Is there a word limit?
So it can vary from a one line pub-gossip quip to a sprawling newspaper article?
Is there a word limit?
So it can vary from a one line pub-gossip quip to a sprawling newspaper article?
Posted By Maulvorn at 10:09 AM - Thu Jul 27 2017
Is there a word limit?
So it can vary from a one line pub-gossip quip to a sprawling newspaper article?
There is no word limit.
However, a one line entry will not garner many points from our judges.
Though, if the entry was written as a descriptive passage with that one line as the only spoken part it would still garner points depending more on descriptive prose and creativity of the rumor and scene.
Posted By Cheshireone at 6:13 PM - Thu Jul 27 2017
Posted By Maulvorn at 10:09 AM - Thu Jul 27 2017
Is there a word limit?
So it can vary from a one line pub-gossip quip to a sprawling newspaper article?
There is no word limit.
However, a one line entry will not garner many points from our judges.
Though, if the entry was written as a descriptive passage with that one line as the only spoken part it would still garner points depending more on descriptive prose and creativity of the rumor and scene.
I was planning to make some kind of Gossip paragraph that could be heard if you stumble into your average tavern,
Posted By Maulvorn at 10:33 AM - Thu Jul 27 2017
I was planning to make some kind of Gossip paragraph that could be heard if you stumble into your average tavern,
That sounds great, we look forward to reading it.
I would like to add for public awareness that the Church of Mann and the House of Crows will be hosting further contests as well further on down the line. So if you don't win now, there's still plenty of prizes coming up.
The original. xD
We're pushing back the deadline for the contest so that we can get some entries.
Countess Rheika, of Hartland County, of the Kingdom of Vornair, has engaged in which witchcraft of the darkest sort. A patron at the Dagger and Crone Inn and Tavern witnessed the countess enter the basement of the Inn, empty-handed, but as she left she had a burlap sack, cinched off with a rough twine.
The bag was moving, as if there were a small animal attempting to break free.
This witness, followed the dubious Countess many miles to a hilltop where a coven of old hags waited.
Rheika reached into the burlap sack and pulled out a common barn owl, alive and flapping its wings. The gathered hags began to chant an ancient and cursed muttering.
Lifting the bird-of-prey over her head, the Countess screamed as she bit the bird's neck. She slurped greedily at the blood as the chants grew louder and louder. The witness warily retreated from the scene, as no good can come from a coven of witches.
~ Paddy Bardic
