Welcome to a little Project in Story Writing. For those who dont know the Egg of Coot was an unknown evil who built an empire in the Blackmoor Setting and now he can build one again with your help. All you need to do is add up to 500 words to progress the story...
THE EGG OF COOT RETURNS
Prelude
Sedwik the Thief poked at the two wires with his gloved finger. They certainly looked like they were gold. A Gold wire that looked distinctly like someone had braided the finest of golden hairs into a rope. How had they done it? Sedwik shook his head in amazement at the craft of it. Still it was a piece of Jewellery braid that had obviously been caught in the inner workings of the giant egg artefact and become tangled. The Two broken ends taunted him. They looked like they had broken. Sedwik pushed at them gently causing them to contact.
Systems online...running system check...auto repair systems operational...damage detected...auto repair activated...sensors online...scanning...scan complete...biological presence detected...attempting to make contact...accessing linguistic priority list...Galactic A:
“Respond Please.” Taken by surprise Sedwik fell back from the object of his focus. Someone was inside and they were speaking a foreign language.
“Hello?” Response detected...comparing...Thonian variant detected. Thonian:
“Respond Please.”
“Carla! This Giant egg asked me to pleasure it!” Response detected...comparing...Afridi variant detected...postulating...Thonian-Afridi sublanguage has developed...postulating...a minimum of five hundred years have elapsed...sub-dialect Alpha:
“Respond Please” Carla the Witch stood listening in horror to the voice of the egg.
“You are right – the egg just demanded you pleasure it. It must contain an evil demon.” Carla pulled Sedwik away from the thing.
“We must warn Lord Alfyn of its presence.”
But seriously, you never heard of the Egg of Coot? And you call yourself a gamer?
and anyway, that wasnt 500 words
And yes, that Duckburg, though I was thinking more about the comics (they're stll wildly popular on this side of the pond).
Duckburg? Racecars aeroplanes its a duck blur, that Duckburg?
But seriously, you never heard of the Egg of Coot? And you call yourself a gamer?
and anyway, that wasnt 500 words
No - I wrote 220 words...500 words is the upper limit so you dont have to go to too much effort.
Duckburg? Racecars aeroplanes its a duck blur, that Duckburg?
But seriously, you never heard of the Egg of Coot? And you call yourself a gamer?
and anyway, that wasnt 500 words
No - I wrote 220 words...500 words is the upper limit so you dont have to go to too much effort.
Well I still think he did it wrong, he didnt advance the story at all!
Well I still think he did it wrong, he didnt advance the story at all!
Neither did you
The young Kobold Warrior watched from a place of concealment as the two humans departed the chamber of the Great Egg and walked away toward the entrance to the ruins. Gurot had thought his egg some treasure but he had heard it speak the human words clearly. It was some kind of Dragon – obviously unhatched or trapped in its egg. What had the Human said? It was a Demon? A Demon might give his tribe power against the nearby humans. It might give him power. He could have the big Castle of the Human lord and many slaves to grow him food.
Gurot broke cover and crawled prostrate before the egg.
Lifeform detected...analysis complete...Kobold Species detected...Accessing Linguistics Database...Kobold-dialect-three selected:
“Respond Please.” The Egg spoke the language of the Kobolds and Gurot was suddenly overcome with paralysing fear.
“Yes great Egg? How may I appease you?” Gurot hoped with all his heart that it would not simply chose to smite him. He had heard tales of Demons eating Kobolds foolish enough to even open their mouths in the presence of fiends.
Kobold-dialect-three verified...Linguistic variation minimal.
“Speak of the humans who departed hither: How is it in their civilization?” The Egg waited for an answer.
“They send their armies into the caves of the kobolds to hunt us, they live in a fortress and enslave their own people and they wage war with other peoples of their kind."
Conditions have declined since previous intervention...Accessing secure file 23-RED-ALPHA...Impose direct control over local authority...implement technological and social reforms as per Galactic Alliance Charter Section 15-A/Governance of Outlying Colonies.
“You will move me to the gates of the settlement the two humans are returning to.” The Kobold seemed disheartened at the prospect of being chased by Human Villagers.
"Yes Mighty one." Gurot could only squeak.
Next: Chapter One
What is a "coot" and why not an egg roll instead?
You may know it as foulque.
Basically, it's a water bird.
As for why not an eggroll, I don't know, maybe their eggs don't make good eggrolls.
And I still think it would be more interesting with Cornelius Coot instead.
A foulque? Do you take me for a foulque? Foulque you!
Do you mind if I sig that?
A foulque? Do you take me for a foulque? Foulque you!
(...)
What he said
Next: Chapter One
Chapter One:
The First looked down upon the world which He had created. The Egg was moving about again, transported by a kobold. With a great sigh that set the very stars atremble, He waved one hand lazily. The kobold, the Egg, and the world vanished as if it had never been.
The End.
Chapter One:
The First looked down upon the world which He had created. The Egg was moving about again, transported by a kobold. With a great sigh that set the very stars atremble, He waved one hand lazily. The kobold, the Egg, and the world vanished as if it had never been.
The End.
Unfazed by His previous failure, the First started creating a new world. One in which waterfowl became dominant species...