Memoirs of Adventure Creative Writing Contest (NA) - Discussion/Practice Thread

[Repulse97]

Reflections: Titan

With Earthen Fury
Titan, a Primal of olde
In half, the Earth splits

This haiku embodies the very nature of that calamitous beast.

His Earthen Fury is unmatched by any other.

His Voice of the Land will blow away the strongest of heroes.

His Tumult shall break any party.

His Stonecrusher will render tanks defenseless.

And his landslides...oh, the landslides...

Responsible for the darkest of my nightmares and yet in those nightmares do I find bliss. Defeat after defeat. It leaves me only yearning for more! Crack, collapse, crumble the ground beneath me that I might fall into the abyss. I will keep returning, for one day I shall reign victorious over you. And when I finally best you, I shall summon you again and again to reciprocate all that which you made me feel.

I hate you...
I love you...
Titan

(If I get selected: Gaelicap :3c)

[SpaghettiHairball]

practice done!

[Moonlitglare]

Does the 3000 character limit take into account spaces, page-breaks, and indentations?

[Emizel]

The "Warrior of Light", so they called me. It was a title rather exhausted, a title I had worn for far too long in expectance of ease and comfort, as I had experienced with that of my previous enemies. However, at this moment, such a title was meaningless. I fought not in the name of Eorzea, nor the Scions, mayhap not even myself, but in my desperate pursuit for veracity. For once in my journey, I had realized the meaninglessness of my own being. This was not a conflict that concerned myself nor my idiosyncratic blessings, for such blessings were powerless in their faith before the might of the pitch-black dragon standing before.

For the first time in my journey, I felt wanted rather than needed, and felt shared comradery in place of feeling as though I were always being ordered around. Even with the blessings of Hydaelyn once restored to me, the Final Steps of Faith called not for the hopes of the crystal mother, but the aspirations of generations of a thousand years. I stared on ahead, yet what stood before me was not just an encompassment of ever-lasting hatred and vengeance, but also a figure filled with a pain that could not be let go of, an understanding too harsh to come to terms with, along with the changed and twisted ideals of the one who I've been able to come to call an ally through my journeys across what felt like heaven.

The hole of emptiness one is left with following traitorous deception, I knew too well. Never could I understand the skewed desires of my kind to bury the truth in more misery. Never could I understand the black dragon's unwavering longing to kill, for his brother had given onto our regrettable kind his vulnerability once more, and to me, the utmost of his strength. For the maiden of ice who's heart was the warmest of all, the dragoon who had learned to empathize with his worst enemy, and the white dragon who had undergone the worst pain; to let go, fear was absent from mine body and soul. The thousand-year Dragonsong war would end with me.

Yet, I could not take credit for that victory alone. "Warrior of Light" they called me, yet I stood as a black mage, ready to rain the lasts of bitter destruction that this war would ever need. Who stood beside me was my fond and most trusted ally, a Dark Knight who's ambitions were identical to mine. As a mage of black and a knight of darkness, our titles as Hydealyn's children were hollow. Light had already shed upon the truths of what lead us to this path. All-consuming dusk and destruction that held the misery and agony of countless generations of both humans and dragons was the only reciprocation that could be deemed deserved retribution. With two personifications of darkness standing side by side like a burning eclipse, Nidhogg would not live to see another millennium.
If I win, I would like the bluebird earrings.

[Sigodek]

test subject

[Sebbie]

Edit: Giving this a shot and submitting.

[Aleyden]

Dying in terror from my own reservations.

[OsakaBomb]

To Luna,

It's difficult for me to imagine that it's only been a year since our paths first crossed. Somehow it feels like it's been much longer. The Rising had come once again to Eorzea, celebrating the anniversary of this world and all of its wonders, as the fireworks lit up the sky.

You were new to this world yourself. A brand new player, setting foot into Eorzea for the first time, a whole world of experiences to be had still laid out far before you. I don't encounter new players as often as I would've imagined, but I do enjoy the chance to speak with them. I love seeing if they need any help, or simply see how they're enjoying the game so far.

It felt refreshing to go back to the basics alongside someone new. As we grow and get stronger, I think we often forget how it felt to struggle in those first few adventures as we established our footing in the world. We forget, too, how it feels to see Eorzea with fresh eyes. We're used to the coastlines of La Noscea, the forests of the Black Shroud, and the deserts of Thanalan.

Very quickly, I felt we were becoming friends. Someone I'd love to share adventures in this world with. Which is why when you had told me you were changing servers, I felt my heart sink. I understood, of course. You had other friends you wished to adventure with, and it wasn't my place to stop you. So we went our separate ways, encouraging each other to become stronger.

A year has passed now, and like ourselves, Eorzea has gone through changes. Being able to visit other worlds now, we're able to spend time together again, sharing our adventures. As we sat beneath the fireworks once again, I can't help but see how much stronger you've become. Such is the life of adventurers. You meet friends, people to share your path with, but soon the paths diverge and you travel alone, only to one day meet again when your paths meet once more. I hope our paths stay together for years to come.

Your friend,
A'tehri.

(Okay. I feel pretty good about this. I'm hoping it doesn't feel too long. I felt like it need some preface since...really the memorable moment was a more emotional one for me.)

[ToberBlue]

I'm just practicing...

I was logging when the call came. I can’t say logging was my favorite pastime, but I was determined to get good enough at woodworking to make some gil selling furniture. That was a long way off, so I was gathering rosewood logs in from the large trees near the Hawthorne Hut to help raise my skill level. I tried to enjoy the work, the feeling of physical labor, the smell of the forest, the sound the axe made against the tree, but only the presence of my friend from my Free Company made the work bearable.

[GamerGirlNES]

Edit: Everything seems to be working so I'm submitting!