A Story of Songs

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The Quest

In May of 2016, Cordir challenged the world to utilize the creativity of the Creator, Tynian, and build stories using fragments of songs - specifically, the tunes found in bardic Scores. She reviewed thousands of scores, and provided a list of 300 of the most interesting to work from. There were four categories that people could enter:

  1. Write the *most cohesive story* using a minimum of 10 of the scores listed below. <<--- This will be judged purely on the merit of the story, and how well you integrate the phrasing of the score into the story.
  2. Write a story using the MOST scores you can from those listed below. It must make *some* sort of reasonable sense. You can't just dump them into a pot and stir with a handful of 'thens' and 'next' and ... There must be some sort of theme to it. <<-- This will be judged on the NUMBER of scores used, AND the merit of the story.
  3. Write the most TASTEFULLY SUGGESTIVE, but NOT (repeat: NOT) explicit story you can craft, using a minimum of 10 scores listed below. No more than three selected may include the spell, 'tongues' <<-- This will be judged on the merit of the story, and whether or not it was tastefully suggestive.
  4. Write an entry that is a cohesive story, poem or song, using **ONLY** scores, and nothing else.

Participants had some 20 days to create their entries.

Category 1: Most Cohesive

Entry by Nicholai (Winner, Category 1)

Ooohhh oh oh ooohhh
Baby
Ooohhh oh oh ooohhh
Baby

I'm sorry burning hands made you cry
But you got me Drunk on a fireball
So Come and let me fireball in your eyes
And I’ll catch the tears that fall

Cause like A hailstorm without rain
Gurrlll
You give me Chain lightning in the brain
Gurrlll
Are you gonna be my hurricane?
Baby
Are you gonna peek my way?

You’re My favorite heart to engage
when you Light up my phosphate
Cause imma rock your simple world
like an Amish earthquake

Ooohhh oh oh ooohhh
Baby
Ooohhh oh oh ooohhh
Baby

You know it ain’t no lie
Gurrlll
I Can't take my tongues off you
Gurrlll
I Love the way you fly
Baby
this Butcher got a crush on you

Golson's Entry

As she neared the commanders, the anger emanating from them was nearly palpable. She could begin to catch pieces of their conversation.
“You have a nice shield, use it!”
“I didn’t want to need armor this day! I warned you, one alarm leads to another. You were to walk in the rift until upon the ogre commander’s tent, not approach recklessly across open ground. It was a careless second attack”
The two commanders stared at each other in cold hearted silence. She could now make out their features, the first commander to speak was clearly human, stouter in build. The other was more slender, dignified somehow, his ears narrowing to the points typical of the elven race.

At last the human broke the silence speaking more softly, “he’ll have to rescue them.”
The elven commander responded gravely, “even he can’t rescue this.”

“How could I have known the dead man’s exclude, would linger so long?” the human implored. “I hate everything about unfetter, we knew that in order to escape alive we would need to open a portal back to the rift. The Halfling circled and struck their shaman from behind as planned, no alarm was raised. I unleashed a hailstorm like hell, nothing could have survived it, so we thought. The ground itself was shredded, the enemy was torn to pieces. We began to make our escape as planned, but the shaman in his death throes must have fell upon their sorcerer, covering him with his own body. No one thought to check underneath the corpse. I only saw the sorcerer cast the charm person in the mirror and by then the portal was already closing behind us. Lexie was the last in the group, and you know her susceptibility to being charmed. She flew back to him. There was no time to save her.”

The human broke into sobs as his explanation of the day’s events finished. The elven commander, not known for his sympathy seemed to soften. He turned to the human speaking softly, “Come fly with me, I am beginning to see the third attack.”


Category 2: Highest Number of Scores Used

Lexie's Entry (Winner, Category 2)

Just Another Night at the Grubby Inn
by Lexie

One night, feeling particularly low after a particularly scorching death, I plop into a corner booth at Filthy's Grubby Inn. The place lives up to its name, both in decor and customers, but I don't care. I order one bourbon one scotch and one hailstorm , on the rocks. "There is no charge, " the waitress says (in old-common), signaling toward a table full of rowdy goblins. I appear to be struggling, and unsuccessfully coping with the natural beauty of Thoras, so I thank her (in common). I raise my glass, and shout (in goblin), "One for my baby and summon more for the road!" The goblins remind me of my childhood. Me and goblin down by the school yard. He was a roller derby goblin. The best around. He taught me how to be a roller derby queen. My name was "Lock'nLoad Lexie" ... yes, that's right, I was badass. But when the goblin goes down in the regional championships, he was hurt very badly and never skated again. I miss that guy. Oh, tonight I'm lovin' goblin, that's for sure.

No, that's not true, actually, tonight I'm lovin' quiet. I sip my bourbon. It burns my throat as it weaves its way through my system. I think of the time I practiced burning hands for teacher. I didn't mean to hurt her. That badly. "I'm sorry burning hands made you cry," I recall saying to her as I helped her up. Is there such a thing as soul sense of loneliness, I wonder to myself. Because anyone would sense that of me right now. After downing the bourbon, things start to become very clear to me -- What *is* a soul? Do we all have them (I think of a snake whose name shall not be mentioned), and if our soul is tainted, who will rescue your soul, your god, the greater gods? An elder Kindred? Playboys of the southwestern tongues? (You know who you are). The traveling troubadours that don't do anything? (Bards who shall not be named). Suddenly, a perv walks up to my table. I faerie fire a gigalo, and he runs off, shouting curses at me. Was that a curse of hearts?! "Do you think curse gave you power?" I shout back at him. "Life's a curse , bucko! Get used to it!", I continue to shout. Yep, life is one big black hole curse, I sigh and sit back down. Like a big black hole sun, ain't it.
I sip my scotch. Maybe I need to find love ... AGAIN. My thoughts wander to a female Ogress (whose name shall not be mentioned, but Oh how she smolders!). I'm holding out for a ogre now. I don't fear the ogre, though maybe I should. She's strong... how firm a ogre, and I'm pretty sure she's an uptown ogre, she's quite the uptown girl. Actually, she blinded me with science. No wait, she blinded me with sahuagin - that one time we ventured into the Tiren's Rock tomb area. I was definitely doing the sahuagin dance to get the hell outta there. But no, like a sad sahuagin, I collapsed in the tombs. There was no secret sahuagin in my pocket that day, nor any day thereafter. Okay, I need to think of a little less sahuagin and a lot more action, sorry Koy, I'm getting depressed here.

My glass of scotch is empty. I reach for the Hailstorm, a most deadly concoction but I'm feeling no pain right now. Whoa is that ... yes, it is the invisible halfling thief guildmaster. I hear a cant with no name. "Dont cant to strangers," I hear Flora warning me in my head. But it might be the guildmaster canting... When you look that good, who wouldn't wanna be halfling? I try to get into a halfling state of mind, and shout (in halfling), "Tonight the halfling's on me!" Everyone stares at me, oops. I'll be more quiet, like it's a dwarven day NOT! Who ever heard of a *quiet* dwarf, I snort, I mean really now!! So, on that note, "Let the dwarven fall! Except Zhou! Oh, and Tynian, too!", I shout loudly (well it's hard for me to be quiet...). I actually feel like the melancholy kobold, and definitely not like a happy dwarf. The Hailstorm really starts to hit me. I see a red rubber giant over at the counter. "Save the last giant for me!, and that last dance" I shout. And, I think to myself, "lay your giants on me , all wearing skin-tight red vinyl jumpsuits, and all named Daisy..."

Maybe I should go, before I drink anymore Hailstorms. I'm ready to portal. Everyone knows I portal all the time. No, I'm feeling good - make it teleport! I'm gonna teleport a wino - ME!!! Haha! What made me teleport that?! I never will change, will I? Oh, it's Glabrezu in his funky room, keep your maurices bargains to yourself , please. I dark, jump, and portal back to the bar. I wasn't done with my drink yet. Aren't those guys tired of singing orc? Why are those goblins singing orc anyway? I quiet the songs. I close my eyes and let my mind wander (farther than usual). I once loved a minotaur (who shall not be named). He was my favorite heart to engage. "Where were you when I needed sanctuary," I ask out loud to no one in particular. I feel like dancing. The Dance of the Sugar Plum Shield isn't easy, kind of like a bizarre line dance with ballet, but I try. It's harder to awe audience that is drunk, especially if you can't dance, but I still dance the weave away. And the night, too!

"Waitress," I signal to her. "Another Hailstorm, please." Did she just shake her head at me? But she saunters toward the bartender anyway, to get me an old poison rum, although I really don't know what's in that drink. But, I don't care. I'm singing, "Hailstorm in the sky with diamonds," and I sound pretty damn good. I glance around the bar. Oh my, that kobold got BACK. It's pretty easy to take a kobold out, even one with a big back. The waitress returns with my drink, and I say (in common), "Did you know, I once loved a troll . The 'bony back troll' is what people called him, because he was Vegan." I look down at my drink, and say, "I've been waiting for a poison like you." I wonder if it hears me, so I continue, "You poison me from hello. You are my poison fear. I want your mug. Please, let your mug go!" I bet this poison tongues too. Did my Hailstorm drink just say, "Keep your tongues(s) to yourself"? Oh, this is a Hailstorm like hell. It's a hailstorm without rain. My Hailstorm drink looks at me, desire in its watery eyes, and I tell it, "I love the way you poison." I grip the glass tighter. Uh oh, naughty girls need cure poison too, it seems, and I raise the glass of Hailstorm to my lips - I know it wants me now, and I say to it, "I can't take my tongues off you," as I slowly sip away. Hailstorm is pushing up tongues. My tongue pushes back against the tongues. Girls tongue too, DUH. Mmm, Hailstorm's tongues is alright tonite. Dirty deeds done with tongues.... dirty deeds done with silence (the other bar patrons must be happy I'm silent for a moment) ... Still tingling from your embrace, Sir Hailstorm, my tongue is having tongues of fantasy (get it? "tons" of fantasy, haha!)

The DJ got "Haunt Fallin' in Love", playing right now. "Let's hear it for the haunt!," I shout. I'm dressed to haunt , really, I look like a ghost, but I feel like hearing the "Song of the Darkness Queen." Ahh, darkness. I think of the darkness in me. Wouldn't darkness be nice right about now. I close my eyes and sway to the music. I think of my Precious. "Song of the Fly Queen" starts to play next. My eyes flicker open, someone ruined my mood. Who wouldn't wanna be fly? "Oh, I love the way you fly ," I sing. "Haha, there's a kitty on my fly," some drunk troll shouts nearby. Oh, look, it's Troll the Beautiful - NOT! Hey, there's a fly on Sir Hailstorm! I shoo it away. Then, I imagine kissing a fly and start to gag. I glance around the place. Filthy should have a big bright green faerie fog machine because it's rather foggy in here with all the smoke, and the someones .... Ain't no sanity for the wicked , that's for sure. I'm starting to feel a little paranoid. Tonight the fear's on me. But, fog machines make me think of Foghair. I feel less paranoid when I think of Foghair, he's a sweetheart Bard. Maybe I can commission an ode to a drow... entitled, "Fire and Drow ." I liked a Drow once. But the Drow won't say (I'm in love). It's the haunt of the past and I've had enough of it. Besides, I think I owe Fog for the last commission... Instead, I think it's time for ... a Fireball. Oh yes. Where's that waitress? All I need to do is look at her, raise my empty glass, and she knows what time it is. Yes, it's Fireball time. Times three! She places three Fireballs on the table, and as I hand her a pouch of gold, I ask her (in old-common), "Ary yvu somebody that I used to fireball?" She knows I've had too much to drink. It's just another night at Filthy's.

I'm drunk on a fireball. There are fireballs in low places, there are fireballs in high places, there are fireballs going Sidewayz. "Come fly with me!" "Come and let me fireball in your eyes," I sing. No one's listening of course, because they're all drunk too. I shout to the DJ, "Hey, Tommy can you haunt me?!" I sashay toward the DJ booth. "Will you haunt me? ", I ask Tommy. He's a shaman didn't you know? "Don't haunt me bad though, I hate too many ghosts at once, you know - I hate it when the haunts rush in. " My mind wanders ... I feel a vampiric touch with no name. Oh, but he *does* have a name. A smile lingers on my lips. Is it a vampiric touch for fear? No, it's not. For I never feel fear with him. Now if he had a haunt, well ... His haunt is ancient. Some say I should always fear him but, if he were here right now, I'd say to him, as I look longingly into his beautiful eyes, "Kiss me, kiss me, charm person me. I've got you under my stone skin." And then I'd likely pass out ... I've had way too much to drink. Sleep sounds good right now, actually. A golden sleep, under a warm sun on an endless beach of white sand. Or maybe, the sleep of autumn, in a pile of leaves with crisp breezes fluttering through my hair. Ooh, or I could sleep in the cradle. Hey, don't judge! I always liked that sleep.

Golson's Entry

He struggled to maintain control over his daunting task. Assimilating all of the whispers and tells obtained from the master’s thieves into a cohesive report. A cant with no name. Is that even possible? How could the author be unknown? Clearly an attack is imminent, where? A mass invis in the sun, how could they be so foolish as to allow us to watch the army disappear? The first attack had no chance of success. A second attack in the dark failed as well. After the affair of the butcher, at least that is what the common folk call him, there has not been an absence of the confusion for even a day. As Maimer likes to extoll, Ain’t no sanity for the wicked. Even the master’s amazing sanctuary was bloodied by the amish earthquake. In hindsight, it is easy to see how they were overlooked, seemingly simple in their beliefs and ways, but powerful nonetheless.

One of the worst parts about the job is the requirement to investigate everything. An ode to the drow, seriously? Such drivel but not nearly as bad as some of Nevyn’s earlier songs such as Another earthquake bites the dust, or another irish butchering song and of course another irish sleeping song. Why does he start the titles of all his songs with the word “another” anyway? I would like to give him another mute in paradise. The job is hard enough without all the spam Nevyn creates.
I have to give him credit though, the tunes to Are you gonna be my hurricane and Are you gonna peek my way were pretty catchy. Stay on task, I don’t have time for such distractions.

What armor, are they talking about acquiring? Armor like an Egyptian would wear? This sounds like the beginnings of some kind of deception, I will report it.

Oh great, here goes Grandma Schon again, does she ever prattle. No on believes her baby did a bad bad charm person. I should probably mention that her baby is actually a shaman, not a mage. I think everyone but her has realized this by now. Bless of the gods I think she fell back asleep.

Not again, the suicide mage is arguing with the troll about the Brown eyed orc and whether there is a bright side of colour spray. Soon they will come to blows with the troll yelling some taunt like, “bring on the dispel magic”. The suicide mage does have pretty powerful burning hands for teacher craft, but generally they just wear themselves out after a few bumps and bruises.
It was just last week, he acid blasted an entire group. You can’t acid blast a girl for trying to explain a simple theory. I tried to convince her to just let him carry on wayword tongues, but I guess she hit her breaking point. It has happened again, my mind wanders so. I must finish this report!

Now this conversation is more promising. “His chill touch makes me giggle?” I wonder if they ever realize how I know so much about their peculiar tastes. There must be more important conversations going on.
Ah the dwarves are speaking of a hailstorm like hell. I must warn the Master, the report will have to wait.

Category 3: Most Tastefully Suggestive

Golson's Entry (Winner, Category 3): The Haunt of the Wild


Her words echo in my mind, “come fly with me.” So simple, yet so powerful. Why, why could I not resist. She was wearing that damned red dress. Who wears a dress to go flying? She caught my glance, as if she were waiting for it. With that wry grin, she asked me, “would you like to peek a little more?”

She must have heard my heart pounding. I had been so quiet about love. How else could she have known? It is the curse of hearts. Where is my strength? Such love is forbidden and she knows it, she knows! I hate myself for loving darkness. Each time she approaches I’ve got fear under my skin. Will this be the time I can no longer quell the darkness in me? My thoughts race to dirty deeds done with silence. Cold hearted silence. Can she know what it does to me? My passions are not those of a mere human, she will awake the dragon! She would not survive me. She must know this. Each time I’m in her presence my thoughts become muddled, and yet I yearn for her when she is gone.

She approaches, dressed for confusion, for sending my mind to the point of no return. I pretend to abhor it, but do I? Would I have it any other way? No, don’t steal my confusion. I welcome it, it excites that same fire within me that I see burning within her. One can’t rescue this. Farewell, farewell to sanity. I love my curse.

When I summon you alone, kiss me, kiss me, charm person me. Will you haunt me forever? These thoughts, the urges, I cannot resist another night! I saved the sanctuary for today, perhaps it will be enough. Her words echo through my mind, “dream a little peek of me.” She doesn’t understand, she can’t understand.

I sing a protection evil song, perhaps it will be enough? I draw forth my mana and cast an amazing sanctuary spell, a perfect casting. If only I can keep the dragon at bay perhaps she will survive.

And then she touches me and all restraint is lost. All my careful planning overcome in an instant. It is too much. It tears my heart to pieces, but it is too late.

And then it happens, I see it in her eyes, the haunt of the wild. Can it be? Another dragon? How has she hidden it from everyone, from me? At the realization I release my fire, she arches her back against the tongues of my flame. Our strength combines, we draw power from each other. Ecstasy is here at last.


DarkClaw's Entry

"ARE YOU GONNA BE MY HURRICANE?" I asked as I approached him, toying with the neckline of my gown slowly.

Nothing but COLD HEARTED SILENCE followed, the DARKNESS OF THE DAY surrounding us like a cloak of shadows. Finally, he spoke, his voice rich but gravelly, hinting at the hunger mirrored within his gaze. "DO YOU BELIEVE IN FEAR?" he asked, reaching out to trace a razor-sharp dagger along the same path that my fingers had previously drawn across my skin.

I was DRESSED TO HAUNT, having recently visited the old Sanguinna playground, but it mattered not, for what I wore would be gone in mere moments. He wasted no time in its removal, regardless of the fact that he was DRUNK ON A FIREBALL from the local tavern, utilizing the blade that he held to slide through the flimsy garment so it could fall from my form.. I smirked in response to his question, pressing myself against his body invitingly. "FEAR GAVE YOU POWER with the mortals, perhaps. Not with me."

Dropping the weapon in his hand, his gaze traveled across every inch of me, his calloused fingers playing over the rise of my chest and then down along the dip between my ribcage. The sensation was like POISON TONGUES darting along my flesh, leaving the faint tease of a scent from my heated skin. My back arched, giving hint to the inevitable SONG OF THE DARKNESS QUEEN, undoubtedly THE BEST INFO YET TO COME.

"WHO WILL RESCUE YOUR SOUL once you have sampled all of me?" I asked, purposefully gifting him with a wicked, fully-fanged grin.

I then called on the STRENGTH OF THE WILD, forcing him back towards my open sarcophagus. 'NEVER GONNA MUTE THIS BED' I thought to myself as I looked down upon the mortal toy as he fell down within its confines. It was at that moment that I realized said subject was no longer alert and very decidedly passed out.

"DID I REFRESH MY LEGS FOR THIS?" I thought to myself, almost voicing the disappointment that I felt outloud. At this rate, perhaps I should be HOLDING OUT FOR A OGRE instead...or maybe KISSING A FLY.


Category 4: Consisting Entirely of Scores

Humphrey's Entry (Winner, Category 4)

When I summon you alone,
You can dream of rescue.
You were meant for harm.
Come fly with me.

Will you haunt me,
My favorite heart to engage?
Man's best fear:
Waiting for a poison like you.

We will fear you
We will steal you
The bonny black troll.
I will never heal the same.

I'm gonna hide her.
Sleep will keep us alive.
Darkness of the day,
Tonight I'm lovin' quiet.

Edge of a broken sleep,
I love my curse.
Troll the beautiful,
Where is my strength?

We will fear you.
We will steal you,
The bonny black troll,
When I summon you alone.

Nicholai's Entry

When I summon you alone I've got you under my stone skin, My one and only armor.
Fear gave you power, A vampiric touch for fear, Tonight the fear's on me.

You can dream of silence, Cold hearted silence, Nothing else sleeps.
You're the silence that I want, When the sun goes quiet You can jump to me.

Who will rescue your soul When you come back to darkness again?
Come fly with me, There is no charge, I'll set sunlight free.

Belsambar's Entry

Dressed for confusion, I didn't want to need armor. He'll have to rescue, hailstorm like hell,
Little hailstorm god. My one and only armor The promise of a new survey. Tonight the fear's on me,
Unsuccessfully coping with the natural beauty of thoras. What made me teleport that King of the elven?
Head to quiet, I never will charge. I hate myself for loving darkness, I've got fear under my skin.
We rift the champions, Somebody that I used to fireball. The last worthless fear, fireballs in low places,
rescueing a fool. Ready to portal, rift gets me every time.
Where were you when I needed sanctuary?
One rescue leads to another, I will never heal the same.
If I fall you're going down with backstab.
Don't fear the ogre. Careless second attack, Beginning to see the third attack - A second attack in the dark.
The invisible halfling, Like a sad sahuagin, fear gave you power.
Colour sprays rush in! Song of the darkness queen, Mary jane's last darkness. You rescue me all night long.
You're the silence that I want.
You can't always summon what you want.
One for my baby and summon more for the road.
Life is a enchant weapon and I want my money back.

Lexie's Entry

One bourbon one scotch and one hailstorm. There is no charge. Unsuccessfully coping with the natural beauty of Thoras. One for my baby and summon more for the road. Tonight I'm lovin' goblin. Tonight I'm lovin' quiet. Soul sense of loneliness. Who will rescue your soul... Playboys of the southwestern tongues? The traveling troubadours that don't do anything? Holding out for a ogre. Uptown ogre. How firm a ogre. Don't fear the ogre. Tonight the fear's on me. The invisible halfling. Who wouldn't wanna be halfling? Tonight the halfling's on me. Don't halfling be happy! Halfling state of mind. She blinded me with sahuagin. The sahuagin dance. Sahuagin in my pocket. Like a sad sahuagin. A little less sahuagin and a lot more action. Tired of singing orc. Tommy can you haunt me? It's a dwarven day. Let the dwarven fall. King of the elven. Kobold got back. The melancholy kobold. Take a kobold. Red rubber giant? Save the last giant for me! Lay your giants on me. A cant with no name. Dont cant to strangers. Dont curse to strangers. I love my curse... New York state of curse. Portal all the time. Ready to portal. Make it teleport. I'm gonna teleport a wino. What made me teleport that? I never will change. Keep your maurices bargains to yourself. Keep your tongues to yourself. I quiet the songs. I once loved a minotaur. My favorite heart to engage. Where were you when I needed sanctuary? You've lost that healing feeling',... I once loved a troll. The bony back troll. Troll the beautiful. Me and goblin down by the school yard. Tonight I'm lovin' goblin. Roller derby goblin. When the goblin goes down. Out of the goblin. Small town info. Twinkle twinkle little sneak. We will steal you. Somebody that I used to fireball. A vampiric touch for fear. Old poison rum. Waiting for a poison like you. You poison me from hello. Poison fear. Poison tongues. A vampiric touch with no name. DJ got haunt fallin' in love. Song of the darkness queen. Song of the fly queen. Big bright green faerie fog machine. Faerie fire a gigalo. I do jump you. If I ever see your jump, I will never jump the same. Big lie, small jump. Man with no jump. Black hole curse. Life's a curse. Love the way you poison. Naughty girls need cure poison too. Bring on the dispel magic. Got my dispel magic set on you. Burning hands for teacher. I'm sorry burning hands made you cry. One alarm leads to another. Too much alarm. Fire and drow. An ode to a drow. Drow won't say (I'm in love). Silence of the dog. Dance of the sugar plum shield. Harder to awe audience. Dance the weave away. Aarakocra got back. The last aarakocra. The outlaw aarakocra. Who wouldn't wanna be fly? Love the way you fly Kitty on my fly? Kissing a fly. Hurricane beneath my wings. Darkness beneath my wings. When you come back to darkness again, I hate myself for loving darkness. 'You've lost that healing feeling', Heal beneath my wings. I will never heal the same. Because you refresh me, another irish butchering song, another irish sleeping song, another mute in paradise. Are you gonna be my hurricane? How can I animate dead without you? Are you gonna peek my way? Peek a little more. Butcher got a crush on you. Affair of the butcher. I summon a new duck. Katie wants a fast butcher. If she knew what she fears. If you want to mute her, ask. Mary Jane's last darkness. Stacy's sanity. I'm gonna hide her. When the butcher hits the bone. If you steal my butcher, butcher got run over by a reindeer. "Let it snow! Let it hurricane! Let it snow! O charge, all ye faithful! O mute, all ye faithful! Stop dragging my mute around." Give confusion on christmas day. We curse you a merry christmas', 'We may never armor this way again'. Whose butcher have your boots been under? Eye of the butcher. Butchering my religion. Dead man's exclude, darkness of the day. I think about exclude. Hard habit to exclude. Deafness of pain, deafness for the world. Life is a enchant weapon and I want my money back. Can't acid blast a girl for trying. Acid blast it like you want it. Acid blast lullaby. Hailstorm in the sky with diamonds. Hailstorm like hell. A hailstorm without rain. Bad rift rising. We rift the champions. We will rift you. A rift dont forget. Save the last rift for me. Walk in the rift. You were meant for harm. Amish earthquake. What kind of earthquake would I be? Another earthquake bites the dust. Can't rescue this. Go rescue it on the mountain. Have you really ever loved a rescue? Have a nice rescue. Where is my rescue? Where is my strength? He'll have to rescue. One rescue leads to another. Rescu(e)ing a fool? You rescue me all night long. Things I'll never rescue. Who will rescue your soul? Window to your rescue. You can dream of rescue. A second attack in the dark. If I fall you're going down with backstab. (She's in love with the backstab). Keep your kicks to yourself. Kicking in your footsteps. Thunderclap in your mouth. Beginning to see the third attack. Man I feel like a give health. Brown eyed orc. Achy breaky orc. Light up my phosphate. Phosphate is all around. Phosphate will always love you. Leave me phosphateless. I hate everything about unfetter. Nearer my rift to thee. Rift gets me every time. Why don't you get a rift? Drunk on a fireball, fireballs in low places. My one and only armor. Armor like an egyptian. Shiny happy armor. Every armor has its thorn. Have a nice shield. Shield the faith. I didn't want to need armor. Armor make you sweat. Talk necroport to me. Where do you fear? If I fall you're going down with tongues. Tongues is alright tonite. Girls tongue too. Man's best fear. I tongues a hippopotamus for christmas, 'I wanna have some darkness', if it doesn't earthquake on christmas. Little drummer orc. Orc in my pocket. I wanna have some tongues. I want your mug. Let your mug go. Kiss me, kiss me, charm person me. I've got you under my stone skin. Can't take my tongues off you. Tongues is alright tonite. Tongues of fantasy. How deep is your tongues? The tongues in me. Pushing up tongues. Back against the tongues. Dirty deeds done with tongues, dirty deeds done with silence. Bridge over troubled tongues. Go comprehend it on the mountain. Girls phosphate too. Girls ain't nothing but sanctuary. Amazing sanctuary. I saved the sanctuary today. Sanctuary for the sellout. Don't you forget about silence. Silence for sale! Silence is a battlefield. Got you by the silence. When the sun goes quiet. You oughta sleep. Enjoy the sleep. Golden sleep. Sound of sleep. The sleep of autumn. Walk in the sleep. I always liked that sleep. Sleep in the cradle. Sleep will always love you. Sleep will keep us alive. You can dream of silence. Never gonna mute this bed. Nothing else sleeps. Edge of a broken sleep. Bat out of sleep. Shut up and quiet. Head to quiet. Tonight I'm lovin' quiet. Quiet about love. Quiet stinks. Did I refresh my legs for this? Guess I'll hang my heels out to dry. Farewell, farewell to sanity. Bridge over troubled sanity. The circle of sanity. Ain't no sanity for the wicked. Exclude in emotion. Do chain lightning to me one more time. Chain lightning in the brain. Baby did a bad bad charm person. Fumbling towards rift. Do you believe in acid blast? Do you believe in fear? When I summon you alone. When I unfetter you alone. Charge by your man. Cold hearted silence. Colour spray rush in, colour spray the doctor. Bright side of colour spray. Come fly with me, come and let me fireball in your eyes, come harvest or high water. Harvest in my pocket. Nothing's gonna kick us now. Nothing's gonna rift us now. Curse of hearts. Curse gave you power. How can I animate dead without you? Confusion about love. Dressed for confusion. Don't steal my confusion. Confusion of the gods. I invis to extremes. Absence of the confusion. Dressed to haunt. Haunt is ancient. The haunt of the past. Haunt of the wild. Strength of the wild. Let's hear it for the haunt. Will you haunt me? Don't haunt me bad. Haunts rush in. Dressed to survey. Send me a survey. I think about exclude. Don't exclude me bad. From strength to sadness. From confusion to sadness. 50 ways to comprehend your lover. Enjoy the blindness. Dispel evil in the mirror, dispel good in a northern town. Why does my dispel good feel so bad? Every dispel good you take. Dispel magic heroes. A protection evil song. Take dispel evil to church. I'll set sunlight free. For those about to necroport, a mass invis in the sun. Why does my necroport feel so bad? The darkness in me. Wouldn't darkness be nice? Give sunlight to me. Sunlight of both worlds. Heat of the sunlight. Rocky mountain sunlight. I hate myself for loving sunlight. I am a weaveer. Weave named Sue. Bless of the gods. Scan the rainbow. Couple steals off. Dance the orc way. The best info yet to come ...

Discussion of the Entries/Announcement of Winners, by Cordir

The entries are in. The deadline is passed.
As you can see from the posts above, the competition was stout.
I've been contemplating the results all day, and it has not been an easy decision.

However... I think I must go with the following results:

1) Write the *most cohesive story* using a minimum of 10 of the scores listed below.
Both entries in this category were excellent and met all of the requirements. But for making a song... out of songs... that you could actually kinda 'hear' the music to as you read it... Nicholai wins category 1.


2) Write a story using the MOST scores you can from those listed below.
Lexie and Golson both had entries for this category, and both were well done. However, based on score count, Lexie scored more points here, and is the winner of Category 2.


3) Write the most TASTEFULLY SUGGESTIVE, but NOT (repeat: NOT) explicit story you can craft, using a minimum of 10 scores listed below.
DarkClaw and Golson both did great entries. Hers was humorous, and his had a great twist at the end. DC very gracefully acknowledged that she liked Golson's entry more, and I had to agree. Golson is the winner of Category 3.

4) Write an entry that is a cohesive story, poem or song, using **ONLY** scores, and nothing else.
This category had the most competition. Lexie had a mind-boggling wall-o-text. Belsambar's was significantly tighter, cohesion wise. Nicholai's was borderline category 3, and, in fact, inspired my own attempt at writing a response, it was so evocative. But then I got Humphrey's. Poetic, creative, and *really* well done. Every use of a score made sense, in the picture he was painting. It, too, had overtones of category 3. My only very real concern is his obsession with trolls... *worried glance*. Humphrey takes Category 4.

Thank you to all who participated. I greatly enjoyed reading these, and it was wonderful to have such a broad range of entries. Well done. Everyone please see me for your prizes.

TRIVIA!

These entries can be found in a book by the same title as the quest, in The Grand Library.