLY HURT!!

We all had to hold at arms length two metal pots of boiling water for as long as possible. I started off really well, it seemed like I couldnt lose, but one by one people dropped out, splashing boiling water everywhere and cradling their raw hands. Soon it started to become too much to bear. When it got down to me Promidious and Jaast it was too much for me to cope with any more and I gave up. Shortly followed by Jaast then a relieved Promidious.

So again, although Jaast hadn't won, he had gotten himself more points on the leaderboard and was in 1st place.
Jaast - 12 points
Sticklebrix - 10 points
Me - 9 points.

So we went on to the final round. The ladies choice. Basically everyone has to do something, sing, dance, tell a story.. whatever, and only the ladies give a score.

There were some brilliant stories, from Myrrhyn (who won that contest) Runner and Calain and some slightly unpleasant acts like a striptease from Bran, lewd jokes from Jaast and innappropriate stories from Sticklebrix.

At the end of the contest the points were as follows.

1st Place : Jaast with 15 points.

2nd Place: Myself and Runner with 13 poitns

3rd Place: Sticlebrix, Myrhhyn and Calain. with 12 points.

A few people left, Myrrhyn for example, he recieved his prize for winning that contest and gave the Shadow cat he won to Haaldis then left.

We went to the bar to find Sticklbrix in a very bad mood. Not because he hadn't won but because he had apparently been sensing Chaos the whole contest but couldnt pinpoint it, and when his main suspect had left and the sense hadn't gone he had begun to get angry.

After a long and drawn out chat we went to check he hadn't picked up something himself and not realised.

Turns out that Jaast had given him a ball of tails which was extremely chaotic, Runner had seen Jaast with it earlier in the week but hadnt realised it was chaotic, so we all went out to find Jaast.

He was pretending to be Calain so he could get in with Melisant... so of course we killed him swiftly becuase it turns out he was an ogre! He was the one killing people while the contest was on. He was a Cacodaemon follower and.. as I'd said all along.. he was a baddie!!!

So we managed to get it cnfirmed that he was taken out of the contest via disqualification meaning he hadn't officially won, he'd been cheating etc, and he was chaotic.

His winnings were then split between those who stopped him, our party and sticklebrix. I was given the name of champion of Garhound, Bran was given a sword and we were all given 3 one use spells each. Two of the ones I recieved were extremely useful for me! I recieved True sword and Great Parry!

So now we're ready to head back to Pavis for some festival Runner wants to go to.

I'm sure it wont be boring...


Saturday, 23 October 2010

Journal of Pya

Well... I'm feeling a little worse for wear... But that won't be explained till the end.. for now we have to go back to the start.

A few days ago we arrived in this new city in sun county, they're having a competition for the hand of a lady there and because of this prophecy we think we have something to do with her so here we are, competing in a competition.

The first night was fine! Free BBQ ribs which were gorgeous, a warm bed, some chatting and trying to find out about the other competitors.

We had to be up just before dawn for the yelmalio worshippers, and also to keep up their cheeky deal to increase trade in the city during the tournament. Noone is allowed to sleep in the streets or on roofs... you are allowed to go out of the city but the gates close a dusk and dont open until after dawn... by then the games have started so if you want to see them you have to sleep inside the city.. or just dont sleep.

Anyway, we got up before dawn and headed to the arena to introduce outselves to the crowd and start the first competition. Bran was there but decided not to enter the competitions. (Worried I'd beat him and couldn't stand the embaressment when I do I suspect. Then again I have a sneaky feeling he might grab a sneaky peek of my journal and try and prove me wrong by taking part in the next event. If he does.. I told you so!)

There were the rest of the party competing and a few others too, a couple of Yelmalio, one who fancies himself a lot, a couple of Orlanthi, an Uroxi and an Argan Arga worshipper (who between you and me is a little odd... likes to wind people up and can be very overfriendly.)

Anyway the first competition was the riding competition. Luckily for me riding is one thing I am very good at.

Running however.. is not.

We had to run to the horses, get on, ride for a while, cross a river, ride to a tree pick the fruit and take it back. I set off.. stumbled my way to the horse, got an OK one then I was in my element! Although Fyren was in the lead after the run I quiclly caught up, we all hit the tree around the same time and I picked a fruit that was in reach while on my horse and set off back.

So I won a beautifl and very fast horse after that event, second was Myrrhyn (and orlanthi) and Promidious (a Yelmalio).

The next event was the Joust, Although I am very good on a horse.. I'm nopt so good at using a Lance so I was a bit worried about this event but it wasn't as bad as I though. I beat a yelmalio in the first round (stuck up git) and was beaten in the second round by Myrrhyn, but I didnt mind that as he was gratious and immediately checked I was ok when he knocked me off my horse. Plus he went on to come second so thats fine! Sticklebrix the Uroxi won.. by pure brute strength I think and some how Runner came third.

I never again want to see what happened in his first round happen again thought. He was against Fyren and before anyone even set off Runner was mumbling and doing.. something.. It ended up through a series of unfortunate happenings, Runner got his leg caught under his now demoralised horse, who was quite content to allow runner to stayon his back.. as long as the horse was laying down, then Fyrens horse went bonkers started trotting like it was walkingon coals then started humping Runners horse with runner still on it! Runner then swallowed Fyrens Lance whole and Fyren promptly fell off the back of his now eagerly humping steed.

Anyway.. that wasn't the last of the things I never want to see again! When we get to the wrestling competition and the Argan Arga cultist is stark naked it kinda puts you off competing. Anyway as luck would have it I didnt have to fight him and his greased up body. I fought Fyren and he ran at me like an excited puppy, and knocked me clean off my feet. So that was my turn over!

It ended with Jaast the Argan Arga cultist winning, Sticklebrix second and I believe it was Fyren third, so at least I was beated by someone in the top 3 huh!

Last but not least we got to the drinking round. Well... what can I say about that one..

Its the reason I feel like I should be being killed by Humakti rather than being hunakti myself... I think this is how the undead would feel.. if they weren't so wretched, damned and pitiful.

It was some weak beer that hits you like a ten tonne Bison... if a Bison walked at the pace of a slug. Fine.. until you realise your insides are spilling out.

Fyren didn't last very long, and Jaast didnt even enter, Runner seemed to turn a vivid shade of green but kept trying to compose himself... right up until he passed out and vomit dribbled from his eyes, ears and nose... It eventually whittled down to me, Haaldis and Sticklebrix. I bowed out before I could disgrace myself by chucking up my guts, and bounced my way back down the hallway to my bed... which I assume I reached at some point but Haaldis and Sicklebrix continued, and eventually Sticklebrix gave in to the clearly superiour female might of Haaldis!

So... here I am.. Just before dawn with a cracking headache getting ready to face the wall of death. And I must admit, the title doesnt fill me with confidence.

As it stands, in joint first place is Runner, Sticklebrix and myself.

Heres to the rest of the competition... I think I need more BBQ Ribs...


Dear Ranier

Dear Ranier,

I've had an interesting weekend this weekend! I travelled up to Sintel as I usually do for the hiring, and decided to go after some missing people, it seems that a coupel of the adventurers on the party knew them so I thought it would be nice for me to go. Plus it made more sense than me going to kill some undead...

Anyway, so I thought I'd ask about a bit to find out what is going on, I knew people were going missing but hadn't a clue what the link between them was! They were between 16-25 but thats not really a reason, they were'nt all girls or all boys...

I was speaking to Cuckoo and Leo and apparently all the people who have gone missing have been fostered, little meg mouldheel (Horace's missis) Clem, Sasha, Martha, Glaywar, William, all of them!

It turns out right.. that they are all werewolves!! Apparently there is some sort of war going on with the werewolves in Ithron, Ones that think they should all be Longstorian, some think they should all be Krygonite, some believe they are the master race and others just want them to all be free and have their own free will (that one sound the best to me.

There are even werewolf families heading uip the sides in the way, The Von Bloods are all about the werewolf supremicy, master race and all that, Astor is for Krygan and some bloke called Tyren who apparently was behind it or perhaps it was his brother, he'd been collecting all the people who were fostered and had werewolf in them, and made them change, they all looked so scared, lost and angy. When we left we took them with us, back to Cnut where apparently there are some people (who i think were also werewolves) that can help them. Tim was looking after little meg, I felt so bad for him, it must have been a shock to find out your new wife is a werewolf, but he seemed to be handling it well.

We managed to kill Tyrens brother (i think) but he did something to cuckoo and leo that made them forget who they really are and shift their forms forcibly. They seemed so animalistic, not anything like I've seen cuckoo before.. it was the first time I'd met leo but he seemed lovely until then.

I don't believe it was the real them, I think he'd done something to them to make them so angry that they couldnt listen to reason. Leo tried to kill me but I'm ok now, and he seemed very upset that he'd tried to hurt me, and he apologised. I said it was ok. It really wasnt his fault. I dont think he bit me at least so thats good.. but i suppose that will be tested shortly, the moon is almost full! (if thats what happens.. I dont know much about werewolf lore to be honest.)

Oh.. and I saw Gerald for the first time. He's a dick. He but Atlas Ryan up and sent him all over the place, smarmy git. Although he was very polite to me.. but I dont suppose that would count for much to the religious people who are dead set on ending his existance.

I also had a prediction made for me.. I picked a card out of a pack and it was like a ball of fire.. he said there would be something good happening to me, somehting special.

Suppose we'll have to wait and see what thats about huh!

Anyway. I'll be home soon and I'll bring some of the halfling pies from the escaped Clepton halflings(not halflings in them.. made by halflings.)

Remember to take Bastard for a walk every night, and he likes his meat well done!

Love you, see you soon.

C x

Thursday, 14 October 2010

Diary of Collwen, the year 491

Ok... So I spent the winter at home, looking after my fifedom and trying to make babies. Unsucessfully but thats not the point...

We were invited to some meeting in Lincoln so off we set to spend a little time with King Uther and Earl Roderic and perhaps discuss some Saxon smashing. Sounds good doesnt it!! Well... as we're walking in, I was looking round and thinking, these are some well armoured servants!

Turns out it was a load of knights, not servants and looking round the blacksmiths weren't forging swords like you'd expect, but Lance heads!!

Mounted cavelry it is then!! So we go for this meeting and have a bit of a chat about how we see ourselves, where we'd stand in battle and our roles and all of us.. not knowing a great deal about battles decide the best place to stand is supporting the front line.. just behind them on the second rank along with our Earl and in front of the King.

After our chats we set off North to fight some Saxons. Ont he way Gwaer and Cadlieu managed to get themselves in a bit of a scrap with some boys from Gloucester. Our cart wheel had come loose and as people were fixing it they decided the best idea they ever had was to start a duel with them.Luckily noone was killed (and technically our side won) everyone was a bit battered and bruised as we set off to face the Saxons. And let me tell you.. they aren't as impressed by fashy swords as the Earls of Cornwall are!! It took a good few charges before their front line shield wall broke and we could get into melee. We were fighting for hours, getting hurt, and exhausted, untill we realised that the Saxons had begun to lose... one of our flanks had closed around their sides and they began to flee.

Now at this point I was a little light headed from the loss of blood and tiredness but I saw this great huge chunk of a man, a giant almost, standing there watching his army flee and just staying there all fine and everything! Leo strode forward to take him on and the big bloke just lifted his axe and let it swing round casually and the next thing you know Leo is lying in front of the giant... and his head is rolling off to the side!! It was horrible!! But the giant was eventually taken down, and a general was ready to fight...

This bloke came from nowhere and started to fight, it was very impressive! a blur of swords and armour as the figure countered every attack from the general. When he finally fell a cheer began, the knight removed his helmet and it turns out it was the kings son, Madoc! Now I thoguht it was quite impressive but judging on the looks of other members of my parties faces they don't like him much so I didnt join in with the frivolity too much. Sometimes its just not worth the hassle to annoy people you have to travel with!

When we got back to Lincoln we had a nice feast and met a few people, and met the Duke of Cornwall's wife. Now I'd heard she was pretty but she was STUNNING!! She sang a song about everyone in the battle and I saw quite a few men in the room go goo-goo eyed.. Including the King. Thats not a good thing.

A few months down the line we're still recovering from the battle and the Duke of Cornwall hasn't gone home. Even though he's been fully healed for a while.

Turns out right... that the King seems to have a soft spot for the Dukes wife and might have upset the Duke a fair bit by refusing to let him leave Lincoln! When the Duke came to talk to us and see what we thought of it all I was a bit shocked really.. I understand that he might not be too happy but its the KING!! You do what the king says!!

I left the table at the point, I didnt want to hear his conspiring against the king, but the boys stayed. And I dont think they liked what they heard.

The duke excused himself and straight away Gwaire went up to the king, insisted he listen to him and told him that the Duke was planning to leave against the Kings wishes. This wasnt something the King wanted to hear and he got very angry.

We went to go and try to stop the Duke before it was too late, but when we got near his quarters his guards were there.. ready to die to support their duke. Loyalty into death... very humbling.

I looked outside and it had started to snow... well when i say stared to snow, it was a huge blizzard! I could barely see a horse length out of the window.. I wondered how the duke would ever be able to escape in that weather.. let alone have anyone chase him and bring him back.

Anyway, we killed the guards... not that we really wanted to, and I found that way back in the sands of time the Dukes wife was related to the Fae.

That would explain the almost 'magical' snowstorm in the middle of November.

So after an eventful year I went to see how my fifedom was going.

It wasn't. The cropps were bad, the markets hadn't done well, the new warehouses were almost empty. That'll teach me to spend too long away from home..

Oh... still no babies yet unfortunately. Maybe next year I'll have a child to carry on Lycus' name.

Untill Next year,


Friday, 8 October 2010

I Almost Forgot!!!

Werewolf the Apocalypse World

Ok.. so Shi... Shi is definitely an oddball. Born of two were wolves, which is against the werewolf code of conduct known as the Litany, she is flawed in some way. Being born from two werewolves is known as Metis and all metis either have a physical... or mental irregularity.

Shi's irregularity isn't immediately obvious, with her dull grey hair which shines like silver when its clean, her one ice blue and one emerald green eye, and the fact that she carries everything with her when she can.. including the kitchen sink if she finds one she likes that doesnt take too much effort to remove, she looks odd.

But she is only 24 and when you look past the strangeness and dress her up a bit she's a right stunner.

So it must be her mind thats... irregular.

And oh my.. is it ever irregular!

Her scottish accent is an acccident, it will change according to those she has around her, but noone knows where she actually came from and if asked she won't know either.

Her first and only love so far was her old geography teacher because he looked at her once... unlike everyone else who avoids her like the plague. Her interests change too frequently to keep up with and she rarely makes sense. Unfortunately this means when she works something out and says it she is rarely taken seriously.. even if she's right.

She can.. and will cook anything and has a natural ability to make people unaware of her. She will fight the evils in this world, caused by the Wyrm (the baddie of this world) with the help of her Geek friend and her Welsh friend, both of whom are very understanding of her altered mentals states, and will always allow her to fortify her sleeping areas and accept that she has a fear of beds.

The only thing worse than the wyrm, is the monster that lives under the bed.

Friday, 1 October 2010

Diary of Collwen.

Ok, so I got married at the end of last year and spent the entire winter away from my love... on the plus side I did get to do up my fifedom a little over the winter!

Anyway.. we got invited to this lovely city called Cirenceister. There I quickly realised, there would be a war council.
I got to spend the evening with Lycus after some questioning from the high ups about what we think we should be doing this year.

Unfortunately we still haven't had our first child but we'll keep trying!

Oh.. I went to this meal with a few of the people I've been travelling with and it was the best meal I've ever had EVER!! Swan, wine, oysters, the lot! I was enjoying it till the tone got all sombre and everyone started looking guilty.. from what I can tell, while I was protecting our homeland and marrying Lycus everyone else went to France and seemingly abandned some people there to be slaughtered, anyway I've promised I'll go there to help out reclaiming the lost areas when they next go.

Oh yeah.. so...I've been travellling (mostly) with this strange group of people, one who can't pronounce his Bs without stammering, and he has a crown shaped 'birthmark' on his face.. he says it shows his nobility.. i think it shows him to be a bit ugly really, but he's pretty well known. Another bloke who I haven't really got a clue what he does or who he is, but he has a good market in his town so I'll make the most of that, another who has an unhealthy obsession with killing Saxons  (his word of the year seems to have been bastards.. how very uncouth)

The lady I travel with is better.. she's pleasant, well known, liked and can sing which is a bonus in a tavern at night!

Anyway... we were in this Cirenceister place and had these questions about what we should do. Eventually the descision was to try and unite the lords of Britain, starting with the Cornish. So off we trotted to go see the bloke in charge of the Cornish.. I had my first taste of battle.. not that it came to anything, we're all lined up and ready to go when all of a sudden Uther gets out this proper shiney sword! Merlin spoke to the opposition and Uther gave them the land to the south to protect from invaders and suddenly everyone was friends!

So! Off we went to do some general cleaning up along Saxon borders and found these villagers all strung up and used for target practice and the people taken. We followed the tracks and went after the people who'd caused the problem, found about 20 ish saxons and started laying into them, the 'birthmark bloke' went straight for the guy in charge and had a proper good scrap with him, and I went to go save the captured people, after a few good fights and a couple of flesh wounds I managed to free them and when everyone else finished killing the Saxons they were fighting we sent them off home.. turned out some of them were nobility!

Anyway, when we got back to the tavern the lady I travel with decided to recount the tale of the whole thing through the medium of song, which was nice.. so now I have 'The ley of the Mercy of Collwen' going round my head and people humming it in the streets.. which I must admit is quite nice, but also embarressing!

So theres is the year 489 in a nutshell! No kids, but apparently everyone else in the family is having them so it must be my turn soon.. I got some better barns and warehouses to help store food for my fifedom and everyone seems to be starting to remember my name now.. Maybe soon I'll be able to sit closer to the high ups when they speak.. its difficult being less well known. you have to develop better hearing it you want to know whats going on...

Till next year!

Colly x