will add more!!!! GIT HYPE
Most Interesting Thread
Crowned in Clouds
Ive been stalking the HELL outta this thread. Juuls plots are always ace, and this one is no exception.
Theres a bizarre mix of characters here barbarians to enchanters to demons and a healthy dose of NPCs and yet they all play off each other nicely. Theres a lot of sass and silliness, but beneath the antics, the entire thread is underscored by an ominous, menacing mystery. Lots of Cormac McCarthy-esque grossness and foreshadowing, like COOKING FLESH ANYONE??? MMmmMmMMm!!!!!!
Im really, REALLY excited to see what Juul has in store who these damn clansmen are, whats the deal with airplane food, and whats gonna come of this confrontation. Getting HYPE for a fight scene.
Most Original Character
Skith is hella weird, and I love it.
Shes literally made from vomit (???!!!) and is Kists darker half. Kind of like a pukey id with legs. Not only does she have a delicious origin story, but her concept is really cool shes all the repressed badness and pain in someone that comes out whether they like it or not, and causes havoc where it goes. Itll be interesting to see if Skith will ever change, or if shell forever be Kists shadow. (Or if the two will ever be combined into a whole person??? dun DUNNNN)
Best Player Cooperation
Qayin & Shell
I JUST LOVE THIS THREAD OK. Its great. It starts off running: Shell beats the shit out of a slaver and Qayin discovers her handiwork, leading to an
unexpected partnership. From there, Qayin and Shell team up to destroy a human trafficking ring in OrlKabbar, and the result is a thread thats deliciously gory and satisfying, and moves at a breakneck pace. Their characters complement each other perfectly, both personality-wise and abilities-wise.
Qayin is cool and calculating while Shell acts on instinct and emotion; Shell is a tank that can cave peoples heads faster than you can say oh shit, and Qayin is (TERRIFYING????//) special attacker, bending peoples minds and flesh to his will. At first glance Id never imagine these characters working together-- after all, Shells an undead girl that had her agency stolen by a jerkass necromancer, and Qayin is a necromancer that
well... controls dead things. Seems like theyd have some compatibility issues, but Mizuchi defies that notion. My fav part about the thread (besides some serious ass-whoopin) are the quieter, sweet moments these characters share. I wont spoil anything, just read. c;
Anyway, these two pack a helluva punch, and if Mizuchi is anything to go by, theyre a power couple-murder-dream-team. I love it. And I want to see more. :VVVV
Best Use of Abilities
Ho boy. Boy boy boy Qayin, you scary fella. I love how DR doesnt beat around the bush or hold back with his abilities, but rather puts them proudly on display. Mind controlling someone to walk into a fire? Check. Controlling a sea of bodies? Check. Flaying people with their dead flesh? Been there, done that, whatever.
There are a bunch of examples, but these stuck with me because of their sheer WTF factor. Qayins horrifying talents are used to their fullest in these threads, without reservations, and its delicious. And scary. And hot?????? lol i mean what
(Holy Shit Rating: 4/5)
Ive noticed something, Yanni.
The silence that followed told him enough, his attention had been split further than he could control. He needed to press the attack, the mans mind was unguarded and left to Qayins devices. With all of his mental might, the mage reached out and crushed his soul, breaking down what few defences were left.
The environment within his mind was swiftly changing from one of cold confidence to one of fear. It was then that Qayin spoke, this time a command for the man rather than magic.
You use collars on the slaves, correct? In fact, I noticed some upon entering the room. Grab it.
Shaking and spasming as he fought against the force that willed him to move, Yanni ceased to fight. Instead he ignored the volley of blows from Juran, stomping over towards a pile of cloths nearby. Still fighting the control somewhat, he wrenched the collar from its position on the wall, holding there temporarily. Shell had stopped attacking, realizing something was happening on Qayins front.
Put it on, walk into the fire.
One by One wrote:
(Holy Shit Rating: 5/5 )
Fall prey to proper spellweaving! The disjointed corpses cracked, snapping and bending as he commanded them into shape. The creature he had conjured forth from their matter was not particularly bulky, but what it lacked in weight it made up for in height. He climbed onto it, positioning himself in the center and willed it forward, deeper into the masses. It was a sort of tower, a vertical armor that wrapped around him. The zombies that sensed his approach lurched towards him, but seemed unable to comprehend how to reach him. Instead of manically slashing at him, they simply seemed to follow him as he pressed onwards, gathering in larger groups. While some broke off to attack others, it was clear that they were drawn to the necromancer.
The Blind Forest wrote:
(Holy Shit Rating: Go To Church/5)
Fall. The branches snaked their way outwards, thin bark-fingers skewering inwards in a mirror image of the spines that had erupted from her. She was held in place through the multitude of twigs and twisting pieces that had impaled her, but that did not stop her struggling, shrieking at the thousands of wounds she had been inflicted with. He sensed some sort of magic seeping throughout her, and the face that had moments before been contorted in pain instead leveled itself at him with malice. Galena began ripping the wood out of her, forcing her way towards him with murderous intent.
Damn. Without hesitation, Qayin lifted his right arm, palm aimed directly at her. The pain from the wounds she had inflicted caused the limb to shudder, but he focused magic into his palm and launched a beam even darker than his mists. The energy hurt soaked through her flesh, and it blotched, darkening as it was killed. Soon, the entirety of her skin had fallen to it.
With a final movement, the necromancer shifted his focus and took hold of the now dead matter. It was his to control, and he breathed an unholy life into it. With a motion of his hand, the creature of her flesh stretched and shifted, slowly tearing itself from the dryad.
Izzy is always a sweet, bright presence on this site. I know I can always go to her if I need advice, recommendations or a listening ear, and so can everyone else! From the start when I joined Elly, shes always been friendly, enthusiastic and easy to talk to. She does a lot to make people feel welcome, both OOCly and ICly; shes incredibly easy to plot with, and Ive noticed how quick she is to start threads with new members or characters. Shes always willing to help with site-wide plots as well. Overall shes a solid presence on Elly, and a lovely person and friend. <3
Most Original Character
Ok, so first off, Id just like to bring attention to the fact that Qixetal is a clergy snake
thats awesome. And hilarious to me.
Ulyn took a look at the Compendium and made a character based on the most unusual traits (letter, gender, alignment, etc), which I think is brilliant. However, none of it feels forced or Teh Random; Qixetals character is very well thought out, believable and unique, and incorporates the statistics from the Compendium AND Elly lore in a clever manner. I love how Ulyn thinks about technicalities and world building in everything he does (how would a snake fly? How would it communicate? Etc?) and leaves no stone unturned, both in his Elly work and his DND work. He has a clever attention to detail and fleshes things out in a realistic manner, which is commendable (and tough) for fantasy!
(Also, hes showing Angkar some much-needed love, which is great. : D) Qixetal is an intriguing character, and Im looking forward to see what Ulyn does with them!
Most Emotional Moment
Woods Ye Nam Me if Ye Coods?, Scathach
This thread broke my heart. In it, Scatty goes to Morrim to find the midwife that delivered her, hoping to find info about her parents... and finds a terrible truth. Calli does a great job fleshing out Scathach, painting a picture of a childhood full of squalor and abuse, and her constant struggle to survive and how despite her brutally tough exterior, shes still a little girl that wants comfort, security and parental love. In a succinct thread, Calli depicts a range of emotions from nervousness to tentative hope to utter disillusionment and pain. I present the evidence:
Woods Ye Nam Me if Ye Coods? wrote:
One night, a younger SCathach had come home with bruises on their face, a torn shirt, and blood on their pants, silently sobbing and shaking; lesson learned. They remembered the fights all too well. Each punch on behalf of every injustice and ugliness around them. Didn't mean they ever won, at least, not every time. But if they hadn't learned to win, they would have probably ended up another dead urchin. Unknown and forever forgotten. They sometimes still wondered if that would have been best.
The lighting was soft and yellow, a couple of kids were playing on a small stage in a corner for tips, and the place smelled like chocolate, fresh bread, and coffee. Warm, safe, comfortable smells Scathach didn't smell often.
Scathach swallowed hard, her fists clenched under the table. This woman left them with that vile monster that turned her into them. A shade. Two half-formed beings forced into one. They waited, composing themselves, as one composed a speech. What they had to present was a made thing, not something born. They bit her tongue until their eyes stopped glaring. It was a good thing that the spectacles hid their true feelings from the woman.
I guess Her fye favur yer faither, wi' 'at mirk hair, 'cause your mothers was red. It was our tongue 'at she cursed in. She was a Bonnie. Face was shaped loch yours."
The news was food to the starving. Scathach drank it in. They had their mother's bone structure and skin tone, but they looked like her father, whoever he was. "What dae ye ken abit 'er??" They demanded. "Did she tell ye 'er name? Anything?
" She wooldnae tak' onie medicine tae help wi' th' pain, an'... hen, she left. Ah took ye tae gie cleaned. Ah went tae see abit somethin' tae help 'er, but when Ah cam back, she'd gain. she walked reit it."
Scathach stared. Sometimes they'd imagined they'd come in a box, or that their mother had died giving birth to them. Sometimes they'd dared to dream that an evil uncle or grandfather had stolen them from their desperate, single mother, taking them in secret to the shack, to Emer, with no name or papers, and that all these years if their mother had just known, she would have come for them. There were more, but in all their imaginings, whenever their actual mother had been present at Scathach's arrival, she had held them, been sad, wanted to keep Scathach, take her in, but been unable to do so. Now Udele was telling them that a Morrimian woman had dropped her like some... horse, or something, and walked out without a word before Scathach had even been cleaned up properly.
"She just walked out," Scathach repeated stupidly. "She just left. Vespasian, did she refuse the medicine on purpose so she could? Must've had some pain tolerance, but...?" Their words came faster and faster, and their eyes stung again, threatening tears, but Scathach held them back. "...didn't even care enough to stick around and.... name me." Scathach breathed too fast.
Lotte has brought amazing ideas to Elly from the get-go; thanks to her we have a sick Coliseum, and a whole new aspect to the abilities system! Her ideas are consistently clever and shes a lovely presence here. c: In all our interactions shes been incredibly sweet and kind, and Ive noticed she's always quick to compliment people both IC and OOC! Shes always looking for ways to help both on a personal level and in IC situations; shes very open to plotting, advancing character arcs, and helping with site-wide plots, but shes also willing to listen if you have a personal problem and help with them. <3 She's contributed a lot in the short time shes been here, and Im excited to see what else shell cook up!
Most Interesting Thread
Nominee: Rigor Mortis
- Shell, Qayin and Kupselion
I mean, just damn. Izzy starts this thread off with a bang, a really, really big (and really gross) bang. Right from the get-go I was hooked by the letter (and grinning at who wrote it), but I wasnt grinning long. The intro swiftly plunges into horror movie territory. (And was all-too-reminiscent of Amnesia: the Dark Descent. Boy, the fond memories I have of that game. c: ) Shells disgust and terror is palpable at every turn, and Izzys gift for writing horror is evident at the climax of the scene.
Not only is the premise really interesting (horrifying? gruesome? Moft Unseemly?), but so are the characters that get involved in it. Given that the intro ends with Shell sloshing around in a sewer, whoever joins the opener is bound to be
Theres a bizarre intersection of characters here, along with depraved villains that theyre tasked to defeat. This is shaping up to be a really interesting and intense thread, and I for one am hooked. OvO
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There were easily over a dozen of them. Some were chained to walls, others strapped to tables, and a couple were stuffed into tiny animal cages, their twitching arms and legs broken and reset at odd angles. Many were dead, and some seemed as though they could still be alive. Sheltering Heaven. Sheltering Heaven, how could..? Some of the ones on the tables were missing limbs or had great precise cuts that had been sewn back up -- one woman was missing both her arms and legs. Shell covered her mouth in a sudden wave of nausea: one man, chained to the wall, was missing both arms but had his ribcage broken and spread open in the back, his lungs removed and hung up behind him in some gruesome imitation of wings; another had a hole in his skull, a stick protruding from his mangled brain; yet another had been almost completely flayed.
Her hand landed on what felt like a face.
Behind the mask her eyes widened. Shaking and blind in the darkness, she groped around her legs... and felt others. Then, an arm. Wet rot slicked her fingers and palms while her eyes adjusted, aided by a light source she could not yet see. A shaking hand came up and pushed her mask up off of her face to get a better look.
Most Emotional Moment
Nominee: Above, Below, Around
Holy shizznits. There is SO much emotion going on in this thread. Whats meant as an uplifting celebration swiftly takes a serious turn as characters are forced to confront their losses and trauma from the war. It all arises naturally grief surfaces in unexpected ways; characters mental states cause them to misinterpret each other; there is a cocktail of real emotions going on, many of which are heart-wrenching, and its all open and raw and relatable.
Its nearly impossible to choose between the characters in this thread, because all of them impart their own sorrows and build to the mood of it. Theres so many examples of excellent writing from everyone.
The construct beamed, its chest puffing as the metal body rattled and screeched in excitement. I am, indeed. And you are? I have heard you conserve books from battle harm. How admirable! Myself, I was created to read and catalogue knowledge, and I link ostensibly disparate trivia into a meaningful picture. Oh, it was and is a miraculous process, this consolidation of information.
Mairead interrupted. I built the construct to stack library books. And he is, thus far, making a spectacle of himself.
He could feel her cold stare. Its grippers lowered, forming a steeple, as if ashamed. The forger continued. The construct has no soul. It is a tool. Made to serve a purpose. It is not a person.
He cared about her, didnt he? Daenis looked down to his aqua-hued feet. Did she believe he would stray? The thought pained him. Her own Brass Blades had avoided taking innocent lives, and only let die whom they could not save. She was his Mother. But for their odd relationship, it meant not affection, but the burden of responsibilities, and the protection of humanity.
He could feel her slip, a foot out of the door. She must have thought she overstayed her welcome. "I shall be taking a walk. Daenis may stay." And begun walking away.
I love the way Lotte cleverly narrates Maireads emotional state from the eyes of her loyal construct, Daenis. He himself is a heart-wrenching character; I love how shes not afraid to paint Mairead as a villain, in this sense, given that she doesnt acknowledge Daenis sentience. But Mairead is not cruel; she loves Shell and protects her. And yet her opinions rub others the wrong way, triggering things in others, such as when Shell walks away
Whether or not she was justified, whether or not she was imagining things, between the flashback and the loss of Khana, Shell could not hold it together in public anymore. She stood, and stepped out of the fountain.
"I-I'm sorry, everyone..... I need to be alone for a while." Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and walked away briskly, not even bothering to put on her shoes.
'If it had a name before, I am unaware. Something hollow, something.... void, will do in replacement
It had been cruel. Mairead was not being cruel, and she understood that, more fully now that she was removed from the initial source of her distress: it was no longer the shock of having heard the words from her that was causing her so much pain, but the lingering half-memories themselves, things that bobbed to the surface of the stagnant pond anytime something passed over them, that took time to sink back down, apparently hidden. She trembled and uncovered her eyes to replace old pictures with new ones, but found that there was simply an overlay.
The interaction is very realistic: no one is 100% bad or 100% good, and even our loved ones hurt us without knowing it.
You get a real sense of her trauma, and how shes struggling to cope with her Masters cruelty. How even though we think weve moved past stuff, sometimes the tiniest words or actions can be triggering and send the foundation crumbling. Also, Shell mourning for her sis is just heartbreaking:
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- As with so many other countless moments in the last two weeks or so, Shell's thoughts had turned to her sister. This time it had been Khanrad who had brought it on: there was a tremulous hint of sorrow in the magnificent creature's tone as he mentioned "him".
It was such a simple thing -- it was one word, but for another so fresh from loss, she felt it like a plug had been freshly opened in her heart, draining the little substance that had gathered there since the device broke. Desperately, she wanted to feel sadness for whatever thing this phoenix had suffered through, knew that she should, but all she could think of was Khana.
She touched her chest, within which the Pearl slept: there was a moment of nothing, then warmth like a blooming rose filled her for a few precious seconds. The dream of feeling her presence was overrun by reality, and when Shell remembered that there was no Khana here, the warmth faded and left her feeling empty. A painful lump rose in her throat and her eyes burned, and she had to turn away from her friends, looking down into the three or four inches of water that yet remained in the fountain.
It was just her.
As well as Khanrads tenacity and desire to resurrect his master, Razarod. We get a real sense of his desperation and loss:
"I know my story sounds strange; that's two years after the official history says he died. But rumors of his death were greatly exaggerated... until they weren't. I managed to salvage all his bones from the wreckage and am seeking someone, or something, with the power to revive my friend. I heard talk of a gathering of... unique and talented individuals... in Madrid and headed here."
"Of course this is an unusual situation, one nobody's encountered before that I know of. But it seems wrong not to try. I could die for him a million times over, and sometimes I did, although he never asked it of me, even knowing I always come back. I mean to exhaust my options before I give up on him."
IM NOT CRYING, YOURE CRYING.
There are a zillion more examples and Id write a novel if I listed them all, so just go read the thread and bring a pack of tissues