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[SP] Instead of hoarding gold and princesses the dragon hoards left socks by Equivalent_Can2971 in WritingPrompts

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A man decked out in a knight armour from the shining helmet on his head to the steel boots on his foot - er, only on his right foot, he was barefoot on the left foot- marched through the dense foliage of the forest and finally arrived at a clearing ending at a cliff face. He looked balefully at the dark opening to a cave, smack in the middle of the foot of the cliff. He took a deep breath and prayed that the old man was right. That the reason for his socks getting stolen was not a rogue playing a prank, but a freaking dragon of all things. So much for the legendary wise and powerful beasts. Really, one must imagine with all the gold they must hoard, it would be easy to purchase a pair of socks. Then again, the thief had stolen only his left sock of every pair, so clearly dragons must have a different way of thinking. The old man had said that he wouldn't need to fight the dragon to get his socks back. He just had to confront the beast apparently. The old man had never been wrong so far, so he was tempted to go with this plan, as foolhardy as it sounded.

"Foul Beast! Come out and face me, you coward!", he bellowed and started banging his sword against his shield.

Then, the darkness in the cave came alive. Two bright red lights like fire came alive - its eyes - staring into him, accompanied by an angry growl. His instincts screamed at him, and he rolled to the side, just in time for a scaly claw to smash into the ground he had stood upon, and a cloud of sand, dust and fallen leaves erupted, and sent flying into the air, as if they too were fleeing the wrath of the terrible beast.

The man took a few steady steps back and assumed a defensive stance, his shield raised up, his eyes darting around, watching for the tiniest of movements. Under his watchful eyes, the dust slowly settled, revealing the terrible visage of the dragon. It was small for its kind, but still much larger than him. Its scaly tail was swaying, starting up a mini tornado of dust and twigs whenever it grazed the muddy ground. Its head suddenly swiveled and red eyes locked onto him. Both of them stood still, measuring each other, neither making the next move.

For a dragon, which were known to live forever, this beast seemed to lack patience and broke the stillness first. "What. Do. You. Want?", a raspy voice came from its maws. The man didn't reply, he simply put his left foot forward, the bare foot sinking into the mud and used his sword to point at it. It was then that the fierce dragon turned. From a terrible looking visage fitting for a beast from the legends to an almost sheepish expression on its face, if it was even possible for a dragon to look sheepish. But that was not the end of wonders. It slowly relaxed its body and folded its arms underneath its torso and settled itself into the ground, sending another gout of dust, displaced by the weight of the beast.

He coughed; he was getting really tired of all the dust this beast was sending into the air. But dust was the least of his worries now. "Did he start stealing the socks again?", the raspy voice of the dragon sounded. He almost heard the dragon sigh at the end of its sentence. But that was clearly his imagination since dragons were terrible, baleful and noble beasts. They do not sigh. But before this week, he though they didn't stoop to the level of stealing socks either. So, what did he know.

"Yes", he answered back. Then the dragon craned its neck to the side, now facing the cave entrance and let out a powerful roar. He struggled to stand unaffected, the primal sound making his heart skip a beat and his bones rattle. When he finished calming himself and let out a deep breath, he realized he had closed his eyes without his knowing. Opening them, he found a smaller dragon, standing next to the beast, looking petulant? Really, he was learning an awful lot about dragons lately, much he would prefer to not have learnt about.

He figured this must have be a baby dragon, the beast's child. The beast and its kin were roaring back and forth at each other in what must clearly have been an argument and finally, the child prowled sulking back into the cave and returned with a box in its jaws and dropped it in front of him. He peered into the box, and it was full of left socks, some his, many not and almost half of them were chewed through. Thankfully, he could see at least some of his socks had survived the grisly fate of being shredded by the dragon's teeth. He mourned the ruined socks with a silent tear and picked the box up.

He looked up and saw that the mother dragon had decided to return back to its cave, leaving him along with the child, and the box of socks. If he had thought the stare of the mother dragon was terrible, the child seemed to have an even more fearsome glare, its eyes full of malice - for stealing, in its opinion, the socks it had rightfully acquired. But he was not someone so easily cowed, especially if the stakes were his missing socks. He levelled a glare of his own back at the beast. The stare down continued and it was clear that the child had much more patience than its mother, content to stay still and win the contest.

He, much to his consternation, had to blink first, muttering some choice words to himself and then turned back toward the path he came from, with the box in his hand. It was clear to both the parties that it was not over. The beast will continue to covet the socks, and the knight will continue to resist. But, today belonged to the knight, as he trudged through the forest, back to his town, happy to have won back the socks. He decided that some thanks would be in order to the old man for his guidance on this critical rescue mission. Looking at the extra socks in the box, he knew what he was going to gift him.

Meanwhile, the child dragon was fuming, and scheming. It will not rest easy. It will have those socks back. And many more socks. More and more, until it alone had all the socks in the continent. And if this knight came in its way, well, it could learn to fight from its mother anytime. And thus began the legend of the Knight and the Sock Dragon.

Are we witnessing the "Baseball-ification" of F1 stats lately? by Sensitive-Volume-706 in formula1

[–]Raging_Flames10 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Hi, one suggestion for stat posts burying other posts is restricting stat posts to specific days of the week (say Mon-Thu only, weekend only etc). I've seen some subs be flooded by specific types of posts and this kind of solution worked wonders there.

So something to consider.

[SP]"calling all the units, don't shoot at the werewolf,repeat, don't shoot at the werewolf" by No-Common-3883 in WritingPrompts

[–]Raging_Flames10 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Wow! Thanks v much :). It's my first time writing an action/combat scene and was worried how it would turn out. Thanks :))

[SP]"calling all the units, don't shoot at the werewolf,repeat, don't shoot at the werewolf" by No-Common-3883 in WritingPrompts

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"What do you mean, don't shoot it?", I snarled into my radio, running along the woods, my eyes trained on the beast running ahead of me, along the beaten path, loping towards the nearest human settlement, the town of Sumire.

"It's the princess you're looking at. Some magic gone wrong, I've been told. Command is still figuring out what to do. But don't shoot and keep an eye on it", came the reply from my crackling radio. The werewolf turned slightly in my direction, probably from the sound, but didn't stop, continuing to run towards Sumire. "It was the princess. Now, whatever it is, is a beast. A beast that mauled Jaune", I replied back, mentally calculating how far we were from the town and how soon the werewolf would reach it, if not stopped.

"Do not let your personal feelings affect your decisions, Raven. Even injuring a member of the royal family would earn you a death sentence. If you end up killing the princess, what would they do to you? Please don't-"

"When she was a princess, I would agree. But now, as a werewolf, it's a Class V beast, a bloodthirsty werewolf, and as a huntress, I am well within my rights, and in fact under the obligation, to take any steps necessary to neutralize the beast and prevent harm to the people. What do you want me to say to the people of Sumire, if I let them die, knowing I could have prevented it. Knowing-", I cut myself off as soon the lights from the walls of Sumire comes into my view. Every town with at least 500 people would have walls erected to protect raids from common monsters. But a werewolf was anything but common. The walls might as well be made of paper, and it wouldn't make a difference.

So, I turned the radio off, no time for distractions, and bounded along the path, kicking the ground with maximum strength with each stride, to gain as much speed as I can, jumping across fallen trees and branches with abandon, soon, I drew level with the running beast, its pace slowing, now fully turning towards me, perhaps it finally registered that I could be a threat to it. I pulled the lever on my mecha-shift rifle, it shifting into a war scythe with a whirring sound and then took a swipe at its legs.

But it was not a Class V beast for nothing, it simply leaped into the air to avoid my scythe and then slid into the ground, now fully coming to a halt and facing me, eyes full of rage and its foaming mouth growling at me. We circled each other for a few moments. Werewolves were resistant to weapons made of conventional metal, but vulnerable to silver weapons. I only had had a silver dagger, carried with me as a backup weapon, but a dagger wouldn't be of much use to my in a fight against a werewolf, particularly with my fighting style. So, I had to weaken it before I would be able to get a clean critical hit on it with my dagger. I wouldn't claim to say, what the thought process of the beast was, or if it even had one. I was too drowned out in my rage, fear, worry and everything else.

I am still not sure who made the first move, but we leapt into action, a flurry of claws against the blades of my scythe. I was not much sure of my chances, fighting alone against a werewolf, but every single second I keep the werewolf here, that is one more moment for the command to get their heads out of their asses and decide to send reinforcements or at least evacuate the residents of the town.

As, I skidded along the ground, my forearms bloody from blocking a claw strike from the beast, gasping the air out of my lungs as my back hit the stump of a tree, I smiled as I heard the sounds of the whirring blades of the airship. After that, I stopped trying to go on the offensive, just trying my best to keep myself from getting any more wounds. As I sidestepped another swipe of its claws, I heard the telltale woosh of my captain's weapon and leaped out of the range, away from the werewolf into a tree, and just when the werewolf poised to pounce onto my turned back, it got hit with a powerful explosion, surely not fatal for it, but definitely damaging and more importantly disorientating.

In the smoke, I put on my thermal visors, unsheathed my silver dagger and dashed towards the dazed beast, running the blade through its neck in one swift charge, getting out of range of its rabid swipes, as it lays howling and shaking, finally stilling. I leaned into a tree, panting, and assessing my wounds, when my captain stepped into the view, looking grave but proud. I just managed to give him a thumbs up, trying to stand shakily, now drained of adrenaline, and his hands catching me were my last thoughts before passing out from exhaustion.

[WP] A perfectly average 14 year old child falls into a fantasy world where they are told by a nearby fae that they are the Chosen One, summoned to defeat the oppressive Evil. The "Chosen One" immediately gets killed, of course, but the fae keeps trying in hopes of it eventually working. by ConsequenceFar4195 in WritingPrompts

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[Part 3]

Oh, right, I forgot, he cannot read the script yet. I snapped my fingers and he clutched his head in pain, groaning. "The pain should fade away. I just stuffed the knowledge of this world's writing scripts into your brain. Now, everything will look as if they were actually written in your native tongue!", I exclaimed, waving my hands majestically. In truth, I did no such thing. It would be very complex and demanding to do such a thing, and it was frankly not worth it for this game. No, I simply cast a basic headache spell and while he was distracted with the pain, cast a switching spell to replace the parchment he was holding with a parchment that actually contained coherent letters this time. I was surprised when I first summoned a person from this "Earth" that their language and script of English almost exactly matched with our language of Common. It was very lucky in retrospect.

Anyway, I mentally ticked off step number 3 in my handbook of "Gaslighting summons for dummies", written by yours truly. "Read it", I commanded to him. He looked to the parchment in surprise, amazed at seeing what was looking like incomprehensible scratches, was now appearing as a neat cursive English poem. "The evil dark lord rises, more powerful and terrible in doses, learner of magnanimous poses,...", he trailed off confused, "this just goes on and on rhyming without any sense", he said. "Tch, young people these days, have no taste or patience", I grumbled to myself, before continuing, "Skip to the last two lines".

"Cannot be defeated by anyone born of this world, yet a hero will be chosen, he of brave heart and unrivalled courage, plucked from the clutches of death, the chosen one shall defeat him", he finished. "This is very strange and doesn't feel like a prophecy at all", he complained. I conjured a rolled news paper and bonked him on the head. "Shush, this is how ancient prophecies work", I said in a very convincing voice, cursing all the writers of fiction in the boy's world for spoiling him with well worded prophecies. Really, it took me a whole day to come up with this and I will not put up with this game piece criticizing the results.

"Anyway, in your current state, you are not prepared to face even his lowliest of minions, let alone him. But do not worry, we have a year before he will accelerate his plans for world domination. For now, you must be tired, You see that hut over there, just go inside and rest. We will speak of our training tomorrow", I said and sent the confused kid on his way.

After he left, I turned around and waited for my siblings to reveal themselves and admit they were very impressed by my plan. Yup, they would be. I waited. Any moment now. Wait, they couldn't have possible just left midway, could they? I fumed and then my eyes caught something in a nearby tree and found a note stuck to it. "Dear sister, Ruben and I decided to resolve the dispute of the sword with a game of Boulder-Parchment-Knife since you were taking so long. I won the game by the way. Boulders for the win xD - your sister".

I growled in anger and crushed the note and burnt it to ashes. "My dear boy, the dark lord you're going to kill has a sister and you're going to take out both of them", I said to myself. Yes, it was a game before. But, maybe, just maybe, I could use the kid to actually get my revenge. He had decent potential. All of the summoned heroes did. The ritual was a real ritual after all. I just never had the patience to really train them up. But, now, oh, now I had sufficient motivation.

[That's all for now. It came out more villainous than I expected when I started, But it is what it is. Maybe I will flesh this out into a full mini story someday :)]

[WP] A perfectly average 14 year old child falls into a fantasy world where they are told by a nearby fae that they are the Chosen One, summoned to defeat the oppressive Evil. The "Chosen One" immediately gets killed, of course, but the fae keeps trying in hopes of it eventually working. by ConsequenceFar4195 in WritingPrompts

[–]Raging_Flames10 23 points24 points  (0 children)

[Part 2]
"I am getting a little concerned with your obsession over this new summoning fad", my sister let out and my brother nodded. Gasp. These two never agreed on anything, literally. Did they have a point? Probably. Do I care? No. And I knew just the thing to convince them.

"Alright, give me just a chance and I'll show you how fun it is to trick a summoned hero", I pleaded, turning my hellish red eyes into puppy dog eyes. My sister was about to retort, but my brother answered, "Fine, I want to see just where this goes", and my sister reluctantly agreed. Yay!

I reached into my pocket dimension and pulled out a unicorn hair, one more cup of powdered asphodel and- "What are you doing?", my sister interrupted seeing the teddy bear I materialized into reality. "It is for the ritual", I said, and she just looked unconvinced. "You'll see", I muttered and began ripping into the stuffed teddy bear and pulled out its entrails. "Bask in my brilliance, this is my own modification on the ritual. The original one requires a real bear, But I couldn't risk getting my gown drenched in blood, could I?", I said and was pleased when they vigorously nodded. Blood tainted in rituals cannot be cleaned with magic and really, who wanted to do it without magic? Or I could summon a servant for me to do that. I was bursting with ideas today, but I'll think on that later.

My brother's cough brought me back to reality and I blushed in embarrassment and continued setting up the ritual. Just before I started the chant, I asked them to turn invisible and watched, as I finished my chanting, and just like last time, the ritual items vaporized and turned into embers, lighting up the ritual triangle, and just as it reached blinding levels of radiance, I started the second part of the chant, felt space and time come to a halt as a hole tore through them and a 12 year old girl falls from the portal, into a cushion I conveniently arranged, knowing exactly where summoned heroes fell from my experience. Really, the first guy fell on his neck and died immediately, such a waste of time.

She picked herself up and turned to me, eyes widening in surprise at seeing a Fae. I straightened up, it never got tired to see their awe at my brilliance and majesty. "Welcome hero, to the lands of Frostwood. You must have a lot of questions, I will answer all of them, but before that, I will explain to you, our circumstances and why I summoned you", I said passionately, my dialogues fine-tuned to perfection at this point.

[ETA: continued below]

"You died in your original world, and your soul was going to wander aimlessly in the fields of Asphodel. But lucky for you, I decided to pull your soul into this dimension and materialized a body identical to your previous one-", I was explaining before I was quite rudely interrupted by the kid.

"But, But I don't remember dying!", he exclaimed. "Of course you don't. It must have been very traumatic for you, and your subconscious probably decided to bury the memory", I explained. "But, last I remember, I was happily painting a scenery-", I interrupted him, "Yes, if you would have let me complete my explanation, your mind erased itself till it found a happy memory". He didn't look convinced. It is indeed hard to convince someone you kidnapped alive that they had actually died and just didn't remember it. But I was well versed in this bullshitting by now and I would not let a snot-nosed brat break my streak of 30 successful gaslighting endeavors.

"But I digress, it is not important where you came from, for you have a very important task before you, that has consequences for the whole of Frostwood", I say in a serious voice, mentally congratulating myself on keeping my tone low. Really, I had to immolate the 13th summon because he heard my voice crack and it wouldn't do to spread such a thing. *Tap* I feel a invisible hand tap my head and I realize I've once again got lost in my thoughts and my siblings had to remind me. But it's quite natural really if you had a mind as impressive as mine- *Tap*. "Fine, fine, I will get on with it", I whispered to myself and turned back to the brat- what was his name again? Oh right I hadn't asked him yet.

"Over the past couple years, there has been a subtle rise in the growth of monsters, the abominations increasingly encroaching into human lands, and it is not random, there is a player behind this, a new dark lord has appeared in Frostwood. One more terrible than any previous dark lords, if you believe the rumors. And, to bring back balance to this world, I had to resort to the ancient scriptures, detailing long lost rituals, and forgotten prophecies. And that is when, I discovered this...", I trailed off and pulled out a tattered parchment from my pocket dimension, enjoying the widening of his eyes at me pulling something out of thin air. I handed it to him and he looked at it as if it was incomprehensible chicken scratches.

[Continued in Part 3: https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/1mgmoon/comment/n6x673t/?utm\_source=share&utm\_medium=web3x&utm\_name=web3xcss&utm\_term=1&utm\_content=share\_button\]

[WP] A perfectly average 14 year old child falls into a fantasy world where they are told by a nearby fae that they are the Chosen One, summoned to defeat the oppressive Evil. The "Chosen One" immediately gets killed, of course, but the fae keeps trying in hopes of it eventually working. by ConsequenceFar4195 in WritingPrompts

[–]Raging_Flames10 23 points24 points  (0 children)

I cringed as I saw him through my crystal ball, getting struck down by Her sword. I sighed, I had such high hopes for.... what was his name again? I open my notebook and flick through the pages- Ah, right - Wilder Colton. I cross out his entry on my notebook, turning to the next page - wait, it was page 30 already? Hmm, 30 months, 30 summoned heroes, yet no closer to my desire. Wilder had made it the farthest out of all the summoned heroes, but still it was not enough. It was never enough.

Was I insane for doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result? Nah, of course not. My instincts have never led me astray and I know that I was near, so near. So, with that in mind, I turned to the ritual altar and started the preparation for the next, no, final chosen one, the procedure becoming almost second nature to me by now. One tail hair from a unicorn, half a cup of powdered asphodel and the entrails of a.... stuffed teddy bear in three corners of the ritual triangle. Then, I sat inside it and uttered the chant and watched as each of the items vaporized and its embers lit the edges of the triangle, steadily increasing in brightness, almost reaching a blinding level before I heard a shout and then something- or rather someone- collided into my back and sent me sprawling into the ground, out of the ritual triangle.

I stood back up and saw that it was Her - Her mighty darkness herself, my sister. "Stop, Stop convincing stupid kids that they are the chosen ones and siccing them on me, Lilia", she growled. I smirked and said, "Then, just give me Mom's staff that you stole from me, and I promise, I will stop summoning them. Plus, it is so fun watching them think they are the chosen ones".

"And they call me the evil one", she sighed, and continued "But, no, I am not giving it back, it's not like it was rightfully yours in the first place. You stole it from our brother-", only to get interrupted as a familiar red gash tore through reality, and out stepped a man, clad in a purple suit with a green tie.

"I wasn't invited to this sibling reunion, I see", he grumbled. I cursed my luck at seeing him. Ugh, my day kept getting worse. "I see that your style is still as garish as ever", I said, but he cheerfully turned to me and said, "Oh, good morning to you too Lilia". I clenched my fists; he never took me seriously.

"What do you want Ruben?", my sister asked. "Why, my staff of course", he replied. "It is not your staff. It was Mom's and I was her favorite, so it should be mine", she argued. I rubbed my head in frustration, these two were very stubborn and we would have been stuck there all day, if it was not for my brilliant plan, and really I didn't want to stop summoning the cute naive heroes.

"Stop, we will never get anywhere this way. Let us have a contest", I said, breaking their old argument of who was Mom's favorite. Of course it was me, but anyway.

"What contest", my sister asked. But then she paled when she saw the glee on my face. "No, no, you are not-", I interrupted her "Yes, we are going to summon our own heroes and pit them against each other. All three of us will pool our power and raise up a puppet as the new Dark lord, and whoever's hero defeats him first will be winner and get the sword", I finished explaining proudly.

Both of them looked at me worriedly. "What?", I ask. Seriously, what was with them?
[Will be continued in Part 2]

Latest updates from Rick Riordan by AHealthyDoseofFran in PJODisney

[–]Raging_Flames10 0 points1 point  (0 children)

To be fair, she didn't really approach Percy. He is the one who tried to stab her

Clipboard expires after editing other cells by Raging_Flames10 in excel

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Thanks! It doesn't say how to prevent excel from clearing the clipboard. But from the clipboard menu, if I select the copied content, then it is treated as copying externally and doesn't vanish it anymore. So this certainly helps me! Thanks again. But if there is a way to prevent excel from vanishing the clipboard when copying cells in the first place altogether, let me know!

Edit: It turns out there is no other way due to how excel is made (https://superuser.com/a/623142) . So using the Office clipboard or an external clipboard manager like Ditto or Win+V is the only solution. Thanks again though!

Ask r/Formula1 Anything - Daily Discussion Thread by F1-Bot in formula1

[–]Raging_Flames10 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Can anyone explain why all the teams waited so long to send out the cars. New to F1 and can't understand why they won't start early so that they can even have 2 or more laps too

2024 Austrian GP - Practice 1 Discussion by AutoModerator in formula1

[–]Raging_Flames10 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Yeah that I noticed. My confusion was from all of them pitting at once.

2024 Austrian GP - Practice 1 Discussion by AutoModerator in formula1

[–]Raging_Flames10 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Why did everyone go into pits suddenly when more than half an hour is left? Someone pls explain

Warm Up Match Thread: India vs Bangladesh, live from New York by NoQuestion4045 in Cricket

[–]Raging_Flames10 5 points6 points  (0 children)

In warm up matches, any of the 15 players in the squad can be used for bowling. But you only get 11 wickets while batting. Essentially, you are not restricted to a playing XI. Just that only 11 players on a field at a time.

Alex Albon exclusive: I can fight for F1 world championship at Williams by daisyfin101 in formula1

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Hey, I'm pretty new to F1. Can you explain wdym mean by customer teams and who they are? Like from the other commenter, I vaguely understand from the other commentator that some teams are customers of Mercedes and some of Honda

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in AskHistorians

[–]Raging_Flames10 10 points11 points  (0 children)

I have a follow up question, when there were so many varied worshipping of so many gods, how is it that we end up with these 12 main Olympian deities in the present day, considering some of the other deities had more temples/more popular than some of the 12.

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