Volume 4: Issue 2

"They never open their mouths without subtracting from the sum of human knowledge." ~ Thomas Brackett Reed

Headlines

Derby Dog Hunting
by Chris Kuhn

In Derby, Dracos Panas has been seen searching for a gytrash in order to obtain its claws. Why Dracos needs the claw is unknown, but there are rumors that it's a similar reason to why Kisei needed gryphon feathers a few months ago. While searching, he met a shapeshifter named Synnove, who seemed to have had previous experiance with gytrashes. This, however, didn't help him when a small gytrash attacked them both. Luckily, Dracos caught on, and attacked the gytrash first. Unfortunately, he missed, and only caused the gytrash to trip. Apparently, after that the gytrash then broke Dracos' leg while it threw him over on top of a building. The gytrash then turned to Synnove. Dracos attempted to hurt the gytrash with fireballs, and eventually landed the fatal blow with his last dagger. Will we be seeing every demon to leave the shrines go on a dangerous quest? Who knows.


Mysterious Beast in the Forest
by Chenoan Cirocco


Not long ago, as the quest to find Xanth's long lost aide continued, the main quest group crossed into another dimension called Acantha. As they did this however, the gate guardian, rumored to be named Evadne, launched one final attempt to stop them from entering the foreign realm. This attempt failed however, with horrible drastic consequences. Evadne inadvertently dragged a strange beast into our world. As she did that, she sent the two questers who remained behind, Nymphadora Makani and Castalia, off to get help.

Nymphadora summoned the Shapeshifter Aide, Chenoan Cirocco, who came quickly to her side. Chenoan proceeded to have Castalia go for help, wile he made Dora lead him to the place the beast was last seen. Extremely weakened from prior events Nymphadora nearly collapsed more than once, but they pushed onwards.

according to our source, both Evadne and the mystery beast are no where to be found. Chenoan seems to have gone off hunting it, leaving Nymphadora alone tin the forest. What will happen? Keep reading the chronicles for an up to date report.

Stymphalian Attack
by Chris Kuhn


As many readers know, Daione Sidheanta has been leading a group of Elysians (Elise Theiroe, Laurel Chandler, and Zephyr Cairbre) on a quest for the feathers of both a Gryphon and a Stymphalian Bird. While resting the for the night in a cave, they were unexpectedly met by another group of questing Elysians. This group is lead by an unknown woman going by the name 'Fariah', and also contains Vampire Queen Scarlett Caye, Eilidh Dickson, Aiden Roy, and Faith. After the initial meet, the groups were rather friendly with each other, as many of them already knew one another. Tension, however, seemed to grow between the mysterious Fariah and Daione's group. Fariah then sent Aiden and Eilidh on a succesful mission deeper into the cave to find the web of a kumo spider, and later followed them herself. On her return, she informed Daione of where to find a gryphon. Daione's group got ready to leave the cave to continue on their quest while Fariah's group settled down for the night in the cave.
It seems, though, that Fariah has now left the cave, taking flight into the mountains around her. While she was out, a stymphalian bird attacked her, leaving major wounds. Eilidh woke up at the sound of the Fariah's screams, and ran out of the cave. She found a trail of blood, and then returned to the cave to tell the others the news. They now have to decide whether or not they will even continue on without a leader.
Zephyr also heard the attack, and found a separate trail of blood. In a preemptive strike, he threw one of his knives into a bush where the bird was, and the bird came out, attacking him as well, though he survived with lesser injuries than Fariah. Will Zephyr survive his encounter with this ominous beast? Time will tell.

Editorial

None! How sad :(

Weekly Feature

First and Last
by Kaida Tanili

8 years ago…

Walking through the Alaskan woods, Kaida winded in and out of the thick brush. Using her spear as a walking stick, she slowly ambled her way into the heart of the foliage, looking for the nearby lake. The sun was high in the sky, beating down, melting the snow around her. Normally, she’d prefer the ground to be caked in white ice, but she had to admit, walking on solid ground with the heated sun rays beating one her face was a nice change.

As she made her way through, Kaida considered shifting into her animal form.. but decided against it. It took a lot of effort to stay that way, and her mother hadn’t had time as of late to teach her. Her father… well he couldn’t do anything about it. He hadn’t had his blood tampered with. Closing her eyes as she slowed her pace, Kaida inhaled the crisp mountain air. Instinctively stepping over a root without even as much as glancing down, she heard the noise behind her.

It had been following her for… nearly a mile now. As of yet it showed no sign of being hostile, so she let it alone. As loud as it was in the trees, it made her curious what it could be. If it was trying to follow her… or sneak up on her, it wasn’t doing so very quietly. Rolling her eyes as a branch snapped, then fell to the ground, Kaida shook her head and continued on, not bothering to look behind her.

Nearly a half of a mile passed by with nothing happening, but the creature following her. Having this time to herself allowed her to think, but nearly every time she got into that state, the thing made another noise, drawing her attention away. Getting slightly irritated, Kaida suddenly spun on her heels and glared up at the trees. Alright, it’s getting annoying now. Beat it or show yourself. She demanded, one hand on her hip. When nothing happened, Kaida smirked, then turned to continue on.

Before she could take a step however, suddenly there was a thud upside the back of her head, making her stumble forward. Spinning around as her hand went to clutch her throbbing skull, Kaida looked up, then down around her. Rolling away, was a rather large, rather spiky pine cone. Her mouth dropped.

Clenching her jaw, she spoke in a low, demanding voice. I don’t know who or what you are, but rest assured, you throw something at me again, and you won- Then it happened. Splat! Cringing, Kaida lifted her hand to her face, and started to scoop off the fist full of mud splattered all over it. Spitting out the particles that entered her mouth, she wiped the rest from her eye. That was it, she’d had enough.

Running forward with a yell, Kaida brandished her spear, aiming toward the direction of the flying objects. Halting mid run, breathing heavily, Kaida looked down at the ground, focusing her hearing on anything unusual. This thing, whatever it was, it was clumsy and loud. She’d hear it before she’d see it.

Suddenly, without a peep of sound, a sharp pain exploded on her leg, which made her look down. A decent sized rock tumbled around her foot, the spot where it hit was red and sore. Gritting her teeth, Kaida looked up behind her, squinting her eyes. If only she could shift a single body part. Her mother had yet to get to that lesson as well.

Then she heard it. Laughing. Erupting in a fighter's yell, Kaida spun quickly in the direction of the noise, and hurtled her spear. Not a moment later did she hear the thud of it landing in a nearby tree. Running forward, lifting her leg mid step to retrieve her knife, she lunged at the creature her weapon had caught.

Either she had a lucky shot, or her hearing and aim were improving, but her spear had penetrated the creature’s tail, pinning it to the trunk. Rushing forward, Kaida didn’t stop until she had her knife at the animal’s throat. When it turned its attention to her instead of trying to free itself, she saw what it was. A monkey. What type, she didn't know.

Stunned slightly at the odd placement of species… she looked at it with a frown. Then… it grinned. Sneering at it, she near took its head off right there, but something stopped her. As if on queue, the monkey’s features began to deform as it changed shape from the animal with fur, to a young boy, probably her age.

Gasping slightly, Kaida stumbled backwards away from the shifter, nearly falling on her rump. It wasn’t until he laughed that she scowled again. She couldn’t help but be shocked though. This was the first time she’d ever met a shifter other than her mother. The shock quickly faded back into anger again, and she noticed her spear had fallen during his shifting.

Before she could get up to do anything, or even say anything, he gave her another grin, and a look of cockiness. Cursing aloud, Kaida flung her knife at the shifters head, but he’d already took off running, shifting back as he did so. She started to chase after him, but by the time she’d picked up her spear, he was out of sight. Shaking her head from the annoyance and intrigue of meeting this shifter, she walked forward to retrieve her knife, then headed back to the lake, glancing over her shoulder every now and then.

Employment Agency

Public Relations Officer

We're looking for someone to help spread the word about Elysia and keep our affiliates section up to date.

Responsibilities

+ Check our affiliates once a week to make sure they still link to us
+ Take down broken affiliates and replace them with new ones
+ Moderate the Billboard
+ Advertise Elysia at other sites using our standard form

Requirements

In order to update the affiliates section you'll need an FTP programme and knowledge of how to use it. You'll also be dealing with Javascript and although you'll be taught how to edit the file, please don't apply unless you're comfortable with coding.

You'll also need time to advertise and check our affiliates section.

Salary & Application

You'll be paid $100 per week by the bank. Please send your application by PM to Dazadi.

Volume 4: Issue 1

Men who for truth and honor's sake
Stand fast and suffer long.
Brave men who work while others sleep,
Who dare while others fly...
They build a nation's pillars deep
And lift them to the sky. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Headlines

Media Circus in LA
by Piper Kin

In the last two weeks a fledgling vampire has brought the city to its knees. With dozens of humans dead at the hands of 64 year old Betty Cooper, there's been a media circus revolving around the killings. Rogue slayers have been coming out of the woodwork to exact revenge and vampire queen Scarlett Caye has claimed dozens of her own people dead.

Concerned for the safety of her people, whose sanctuary is based in Los Angeles and only guarded by Xanth's magic, Scarlett has apparently asked the Aides for help but with Xanth no where to be found and ignoring their summons, another solution has been sketched.

Unfortunately for the vampires, this solution involves a mass exodus from the Crypt to the human sanctuary. This is by no means a perfect solution, but we've been assured it's only temporary. "Once the humans have gone back to thinking there's no such things as monsters - or in this case vampires - we can send you home," one Aide said. "That or Xanth can fix everything when she gets back."

There have been queries as to why vampires are being allowed to reside with what amounts to their dinner but Scarlett and Mayor Maximus Mills both have every confidence in their people to try and get along during this time of need. When asked why they couldn't at least move in with someone else, an Aide said, "The other races are having problems of their own right now." This vague reply is enough cause for concern and doesn't bode well for Elysia's future, but the Aides refused to elaborate and the governors in question have been unavailable for interview.

This reporter wishes all vampires well in their new home, and thanks the mayor and his people for their welcome. Let's just hope nothing bad comes from it.

Monthly Awards
by the Aides

For his diligence in Mayoring and being the General Cool-Guy, Maximus Mills receives the Staff Member of the Month Award. Stay cool, yo.

December's Member of the Month is Dazadi Dacre for Exceptional Roleplay and Lots of Activty. Congrats to you, Dee-dee. ;P

Through the portal they go!
by Tom Caye

Elysia’s newest band of explorers have reached new heights in the search for Elysia’s oldest Aide. This reporter is happy to inform you that Maximus, Elise, Daione and Zephyr have all safely passed through the portal into Acantha - not without sacrifice, however. Castalia and Nymphadora, although expected to be left behind, are now in the custody of gatekeeper Evadne. However, she in turn has problems of her own. By letting the Elysians through to their destination, the guardian of the portal has allowed a destructive Khimaira to enter the confines of Chandric Forest. This could spell bad news, not only for our adventurous nymphs, but also the residents of the nearby Fae Forest. The terrible beast could cause unknown amounts of devastation.

However, on the other side of the portal, things have been going altogether more swimmingly. Maximus Mills has conversed with the Dragon Yapet, who has allowed the group to pass. Despite this, it’s this reporters opinion that the group should tread gently - many dangers may lay ahead before they reach Namiko.

Weekly Feature

The Vampire Circus
by Piper Kin

Betty watched with a scowl as people passed by, her nostrils flaring as she smelled the blood that dripped down the wall near her last victim.

She was sixty four years old. Immortality was a rotten gift at this age. Forever cursed to hunt when her knees ached chronically and the arthritis in her thumb made it impossible to so much as open a jar.

She hadn't even wanted this. She'd welcomed death when the monster attacked her, hadn't even struggled as his fangs sank into her neck. She'd been right at the brink, disappointed to realise there was no white light - at least, not for her - when he'd pulled back and come to his senses. Cursing, his eyes filled with apology, he'd bitten into his wrist and held the wound over her mouth, forcing her to drink.

She'd struggled, of course, but one did not fight with a vampire. In the end, she'd passed out. Dead, she'd hoped. Only to wake up the next morning in the same alley where he'd attacked her, her nose far more sensitive (of course, she would have to learn that particular joy near a dumpster), her belly growling. She'd eaten three full breakfasts before she realised this wasn't a hunger that food would quench.

And so began her predatory migration through the city, learning to use her powers and avoid her weaknesses as she went. Two weeks now, two weeks of constant hunger and mindless need. She saw the horror on the faces of her victims, but she didn't bring them back. What was the point? Like her, they probably wanted to die.

Unlike her, they had the chance to do so and no guilty conscienced vampire to bring them back.

She'd seen her face in the papers of course. Her first attack had been messy and very public. Well, the waitress had been so tempting, a fresh cut still bleeding under its bandaid. Betty had needed no further temptation. Unfortunately, Chinese tourists at the next table had caught it all on camera. Since this was Los Angeles, most people wrote her off as a gungho eccentric actress looking to cause a stir for some kind of publicity stunt. No, it was the ones who believed in vampires to start with that were the problem. People who called themselves 'slayer'. She'd even been approached by some kind of scientist asking to study her. Of course, he was still rotting in her apartment, though she hadn't enjoyed him. Too old.

She found she liked the publicity, the thrill of the hunt. Knowing that at any time, someone might get smart enough, or lucky enough, to kill her. And even though she'd appreciate them doing so, she found herself fighting back, wanting to survive.

A sound behind her made her turn. Standing at the centre of the alley, black wings spread slightly, a huge sword raised ready to swing like some kind of avenging angel, was a woman. Beautiful, dark, a shock of blue tipping the ends of her hair. Betty turned fully to face her, knowing why she was here by instinct. The woman smiled faintly and nodded in return, then hefted the sword and swung.

Employment Agency

Public Relations!!!

EF needs you! *points* In an attempt to bump activity, we're asking every single one of our members to advertise our site. There'll be a sticky in the Billboard explaining how to do so and you'll receive $50 for every successful affiliation.

The best places to advertise are other RPG sites but putting a link to us at every opportunity will go a long way toward increasing awareness.

Thanks in advance,
Xanth and the Aides

Volume 3: Issue 5

Sometimes I see how the brave new world arrives and I see how it thrives ~ ABBA (Happy New Year)

Headlines

Resurrection
by Piper Kin

Dazadi Dacre's attempts to resurrect her dead lifemate, Arkadios Rhea, also known as Kade, were stunningly successful. After a trip to Xanth's Temple fraught with danger and tension, the pair learned from the Book of Days that in order to regain Kade's own body, they would need to dig it out of his grave and summon Xanth.

Neither prospect was particularly appealing but because Kade was still trapped in Suka Matali's body - that of an Anyeli - he could not accompany Dazadi to Paris, forcing her to perform the emotional deed alone. Returning to him with his coffin, they finally managed to summon Xanth through her imp dragon, Faroah. Unfortunately, Xanth was not in the mood to resurrect Kade without certain conditions and it seems now that he has lost all ability to wield his axe, a favoured weapon.

Is this the last step towards a happy ending for the Aide and her lifemate? "They were arguig pretty loud," said a fledgling passing by Dazadi's quarters. "So I doubt it."

Neither Dazadi nor Mister Rhea were available for comment.

Sanctuaries in Need
by Piper Kin

For the last few months, sanctuaries have seemed pretty empty and dead. Xanth is calling on Elysians for ideas and input on how to encourage activity - not just in sanctuaries but other areas too! One idea has been to open up the Cloud Palace to non-Anyeli as an in character ploy to gain the cash needed to renovate. But this attempt has had little success yet. It remains to be seen whether or not it will work at all.

If you have any ideas or suggestions, why not post them? Xanth's eager to here them. ;)

The Snowflake Ball
by Tom Caye

There's been some hot activity going on up in the alps recently, and it's not global warming.

The Snowflake ball, hosted by vampire leader Scarlett Caye and her friends Amber and Faith, has been taking place over the festive period. The three lovely ladies planned the gathering to perfection; The music was heavenly and the drinks were delicious. With the crisp white snow as a backdrop, a large number of Elysians gathered to partake in the festive fun. A formal dress code was in place though, no sneakers here thank you! The gentle yet tuneful musicians provided cover for any awkward silences and everyone seemed mellowed by the flowing drinks and sweet sounds. Of course, this led to dancing, how could it not? Scarlett and Niles set the trend with a steamy slow dance, could this be leading elsewhere? Either way, this reporter declares the ball a success.

Editorial

To Xanth: Have you ever had that "special someone" in your life or don't you look for true love, being a Goddess and all that?
The concept of 'someone special' varies. Perhaps you should elaborate. As for love, one should never actively search for love. The universe is built in such a fashion that it generally finds you all by itself.

Weekly Feature

Dimitri's Demise
by Piper Kin

Dimitri Koraceb smirked at the goddess even as he dabbed at his bloodied nose. He didn't bother to hide his gloating smile as he watched her. He'd made her angry enough to lash out physically, no one else had ever done that.

"You are wrong, Dimitri," she scolded, her face a mask of dismay. Dimitri scowled. The one thing that had always thwarted his flawless plans was her ability and willingness to read his mind. "You are far from the first I have beaten this way."

She stepped away from him toward one of the burning bowls of oil that stood either side of the dais, and despite himself, Dimitri winced. He knew what was coming. The red hot brand resting in the oil told him as much.

"Since you are such a barbarian, Dimitri, I will brand you as such. You have failed me."

"Oh come, Xanth, we both know that's not why you're p-" Before he could finish, she whipped around, the brand ripping through the air toward him, her hiss masking the sound he made.

"You are right, Dimitri. This brand is so all of Elysia will know how you turned against them." She tossed the steaming metal aside and stood back, staring down at him. If she'd been angry, he would have laughed in her face, but just then all he could see was disappointment.

Scowling, he lunged to his feet, almost considered going for her throat, but dismissed the idea as ludicrous. She wasn't the world's best fighter, but she didn't need to be when she had the power of the universe at her fingertips.

"I'll be back, Xanth. Your little kingdom will fall."

She had looked away when he stood. Now her eyes lifted, her gaze meeting his, full of fire and brimstone. Dimitri quivered despite himself, despite the many years he had served as her Aide.

He had been greedy. Becoming a demigod had not been enough for him - he wanted it all. But in all the time he had served her, advised her, worked with her, he had never seen her like this.

And he never would again, or anything else for that matter.

"You will not get the chance, Dimitri."

Employment Agency

Public Relations

Help spread the word about Elysia by travelling the world wide web in search of roleplay sites just like ours. Read their rules and follow ours as you give them a link to EF and one of our buttons, and pass on their details so we can link to them.

You'll be paid $50 per week with a bonus of $50 for every successful affiliation.

Please send applications to Xanth's Secretary.

Assistant Editor

The Chronicles is looking for a new assistant editor to work alongside Chenoan.

Responsibilities

+ Oversee the features team
+ Ensure the paper is printed on time
+ Make sure deadlines are adhered to
+ Proofread features and edit where necessary
+ Check links and sources
+ Accept submissions of tips and features
+ Write headline stories
+ Pay salaries for regular staff
+ Pay for submissions from freelancers

Salary

$100 per week to be paid by Chenoan.

How to Apply

In your application please include the following:

+ Your real name or alias (not your character's name)
+ Apply from the character account you wish the salary to be paid to should you get the job
+ Please include a portfolio of headline stories (please check the Chronicles archives for an idea of what we're after).

Please PM questions and applications to Chenoan, thank you.

Volume 3: Issue 4

I don't care how poor a man is; if he has family, he's rich. ~ Dan Wilcox and Thad Mumford, "Identity Crisis," M*A*S*H

Headlines

The Christmas Ball
by Piper Kin

For days anticipation has run hot throughout Elysia ever since the invitations to the Snowflake Ball organised by Scarlett Caye, Alieh Kae and Faith went out. Hosted in a winter wonderland of a cave in the lower Alps, the ball requires formal dress and even the Imps are in attendance - as elves!

Some of the best Elysian musicians have arrived to help partygoers get into the swing of things. We hear the cave is a bit chilly though, so make sure you take a jacket that matches your party best. ^__~

(Art by Alieh Kae, aka AmberRose)

Daoine's Dinner
by Piper Kin

The Cosy Cafe is already the busiest eatery in the marketplace and the hotspot for gossip. It's also been visited by a few of the A-List in the past - Kiril and even Xanth once stopped there for lunch (though we hear there was a bit of a kerfuffle about that).

This Christmas, Daoine is hosting a lovely feast for Elysians who don't want the hassle of cooking for themselves. With the menu available now, who can resist?

Don't forget to RSVP!

The Quest for an Aide Continues
by Tom Caye

The questers representing Nymphs, humans and Dragons now face their toughest challenge yet - the less-than-pleasant portal gatekeeper and Nymph, Evadne. Her looks are ravishing, her raven black hair is to die for and her eyes sparkle in such a way that even the toughest warrior could melt under her gaze. However, do not let the beauty of her exterior fool you - it has been discovered that the obstacles the questers have faced were the work of the Nymph. The presence of the quest party has thoroughly irritated the wench, causing her to crash trees down in their path and generally make their task as difficult as possible. Despite the hate-fuelled woman's intentions, this reporter thoroughly believes the questers can pass her and enter the Acanthan dimension - surely they didn't come this far to fail?

The Haunting of Dazadi
by Piper Kin

Two hundred years ago, as a previous feature told, the Aide Dazadi's partner, Kade, was killed on a mission that haunts Dazadi to this very day. When she faced the Hind, all those memories boiled to the surface, leaving the already unhinged Aide more than a little crazy. It wasn't until Dazadi was rescued, however, that events took a rather unexpected turn when she accidentally used her Anyeli/Aide powers to download her entire life into the mind of Suka Matali.

As readers of the Chronicles will already know, Suka has since become a menace to Elysian society - particularly its women. As more and more of Dazadi's memories attacked him, Suka became almost as unhinged as Dazadi herself until finally it seems that his body is being taken over by the very Dragon - Kade - who died two hundred years ago.

While Kade attempts to regain his own body with Dazadi's help, Suka slips away into oblivion leaving his own girlfriend to wait in terror that he'll never come back. Can Kade get his own body back or is Suka doomed?

Weekly Feature

Kaida's Revenge
by Kaida Tanili

Before I could take another step, I heard a loud thud behind me, and swung around. Just at my eyes focused on the hunter, a loud crack rang through the air, followed by an exploding pain in my shoulder. Turning my head, I looked down at my arm, and saw what had happened. The bullet from his gun had gone clean through, and the pain it caused was immense. Turning my head slowly, I looked at the hunter before me. Although I was in pain, and I know I was, my brain refused to register it. My soul didn’t care. All reason had left me, and I was stuck with the shell of a monster. I was going to kill him, and I was going to enjoy it.

Either the hunter saw the killer in my eyes, or he had no more bullets to shoot, he ran off as quickly as he could muster. I only took a few steps, my motions flawless. It was like I was following a pre laid out plan, and nothing could go wrong. My confidence in my ability was so stunning, if he’d of shot me full of bullets I don’t think I would have wavered. Taking the knife in my hand, I pulled it back then launched it with a roar at the hunter. It flung quickly through the air, sticking directly into his spine. He fell forward with a hard crash, nearly collapsing into the tree beside him.

I made my way to his weeping body and stood over him, one foot on each side of his body. Picking up his body by his hair, I pulled him off the ground just enough to get a good look at his face. There was no doubt in my mind; this was the hunter who’d beheaded my mother. Throwing him down to the ground, I took my knife by the handle and yanked it out of his back. He let loose a scream even I looked away from. Closing my eyes and clenching my jaw, my fist griped the knife with a fury that had only intensified since the killing began. With one smooth motion, I bent down and garroted him. Moving to the side, I placed my foot on his shoulder and kicked him onto his back.

As I stood there watching him die, my knife still gripped tight in my hand, images of my mothers life flashed before my eyes. Her wonderful life and our time together all flooded my memories. Then her death entered my mind again. Vision after vision, I saw her die over and over and over. And then, I saw her being scavenged. Scavenged. Letting loose a scream of pain, I held my knife above my head and sunk to the floor, plunging it into the hunters heart. His body shook from the sudden motion, just before becoming still completely. The mess around me was immense, but my soul was shut off to it. My body wrenched in sobs once more for my departed mother.

Finally I released my hold on my knife and pushed my body back falling to the ground. Scrambling to get up, I looked away from the murderer’s body and stumbled in the opposite direction. My senses were beginning to catch up to me, and my body ached from the wound I’d been given. My muscles were sore from the exertion they’d been put through, and my heart accepted its broken fate. Closing my eyes, I slowly made my way home, needing to get away from all I’d seen, and all I’d done. As I walked away from the massacre behind me, I heard the low howls of prey, coming to claim her kills.

The End.

Employment Agency

Public Relations

Help spread the word about Elysia by travelling the world wide web in search of roleplay sites just like ours. Read their rules and follow ours as you give them a link to EF and one of our buttons, and pass on their details so we can link to them.

You'll be paid $50 per week with a bonus of $50 for every successful affiliation.

Please send applications to Xanth's Secretary.

Assistant Editor

The Chronicles is looking for a new assistant editor to work alongside Chenoan.

Responsibilities

+ Oversee the features team
+ Ensure the paper is printed on time
+ Make sure deadlines are adhered to
+ Proofread features and edit where necessary
+ Check links and sources
+ Accept submissions of tips and features
+ Write headline stories
+ Pay salaries for regular staff
+ Pay for submissions from freelancers

Salary

$100 per week to be paid by Chenoan.

How to Apply

In your application please include the following:

+ Your real name or alias (not your character's name)
+ Apply from the character account you wish the salary to be paid to should you get the job
+ Please include a portfolio of headline stories (please check the Chronicles archives for an idea of what we're after).

Please PM questions and applications to Chenoan, thank you.

Volume 3: Issue 3

It's only when you look at an ant through a magnifying glass on a sunny day that you realise how often they burst into flames. ~ Harry Hill

Headlines

Success!
by Piper Kin

In the last week or so, there have been two notable changes in Elysia - the advent of Character Journals and the release of the new default skin called Grey Fields.

Both have apparently been welcomed with excitement and the Journals board is already filling up with threads that can chart a character's life as deeply or shallowly as they like.

"It's nice to have our hard work pay off," stated one of the members responsible for the journals. "But it wouldn't have happened if it weren't for the suggestion of one of our members."

This just goes to show that it's worth the effort of passing your ideas on. "Even if we can't use them straight away, or as a whole, we'll definitely try to use them in whatever capacity we can."

Invitation to Apply
by Chenoan Cirocco

As Elysia grows, so does the need for money. With the opening of widely publicized journals the need has lessened slightly, but it's still there. We here at the chronicles post all open jobs in the paper each week. Sadly we rarely get any applicants.

So consider this an open invitation to apply for an Elysian job. From Writers to Artists there's definitely something for almost anyone. So what're you waiting for?

Editorial

None for this week!

Weekly Feature

Kaida's Revenge, Part 3
by Kaida Tanili

I followed my own sent back to their camp. Without chasing anyone, the run back seemed longer. I was actually able to feel the burn in my side by the time I got back. I had no doubt in my mind that the other two would wonder about their friend, and probably disappear looking for him. When I found that they hadn’t, I felt my eyes harden even more. These hunters seemed to be heartless in every aspect. Clenching my jaw again, I waited patiently, trying my hardest not to look at the prize they'd gathered from my mother. At this point, I was lost. They had guns, traps, and most of all; there was two of them. I didn’t stand a chance, especially not as a bear cub. As I lay there thinking, I shook my head. I had only one chance. And if I wasn’t successful, then my mother had died in vain. She died to protect our secret, and I was about to openly show it.

Sucking in my breath, I let it out shakily. Erupting in a roar, I burst through the brush and into the small clearing. My actions startled one hunter backwards off his chair, and the other flung for his gun, picking it up and aiming it at me. I stood perfectly still in that moment. I stared at the ground, and willed my ears to pick every little sound up. The rustling of the chair, the hunter peaking up from lying on his back, a finger clicking down on the trigger, then releasing it, his arm coming down, bringing the gun along with it. They looked at me, and they saw a small bear cub. I was a prize, a trophy. If they kept me alive, they could sell me, just like my father. I, I was their ticket to getting rich quickly. If only they knew. But, I guess they were about to.

Shifting as quickly as I could, my body morphed into that of a human woman. It didn’t take long as I was still chalk full of adrenaline. The shock from what he'd seen made the hunter with the gun stumble back, while the other one got enough sense to realize what was going on. He began to scramble to his feet as the other one lifted his gun once again, aiming at me. With a motion I’d never felt before, I quickly reached behind myself, pulling out my spear any my knife. In an underhand motion I flung my knife as hard as I could directly at the gunned hunter’s leg. Just as it pierced his flesh, making him rip loose in a blood curdling scream, I lifted my spear and turned towards the other hunter. His shock over not just what he’d seen me do, but from his buddies scream had him standing paralyzed. If I had been any other person… if I had seen anything other than what I’d seen, I might have spared him. But I didn’t. Pulling back my upper body, I braced myself and shot forward my spear aiming directly for his heart. Its swiftness was just as it glided through the air and hit its mark. I watched as it sunk into his chest and shot out the other side. His hand went up to hold the wooden pole, clutching at it falling to his knees. He looked up at me in his dying moments, and I met his gaze, not once flinching, or feeling any bit of remorse. It didn’t take long until he fell over, gasping for his last breath.

Turning around to find the other hunter, I found the place he stood was empty. The coward had seen what I had done to his friend, though why he didn’t just shoot me I’ll never know. I wasn’t in my animal form any longer, and his sent was lost. But I could taste his fear in air. Pulling out yet another knife, I began to slowly look around for him. In his state of mind, even as a human I’d be able to hear him running. And other than the crack of forest beneath my feet, I heard nothing. Pressing my hand to a nearby tree, I stopped and peered. The dark of the night was intense, and being a human, a distressed one at that, wasn’t helping at all. Pushing myself away from the tree I moved forward, gazing in every direction. He was not going to get away with murdering my mother. Even if I had to devote my life to hunting him down.

Employment Agency

Public Relations

Help spread the word about Elysia by travelling the world wide web in search of roleplay sites just like ours. Read their rules and follow ours as you give them a link to EF and one of our buttons, and pass on their details so we can link to them.

Responsibilities

+Advertising the Elysian Fields

Salary

You'll be paid $20 per week with a bonus of $50 for every successful affiliation.

How to Apply

Please send applications to Xanth's Secretary.

Calling all artists!

Wouldn't it be great if we could actually see Xanth's Temple? Or the Fae Tree, or the marketplace? Wouldn't it be amazing to see what an imp really looks like, or how big the Scorpion King was?

As much as the Elysian Fields is based off our members imaginations, it would be really cool if we could create a visual aspect for the site. And that's where you come in.

We're looking for:
+ landscapes, including city and rural scapes
+ humanoid beings
+ non-humanoid creatures for the bestiary
+ miscellaneous items and scenes

If you sign up, you'll be given a description to work from and the rest is up to you. ^__^

Salary

Further details to be given to the artists hired. Payment to be arranged per piece. Please be aware that we do have requirements and you'll need to be able to take instruction. ^__~

How to Apply

If you think you can help, please send examples of your art (minimum of three pieces) to Xanth's Secretary and wait to hear from us. ^^

Assistant Editor

The Chronicles is looking for a new assistant editor to work alongside Chenoan.

Responsibilities

+ Oversee the features team
+ Ensure the paper is printed on time
+ Make sure deadlines are adhered to
+ Proofread features and edit where necessary
+ Check links and sources
+ Accept submissions of tips and features
+ Write headline stories
+ Pay salaries for regular staff
+ Pay for submissions from freelancers

This is an out of character job for the most part so we will be hiring based on the following factors:

+ Good English
+ Ability to work in a team or alone
+ Good imagination
+ Time to do all of the above
+ Good knowledge of what's happening around Elysia

Salary

$100 per week to be paid by Chenoan.

How to Apply

In your application please include the following:

+ Your real name or alias (not your character's name)
+ Apply from the character account you wish the salary to be paid to should you get the job
+ Please include a portfolio of headline stories (minimum of three, please check the Chronicles archives for an idea of what we're after).

Please PM questions and applications to Chenoanthank you.

Feature Artist & Journalist

The Chronicles is also looking for new writers and artists for the weekly features section.

Responsibilities

+ Submit at least one feature per month
+ Adhere to any deadlines
+ Follow the editors' guidance
+ Check all facts before writing
+ Check links and sources
+ Write at least one headline story per week

Skills

+ Good English or Art
+ Ability to proof your own work
+ Good imagination
+ Time to do all of the above
+ Good knowledge of what's happening around Elysia
+ Ability to take constructive criticism

Salary

Feature staff are paid $50 per feature submission by Chenoan and $15 per submitted headline story.

How to Apply

In your application please include a portfolio (minimum of two features, please check the Chronicles archives for an idea of what we're after).

Please PM questions and applications to Chenoan, thank you.

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