1 minute ago, WonderWAAAGH said:

I teach social science for a living.

I knew this was coming 😂 👍🏼

21 hours ago, A1win said:

Just a reminder...

None of the stories posted so far fall between 500 and 1000 words.

The point I'm making isn't trying to ruin the fun of this, but if the rule wasn't enforced, it would be kind of unfair for people who will put in the extra effort to follow the word count requirement.

Don't worry, I corrected it.

Daily bump, and...

Happy Turkey Day, folks!

End date: January first.

Hope I can find the right mindset and time before the deadline!

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I'm a lover, not a writer

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Just now, Palpster said:

I'm a lover, not a writer

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Tell me a love story, then. One that involves your archon.

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Early morning bump.

Only a couple stories so far, and just shy of a month left to go!

So far we have only what, 3 submissions? Let's get some more in before the end of the month!

Cheat Heriolfr Sharkdrinker

Heriolfr headed to the high stakes table at Dr Escotera’s Emporium with the Bloody money he’d extorted earlier in the day. The Archon game of choice was called Kalempa and Heriolfr wasn’t normally terribly good at it. He had however learned how to cheat extremely well at the game and he had spare cards up his sleeves, in pockets and any other number of places to aid him in the game. Additionally he had a Witch of the Eye that he’d enslaved from the Untamed faction chained up and feeding him information on his opponent’s hand.

The other players at the table were a rather rough looking Archon who seemed down on his luck, an Archon dressed to the nines in Sanctum armour and another fellow who had ties with the Brobnar that Heriolfr knew as Mugwump. Heriolfr used his familiar tactic of playing softly at first with his cheating ways, not taking too much advantage at the start to encourage the others to bet with more abandon, believing that they could take him.

It was not long before the rough looking Archon was out of money and he retired to the bar to try and cadge a drink off anyone who would hear his sob story. Gradual attrition of his funds saw Mugwump also leave the game in a huff. He’d be spitting fire for while Heriolfr knew, but he’d be back here tomorrow night stronger than ever in funds and wanting to play again. Heriolfr’s nose twitched in anticipation as the size of the pot grew in the last hand and having just palmed two Aces in exchange for some do nothing cards he was confident that he had the win. He decided to go all in to clear out his opponent.

The man didn’t have enough to cover the bet in front of him Heriolfr knew, but he was taken aback when the man produced a vial from his pocket.

“This is a vial of Inspiration. Extremely rare and potent. I would like to use this to cover the rest of your bet.” The Sanctum aligned archon said to him. Heriolfr didn’t mind. He knew he was going to win anyway and that only sweetened the pot.

“Fine.” He told his opponent. “Show me what you have.”

The man revealed his cards. “Full Archon.” He told Heriolfr. It was an impressive hand, but Heriolfr had cheated himself better.

“Unlucky. I have quad Aces. I think you’ll find that I win.” Heriolfr said ungraciously.

“You’re a cheat!” The Archon accused him.

“Prove it!” Heriolfr hit back. He knew that the do gooder Knight couldn’t and he picked up his winnings smugly and left to go home to Mother.

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On his way back home Heriolfr was attacked by a rather viscious looking Neutron Shark. It was not something that he was used to fighting, but Heriolfr liked fighting and calling on the Blood of the Titans he gave the shark an almighty punch, knocking its lights out and then sending out a Seeker Needle to finish the thing off. He was sure that it must have been sent by his angry opponent at the card table and to teach him a lesson he looted the body and then he left the thing in the street for the other Archon to find.

The Archon that he cheated cursed as he rounded the corner to see if his assassin was still alive, but to his dismay the creature was well and truly dead.

“I’ll have my revenge on you Heriolfr one way or another!” The Archon promised aloud and an idea formed in his mind and he headed off to find the other losers from the card game.

*********

The next day Heriolfr headed back to Dr Escotera’s Emporium to play cards again. Mugwump had calmed down and was once again flush with money that he could fleece from him. The female Archon was sat in the corner talking to the unkempt man.

“Playing again today?” Heriolfr asked. Mugwump nodded and offered to buy him a drink. Pleased at the offer, Heriolfr accepted and asked for a Hearty Ale. Mugwump nodded to the barman, requesting a special Ale for his friend. Stiffly the barman moved to oblige. Something was odd, but Heriolfr couldn’t put his finger on what it was. He shrugged and took the beer and gulped it down in one go. It had a strange meaty fishy taste to it; not at all what he was used to.

From under the bar the Sanctum aligned Archon stood up, crossbow still in hand.

“I said I’d get my revenge one way or another. Not only are you are cheat Heriolfr, but you’re also a Sharkdrinker. That’s what I’ll call you from now on. Cheat Heriolfr Sharkdrinker. Next time I see you in here it won’t be a shark you’ll be drinking, it’ll be something far worse and potentially fatal. You might want to drink some of that inspiration now, cos it might give you the idea that there’s quite a few people here pissed with you.”

Cheat Heriolfr Sharkdrinker didn’t need inspiration to know that getting out of the place quick was perhaps the wisest course. There were after all plenty of other bars he could go to and plenty more mugs around he could cheat out of their assets.

https://www.keyforgegame.com/deck-details/b9de558c-ffb1-4096-a253-4a5c64782e2c

Hope I'm allowed a second entry 🙂

This is my deck with 2 different Mavericks in!

So... who won?

Apologies to my entrants for not getting back to this sooner! It's been a busier new year than I anticipated, and a rough bout of stomach flu hasn't helped. I will announce the winner and ship product soon. Thanks for being patient!

Are you looking to do a new version for 2019?

He still hasn't finished the previous one yet!

On 11/20/2018 at 11:30 AM, backupsidekick said:

Silverther staggered through the entry way, the sun blinding as it fell through the open skylight, the cheers of the crowd deafening and pounding in his ears. The last Brob lite was probably the one that did him in. What was he to do, though? Last night was a raucous going away part for Tabris, the brews were flowing and everyone was having a grand time, but he had tickets to attend the games today and he wasn't going to pass these great seats for a little hangover. That little hangover, turned out to be a little bit of a problem, nothing the hair of the dog couldn't handle, so Silverther started early that morning with some brews he got from Charette hoping that would relieve some of the tension, but to no avail. The vendor served him his 5th, or 9th Brob lite, and by now the stadium was spinning. Fortunately this gave the positive impact of relieving the pounding in his brains turning his wise mind into Logos test goo. "pard'm me finm spur, bud, cerd you pont me in'd derectn of 103? I semd loss my place 'n I ned go back to'm seat".

Silverther couldn't be bothered by the rudeness of this silent amigo, regardless of the fact that it was an easily recognizable cutout of Noddy, he gave it a hard shove as he walked away. "Fine, 'f you be no hep, then I'fin my way onmyown"

Silverther wandered down one aisle, and then the next. He found the restroom, fortunately just before it was too late, unfortunately it was also the concessions stand and he had defiled all of the remaining assorted cooked meats.

At one point, one of the attendees of the game pointed out that Silverther was breaking the rules. Although he had tried his best to make sure he wasn’t bothering anyone, he still missed the sign on the entry that stated that all guests need to adhere to a strict 500-1000 word minimum and maximum so as not to be escorted outside. Silverther paid the sign no attention, and before the day was up he was just short of the word count by nearly 200 words! Although this wouldn’t have been much of a problem under normal circumstances, this was a championship game, and the stakes were much higher. When someone pointed out to him that he was far too short on words, he decided that he would correct his actions so that he could enjoy the game further, if he could ever locate his seats.

“Thak you s’much mr. Awyn, I ha no idea I wuz breakin’ a rules, an I cood ‘ve missed out on this great fun time. I din mean to ruin anyons day, jus tryin a have good time. You tryin have good time too?”

Mr Awyn moved along. He meant no harm, he simply wanted everyone to enjoy their time at the championship, and everyone to have fair access. Mr. Awyn was a good man, or person, or however Awyn identified theirself.

Alas he was unable to identify his seats before the game ended.

When the security found him passed out cuddling one of the giant stuffed Niffle apes in the merchandise booth they kicked him out and gave him his now prominently known name:

" Silverther, the Navigator of the Stadium "

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner! Apologies again to all the entrants for taking my sweet @#$ time getting around to this; you put in the time and energy to craft some terrific stories, I should have put in the time and energy to address them sooner. I'm ashamed of myself, frankly, for not having done so.

@backupsidekick Message me so we can get the ball rolling on your prize. You should have had it a month ago!

On 1/11/2019 at 5:36 PM, Rabbitball said:

Are you looking to do a new version for 2019?

Possibly, but only if I can get FFG to sticky the thread this time. I was holding out hope for more than 4-5 stories over the course of 2+ months. Still, I'm always excited to see how creative people can be in explaining their Archon's title.

On 1/30/2019 at 12:25 PM, Gavken said:

He still hasn't finished the previous one yet!

Yeah, that's my bad. 😞

9 hours ago, WonderWAAAGH said:

Possibly, but only if I can get FFG to sticky the thread this time. I was holding out hope for more than 4-5 stories over the course of 2+ months. Still, I'm always excited to see how creative people can be in explaining their Archon's title.

I was going to put one in, but I didn't find out about it until after the deadline (mainly because it wasn't stickied to the top ). So I was hoping to get into the next round. Tordynnar's story must be told!

So my story for Silverther, Navigator of the Stadium won the Archon Short Story contest and I was sent 2 decks. One of the deck was none other than Silverther's Cousin: J. U. Airor of the Cautious Colosseum.

Now, as many of you may, or may not know, the Silverther's and the Airor's have been at arms ever since the whole pro-archon events back in 1212 XG, the year of our great lord Xylio the Great. You see, there was a bid for where the games would be held, Silverther Stadium, or Airor Colosseum. In the end, of course, the Silverther's won out the bid, with a much larger facility with better foods, cuisine is always something people miss when they are novices in the industry.

Either way, thank you @WonderWAAAGH for holding this competition. Below are the deck lists for the 2 decks that were sent to me.

https://www.keyforgegame.com/deck-details/f342bf6d-cdec-41af-a232-2fa71838b671

https://www.keyforgegame.com/deck-details/df3a7f28-c261-45bb-9321-51cf5d1830d7