These are all really cool, guys! Sorry about the delay, I'll be judging on Sunday.

RE-OPENING!!!

I'll join… I'm a rotten writer but I will do my best.

The woodland lay thick as a flying wolf walked down the overgrown path. A light fog had settled as the overwhelming greedwood scent filled the cool air. "Thunder Clap!" Said Silver Streak. "Oh Thunder Clap where are you?" Thoughts where racing through her mind as she loped through the forest looking for this Thunder Clap. Suddenly the fog became turbid and more abundant. Silver Streak coughed. This was not fog but. " Smoke! No!No it can not be!" Silver Streak stoped in a clearing, she looked around her, everything was clothed in the turbid smoke. Bushes where barely in sight, and the trees where Gray with ash and soot.Than from the darkness of the woods two red eyes appeared, and along with the eyes came a horrendous snout with two scars, one on the top and one on the bottom. Silver Streak saw a white glair from the snout as her approacher grinned. His teeth where sharp and battle ready. " Oh Leemus help." Silver Streak whispered to herself.

"It's just you and me Silver Streak." The wolf took a step forward and a flame shot from his paw, igniting the grass around it. "There's no one here to save you." He had started circling her, leaving burnings patches  where his paws had been Silver Streak gasped. There among the trees and stumps she saw more eyes appear. "That's right… your out numbered. Give up while you still live!" "NEVER!" "Very well, prepare to meet Leemus!!!"  At that moment the wolf pounced pinning Silver Streak to the ground. "Oh Leemus help me!!!"

Sorry if it is too long, I get a little carried away sometimes. 

The wind was sharp, stinging everyone’s faces.The Warriors of Ice stood shoulder to shoulder, straight and tall. As they stood there, one of the members, a leader of some sort, began to call role. Suddenly there was a break in the pattern of names and answers. “Where’s Isla?” the captain asked in a growl, “Roga, go and find her!” A man left the group, running north-west. Two minutes later a girl appeared, skidding to a stop in front of the captain. “Isla! You’re late!” she said in a dangerous tone.

Isla pushed her long red hair out of her face and said, “I’m sorry Ourriana,  I thought you didn’t want me at the meetings any more.”

“How dare you use my first name!” the other girl shouted, her long black hair cracking in the wind like a whip, “I am your captain, and I can change my mind as I like!”

    Snow had started to fall and the delicate flakes landing on the icy ground made a perfect image of winter. Isla started to speak, “You don’t understand us Ourriana,” she said, “The Warriors of Ice weren’t created to rule winter, we’re supposed to protect it. And there’s more there are–” The captain interrupted by drawing her dagger, but Isla jumped out of the way and tried to continue, “There are others like us,” she said. Ourriana slashed; Isla did a backflip. Ourriana stabbed-into empty air.   Suddenly Isla was standing behind her. The captain turned on her with snow leopard-like fury and advanced, dagger at the ready.

    “That’s enough!” a voice shouted. A young man with icy blue eyes left the group of bystanders and walked angrily up to the two girls.

    “Tallor!” Ourriana said dangerously, “Butt out!” She stomped her foot and the snow falling became harshly cold.

Tallor didn’t even shiver, “If that’s the way you want it, Riana.” he said. He raised his hand. The wind rose and encased Ourriana in a cocoon of swirling air. “Now, are you going to listen to Isla?” he asked.

    “No.”Her eyes flashed.

    “Well then.” Tallor said, “as for your captaincy, The Code of Warriors says that a captain has to have long hair.” He drew his dagger and cut off Ourriana hair at her chin. “Now then,” he said, “What were you saying , Isla?”
    “We can’t continue like this. We’re not strong as a group. Each you is ambitious and power hungry. Winter is divided when we’re divided, and we need to change that.”

The other members of the order drew their daggers and pointed them to the sky, a sign of loyalty to their new captain.

Ill join.

Posting soon… I hope

Well I went overboard and wrote 717 words, you dont have to judge it but you can still read it.

A lone rider on a pure white
stallion galloped down the old dirt path in the heavily forested countryside of
Castle Telmarth. He was tall, strong, and heavily armed. The rider was an
emissary from King Ghvog, seeking an alliance with King Faroth, who ruled
Castle Telmarth. Castle Telmarth was huge. The outer walls were one hundred
feet tall, and they surrounded a keep, with walls one hundred fifty feet tall.
Inside the keep was the palace, and it towered two hundred feet tall, and then
had a twenty-foot spire with the standard of King Faroth. As the rider closed
the gap between himself and the castle, the huge oak doors of the castle began
to open. The doors of Castle Telmarth were not ordinary doors. These doors were
three feet thick, and towered twenty feet high. As the oaken doors came to a
stop, wide open, the iron portcullis behind the doors began to raise with a
high pitched CREEEEAAAK! By the time the portcullis was completely open, the
rider was fifty feet away from the castle. The stallion slowed as it entered
the castle. Immediately after the rider had entered, the portcullis slammed
shut with a smash. Soon afterwards, the oak doors thudded into their frames.

The rider was now trapped between
two gates, in a courtyard-like room with no escape. If the King felt threatened
by the rider’s presence, then the sentinels on the wall would shoot him with
their crossbows. He would not have time to lift a finger. However, the King did
not feel particularly frightened by this rider’s presence. The doors and
portcullis in front of the rider opened, and were replaced by 20 guards, each
pointing a spear at him. The rider was then escorted to the stables, where his
stallion was led into the foul smelling stalls. Now on foot, the rider was led
to the throne room, where King Faroth saw his guests. The moment the rider
stepped in the throne room, trumpets blared and a richly robed figure strode to
the ornate throne and sat down with a flourish of his cloak. The throne room
was decorated richly, with stain glass windows and plenty of gold and jewels.
The windows gave the room a deep blue tint.

“Prince Aros. I did not expect to
see you so soon,” the King said. His voice was deep, but pleasant.

“King Faroth,” Prince Aros bowed.
“My father, King Ghvog, seeks an alliance with you, King Faroth, against the accursed
Barbarians of the North.”

At the word “barbarians”, King
Faroth’s face became grave.

“Your skill in battle is widely
renowned. If you and your army were to fight alongside us, you would give us
the strength to defeat the barbarians, and your magicians would strengthen our
forces even more! Sometime you will have to go to war with them, you know that!
Why not do it now with us, rather than by yourselves, when all of us are
rotting in our graves?”

The king was silent for a moment,
then “You know I do not want to go to war.”

“Yes, but- “

“Why should I risk the lives of all
of my men and myself? What good will it do the world? The barbarians have never
bothered us.”

“Do you think that the barbarians
would leave you and your people alone after they destroy us? They won’t. They
won’t stop fighting until all of Ellevernien is under their control!”

The king was silent.

“Will you stay here and watch our
people die? Or will you help us?”

The king remained silent.

“I will not risk the lives of my
people.”

“But- “

“That is my final answer. Leave now
or I will set my guards upon you to throw you off the city walls!”

Prince Aros stormed out of the
throne room and ran to the stables, where he got his pure white stallion, whose
name was Arnaien, and galloped into the countryside. All that remained of the
prince was a plume of dust to the North.

I also started a thread in Inkwell about it, its called "New Fantasy Novel" and posted by Strider.

Oh, oops, the story I posted was too long. Here's an edited version if it's needed. 

The light from the small lantern illuminated the cave, revealing jagged overhangs and spiked rock formations protruding from the ceiling and ground. Marbled blue and green vines made their way up the rocky walls, the occasional vine hanging down from above.

Iris padded through the narrow walkway, avoiding stones and jagged rocks. She lifted her lantern higher, casting a beam of light like starlight across the cavern. She trod very lightly across the platform of stone, short black hair swaying in the drafty breeze which had somehow made it's way through a crack in the cave wall.

The pointed rocks had glowing dots on them, resembling stars in a night sky, and in fact, the small glowing dots were gently illuminating the entire area with a soft glow, again like starlight. It reflected off of Iris's azure tinted face, and danced in her turquoise eyes.

Iris almost missed it, it was so faint, so small. But the glowing orb just caught in her peripheral vision, and she turned her head slowly to take a better look at it. The little orb pulsed with light, like a heartbeat, and it rested in a sky bed seemingly made of stars. The silver Ubnis branches curved around to make a nest-like shape, and tiny Asters, the very souls of stars themselves, were woven into it. Iris reached out and touched the orb, still pulsing with same silvery blue beam, and inside Iris saw something move. Just the shadow of a shapeless form, but the form of a shape all the same.

And suddenly the silence overwhelmed her, and Iris felt the smallest tinge of fear since she entered the cave. But the next moment the fear was gone, replaced with intrigue, and Iris suddenly felt a deep connection with the glowing orb. Little did she know she held the life source of her entire universe in her hand.  

Leeli! You are the winner!!!! It was an amazing story that I just loved! Keep it up! Ide also like to mention Annabeth, Meggie and PheasantwithBooks were just amazing! You are such creative, amazing writers, I just couldn't stop reading them! Strider, even though yours was a liiiitle long and I couldn't judge it, was good! Everyone, you are such amazing, talented writers that you really should go further with it. You made it really hard to judge! Leeli, I'm sorry, I may not have time to do the fantasy RP, as I said, I'm very busy, but next RP I make, you can be the MC. I'll write a thread to you next RP I make, reminding you that you can be the MC if you want. If you request, your charrie can be the MC in my tiny person RP. Good luck everyone, and keep on writing. Everyone, I can't believe how talented you are!

Leeli, I can't get over your amazing story!