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Posted 01/01/22
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Although I liked this piece for Alice, it didn’t really fit with what I wanted it to be as a glance into how she acts with others. It was too Alice-by-herself and not enough Alice-in-public. Thus, while this is a re-write, with the old version vanishing into the abyss, it shifts from one event to another. Alice clicked her nails rhythmically against the glass, only stopping to occasionally swirl the yellow liquid within. When she took a sip, her nose crinkled. “Oh Maisie, my love, this is truly disgusting,” she said softly. “Bless your heart, but I can’t drink this.” Alice leaned against the fence. She lifted a paw to block the sun from her eyes, and she waited for the stranger to notice her. When he turned around from the pile of boxes on his front step, she gave him a radiant smile. “New to town?” she asked.
Sunspot, same concept, different style. A nice reminder that I like doing water-color things sometimes; I still like the old one, even more than the new one. ![]() ![]()
Spiritual Guidance Feedback: Ashlar‘s canvas circle: I’ve been enamored by the Zoddo family for a long time, and I always take great joy when I notice dodo shenanigans in the creative collective! My first thought when I saw these was that the crisp styling you used would make them read great as small avatars, so I had to go check the discord and — sure enough — they look excellent! The small differences in the eyes and mouth come across really well even when they’re downscaled, and they’re both so cute. Firkasa‘s canvas circle: It’s so cool to see art in a physical medium posted here!! I love the stylistic rendition of this crow, and its little spaghetti legs especially melt my heart. Working with anything that’s mostly a solid color, but especially when that color is black, risks losing clarity, so I’m super impressed by all the definition you achieved. The threads that break up the areas like the beak, the little feather tufts on the head, the tail, etc. achieve such nice boundaries while still letting it be a solid black crow overall. It’s just so neat. :’) Nonnavlis‘s canvas circle: Honeysuckle my beloved. <3 While I’m in love with the design of the character, I especially adore your rendition! The pose looks so sweet and innocent, which I suspect is a ruse after seeing a burglar’s pack on her profile… Sneaky criminal bun. I love how it looks like she could be holding something in her lap; it really evokes that feeling that while she’s looking darling now, she might pull out a crowbar in a second. I also find rabbits to have challenging physiology whenever I’ve tried to make one anthropomorphic, so I’m super impressed by how clearly she looks like a rabbit/bunny even when I only look from shoulders down.
Posted 01/09/22, edited 01/31/22
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Posted 01/10/22
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Here is my entry, featuring Ilarya! It’s a rewrite of a bit from January of… 2018. jeez
Redraw of this piece from 2020
I did an entry for Nyf’s tarot card adventure!
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Posted 01/11/22, edited 01/18/22
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This submission is a redraw of a piece from 2018 of Charlie and Ripley and here is the original from 2018!
Posted 01/13/22, edited 01/14/22
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I decided to rewrite my February 2021 Creative Collective submission from Oriana’s perspective rather than Renee’s. I thought it would be a fun way to revisit their characters and see how the vignettes changed when Oriana was interpreting Renee’s actions rather than the other way around. Both pieces are in the first link, but I’ll go ahead and put the new piece below:
Even as a third grader, Oriana loved summer. It was the time when school was out, the sun was out, and she and Renee could spend all their time together. Not that they were apart much during the school year — Oriana was always finding excuses to pop into Renee’s classroom during the day, throwing her cheerful “hey Renee!” chirps before another teacher herded her back to the third graders’ wing. But during the summer, there were no adults to fight off, no older students to poke fun at her and Renee for spending time together — just Oriana, her sister, and the warm outdoors. ——— “Renee, you need to get up.” ——— Oriana stared at the chat log on her phone. Renee Watson, because she left everyone’s contacts as their full names; her mother had done the same, and Oriana had always felt like it looked more professional that way. If someone were to pick up her phone and get through the passcode, they’d see everything about her, so she needed to keep it orderly, in case anything were to ever happen. You had to be prepared for anything, she knew, and even phone hackers should have a good first impression of her.
I’m still getting the hang of digital art and including color in my drawings, so I thought I’d redo my limited palette drawing from February! I still don’t love it, but I do like the new drawing much better than the previous one. February 2021: January 2022:
Changelog: Feedback: Firkasa‘s canvas circle: First of all, I love the medium you chose; just looking at this piece makes me feel warm and cozy, and now you’re making me want to learn more about fiber arts! You have an impressive grasp on shape usage; like Nyfeaena said, it can be challenging to mainly use a single color for a piece, so I’m really impressed at how you arranged the different shapes to create a clear, aesthetically impressive composition. There are so many things I love about this piece: the placement of the eye, the long little legs, the coffee that reads so clearly as a cup of coffee despite being a little box. I’d love to see more work in this medium in the future! teaunicorn‘s canvas circle: Oooh, this is such a cute gijinka! The pose you’ve drawn them in looks so sweet and dainty (particularly the way you’ve crossed the legs, it gives me a very glamorous impression), and the minimalist shading feels like a good choice for the overall look! I like the small details, like the slight color change in the cheeks and the fingertips, and the comparative complexity of the eyes keeps drawing my attention; the contrast between the detail in the eyes and the rest of the piece creates a great focus, and I keep noticing different little aspects the more I look at them. Nice work! Nonnavlis‘s canvas circle: I already loved both Honeysuckle and your art style, and my goodness, do the two look gorgeous together! The pastel tint of the colors you used adds to the soft, innocent appearance of the piece, making the viewer feel like she’s easy to trust — just as Honeysuckle would want, I expect! Even the softly textured edges of the shape in the background add to the look, and work better than I think a fully rounded circle might have. From the pose you chose to the gentle expression, I can clearly get a sense of Api’s deceptively cute character in your rendition!
Posted 01/13/22, edited 01/31/22
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put your submission in here! or don’t use the spoiler if you don’t want to!
put your submission in here! or don’t use the spoiler if you don’t want to!
Feedback: (list your feedback for last month’s entries here)
Posted 01/14/22
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Scribe Circle: (revisiting a previous scribe entry) Feedback?: sure~
Feedback?: sure~
Adventure Circle: Jan2022 - Squishing Bugs Revisiting some old adventure code to see if I can manage to figure out how to make global commands finally work.
- created the adventure, made it non-canon, and set the number of players
Firkasa Nobo Nonnavlis
Posted 01/15/22, edited 01/31/22
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The towering shadow wraith screamed. Victim’s love-laced arrow had pierced its shadowy hide, and a spiderweb of cracks with peachy pink glow raced along its foggy form. One of its huge legs fell off and shattered like glass, dissolving into smoke. It stumbled, then with a final roar the rest of its body followed suit. When the wealth was all gone, a tiny mouse was left floating in a glowing pink bubble. It looked around in confusion as the bubble popped against the road and released it back into the world without so much as a scratch. With only a pause to clean its whiskers, the mouse darted away from the scene of the confrontation. “Hmph.” Tyrant sniffed, watching the mouse escape. “Not perfect just yet. I’ll have to tweak the spell a bit more for next time.” Victim notched an arrow and aimed at Tyrant. “Off with you, or there won’t be a next time~” Their voice was, as it always was, a dreamy sigh, despite the dark threat their words contained.” Tyrant glowered at Victim one last time before opening a dark, swirling portal with a swipe of his claws, stepping through just as Valentine sprinted past Victim and slashed her sword through the magical doorway and shattered it as well. Valentine took a moment to catch her breath, she a thing her sword so she could use both hands to sign: ‘Runaway, we grab, next meeting’. Roughly translated to spoken word, Victim knew Valentine was saying “He got away, but we’ll get him next time.” “I do hope so.” Victim sighed, putting a hand on Valentine’s shoulder. “These fights are getting harder to…” Valentine looked at Victim in confusion when they trailed off, then with a yelp grabbed Victim to steady them as they swooned to the side and nearly fainted to the floor. Valentine wanted to sign to ask if Victim was alright, but her hands were full and they looked nearly unconscious already. Victim’s expression was usually a dreamy, unfocused smile with a thousand yard stare, but their smile had dropped and their eyes were wide open, glancing around with shaking pupils. Valentine wasn’t the magic expert, all she could do was wait until color began to return to Victim’s face, their smile had returned, eyes still jittery but at least getting calmer. “...I’m alright.” They said finally. “That wraith…I think Tyrant used a spell to make me drain more love magic than I normally would. That’s going to be a problem if he finds a host with real hatred in their heart.” Valentine rarely expressed fear, but seeing the effect just one little mouse had on Victim, it terrified her to think of what would happen if she hadn’t been here in time. Her thoughts were cut short by Victim putting their head on her shoulder. “Your love is…so warm….and….stable…” They sighed and hugged Valentine tight. “Your aura…feels like home…!” Valentine blushed, but then cleared her throat and tried to look like she wasn’t embarrassed by the public display of affection. Victim needed hugs, it was for medical reasons, so hugs they would receive! Valentine slung an arm under Victim’s legs and hoisted them up into a bridal carry. “O-oh—!” Now it was Victim’s turn to be embarrassed. “That’s too kind if you, Valentine…!” They placed a hand on their cheek and made a show of looking away in a maidenlike fluster. Valentine just rolled her eyes at the corny display and started back home, letting Victim relax into her arms as they recovered. They basked in their shared love, it gave them all the strength they needed to go face whatever tomorrow would bring. And if they exchanged a few pecks on the cheek when the other wasn’t paying attention, it was just their imagination, nothing to be embarrassed about.
https://www.mycenacave.com/adventures/manage/19539/umbrella-weather
Feedback: Nonnavlis cute bunny alert!!!! I love her outfit and expression, in your style she looks like the protagonist of a children’s picture book, about to go off on an adventure. Especially with that backpack, which I just noticed she’s wearing as I was writing. The details are subtle and they make the whole illustration feel a little more…I don’t know if the word im looking for is ‘tangible’ but I haven’t got a better one. Big thumbs up from me! Firkasa I don’t know a lot about felt or yarn based art, all I can say with certainty is that this is very cute, very round, soft borb. The white stitches on black are a bit distracting in places, but overall add to the cute factor. I hope felt crow enjoys that nice felt coffee and has a relaxing winter day. Nobo Really good, solid bust! The line work is incredible, especially on the neck…ruff…tie thing, looks like it would either belong on a uniform or be a fancy but acceptable modification to one. The ear is another thing, I have a lot of trouble with ears and there’s a noticeable density in detail there, it really looks like it has all the grooves that would be in a pointy ear shell.
Posted 01/15/22, edited 01/28/22
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New: Original: Scribe Circle: With his back stooped Grex shifted his grip with a grunt and trudged through the sandy expanse before him. The cool breeze of the night shifting the sands before him, and smoke and the spec of light of a fire still blazing from the crashed sabotaged ship at his back Calloused hands, blunt words, sharp eyes, sharp teeth, and a scowl. Grex had never considered himself kind. Never once had he thought to use the word to describe himself. He had never been nice, a good kid, no one had ever called him a helpful young man, or looked at him naturally kindly. There was no good will in the world that had surrounded his youth. He wasn’t good. He told himself throughout his life. And if he wasn’t good he wouldn’t have to expect anything good from life. His hopes would never be up. Always tempered and fair unlike anything else in life. “I’m not kind. ” A low chuckle sounds in his ear, “I wouldn’t…say that. Nev’r thought you’d be the sort ta save me?” Luka had finally woken up, and first thing the hero was doing was teasing him. Grex lets out a huff as he gentle shifts the hero’s position on his back once more. He rolls his eyes and grunts out in response, “Doesn’t mean anything.” He didn’t have enough energy to play any games with Luka or to make any witting comebacks, and he doubted Luka did either after pulling him out of the wreckage. “Yeah?” Luka’s voice croaked and cracked in his ear, and the scowl on Grex’s lips deepened. The sound of the heroes broken voice in his ear made his stomach twist, and his brow furrow at the thought of how fragile this man, this supposedly invincible hero, really was, “Then…why’re ya doin’ it?” He weakly asked. In his course forward Grex faltered in his step slightly, but kept going on. Grex had fought Luka time and time again. Some fights he won and some fights he lost, and sometimes they didn’t even do that. Sometimes thing were good and calm, and sometimes Luka actually laughed and smiled at him. He was one of the few people who did. But never had he seen Luka look like how he did now. He had never seen this annoying, invincible human look so…mortal and pitiful before. His head was pressed against the expanse of Grex’s back, his limbs limp and covered in dirt and ash at his sides and swinging with each uneven step the Talmarian took back toward the nearest civilization. “I owe you.” Luka mutters out his voice tired, and his eyelids flickering open and closed as sleep wished to take his body once again. “No. No, you don’t.” Grex gritted out as a new twist in the pit of his stomach tore through him. Panic filled him as the lines began to blur. But it didn’t matter anymore in this moment as Luka’s eyes drifted closed, his energy spent for the time being, and his entire body calling out for rest. Peaceful, even breaths were heard in Grex’s ear as he walked further through the desert with the hero carried upon his back.
With his back stooped Grex shifted his grip with a grunt and trudged through the sandy expanse before him. The cool breeze of the night shifting the sands before him, and smoke and the speck of light, the fire still blazing from the crashed sabotaged ship at his back. Calloused hands, blunt words, sharp eyes, sharp teeth, and a scowl. Grex had never considered himself kind. Never once had he thought to use the word to describe himself. He had never been nice, a good kid, no one had ever called him a helpful young man, or looked at him kindly. There was no good will in the world that had surrounded his youth. He wasn’t good. He told himself throughout his life and believed it. Because if he wasn’t good he wouldn’t have to expect anything good from life. His hopes would never be up. He would never be disappointed by what happened to him or what didn’t happen to him. Everything would always tempered and fair unlike anything else in life. “I’m not kind.” A low chuckle sounds in his ear, “I wouldn’t…say that. Nev’r thought you’d be the sort ta save me?” Luka slurred. He had finally woken up, and first thing the hero was doing was teasing him. Grex lets out a huff as he gently shifts the hero’s position on his back once more. A sigh of relief escaped him in those moments. Not that he wanted the hero to know. He rolls his eyes and grunts out in response, “Doesn’t mean anything.” He didn’t have enough energy to play any games with Luka or to make any witty comebacks. He doubted Luka did either after he had pulled his unconscious self out of the wreckage, but the human kept surprising him just like the day they met. “Yeah?” Luka’s voice croaked and cracked in his ear, and the scowl on Grex’s lips deepened. The sound of the heroes broken voice in his ear made his stomach twist, and his brows furrow together at the thought of how fragile this man, this supposedly invincible hero, really was, “Then…why’re ya doin’ it?” He weakly asked with words slurred from exhaustion. In his course forward Grex faltered in his steps slightly, but kept going on. Grex had fought Luka time and time again in the past. Some fights he had won and some fights he lost, and sometimes they didn’t even do that. Sometimes thing were good and calm, and sometimes Luka actually laughed and smiled at him as they just passed the time at some random bar and drank. Two anonymous people out in the big dark galaxy. He was one of the few people who did in his company. But never had he seen Luka look like how he did now. He had never seen this annoying, invincible human look so…mortal and pitiful before. “You just…” He faltered as the images of Luka’s still body beneath the wreckage flashed through his mind. It scared him, plain, and simple. That face that last smiled at him and treated him kindly, actually kindly, “You looked so pathetic.” He wanted to shrug, but didn’t as he knew jostling the hero anymore would hurt him, “I couldn’t let you be offed by someone other than me.” His head was pressed against the expanse of Grex’s back, his limbs limp and covered in dirt and ash at his sides and swinging with each uneven step the Talmarian took back toward the nearest civilization. “I owe you.” Luka mutters out his voice tired, and his eyelids flickering open and closed as sleep wished to take his body once again. “No. No, you don’t.” Grex gritted out as a new twist in the pit of his stomach tore through him. Panic filled him as the lines began to blur. He was a villain and Luka was a hero. He was bad and Luka was good. Everything had been black and white up to this point. Everything had been clear. He had known where he stood this morning…before he had heard that Luka’s ship had been tampered with. Even in the hot desert his next breath felt cold and frigid as it pricked and stabbed at his lungs, his chest, his heart. “You’re wrong.” Grex utters out. But it didn’t matter anymore as Luka’s eyes had drifted closed, his energy spent for the time being, and his entire body calling out for rest. Peaceful, even breaths were heard in Grex’s ear as he walked further through the desert with the hero carried upon his back. Everything was different and confusing now. His mismatched eyes glance toward the distant horizon. It was all muddled like the sun bleeding into the sky. Feedback Nonnavlis I love Honeysuckle’s pose here! She looks super adorable and the color palate is so nice and warm. It really adds to the overall adorable quality to the piece. teaunicorn I love how you made the skirt sparkle, especially with the use of the blue and purple sparkles! It really makes it pop! Your line work is super clean and I love some good solid and clean linework. Especially in those braids! I always have a hard time getting braids just right and making them line up properly, so that’s really nice to see! Firkasa That is such an adorable (forgive me since I’m not sure what the right term is) knitwork/patchwork(?) of Crow in scrubs! I love that you used white thread on all the separate pieces which gives it that handcrafted patchwork and loved quality to it. It’s just so cute I can’t over it! And the thin little thread (?) legs make it so charming! It’s just so charming and sweet all around! Laggingbehindreality I love the expression you drew on Dominic. It’s very strong and mischievous and I enjoy it a lot. It’s one of the points my eye is naturally drawn to. I also love how you did the rainbow stripes on them. The use of pastels as well as a more saturated pallet is really makes the piece pop overall.
Posted 01/17/22, edited 01/31/22
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Adventure: Soup, Stones, Snakes - Mapping the Cave Log
Feedback Nothing here yet…
Posted 01/22/22
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Posted 01/23/22
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its over here! it is also featuring soprano because i like to do stuff like this themed around one character. the old version is listed in the post as well! (although the old version is just a paragraph LOL)
![]() Soprano is a very old character, maybe around 2007 was her first iteration. Original works I’ve made of her are back at my parents’ house but this is me revisiting them and giving her that drasillis spin…. also I forgot I gave her tusks and horns so. maybe next time this prompt comes up I’ll improve this again LOL
i helped nyf out with her adventure by contributing art! it’s here but also in the second spoiler below:
![]() Feedback: Nonnavlis your depiction of api’s honeysuckle i just wanted to say is the cutest thing in the world. the dress, the pose, the expression with the lil blushy and the shy look to the side…. SO CUTE. i love how you draw, the textures and colors are so soft they look cuddly. to summarize: i love her, she looks great, i wanna go on adventures with her.
Posted 01/25/22, edited 01/31/22
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Revisiting a cartoon-ish design of Wolvera in a new medium!
Posted 01/25/22, edited 01/31/22
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I only chose this piece because I’d already drawn it 6 years apart, and 6 years had passed again, so it seemed apt! haha. But I haven’t improved much if at all here really—just switched styles! I’ve actually become a bit weaker with oeakaki style, if anything LOL. I wouldn’t part with my layers for anything these days.
Posted 01/25/22
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![]() ![]() Feedback: NonnavlisOF COURSE I HAVE TO GIVE FEEDBACK ON HONEYSUCKLE. She is absolutely so adorable! You got the colors perfect and the vibe and everything!!!! I absolutely love this rendition of her, I have nothing bad to say about her, she is SO perfect!! Thank you! FirkasaI love little Crow! I love making felt ornaments and creatures and this really reminds me of those! It’s so cute! I love the big stitches and the skinny little legs! I want to watch the feets swing back and forth wobble wobble!
Posted 01/29/22, edited 01/29/22
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found a super old drawing of an oc I did 5-6 years ago. I remember being super proud of it, lmao. Time flies! (And I also found out that imgur is amazing for storing this image for 5 years)
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Posted 01/30/22, edited 01/30/22
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Feedback: ok! I redrew my first ever fursona I designed back in 2007! I wanted to stay largely true to her original design but I made a few small changes! I’ve been wanting to revive some of my old designs out of a lil nostalgia so this was a perfect chance to do that :D. The piece of art in particular that I redrew was from 2011. I’m really proud of my new version which demonstrates a lot of the changes I’ve been making to my style in the last two years or so. <3 ![]()
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Firkasa I love the use of the string to make a cartoony exaggerated shape for the legs, and I also like how good the readability of the design is due to your use of the different colours/stitches to help break the black up a lil bit. <3
Posted 01/30/22, edited 01/31/22
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Posted 01/30/22, edited 01/31/22
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Feedback welcome~
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Posted 01/30/22, edited 01/31/22
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feedback YESSS DRAG MEEE :clap: Andy & Ari were dropped off at an orphanage at 4. They waited eight long years, but no one ever adopted them, so on their 12th birthday they were sent to their Royal Academy. With a newfound purpose, and the chance to compete, they quickly dedicated themselves to the Academy, constantly vying to outdo eachother, comparing total missions and monsters killed and grades and whatever else they could. Andy preferred the arts, and saw expression and communication to be the most important, whereas Ari focused on science, believing that understanding the world around them was the most important thing.
tbf this is 1/3 of the bio for one of the kids LMAO tw death Neither Andy nor his sister Ari know anything about this - as far as they know, they were born into the orphanage they’d grown up in. It’s not a great place. But they don’t know anything better. Sometimes people would come in, prospective parents, but they almost never actually adopted anyone - and if they did, it was almost always humans. They quickly learned to hide when someone came in searching for Hybrids specifically - it was uncommon, but always bad news. Still - it was hard for Andy not to dream, always poking his head around the corner, wide-eyed, hoping the nice woman who had come in would see him and his sister, fall in love, take them somewhere warm and safe and they could live a normal life, like in the movies he’d watch on the barely functional VHS they had in the main room. ![]()
Feedback: i love you, reader. romantically. we are getting married in the fall. get ready.
Posted 01/31/22, edited 01/31/22
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Scribe circle: Not much is known about Rood Galatine’s life before he arrived in Eorzea. He hails from the Dotharl tribe of the Azim Steppe and was pushed around by bigger and stronger Auri growing up. Rood was not a very skilled member of the tribe and couldn’t really provide for them, so he left with an axe in the hopes of finding something he was good at. He wound up in Gridania, learning the ways of archery and the bard before being thrust into secret societies, secret powers, and plots to assassinate royalty. At first, the prospect of being a hero was enticing to Rood, so he chased it. Now, however, he warns wide-eyed, would-be Warriors of Light from the path. He has accepted his lot: his mental well-being sacrificed for the good of Eorzea. No one else should shoulder this kind of burden. His tribe better appreciate all the work he’s done to save their sorry asses. Over the course of his journeys, he’d seen so much horror and committed many atrocities himself, and the songs in his heart that would spur men to fight or weep died along with the hope of a simple, carefree life. Many of his beloved allies have fallen in his name, but he must continue to fight. He took up the gun in the hopes of regaining his prowess on the battlefield, that he might one day be able to rest, pick up his harp, and sing again. Now he stumbles along, aimless, going where the Scions tell him to go and fighting what people tell him to fight. He considers himself not as a person but as little more than a weapon at this point. Rood Galatine is an Au Ra of mystery. Ashamed of his experience in the Azim Steppe, Rood has made it a point to either avoid questions about his past or outright lie in response. In truth, he was considered the runt of his native tribe. Since he was born into the Dotharl tribe, one that thrives on unfettered violence and aggression, this very nearly caused his death many times. To make matters worse, he was never very good with the axe his past lives had favored, and he was often ridiculed by his peers for his incompetence and size. He’d always preferred the quiet reverence of the Qestir, and visited Reunion at every chance he got. Slowly, he began to save up money for passage to Kugane and, eventually, Eorzea. He picked up archery as a means of survival; a couple of years later, he picked up barding as a means of earning gil. He often accompanied mercenaries on their jobs to provide moral support, but the horrors he witnessed as a result curdled his heart. He couldn’t make himself sing, knowing how much death existed in Eorzea as well. Many of his beloved allies have fallen in his name, but he must continue to fight and earn gil. He took up the gun in the hopes of keeping his prowess on the battlefield, that he might one day be able to rest, pick up his harp, and sing again. But that would be a long time coming, since Rood considers himself little more than a walking weapon, going wherever the Scions tell him to go and fighting what they point him at. RP circle: ClearBright Your scribe circle entry was nice! I loved the detail of the marigolds in Jun-ho’s hand. I would, however, recommend a little more subtlety regarding the poverty Jun-ho lives in. Having Jun-ho think “well I CAN’T look at the clouds because I’m poor” feels a bit too on-the-nose. That said, I loved the details you added that colored Jun-ho’s relationship with his mother. This piece is well-written, and it makes me more curious about Jun-ho as a character. Well done!
Posted 01/31/22, edited 01/31/22
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Posted 02/01/22, edited 02/01/22
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