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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2017 8:38 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2017 8:46 pm
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Prompt: Has anyone in your herd ever experienced severe weather? How did they get through it? Did they think anyone was at fault for the change in weather?
When unnatural weather threatens Kawani Lands, what action will Soquili take to combat it, or to survive its grasp? There is undoubtedly a cause for the borderline monsoon that is currently wracking the Kawani Lands... but what is it? And how can they overcome it?
**Please note: If your prompt response meets the word count requirement for stats you can also link your post in the monthly stat thread and count it as RP for your pony.**
Note: Sorry, folks, this RP Raffle was opened too late for anyone's posts to qualify for June stats, but never fear! Posts that are sufficiently long can be used for July!
Prizes
This poor mus was washed right out of their house! Oh dear!
To enter: please post a current pre-existing RP (since April 2017) that is themed weather of any kind! Even just a mention of good or bad weather would be sufficient to count. Each entrant will get at least one ticket -- non-staffers get two tickets by default. If you do not have a RP, please post a response to the above prompt. You may enter as many times as you wish, but each entry must be with a different character and with a separate RP. RPs must be at least five posts long to be counted. RP prompt responses may be as short as two sentences! We're not asking for a novel. Once again, you cannot use the same RP for multiple Soquili!
Note: This will count for your June familiar freebie.
[size=18][color=deeppink][b]When it rains it pours![/b][/color][/size]
[size=11][b]Username:[/b] Your name, of course. [b]Who are you entering with?[/b] Ideally a Soquili or familiar. If you have neither, please enter with a Kawani villager, etc. [b]Link to the RP you're using:[/b] [url=]Text[/url], please give a brief description. [b]Prompt response:[/b] If you do not have and do not wish to create a RP on this topic, please post a roleplay response here. [/size] When it rains it pours!
Username: Your name, of course. Who are you entering with? Ideally a Soquili or familiar. If you have neither, please enter with a Kawani villager, etc. Link to the RP you're using: Text, please give a brief description. Prompt response: If you do not have and do not wish to create a RP on this topic, please post a roleplay response here.
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2017 8:47 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2017 10:55 pm
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When it rains it pours!
Username: spelldancer. Who are you entering with? Imre Link to the RP you're using: N/A Prompt response: Well, there was this one time…Imre sighed up at the sky. He didn’t really want to remember the time as a child, when he was still at the mercy of the witch, yet when asked about disastrous weather, this was always the time he thought of. He hadn’t understood at the time that there was nothing that could have been done to cause it, or to mitigate it. But at the time he had been convinced that it was the magical doings of the witch, who had been called Mother back then.
It had been a nice wonderful and sunny day. Imre had gotten away from his family somehow and was romping around in a forest area, not looking where he was going. After tripping on something he knocked into an art piece of his mother’s, knocking it to the ground. In his attempts to find his footing, Imre ended up trampling the piece to, well, pieces. Horrified, Imre ran. he knew how touchy his mother was about her art work. How badly she would react. So he ran and tried to remove every scrap of evidence that it had been him. He even shrank himself down as tiny as he could go and soaked in the river. The freezing cold, not good for his wings, river. And it worked. He looked a frightening mess, but there was no evidence on him of his misadventure.
That only solved one problem though. She would still be irate when she found the trampled piece. And irate she was. She swore up and down the length of the forest that she would bring hell down on the one who had ruined her artwork. She raged for days creating new and terrifying pieces of art out of that rage. Imre shook every time that she looked at him. Then one day, she was just calm. Not angry, not anything but calm. It was like the eye of the storm though. For she had found something. A magical curse she said, that would allow her to curse the one that had destroyed her artwork even without her knowing who it was.
The curse required awful and terrible things that Imre felt better not thinking about. Then as the curse was completed, a thunderstorm began to form above them. The witch mother said it was clearly the retribution coming. And it felt it too. This was a storm of epic proportions, washing way many things, including more artwork, but she did not care. For it was retribution. Imre cowered in a cave as lightning struck at the trees outside. He was sure that it had been the spirits punishing him for hiding the truth. He begged them for forgiveness. Then as quickly as it had come the storm was gone. It was only years later that he realized there had been no curse. That what she had performed had no way of creating the thunderstorm and that circumstances and coincidence conspired together to tighten the poor foal.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2017 12:53 pm
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