Lord of Summertide Voting Thread
May 9, 2024 16:55:20 GMT -5
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Post by Mr. Pooka on May 9, 2024 16:55:20 GMT -5
Please vote for the story you like the best concerning the True Lord of Summertide!
There is no specific criteria, you can vote for your favorite story or what you think is the best idea!
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Entry #1
The Lord of Summertide always seemed to be in the shadows. He found it amusing thin a a place named for a sunny and warm time of the year, the lord is always in the dark. All they know is his messenger and the dear man has served him faithfully for years so far. The male was likely due a reward sometime for his services, keeping his lords secrets and spreading his laws to the people. He smirked to himself as he watched the people in the field and with the sheep. They would never know how it was he seemed to always know what needed to be done or how to fix things. Yet his seemingly magical way of knowing was of no surprise when people knew what he was.
A powerful member of the Sidhe. He held the ability to sense all going on with his territory and could even peek into dreams, an ability he reserved for when he desired to reward someone. Such rewards were reserved for when someone did a truly great service for these lands. He would not grant wishes or a heart’s desire for anything less, after all when such rewards come at such a high price only the truly worthy would receive them. He found that to be the most just.
Still he knew that many would tremble in terror if they knew he was one of the Fair Folk. Fear still ran high due to the darker brethren he had to tolerate at times. He would continue to keep those ones from his lands and rule his lands with wisdom and in peace. He turned from the window at long last to work on some paperwork and look over the petitions of the week.
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Entry #2
In the shadows of Summertide's verdant grasp
Where laughter dances and spirits are vast
There lies a secret, deep and old,
A tale of power, yet untold.
Beneath the surface of jovial cheer,
Lies a truth that few dare to peer,
For the lord who reigns with gentle hand,
Is but a pawn in a different plan.
The true lord of Summertide's domain,
Is not of flesh, nor mortal stain,
But a force that whispers in the night,
A presence cloaked in starry light.
For Summertide's true ruler is its great land,
A combined spirit, of past rulers so grand.
It guides the people with unseen might,
Shaping destinies within its sight.
Yet beware, for power such as this,
Comes with a cost, a hidden twist,
For those who seek to control the land,
Shall fall victim to its shifting sands.
So heed the warning, traveler bold,
In Summertide, secrets unfold,
For the true lord may not wear a crown,
But reigns in shadows, all around.
There is no specific criteria, you can vote for your favorite story or what you think is the best idea!
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Entry #1
The Lord of Summertide always seemed to be in the shadows. He found it amusing thin a a place named for a sunny and warm time of the year, the lord is always in the dark. All they know is his messenger and the dear man has served him faithfully for years so far. The male was likely due a reward sometime for his services, keeping his lords secrets and spreading his laws to the people. He smirked to himself as he watched the people in the field and with the sheep. They would never know how it was he seemed to always know what needed to be done or how to fix things. Yet his seemingly magical way of knowing was of no surprise when people knew what he was.
A powerful member of the Sidhe. He held the ability to sense all going on with his territory and could even peek into dreams, an ability he reserved for when he desired to reward someone. Such rewards were reserved for when someone did a truly great service for these lands. He would not grant wishes or a heart’s desire for anything less, after all when such rewards come at such a high price only the truly worthy would receive them. He found that to be the most just.
Still he knew that many would tremble in terror if they knew he was one of the Fair Folk. Fear still ran high due to the darker brethren he had to tolerate at times. He would continue to keep those ones from his lands and rule his lands with wisdom and in peace. He turned from the window at long last to work on some paperwork and look over the petitions of the week.
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Entry #2
In the shadows of Summertide's verdant grasp
Where laughter dances and spirits are vast
There lies a secret, deep and old,
A tale of power, yet untold.
Beneath the surface of jovial cheer,
Lies a truth that few dare to peer,
For the lord who reigns with gentle hand,
Is but a pawn in a different plan.
The true lord of Summertide's domain,
Is not of flesh, nor mortal stain,
But a force that whispers in the night,
A presence cloaked in starry light.
For Summertide's true ruler is its great land,
A combined spirit, of past rulers so grand.
It guides the people with unseen might,
Shaping destinies within its sight.
Yet beware, for power such as this,
Comes with a cost, a hidden twist,
For those who seek to control the land,
Shall fall victim to its shifting sands.
So heed the warning, traveler bold,
In Summertide, secrets unfold,
For the true lord may not wear a crown,
But reigns in shadows, all around.
