corgi213, The Dramatist
My story writing focus is mainly on horror,adventure, and now apparently fantasy.
According to some, my profile description is a horrid mess! :)
"And if you want to write some very strange porn involving Steve, go ahead, I'm not gonna judge ... you weirdo." - Mayana
"God dammit, Corgi." - Steve
"The only problem with Corgi's story was the lack of branching for the most part.
Didn't mind it in general" -EndMaster
"You idiot, you moron, you complete imbecile"- Mizal
The Warlock, Redinor, has stolen the Sword of Light, the legendary blade that is given to the Phoenix Rider. The next Phoenix Rider, Aric Lightson, must retrieve it if he is to recieve his birthright and marry the princess of the Elvish Empire of Arcria Locroium, Aercaena.
I don't care if you listen to the comments and decide to allow them to influence your opinion on this storygame, I'm just trying to get this whole series done so that I can move on with my life and not worry about all the stupid little comments that everyone gives everything. Just... if you're willing to give this thing a shot, finish it.
The Demon Necromancer, Adwar, has retrieved the Sword of Shadows from the tower of Redinor. The world of Anaria cries out in anguish. Will Aric Lightson return to stop him, or will the Demons be allowed to complete their quest in letting the Darkness of the Void into the world?
This is more of a follow up story to "Anaria" rather than a game. Please do not be angry with me, I'm just trying to end this horrible chapter that I decided to waste my life on.
The land of Orcin, a place where all are free to live as they wish as long as they follow the laws of the council. Years of relative peace had ensued, making sure the orcs would live as strong and as free as they had always been.
The Mannate Empire, destined to consume everything on the horizon, sets its sights on the homeland of the orcs. Annexing one kingdom, one empire after the next, finally looks to orcin for resources, troops, and land to settle, as they prepare their dreaded march.
Nolazir, a simple orc, who lives off the land as he works his farm, unknowingly would be drawn into events to come. He would come to shape the world around him, and the future of Orcin.
Fight for honor, love, peace, and prosperity. Lead with a cruel fist, or a warm heart. Challenges and tribulations lay ahead for all.
Will you save your homeland and return it from the brink? Will you let the darkness within and without consume you? What becomes of you and the world, is up to you.
The next edition will come out in a few months, filled with more varied events between time jumps including, politics, monsters, and more! Also will be adding the rest of the real story and the side branches in as well.
Where to begin exactly? I'll start off with thanking Mizal, who helped me with some proof reading and structure at the start, and helping me figure out how to use variables. Also for always being willing to help with my writing, grammar, and developing characters all these years, and generally being a wonderful presence on this site :)
I would like to thank MoreCowbell for consistently proofreading and giving me feedback on my story throughout this long process. I appreciate all of your spell checking, helping keep the flow and pace, and general positivity and motivation during this whole project.
I would like to thank 3iguy for taking an interest in my story and beta reading it for me. As well as Ebon for his detailed and insightful responses to some of my threads early on.
I'd also like to thank Ogre, IAP for encouraging me and keeping me motivated during the hardest parts of the process (mostly the end point).
Also would like to thank EndMaster for letting me rip off his organization scheme for storygames.
I really couldn't have done this without you guys, and I owe a great part of finally finishing this to all of you and to CYS as a general whole.
I hope you all enjoy!
One guy on a quest...for magic crytals! Unfortunately this is the land of Cystia...and things almost never happen as expected.
What starts as a normal day turns into a mad quest for revenge, live the life of a dude turned into an evil....killer pie!
Will you find redemption? Or will you truly be evil? No one cares!
Twin Flames flicker and writhe, dancing around each other as they cast their glorious rays. One pale and the other dark, in a dance that has gone on for eternity.
Deep in the city of Kalamak, the Necromancer Nemus stands, surrounded by a host of undead guards as he torments the once proud people of the city. The city patrolled by the beasts and minions of the vampire lord, Yorn. Underneath the city lies an evil of unimaginable horror, this evil rests where no mortal shall ever live.
In the darkest of flames, a hope sparks, a pale flame may bring a new day to the people of Kalamak.
Enter the city, find the Order of Hunters, stop Nemus. You alone can do this, do not fail as others have, stop the mad man before it is too late.
My entry for Mizal's Lone Hero Contest.
Vader must face the hell that is the space DMV.
In the wild, beastly lands of Velis Brum, many are prey to the whims and cruelty of men and monster alike.
A small village resides in the caves Manchor Vanit, it is here you have been born. Taught to remain close to the caves all of your life, you never caught a glimpse of what was beyond the mountains, and when you did it was often cruel and unsettling.
Your mostly quiet existence would end when Baglich would come to take your homeland, with their scum and barbarian fiends.
Gather family, allies, old foes, and create an empire suitable to standing up to this terror of the land.
A dispute, a broken promise. The envy of one will break a kingdom.
The half man, half dragon sorcerer Tarragon threatens your king, your home, your very way of life.
How far will you go to make sure justice is brought to this foul madman?
Chose between to very different characters to embark on this epic quest, slay the dragon, save the princess, and restore honor to your kingdom.
Evil Grannies Galore!
Come, rest your weary feet.
Sit by the campfire, warm those hands. You must be tired.
Oh, you like stories do you?
Hmm, here's a story for you. One that goes way back, to a time when the night ruled, and the howling of beasts would make any man tremble. Relax, it's going to be a long one.
An orc named Tumble, young, wild, and free.
Life is great in a village nestled in between the mountains, the birth place of the great Orc race. But for the past century a series of brutal crusades have left them divided and broken.
The Mannate Empire threatens to swallow them whole, just as it has done with everyone else in its path. But then one day an even bigger threat to the land rises out of the fires of fate, undeterred by the ravages of time.
They call him Scourge. His forces threaten the very land, and all of life as it stands now.
Will Tumble play the role fate has dealt him and stop the evil Scourge?
Or will he abandon the world before him and find his own way?
An exercise in seeing how fast I can crank one of these out.
Recent PostsCorona Tag! on 3/29/2020 5:16:52 PM
Corona Tag! on 3/29/2020 5:15:34 PM
In the land out West, yes, very far from here child. In the Land of the Setting Sun, where dusk sits eternal. Magic, old and esoteric smolders in the waning death throes of past flames. It's already gone, in essence. Some have already forgotten, and others still cling the what vestiges of ancient times remain.
It's an old and tired place, a shattered mirror of what once was, full of slumbering gods and restless wonders. One would be keen to stay far away really. Why go looking in places you do not belong when everything you need is here? Velis is a land fertile in opportunity, magic, and life. We're not tainted with the same corruption.
The journey to the place is treacherous enough in itself, you've heared the stories of the dangers haven't you? Take a moment to ponder the land in its peak! Some argue, the gods of that land had more control then, but I'm not so sure.
Ah, child, but you do enjoy the stories. You are a strange one indeed, most would not care to trouble their minds with such things. Well, where could I possibly begin? The Twin Flames? The Slain Prince? Yorlen, the Shield of Fendora? Veria, Mother of the Motherless? Poor and weary Valerus, the last standing knight?
You have heard the tales of the ancient dragons yes? Ah, of course you have!
But what of the Heir of the Storm, Ocirus? Some say he was born in the West, but some say, and this is my line of thinking, that he hailed from the far north, the city in the sky, Procellia. Don't look so confused child, all will be explained soon.
Procellia is known for being the of the most ancient of places in Velis, the fisrt true bastion of humanity. Yes, well before Saint Urias, who went on to found the Mannate Empire. Yes, Procellia was the first great civilization of humans. They were masters of the storm, carriers of lightning. The first great magics humans would ever come to know, personally gifted by the gods.
They will say it was the gift of fire bestowed upon Urias, and yes this was the case. But well after Procellia came into being, beforethen humans in this area lived as wildmen, barbarians. Barely surviving, constantly competing with the orcs, who were stronger, faster, the elves, who knew magics far greater than they could comprehend. Goblin, Rattar, Lizardfolk, the land was overrun.
Anyways, I've gotten quite of topic, haven't I?
Ocirus was born, heir to the ruler of the storms. Yet, there was another, far more feriocious. The king of Proceliia was a master of storm and lightning, but alone was no match for the ancient dragons. So, he sent is son, Ocirus far West to learn, to find ancient power. It took many years, and by then Procellia had all but fallen, humanity and the kingdom at large had forgotten about poor Orcirus and his quest.
So, it appeared as if he came out of nowhere, from the Land of the Setting Sun. When in actuality he was just returning home, he was in anguish when he saw the sorry state of the land, his home.
From there he vowed to slay all dragons, he took his mighty armor, made by a blacksmith of unimaginable power, and his sword. He taught the Proceillians the long forgotten power of storm. With a great lightning bolt did he fell the first dragon, the resulting battles were brutal. But bit by bit Ocirus and his dragonslayers restored Procellia to its rightful state.
In time, the tables had finished their turn. Ocirus, worshipped as a god by his people, would soon break the will of the dragons. The few survivors would scatter, but not before leaving something else behind. Something far more important than any set of armor, sword or spear, or magics.
Ah, waiting for me to tell you what it is? Patience child, I'm getting there.
The dragons fled, scattered across the realm, leaving behind a batch of dragon eggs. As the Mannate Empire rose, so too did the dragonriders of Procellia. Their final victory at hand, finally subjugating their long lost foes. The might of which caused the Empire to turn a blind eye to, as not only was the city in the sky far from their influence. But when dragon and man fought united, it was a terrible sight to be seen. The Empire, saw the dragons enslaved, and wanted to avoid a similar fate...or worse.
However, Ocirus, in his unnaturally long life and wisdom, had a different way of looking at it. Strange for one who warred for so long with the flying ones, did not view them as slaves, old foes. These new dragons, he considered friends. Saddling them not, caging them not. With bonds built, the dragons were free to live in the lands around the kingdom.
Most would think dragons brutish, dumb creatures. But how could they be free to live in the open, and not burn villages and eat people to sustain themselves? While it's not mentioned in the stories or ancient tomes, I have only to assume the dragons had enough...intelligence? Awareness? Whatever have you, to listen and abide by strict rules of the Storm King Ocirus, or face the terrible consequences.
Yet even ones as powerful as Ocirus, would have to pass, and fade into legend. The dragonriders survived for many years, but the dragons, their power waning. With the passing of Ocirus, old fears crept into the people of Procellia. And the dragons were no longer trusted as friends as they were with the old king. They were soon locked, caged, until needed.
No dragon could live a life of such subjugation. Eventually their spirits wilted, the flames died low. The dragonriders of Procellia were no more, as they had no dragons to fly with. For a long time the dragons were thought extinguished, until the rise of Arhkail, the last dragon rider. However, in the decades following, he was soon slain alongside his dragon.
The dragons were truly no more, taking with them the memories of storm and far away places.
Online Kidnappers on 3/27/2020 7:28:20 PM
CYS Western on 3/26/2020 10:24:00 AM
Lmao fucking great
Was trying to pull this bullshit when EndMaster was online
(EndMaster was Onliiiiiine)
Ban IIIIrrroooon, Ban IIIIrrroooon
Oh, he tried to pull this bullshit when EndMaster was online
(EndMaster was Onliiiiiine)
Best part lmao
~ on 3/23/2020 5:08:04 PM
I'll have to catch up on the previous posts, but damn this one was good.
Tiresian Blues on 3/14/2020 8:56:20 PM
Hunter's Bounty- First Blitz Project on 3/14/2020 8:44:11 PM
That will be a fun one to write
Hopefully fun to read too
Hunter's Bounty- First Blitz Project on 3/14/2020 2:10:53 PM
In between working on my larger stories I am thinking of doing a couple of fast writing projects. So there is this one plus the DMV one and probably one other I need to mull around in my brain more. Anyways, hearing a couple other people talk about star wars fanfic got me thinking of writing my own.
Here is the first page, let me know if you have thoughts, suggestions, or want to criticize the shit out of this :D
Sand swirls around you, harsh wind clashing against your armor, its like a shell to you. The cloak hanging from your shoulder whips, and under foot the sand pads your steps.
A fear stricken alien creature crawls, a nasty burn on his leg with smoke rising. The long rifle in your hands is most accurate. He throws his hands up pleading.
"Please, please don't kill me!" he props himself up with his elbow, "I can pay-"
"I'm going to take you in, very much alive," the alien's face is visibly relieved, "you're worth twice as much that way."
As your hand grips the shackles on your hip-
Red flashes fly right by you, burning and sizzling the quarry's chest and his death cry fills the air. You turn blaster ready.
Another Mandolorian stands, silver armor gleaming in the sunlight, a pistol in hand. A tiny column of smoke still rises from a small charred spot on her breast plate.
"Baretta, what the hell?" you say.
"Sorry Cylo, this sorry piece of shit ruined my armor!" Her hand brushes the cyan lining of her helmet visor.
"He was a piece of shit, but we could have gotten enough to fix that and still have some left over."
"It'll be fine, we can use this money to fix my armor. Then when we inevitably catch the next one, you can buy that new gun I liked."
You shake your head.
"Alright but you're lugging the sorry carcass out of here."
With the dead space criminal in tow, you get back to the ship. While Baretta goes through the grim process of storing the bounty, you decide to clean up.
After a long hunt, its important to do so. You remove your helmet, feeling naked with out it. The dim gray coated so as to ward off the glint of sunlight, stands well with the dark orange lining the t-shaped visor. A couple scratches line the old thing.
You set about taking off and maintaining all of your equipment...and there is a lot of it. The ship takes off, and you are left to whittle the hours away.
Eventually, you feel a pair of hands on your shoulders. Baretta leans in, putting her lips as close to your ears as possible, just faintly brushing your ear.
"Are you done with that shit yet!" she yells as loud as possible.
You jerk your head back, and she leans down planting a big kiss on you, which soon turns into your usual post hunt routine....
A couple of days later, you've finally reached your destination. Several bounties accrued, either dead or alive, and you turn them all in between two government organizations as well one less than legitimate...seeker of justice.
Equipment is fixed, supplies are bought, credits are set aside.
Baretta drums her fingers on the dashboard of the space ship.
"Let's see if our friend has found any more work for us."
Within moments a list of new bounties shows up on a screen near you. Baretta sifts past the crappy looking jobs, setting aside several promising looking ones with a swipe of the fingers.
The first is for a particularly gross looking creature, by the name of Sneklag. By the picture, it appears to be some kind of snake like being, with strange mandibles spanning all around its gaping mouth. Rows of eyes down each side of its head.
"Known for manufacturing and distributing illegal drugs, as well as other crimes," Baretta reads, "known to run with a large gang. Seems their last known location was on a moon above Ornus."
"The jungle moon?"
"What else is there?"
"Kaero Gri, known human trafficker, known to work on Casian, in the city district." Baretta taps her helmet, "apparently works with a network of kidnappers, dangerous group."
"True scum," you say leaning forward and squinting at the monitor, "seems a lot of people want his head."
You scroll to the next, a familiar view popping up.
"Ranus." You shake your head. A rogue Mandolorian, he already had an unruly reputation, but several years ago he betrayed one of the last clans of your kind. They were brutally taken out by a band of jedi, who Ranus falsely led them to believe they had carried out several terrorist attacks. No one found out the truth until it was too late, but Ranus had already made off with his prize.
Now he is known to take bounty and hit contracts for criminal organizations, as well as running around with his pirate crew of fake Mandolorians. A bunch of common scum with whatever scraps of armor they could recover from real Mandolorians. There is a hefty price on his head, although you are sure that you or any other of your kind would gladly take him out for free.
"Scum of the universe," Baretta all but spits in her helmet.
The next is not a bounty, but a different type of job. A weapons dealer seems to be looking for some bodyguards to help him during a weapons trade. Two gangs with a bit of a bitter history, but its paying extremely well for what appears to be a simple job.
Another interesting one appears. Similar to the last, the potential client is putting together a crew, but for a much different purpose. They are putting together a crew to explore a derelict station floating in space, the details are vague, but with the promise of a lot of money and more details to be finalized, it doesn't seem like a bad prospect.
"We're not babysitters or treasure hunters," Baretta's fingers come within an inch of deleting the post before you stop her.
"Jobs a job, lets take our time looking at these."
"I prefer our regular line of work."
"I know you do," you say as you gesture to the pistols on her hips.
Before you can select a job, a private message pops up. Well encrypted, very secretive. You open it to find one of your usual clients, one that usually requires more discretion than the usual hunt. The details are vague, but he has contacted you personally.
"A very special mission," Baretta reads off the monitor, "looks like he wants to discuss this in person."
"Not the first time," you say, "we can expect something requiring some finesse, think you'll be able to handle that?"
She raps her fist on your chest.
"Hey, I can be subtle."
You lean back in your chair, pondering all of the different choices. You have the whole universe in front of you and plenty of options.
Covid20 - continuing thingy on 3/11/2020 11:12:18 AM
Covid20 - continuing thingy on 3/11/2020 1:09:25 AM
When did all these good citizens infiltrate CYS