Amelia's Gold Brocade

View previous topic  ::  View next topic Author Message Siren Joined: 31 Dec 1969 Posts: 3576 Location: If ignorance is bliss, why aren't there more happy people? Posted: 29 Jul 2015 17:24  Post subject: One papoose coming up:  http://prntscr.com/7ynbdg I like this initiative, well done for thinking it up  _________________ Wife of Janko *Mother to Ardal *Attorney General*  Devon Goddess of Song Back to top   Izzie. Joined: 31 Dec 1969 Posts: 1316 Location: Hastings, Sussex! Posted: 29 Jul 2015 17:32  Post subject:   Oh thanks Siren! I needed more hair colors and outfits too, so that's a great one. I love it! This is the original ad that I am basing it off: I just need a large background image of this, and I'll be back soon with a rotating gif draft. _________________ Back to top   Hemzo Joined: 25 Jul 2013 Posts: 402 Posted: 30 Jul 2015 10:04  Post subject: Regulus wrote: I...

Fi was traveling alone, on a deserted road. She was unsure, why she was even here. The tournament had been a great time, and then not. It just had it's moments.  She wasn't sure if she needed to stay that extra day. She just did, for whatever reason, staying after her companions had left. She enjoyed the trip, even though she didn't know her traveling companions that well. So, here she was in the "Badlands" or the beach portion of them anyway. It didn't look so "bad". Why were they called "bad" anyway? The land was beautiful, and very green this time of year. She sat on the beach and pulled out her things. She wrote a letter to the man she missed back in town. She was careful not to put his name down. Another women he was courting was rumored to be a murdering harlot. Fi did not need the trouble, so she wrote in code. If it got to him, he would know who it was to and who it was from. No one wrote like this in her town. She chuckled. ...

The wind in Dumfries was legendary. Scarlette was born on a windy night in Galloway. Her red hair glowed so brightly that her mother gasps at her newborn babe. And once taking her into her arms, she exclaimed: Scarlette. She should be Scarlette. Nickolaus looked at his loving wife and agreed. They pushed aside all the other name choices they had considered. Her father was a miller and her mother owned a loom. Her entire life was focused on weaving, but she sought another future for herself. Weaving was in her blood but while she grew to enjoy all facets of art, she also grew in popularity in her town. Before the age of sixteen, she was already on the town council and mentoring young people. Her specialties were art, history and of course weaving. She also enjoyed an odd adventure or two. She loved to explore the forest with her friends. She was an excellent swimmer, despite the cold ocean waters of Scotland. Her best friend was a young lady with the very original name of Serendip...

She opened the leather book. It's binding was impressive. The gilding very nice. She'd never spent so much money on a book before, especially on an empty one. She glared at the inside cover. The first page was asking for a title. She considered all the puns available in her repertoire.  QWIN? No. God save the Quinn. Ha! No. Quintessential Quinn. Quinntakill.  She laughed hard.  Good one, but weird. I'm not exactly on the most wanted list. Harlequinn. Quinnpossible. Born to Quinn. PenQuinn.  In her head she saw an idea for a penguin drawing.    None of them seemed right. She penned in a nice calligraphy:  Quinn  in the top corner and then began to draw her own likeness. This is where she would start.  ------------------- She opened her journal and stared at the drawing.  I guess I was feeling feminine that day , she thought to herself. She shrugged.  All it needs is a sword on my back and some boots that I could actually ...