The battle is

Chatterbox: Inkwell

The battle is

The battle is fast approaching.

Then again, so are we.

Closing in, possibly enchroaching,

Soon the two shall be three. 

submitted by A majestic beast
(April 8, 2019 - 4:14 pm)




I said stop! 

You can't run Savin...

The reflection stares down the real

For he is the one who can feel

His hands are fists

His will is missed 

as the glass shatters

and reveals that it does not matter

the corruption has already begun. 


I wish to help
I wish to guide
I wish to trust
I wish for my soul to be mine 

These wishes will not come true, 
without help from you.
Friend of silver,
friend of life.

We shall rise,
as the wise
the silver
and the sky.

submitted by Captain of the Guard, age & Tarlik, but that is off topic
(April 8, 2019 - 8:49 pm)
submitted by ToPPPidyOp
(April 10, 2019 - 2:14 pm)

The tower looms.

We are near.

We will fight

For what is dear.

Blackness of shadow,

I challenge you!

You hold my friend's

Life so new.

But not for long,

I can assure.

For dark will die

Before the Pure. 

submitted by A majestic beast
(April 10, 2019 - 2:30 pm)
submitted by Top
(April 10, 2019 - 2:34 pm)

~Right-left, right-left

marching to the boistrous beat

Of music

hold fast, steady now

let out the war-cry bitter-sweet

Of song

the beautiful things they tried to take from us

the colorful things they shrouded in shadow

the meaningful things they left to collect dust

are what we will fight them with now

Us three alone, but as if an army behind us

for three are plenty to erase dark nothingness

for we are something and we have light~

submitted by Kiwi, The featherglimmerseeker
(April 11, 2019 - 10:07 am)

~A figure approaches

It crumples to the ground

My companions rush forward


"Take me back," she pleads

A familiar tone

But cracked and weak


Ashen faced and soiled clothes

Another crumples beside

Another familiar figure rasps


"Where are they?" comes a booming cry

It is cold

"They've escaped!" shouted another, deep


By now the first hostage has come to her feet

Silver disbelievingly squeaks



submitted by Kiwi, The featherglimmerseeker
(April 29, 2019 - 4:43 pm)

The blue amulet shimmers

bringing back glimmers

of song.

Conflicted the guard stands

should he fight? Flee?

The Silver turns 

eyes wide as she sees.

The guard makes his choice

not to fight or flee

but to let go.

To be free.


Light forms around the Captain as he lifts the amulet over his head 

The silver beast yeilds a step, 

seeing the traitor,

the killer,

the king.

But he is not who he seems, 

no he is not who he seems.

His eyes drift to the amulet, resting in his palm then, 

he holds his hand twords the Jay silently,



submitted by Captain of the Guard
(April 30, 2019 - 9:41 am)
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(May 2, 2019 - 3:13 pm)
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(May 6, 2019 - 11:04 am)
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(May 10, 2019 - 10:12 am)
submitted by @a majestic beast
(May 12, 2019 - 4:04 pm)
submitted by @Kiwi
(May 12, 2019 - 4:04 pm)
submitted by Tarlik Top
(May 15, 2019 - 9:59 pm)
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(May 18, 2019 - 11:19 pm)
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(May 20, 2019 - 1:10 pm)