The same loud banging of the door brought Nora back into consciousness. Her eyes shot open, and her body would've rocketed upwards, but her muscles screamed when she tried to shift herself into a sitting position. She opted to let her head thunk back down on the steel floor of wherever she had been taken. Still slightly bleary, she looked down. Nora had Jel still cradled tightly in her arms. Upon this revelation, Nora squeezed the slime ever so slightly, grateful for the comfort of something familiar that she provided.
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Aug 16, 2016NintyStar posted a message on Life as a Mob: Advent of Steve (Minecraft-Based RP) [Currently Accepting]Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
Jun 23, 2016Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
//I mean, sure, why not.
Name: Nora Tyren
Personality: Jaded and cynical, low patience for anybody that puts their own life or the lives of others at risk, even in an apocalyptic situation.
Weapons: Carbine rifle, survival knife
Other: Grew up hunting pheasant with her grandfather and uncle, skilled with a rifle.
Feb 21, 2016NintyStar posted a message on Life as a Mob: Advent of Steve (Minecraft-Based RP) [Currently Accepting]Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
Nora had been wandering towards the village of Teft for three days, now. She could've arrived in the town much quicker had she just teleported, but she loved to walk on foot and take in the scenery around her. In the distance, she spotted Teft beginning to grow on the Horizon. She glanced towards the sky and looked at the sun. Judging by the distance she was from the safe haven and the current pace she was traveling, she would arrive by sundown, a thought that pleased her. She hoped there would be a big enough bed for her to sleep on comfortably. Nora tugged at her cape, pulling the sand-weathered fabric tighter around her. Her long fingers grazed the Ender Pearl clasping the cloak together. With a contented expression, she continues her path to Teft.
Mar 19, 2015NintyStar posted a message on The Tale of the Queen [Dark] [Violence] [In Progress]Posted in: Literature
Thanks so much for your input! Actually, this chapter was originally uploaded to my tumblr, and was uncensored there. When I transferred the document, the site censored the word. You're actually the first person to point that out
Mar 13, 2015Hello, friends. I would like to share some links with you to my art.Posted in: Other Fan Art
http://nintyart.tumblr.com/tagged/nintyart - This link is to my main blog's art tag, where I upload all sorts of different drawings.
http://askqueenninty.tumblr.com/tagged/pretty-pictures - This link is to my ask blog's picture tag, which has all of my uploaded art that pertains to the characters on that blog. This art is typically not uploaded to my main blog.
Sep 14, 2014NintyStar posted a message on The Tale of the Queen [Dark] [Violence] [In Progress]Hello, and welcome to the thread for portions of the narrative of Queen Ninty, the ruler of Fyren, a region of Minecraftia governed by the Queen and her Court of Stone.Posted in: Literature
The Queen was a fearsome woman, with dark brown hair cascading down her back. Her cold blue eyes shone prominently against her pale, freckled skin. She sat high on her throne, her right hand always curled around the hilt of her diamond sword. She wore black leather boots that laced up the outside, black fingerless gloves with a purple band around the wrist, and a black corset with gold inlays over a violet dress so short that it would’ve been a *****’s attire if she couldn’t execute you for saying so. Her golden crown, perched atop her head and inlaid with violet gemstones, was as sharp as her mind.
Some say the crown has driven The Queen mad. Some insist she was mad before she ever came to power.
Ninty shot up in bed, gasping for breath as a cold sweat gripped her body. The moonlight drifting through the window glinted off her damp, naked form. Her chest swelled as she took in deep gulps of air. She glanced around wildly, seeing nothing but her royal quarters and the sleeping form of her lover next to her. Her breathing finally calmed, and she slowly crawled out of bed. She grabbed her night gown, pulling it on, and walked to her chamber door. She stepped out into the hall, glancing both ways before walking down it, to the east side of the castle. As she walked, her mind wandered to her nightmare, and the memory that caused it.
"My king..?" Ninty pushed open the door to the throne room. "Are you all right?" She paused when she found the king slumped over on his throne. She started to run forward, but slowed when he stirred.
"My Liege… Are you all right?" She repeated, stepping forward cautiously.
"I said, leave!" The Reaper King, Colton, snapped, drawing his scythe and rushing the maiden. Ninty screamed, and brought her armored forearm up to block the handle of the lethal blade. She hastily drew her sword as he roared, frustratedly pulling his blade back again. She shrieked and swung blindly, her blade biting into his arm and spraying a bit of blood on her cheek. The King stumbled back, then rushed her again. Ninty squeezed her eyes shut and braced for impact, thrusting her sword forward.
The scythe never came. Ninty slowly opened her eyes, and found Colton, her King, inches from her nose. His eyes glittered with hatred and his face was twisted with insane rage, but a thin trail of blood bubbled from his lips. Startled, she glanced down, seeing her chest splattered with dark blood and her silver sword buried to the hilt in The King’s chest. Her eyes widened with horror as she stumbled back, wrenching her blade from its gash next to Colton’s sternum. More blood sprayed, soaking her chest, and Colton finally drew a rattling breath. He slumped forward, clutching the wound in his chest as he struggled to breathe. She stared in terror as he drew his final few breaths. With Ninty watching, the fire faded from his eyes. He fell to his side, and his crown rolled off of his head.
The Reaper King was dead.
Ninty jumped as the throne doors burst open. She turned and looked, eyes wide as Dalton, her fellow courts-men and friend, stared at her from the doorway. She glanced back down at her bloodied hands and sword, and suddenly dropped the blade as if it had burned her. She stared at Dalton, horror-struck. She was doomed. She had just been found with The King’s body, covered in his blood, with the murder weapon in her hands. When Dalton opened his mouth, she braced herself for her death sentence.
"Ninty…" Dalton started apprehensively. "What have you done..?"
This thread will be updated as more portions of the story are written. Be forewarned, the parts may not always be in order.
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