Amos had never left Zhong Xian. Most of the battles he fought was in the territory of Zhong Xian, and he was proud that he was able to protect it. However, he was unfamiliar with the idea of leaving his home. He thought it was where he was needed most. He knew he had to do this, though. It was an order from Xian itself, a draconic avatar almost never seen by the inhabitants of Zhong Xian. This had to be a special mission. He approached the dock, his bag in hand, and looked back at his proud empire one last time. He may not return. He hesitated, frozen before the ship that would take him to the tournament. "It'll be fine, son. We will return, one way or the other." He remembered his father was with him, and with a push of will he stepped onto the most prided ship in Xian, Shensu.
The trip was long, the ship's deck very quiet, save the captain's shouted commands. Amos spent his time inside the praying room, where he was praying to his ancestors through Ancestral Commune. He looked one more at the mask and sword, made from Xian's bones during the War of the Abyss. He understood that the reason for this tournament was to get it's territory so they could compete with the Northern and Western Kingdoms that were encroaching upon their space. Amos stood up and went to the mess hall. He served himself a scoop of rice, and retreated to his room.
...
Amos was jolted back awake. He looked around, then out the window. A massive expanse of city, filled with colorful banners and booming with noise went out until the horizon. He grabbed his things, and rushed out to the deck. It was even louder out here, and Amos could see that other contenders were pouring into the gate. A dapper-looking wolf. A king, highborn-looking. A female oni*. A... small fox? Amos smiled. He remembered what his father had said when they used to hunt. "You see that animal over there? That is a fox. A small creature, granted, not known for it's ferocity in open battle. Despite their size, they are known for their quickness and cunning when chasing down prey. You must always think ahead of one if you are hunting it." Then he aimed his bow, level to it's heart, but a few paces forward from it. He barked a word, and fired a heartbeat later. Amos ordered four deckhands to pack up the mask and sword carefully, and to follow him. After a minute of waiting, he walked out into the Kingdom of Riyin. He breathed in it's air, and approached the gate.
...
He went to a confused-looking guard. "Sir, are you alright? You look...Kunhuo**.... Apologies, my Common is still rough." "I've heard... weirder.... Anyways, you seem like you are also in the tournament. Do you have your invitation?" "Yes, sir. Here it is." Amos handed him a slip of parchment. "Great. I hope you aren't lying to me, because I can't read this. Do you have a sponsor? Is one of these guy them? Because you can only have one, sir." The guard said. "No, these men are my servants. They are carrying a Rongqi****." "Then who is your sponsor?" He asked. "He is here in... spirit." "Look, kid. I'm not allowed to allow any one in here without a sponsor. So if you could just turn around and leave, that'd be great." He was firm. And Amos was angry. "Zhaohuan jingshen!***" Amos shouted. He traced a pattern in the air. An astral body appeared, which seemed to scare the daylights out of the guard. "Hello, guard," He took an elegant bow. "I am Aois Tai, his father. I fought in the War of the Abyss and am now an astral projection, mentor, and sponsor." "Yes. Okay, you may pass. Have a nice day," he squeaked.
* - An Oni is a Japanese demon. Zhong Xian's culture is a mix of Chinese and Japanese, one of them my actual race. ** - Kunhuo means confused in Chinese (Simplified) *** - Also Chinese (Simplified), Zhaohuan jingshen! means Summon Spirit! ****- Rongqi means vessel in Chinese (Simplified)
LordTachanka123, Here's a tip: when your text is going off the card, find the place where it is and hit enter. Of course, don't do this with one word. Like this:
After Janti entered the gates, Jazmyn told him she was going to scout out the city. Janti knew what that meant. Janti decided to go and attempt to befriend one of his rivals. After all, if he lost he still wanted some power. He decided to approach the human with the turban, when he was stopped by a street vendor. "You sir, look like ya in needs of a hat!" Janti knew that the man probably had mistook his size for his smarts. He decide to teach the man a lesson. "Yes good sir, I would love a hat."He replied smoothly. "Ah!Good, how bout 10 penny for this black cap?" Janti knew that that was ridiculously overpriced.He could probably buy 2 cows for that amount. "Wonderful!I don't have your currency on me, but I do have mine!"Janti answered, and handed the man a ha'pent. Janti took the hat, and continued to walk towards the human. And Janti felt ten times better, knowing that a ha'pent is only a quarter of a penny.
Amos decided to look around the city. Well, Aois had counseled him to, and so he did. He had ordered his servants to set up his sacred objects in his room and stay there to guard them. He decided to look around the kingdom. After all, if he was to take this territory, he should get used to his surroundings. "Don't think like that, Amos," His father said. "the battle has already begun. This time is to examine the ones who we will triumph over. Make no true bonds. This is a scouting mission." "Yes, indeed, father." He wandered around a market. "Here sir! Here! Look at these fine hats! silk, leather, heck, even steel! The best in town! What say you?" Amos approached the man. "Apologies for the misinformation sir. Though I am not looking for... steel embedded hats, I am looking for..." Amos wondered who to talk with first. Ah ha! The small fox! Amos knew he was just as cunning as that fox, and he thought they'd make quite a nice team ("But not an actual team." Aois said). "a small fox. He carries a sword." The merchant, though displeased that he would not buy his hats, gestured down the alley. "Gratitude, sir."
Amos jogged down the path, ignoring the frantic merchants with overpriced trinkets. He walked down the alley more, and soon he was leaning against a wall, taking a break. "That man could be more specific where that little animal went." Amos cursed under his breath, and then he heard a squeaky noise coming from his right. "You, thug, DARE put up a fight with Janti the Cunning!? Janti the Quick!? Janti the... uh, Cunning!? PREPARE TO HAVE YOUR BUTT KICKED!" "Oh, there he is."
LordTachanka123 A few tips when making cards, just for formatting in the future. You can press enter at the beginning of the first line and push the lines of text down until it's centered. And like @The-DM said, press enter on the word before the one that goes off the side and it will push it down to the next line. These are some simple things that make a difference. Keep making good cards!
I now feel obsolete with my cards... I mean, they are somewhat basic, they have nothing extraordinaire about them, and the plot is...plain? Yeah. Bland. Wish I had more time and inspiration so that I can make a good story like the others are doing. Sorry for being a party pooper, I really had to get this off my chest.
DONT FEEL BAD!!! WE ARE ALL AWESOME!!! YOUR CARDS ARE JUST AS GOOD AS ANY OF OURS!!!!!! In fact, I actually prefer every other person competitor to mine. Flavorfully, he's my bestie. Mechanically though... That's a WHOLE 'nother story.
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He hesitated, frozen before the ship that would take him to the tournament.
"It'll be fine, son. We will return, one way or the other." He remembered his father was with him, and with a push of will he stepped onto the most prided ship in Xian, Shensu.
The trip was long, the ship's deck very quiet, save the captain's shouted commands. Amos spent his time inside the praying room, where he was praying to his ancestors through Ancestral Commune. He looked one more at the mask and sword, made from Xian's bones during the War of the Abyss. He understood that the reason for this tournament was to get it's territory so they could compete with the Northern and Western Kingdoms that were encroaching upon their space. Amos stood up and went to the mess hall. He served himself a scoop of rice, and retreated to his room.
Amos was jolted back awake. He looked around, then out the window. A massive expanse of city, filled with colorful banners and booming with noise went out until the horizon. He grabbed his things, and rushed out to the deck. It was even louder out here, and Amos could see that other contenders were pouring into the gate. A dapper-looking wolf. A king, highborn-looking. A female oni*. A... small fox?
Amos smiled. He remembered what his father had said when they used to hunt. "You see that animal over there? That is a fox. A small creature, granted, not known for it's ferocity in open battle. Despite their size, they are known for their quickness and cunning when chasing down prey. You must always think ahead of one if you are hunting it." Then he aimed his bow, level to it's heart, but a few paces forward from it. He barked a word, and fired a heartbeat later. Amos ordered four deckhands to pack up the mask and sword carefully, and to follow him. After a minute of waiting, he walked out into the Kingdom of Riyin. He breathed in it's air, and approached the gate.
...
He went to a confused-looking guard.
"Sir, are you alright? You look...Kunhuo**.... Apologies, my Common is still rough."
"I've heard... weirder.... Anyways, you seem like you are also in the tournament. Do you have your invitation?"
"Yes, sir. Here it is." Amos handed him a slip of parchment.
"Great. I hope you aren't lying to me, because I can't read this. Do you have a sponsor? Is one of these guy them? Because you can only have one, sir." The guard said.
"No, these men are my servants. They are carrying a Rongqi****."
"Then who is your sponsor?" He asked.
"He is here in... spirit."
"Look, kid. I'm not allowed to allow any one in here without a sponsor. So if you could just turn around and leave, that'd be great." He was firm. And Amos was angry.
"Zhaohuan jingshen!***" Amos shouted. He traced a pattern in the air. An astral body appeared, which seemed to scare the daylights out of the guard.
"Hello, guard," He took an elegant bow. "I am Aois Tai, his father. I fought in the War of the Abyss and am now an astral projection, mentor, and sponsor."
"Yes. Okay, you may pass. Have a nice day," he squeaked.
* - An Oni is a Japanese demon. Zhong Xian's culture is a mix of Chinese and Japanese, one of them my actual race.
** - Kunhuo means confused in Chinese (Simplified)
*** - Also Chinese (Simplified), Zhaohuan jingshen! means Summon Spirit!
****- Rongqi means vessel in Chinese (Simplified)
"A... small fox?"
When ____ enters the battlefield, you
may pay...
That's what I do, anyway.
Janti knew what that meant.
Janti decided to go and attempt to befriend one of his rivals.
After all, if he lost he still wanted some power.
He decided to approach the human with the turban, when he was stopped by a street vendor.
"You sir, look like ya in needs of a hat!"
Janti knew that the man probably had mistook his size for his smarts.
He decide to teach the man a lesson.
"Yes good sir, I would love a hat."He replied smoothly.
"Ah!Good, how bout 10 penny for this black cap?"
Janti knew that that was ridiculously overpriced.He could probably buy 2 cows for that amount.
"Wonderful!I don't have your currency on me, but I do have mine!"Janti answered, and handed the man a ha'pent.
Janti took the hat, and continued to walk towards the human.
And Janti felt ten times better, knowing that a ha'pent is only a quarter of a penny.
"Don't think like that, Amos," His father said. "the battle has already begun. This time is to examine the ones who we will triumph over. Make no true bonds. This is a scouting mission."
"Yes, indeed, father." He wandered around a market. "Here sir! Here! Look at these fine hats! silk, leather, heck, even steel! The best in town! What say you?" Amos approached the man.
"Apologies for the misinformation sir. Though I am not looking for... steel embedded hats, I am looking for..." Amos wondered who to talk with first. Ah ha! The small fox! Amos knew he was just as cunning as that fox, and he thought they'd make quite a nice team ("But not an actual team." Aois said). "a small fox. He carries a sword." The merchant, though displeased that he would not buy his hats, gestured down the alley. "Gratitude, sir."
"That man could be more specific where that little animal went." Amos cursed under his breath, and then he heard a squeaky noise coming from his right.
"You, thug, DARE put up a fight with Janti the Cunning!? Janti the Quick!? Janti the... uh, Cunning!? PREPARE TO HAVE YOUR BUTT KICKED!"
"Oh, there he is."
Wish I had more time and inspiration so that I can make a good story like the others are doing. Sorry for being a party pooper, I really had to get this off my chest.
WE ARE ALL AWESOME!!!
YOUR CARDS ARE JUST AS GOOD AS ANY OF OURS!!!!!!
In fact, I actually prefer every other person competitor to mine. Flavorfully, he's my bestie.
Mechanically though...
That's a WHOLE 'nother story.