User blog:Arkan421/Collaborative RP Project: Eleven

Hello, RWBYfanon

I am Arkan421, and for the past three years, my close friend and I have been working on a "Collaborative RP" project set in the world of Remnant where everyone has a vote for what actions are chosen.

The following is a sample of what is to come this January.

And so, The Curtain Rises



https://youtu.be/NvTgRwJaAA8



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“Ah, so you want to hear a story, child?” The old woman slowly rocked back and forth on her rocking chair, reaching out with her thin, frail hands to turn on a small bedside lamp.



The old filament turned white as its light filled the small room while the woman slumped back into her chair, making sure her audience was prepared for the last story of the night.



Cracking her hands, she cleared her throat, “So where should we begin?”



“From the beginning, Great Gran!” cried the little girl from her bed, clutching her stuffed toy. “Tell me of what it was like before all of this. Of The War, and what happened after.”



Pale moonlight began to envelop the small room, shining brightly on the little girl’s light-hair like golden fleece, while the old woman’s strands of aged white shone like freshly fallen snow.



<p class="MsoNormal">“The War?” The woman adjusted the worn crimson hood over her head, “The War was a thing before my time, I’m afraid… but I do know one story of what happened sometime after.”

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<p class="MsoNormal">With beaming eyes, the girl almost jumped out of her bedsheets and quickly sat attentively at the bedside.

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<p class="MsoNormal">“Are there pirates? Oh, how about dragons! Those are always the best stories.”

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<p class="MsoNormal">A wide grin formed on the woman’s wrinkled face as she tried to hold in her laughter.

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<p class="MsoNormal">“No, no. No pirates, or dragons.”

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<p class="MsoNormal">An answer to which the girl could only quietly mumble to herself, crossing her arms in disappointment.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Placing an aged hand of reassurance upon her shoulder, “Now, now, child. This story is just as good.”

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<p class="MsoNormal">And so the old crone began her tale, slowly reminiscing in memories long since passed like a sandcastle to the tide.

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<p class="MsoNormal">“Twenty years or so after The War, on an island southeast of the Kingdom of Atlas, and northwest of Vacuo. A war broke out which would result in an order of brave knights struggling to survive-“

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<p class="MsoNormal">“Uhh…Great Gran, there isn’t an island between Atlas and Vacuo….” the girl interrupted as politely as she could, “It’s just open waters.”

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<p class="MsoNormal">The old woman frowned, “You wanted a story of what happened after The War. You never said anything about whether or not geographical details made sense. So please don’t interrupt, dearie.”

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<p class="MsoNormal">Clutching her stuffed toy, the girl quickly went silent.

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<p class="MsoNormal">“As I was saying,” the crone resumed, “This is a story of the war that erupted on the island of Scintilla, a war that would shatter the order of knights, ruin countries, and change the island’s fate forever. At the time, many Scintillans thought they were witnessing a conflict that would end quickly and with little bloodshed, especially after The War just a few years ago. ‘How could such horror come after such a tumulus time?’ They asked themselves. Little did they know, the Scintillan War would be their……”

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<p class="MsoNormal">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CaHEWdv2Gw0

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<p class="MsoNormal">Days of Ruin – Prologue

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<p class="MsoNormal">Project Eleven coming Jan. 2017

<p class="MsoNormal">Stay updated on my friend's twitter: https://twitter.com/Venator_QM