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Lorien - CE - OC

Posted on: Nov 27, 2020
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SOrry i'm uploading this kind of late but uh yeah.

Anyway this is an entry for LadyKatana's contest!!

I'm part of Woodland Division, and so I did one of the mushroom people :D
Anyway this is the format thing for her:

Name: Lorien
Gender: Female
Species: Mushroom people
Age: 14
Occupation: Cartographer (she often uses her skills to map out and design gardens, treehouses and homes for citizens of the forest)
Making this one: ShadowElf

There's a small backstory which I'll probably leave in the comments that explains roughly what happens to her after the festival sort of... fails. I won't give too much away but you can find the (AMAZING) story by Spo0py here:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1XegUFYQS3WBOVdF2XSF6SHs9RDOs6Ul40gMKiaaPnIg/edit

Once again sorry I'm uploading this kinda late, but I believe it's still within the deadline!

Anyway this is the link to the overall contest:
https://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/15642977/the-contest-/

I think that's it sorry for long desc :)
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Comments: 11

langzoie
It's beautiful!!!!!!!!!!
poutato
Eeeek this is amazing! Omg the story u wrote about her was great, I love itttt aaaaaaa
Great job <3
ShadowElf
That's the end, uhm sort by oldest if you want to read it properly!
ShadowElf
Standing here now, trying to catch my breath, I glance back to the village Im now on the other side, where the forest is currently unharmed, and from what I can see, theres no one left. The ground is black as tar, and the houses have been burnt to the ground. What could do this? I thought to myself. And then, like a bullet, it hit me. What I had to do. Where I had to go.

The treehouse.
ShadowElf
The North side of the forest that surrounded our village green as far as the eye could see was blackening. The undergrowth crumpled and brought the trees down with it, and smoke floated off the ashen remains of what had once been a beautiful place. As suddenly had they had rushed forward, the crowd now forced me back. Hands on my shoulders, shoving me into another person I stumbled, ducked down, and I ran.
ShadowElf
The heat starting to get to me, I reached down and splashed some of the cool water on my face, hoping for some relief from the stuffy village. But the water was sickly lukewarm, and as I tried to get out, shrieks erupted from those around me. I spun, trying to get my bearings, to catch a sense of what was going on and then I saw it.
ShadowElf
The crowd, which had previously been kept behind the smooth stone paving that covered the floor around the fountain, began to spill into the square. I was shoved and ushered towards the front as everyone around me surged forward. I struggled against elbows that barged into me and I nearly toppled into the fountain.
ShadowElf
It was a few hours in, when the distractions and reunions were over and people were on edge and waiting for the God to appear, that a wave of worry began to ripple throughout the crowd. Low murmurs were carried on the gentle breeze that flowed across sticky summer air, and when the God still refused to appear, the people began to panic.
ShadowElf
Earlier today, everyone had gathered together for the annual festival - a cheerful period occurring over about a week, shortly before the Summer Solstice. There was dancing, laughing, exchange of food and gifts laid out on the village fountain. These were offerings of nature for the God of the Undergrowth, whose presence was said to appear on the Sunday which marked the beginning of the festival.
ShadowElf
As the village erupted into a riot, I fled the square.

The forest was the only place to run. I tumbled headfirst into the dense greenery, my boots caked in mud and my hair whipping my face. As I tried not to think of the ruined festival Id left behind, the stitch in my side forced me to slow down. I leant against a tree, panting, and allowed the fear filled thoughts to flood in. Slowly, unsurely, I began to reorder them. What happened. Why. When.