Fables ✧ Lore Prompts

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! current prompts here !

- Open for entries from 4/1 - 4/30 8pm EST -

Things are a little different this time!
There are two prompts, and you can earn two raffle entries.
In this case, two entries can = two separate stories, one 1000+ word story, or a story + art.
Two separate prize raffles will be rolled, one for each prompt.

Void raffle prizes:
⭐ Special mystery fable x2
Mystery fable x4

Tapestry raffle prizes:
⭐ Special mystery fable x2
Mystery fable x4

INFO

Welcome! This thread hosts bimonthly (ish) worldbuilding & character development prompts for fables.
All casual, no competition. Entries have a chance to win raffle prizes such as customs or mystery fables. If you feel inspired, give it a shot!


GUIDELINES

✦ ! Follow CS and the main adopt rules.
✦ ! Writing and images are to be created entirely by you.
✦ Please post complete forms only! WIPS and replies/discussion posts belong in the fanclub or discord. Marking is ok
✦ You can draw & write about your fables in any form (human, as other animals, turned into pebble by a malevolent magical entity) and in any world or time period.

HOW TO PARTICIPATE

✦ There are 4 prompts available each time; 2 for worldbuilding and 2 for character development.
✦ One complete prompt = one entry into the raffle. You can earn 2 raffle entries max, and win one prize max.
✦ Prizes are raffled between all entries complete before the deadline.
✦ Non-owners can participate by developing a world that fables could live in or making art/writing about an NPC fable within their world.
✦ All prompt/prize suggestions welcome!

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prompt 1 - void

[ 500 words minimum - optional: add +500 words or art piece (~colored fullbody) for an additional raffle entry ]
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Something within your fable's world has changed lately. They hardly noticed at first; shadows seemed darker than usual, nothing special.
Then the shadows started to spread, stars twinkling in the darkest corners.
While out on a walk, your fable decides to take a shortcut through an especially gloomy area, but they lose their footing, tumbling into the darkness...
Oh no! The world has a void infestation, and your fable fell right into it!
Lost in an endless void, with only the faintest starlight in the distance - how will they escape?

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[b]prompt:[/b] void
[b]fable:[/b] (link or npc)
[b]entry:[/b] [word count]

prompt 2 - tapestry

[ 500 words minimum - optional: add +500 words or art piece (~colored fullbody) for an additional raffle entry ]
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Your fable is traveling through a crowded area when they feel a sudden movement beside them and see a shadow dash away.
Someone's stolen an [important item] right off of them!
Your fable tracks the thief through winding pathways, eventually stumbling upon a hall lined with many old tapestries.
The scenes within the tapestries shimmer and sway, as if they were windows to other living worlds.
One of the tapestries has a rippling surface, a tiny image of the thief disappearing within… does your fable follow?

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[b]prompt:[/b] tapestry
[b]fable:[/b] (link or npc)
[b]entry:[/b] [word count]

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past prompts

WORLDBUILDING
An old story known within your world - The kind of story that everyone seems to recognize but few know the origins of.
An old piece of art that is important within your world - This could be the art itself, recognizable symbols passed through generations, illustration of an old story, etc.
Field guide - Write a field guide for your world that includes descriptions of a few things that someone could expect to see out in nature (animals, plants, trees, minerals, etc).
Identifying species - Draw a few of the common animal/plant species that live in your world’s environment.

CHARACTER
Expressions of love - How does your fable show others they love/appreciate them? What makes your fable feel loved/appreciated?
Your fable and something they adore - This could be another fable, a location, an object, anything!
Precious possessions - What are a few items that are important to your fable? These could be sentimental items, prized possessions, or just things they use frequently.
What's in their bag? - Your fable may not carry a literal bag, but a similar idea - draw a few items that are important to them and their everyday life.

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example entry

prompt: world - art
entry:


The picture is a depiction of an event that caused the formation of herd harte. The great storm significantly reduced their population and territory aside from a small area - it is said that this was due to the efforts of one fable, parting the biting winds and rain with their great antlers to protect their family.

[Exitium]

Mark

[Ucanthandleme]

Mark, this is such a great idea!!

[koegami]

mark!

[elderling]

An old story known within your world
392 words


Many creation myths have come and gone with the passing of time, but the one I recount to you now is the oldest telling of this tale, passed down through centuries of storytelling.

It is widely known throughout the world of Ilwydar that the once upon a time, the world was empty. Devoid of the flora and fauna you are used to today, Ilwydar was a dry rock, spinning through the stars without change. One day, a comet struck the earth, splitting into seven pieces that in turn struck seven different parts of the world, breaking open great chasms that created the seven continents. Many speculate that the comet was the essence of magic, allowing for Ilwydar to host life within her realms, while others claim that the comet itself was the egg from which The Seven were borne and it was the dragons that carved rivers and mountains into her rocky hide.

Each dragon claimed one of the seven continents for their own domain, guiding each pocket of earth to it's fullest potential under their meticulous care using innate magicks we can only dream of now. But these dragons were kind, and they were generous. To every animal that came to live on Ilwydar, The Seven granted them a boon, a token of their love. They granted the residents of Ilwydar with magic of their own, taking some as apprentices. It was a prosperous time, where villages grew into sprawling cities and no creature wanted for anything. This time is marked in your books as Ré Athas Óir, the Era of Gold Joys.

This was the era the Taldrai Fables were borne into. The Fables that saw the True Grief and survived, the fables that witnessed the loss of the Seven. The Fables that set balance back to Ilwydar, ending Ré an Bháis. The Era of Death.

Some on this earth discount the part the Seven played and their existence entirely, so bereft of their absence they wield it as a knife, but it would do you well to remember their names, for they are the reason you are here today.

Fenskull, of icy mountains. Ashoun, of the golden plains. Soltera, of the dunes. Eira, of wintry forest. Sisu, of the valley. Vere of mist and moor. And the seventh of the eastern skies, whose name was devoured in the cataclysm.

Now, turn your books to page 76.


Expressions of love
276 words


Love, to Elphael, is an unobtainable goal. An affectious object possessed only when your mother curls around you, warm fur and sweet breath blanketing you in comfort and safety. A heart devoted to you, walking by your side through the thick brush and dark shadows, leading you to light. So swathed in shadow is Elphael that he's forgotten what it is to love and be loved.

So many memories he's lost to time, the hours spent with another enamored knight curled and resting in tall grass under shaded tree, removing pressed flowers from martial art books to gift a close friend, receiving a homemade meal shared over laughter after your day watch ends.
Once, maybe, he took the initiative to pursue love in earnest, his plan of waiting to stumble over it in his path becoming nonviable, but his memories further from the Cataclysm are memories more obscured. The Hound keeps them safe from the night.

What he knows of love now, is still... wait. No, a moment, recently, his heart beat, once.

Someone was in his woods, no, they were here many times. She. She was here, yes.. no... it cannot be so. Threads of a song echo in his mind, stirring the shadows that swathed his soul in stasis, a song of loving warmth and gentle days. A song so expertly slippery it took root in his heart, and dared to call itself a fact. A song that stays with him with every step he takes, staying by his side.
Despite the recent snowfall, his gaze travels downwards and lands on a fresh set of hoofprints, right next to his own.
He felt his heart beat twice.

[Kitsune.]

big mark :>

[BlueEyedKite]

Mark

[Melonbread]

:D wahoo I love small art and writing prompts; excited to get some development in ^^

1.
prompt: world - art
entry:

A tattered green and gold banner with a white, single-horned fable forcené, almost as if a supporter to a larger emblem despite the banner being relatively narrow. The fabric is dirty and the colors faded, and much of the embroidery is coming loose. Little is known of the ancients that produced it, but its location within an auxiliary fort suggests it might be related to some sort of vassal family or order, and was perhaps meant to be part of a larger triptych: perhaps the coat of arms of a once-important herd or kingdom that had shaped the land into what it is now.

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2.
prompt: character - writing
fable: Bellamy
entry:

One would be forgiven for thinking that Bellamy loves nothing and is loved by no one—he does not, after all, appear to form or maintain any sort of personal connections, nor has he ever (to anyone's knowledge) left his beloved desert. It's true that he walks alone, often across the wild sands where none may follow, but he is also not much of a recluse: Bellamy is very fond of his fellow fables, and dearly loves to meet and learn about them. It's that somewhat impersonal, but sincere affection that drives him to seek them out in the first place, ask after their matters, and generally give travelers valuable guidance that keeps them safe on an otherwise potentially perilous journey.

Of course, Bellamy is also appreciated and perhaps even beloved by those that he assists, but he is mostly regarded as some sort of benevolent spirit or ghost more than an individual in his own right, so this kind of appreciation is once more somewhat impersonal. The things that make him feel truly loved or appreciated are rather rare: they are the occasions where others take an interest in him as a person rather than the simply symbol of good fortune that the stories on either side of the desert paint him as. He likes being asked about his personal story, interests, thoughts, and feelings. He vividly remembers the one occasion where someone wished him a safe journey; he had never been on the receiving end of the sentiment before, and the simple gesture made him feel loved in a way nothing had before or since.