Samantha's Story

My name is Samantha, and I am a very troubled fox. I have nightmares every time the sun goes down. Ever since the invasion, I've felt scared of my own shadow. Each morning I cry for my best friend, who was lost in the Phantom's portal. Will you let me tell you my story? It may give you terrifying dreams as well...

I stood on the balcony of my fantasy castle, watching the sun sink behind the mountains in a dazzle of gold. The breeze kissed my cheek, and I happily twirled in my night-colored gown. I couldn't wait for the grand dinner party to be hosted in the Township. I dashed down the stairs to my kitchen and then out the royal doors and across the bridge over the river. I could hear the waterfall thundering down, and it made me smile wider and run faster. I planned to meet my best friend, Stella, at the party. She was an energetic rabbit, with an appetite for adventure. I had heard gossip from the girls that she had a new hot boyfriend. I hope he'll be good to her. I'd do anything for my best friend...

Then, I saw the most horrible thing, as soon as I got there! Large phantoms, probably favorites of the phantom generals, zapping rabbits and trying to drag them into some blue portal. Stella was behind her new boyfriend, apparently named Houston.

Since the rabbits were formally trained to know karate, they charged the large phantoms. The other animals watched them in awe.

Some, such as me, however, struggled to help the battle. 

A snow leopard dressed in thick armor, an antlered wolf, a freedom-colored arctic wolf and a crocodile with wings were among them.

Stella struggled to help, but she was too eager for adventure to notice the portal behind the phantoms. She did several defensive kicks before she was zapped by a phantom and plunged into the portal in her unconscious silence.

By the time any of the reinforcements even got close to the battle, the portal was gone, the phantoms somewhere else... and me, along with the ruins of the wonderful party castle looking for my friend.

                                             ALL CREDIT TO ATHENA ANEALIA.

Frost and Snowyclaw: Co-Op

We had received an anonymous message the phantoms were using stolen Vramaasian technology to bomb Jamaa Township with nanite bombs, and we weren't taking chances.
Snowy was bitter from Amelia freezing her in ice for no good reason (see Frost in Court: Preview), but I managed to coax her into coming with me to find and destroy the bombs.
Once the nanites were out, every Jammer in close proximity would be killed or roboticized, or even worse...
Made into a phantom.
"Are you ready?" I asked Snowy as we crept in the sewers.
"Other than ready for mental trauma? Then I'm ready." she replied.
A few rats crept by us, which made me glad I had used Keldeo's water shield. Jamaasian rats could carry rabies, or even infest you with craziness nanites.
Eesh.
As the note said, the bomb should have been right underneath Mira's statue, half-lodged in the wall. We had brought all sorts of tools, from nunchucks to safety scissors.
Believe me, safety scissors are deadly weapons.
I felt a tinge of pain as I got closer to the nanite bomb, because Zion wasn't talking to me after I turned him into a prelate minion. That scrape was because of stupid Nanyte, Phantom Queen and those stupid nanites. Long story short, it took Mia and Snowy to free me from Nanyte's will.
Suddenly, just as the sewer pipe was getting narrower, a swarm of phantoms attacked, which meant we were close to the bomb.
I sent my pet dwarf tiger after a few straggler phantoms at the back of the group, and I easily slashed a few of the phantoms to BITS.
Snowy stayed at my back, cutting the phantoms with horns and teeth, while I used magic and claws, careful not to drain my mana.
The Spirit Armor protected me from phantom corruption, which unfortunately, didn't do well against Nanyte's might.
Hey, that rhymes!
Soon, the only things around us were time blobs floating in the dirty water and time blobs splattered everywhere.
"Good work, but that drained us a tad too much." I sighed.
Snowy didn't reply.
I turned around, and saw Snowy following me, quieter than a mouse.

We found the bomb in no time flat, but it was partly lodged in the cobblestones, and it was also at one minute left until detonation.
"What do we do?" I wailed in despair. Our best tools could destroy the bomb in say, an hour.
Snowy grimaced at the thought of a chance of being made into a corpse, phantom or robot minion.
Suddenly, I had an idea, and decided to whistle for Drakus.
Drakus came in an unmannerly way.
He simply burst a hole in the steel pipe.
"Drakus..." I whined.
We still had bad relations, even after shaking out our false memories, but we had a close enough link to call each other when needed.
"I'm  fine, just some steel splinters. Now, do you need my telekinesis to lift the bomb out of that crack and destroy the nanites within?" Drakus growled.
I smiled, and winked.
"Go do it, crocodile boy." I said simply.
At those words, the bomb drifted out of the crack, shook, and ker-splashed into the sewer water.
Drakus disappeared, and me and Snowy exchanged a high-paw.
"I think you didn't need me, actually!" Snowy said.
"Oh, I needed you all right!" I said, playfully tapping her on the shoulder with my armored tail. "Your fearsome claws and horns killed those phantoms quickly!"
We exchanged jokes for a while.

Creation Of Mira's Shrine

Credit to Tallstar for finding this in the archives I was deciphering!

The Shrine of Mira

Long ago, before Jamaa as we know it, Zios decided to create a shrine.  But who for?  He sat many days, thinking, and then finally realized who in all of Jamaa deserved a temple.  It was his beautiful Sky Mother, Mira.  He called Peck to his palace and gave her his instructions.  She was to draw a design for the shrine, decide where to put it, and then craft the most magnificent statue of Mira that was possible.

Peck went to work at once, sketching and erasing and throwing out bad copies, until she finally had the perfect shrine for Mira.  She then went to the forest and found the finest and smoothest copper and sparkling crystals.  She painted the copper a pretty bluish-green and carved it in the shape of a bird holding her wing up.  She then took her two best crystals and fit them on her head for eyes.  She stepped back and sighed.  It was almost as if the beautiful bird was in the room herself.  All of a sudden the statue turned its head to her.  “Hello Peck. That’s a wonderful statue you built of me.”  Peck started, then turned around and realized she was looking at the wrong thing.  It was Mira!  Well, the statue still wasn’t too bad.

Mira flew Peck back to Zios, the wind blowing in her face.  Peck bowed and presented her sketch to him.  He looked at it thoughtfully.  “And where would it go?”  Peck dipped her head respectfully.  “In that empty clearing in the Township, sir.”  Zios smiled.  “Peck, you are one good little rabbit.”  He snapped his fingers.  “Now the Shrine of Mira is complete.  Go visit your wonderful creation, Peck.”

Once again Mira flew Peck across Jamaa, landing lightly in the Township.  Peck felt nervous, but she raised her voice to the animals surrounding her.  “Everyone, a special thing is happening today.”  She paused, trying to find the right words.  “Sky Father Zios has opened a shrine for our Sky Mother, Mira, and now if you’ll follow me, we can visit.”

Peck quietly led the animals up the path to the empty clearing.  A curtain of lichen hung in front of it.  She took a deep breath before pulling the curtain to the side.

When she looked up, she gasped at her creation.  They were in a large space made of white cement with large arches over them.  Feathers hung from the ceiling, creating an awed feeling of mystical things in the room.  A swirled pattern lay beneath their feet, leading to the same spot the dozens of crystals were reflecting their light on.  The Mira statue was in the center of the room, shining with the light of the beautiful crystals.  It was on a magnificent gold pedestal and the twinkling of its eyes made it seem almost alive.

The animals gathered around in awe, silent for once.  Then one animal called out from the back.  “Whose creation is this?”  Peck felt like she would sink into the ground.  “Mine…” she said weakly.  Everyone fell silent.  “Three cheers for Peck!”  A shout came from the back. Animals around her started cheering, waving their paws in the air.  She smiled.

Then the crowd parted and Mira appeared beside Peck.  “I think Peck deserves a round of applause!  Or appaws, should I say.”  While the animals clapped for Peck, Mira bent down to whisper something in Peck’s ear.  “I am very proud of you, my dear.  You are one of my finest children.”

 And with that, Mira gave a gigantic flap of her wings and flew up into the sky, soaring higher and higher until she was gone.  Peck stared after her with a smile in her eyes.  “I love you, Mira,” she murmured.  Then she turned back to the watching animals.  “I think this calls for celebration!”

Frost In Court: Continued

Frost knew something was wrong when she saw Amadeus and the two vials of potion.
She awoke on a mountain peak, the wolf Amadeus in front of her and two blue vials of potion in front of him.
"Drink one... one will kill and another let you live." Amadeus hissed.
Frost tried to home in on the ingreidents, but Amadeus blocked her.
A voice whispered in her mind.
"Frost, this is your mother. Take the right one on the right, and swap it with the left so that Amadeus doesn't make the right one the wrong one. I am sorry that the Alphas tried to make this unfair, I am looking into their motives right now."
Frost did as told.
Amadeus growled when she drank the concotion with no death. Every sip pained him.
"Goodbye... for now..."
Frost found herself back in her den.

Arina, Amadeus's Wife

"Arina, the artist of Jamaa before Peck became more well known, is the wife of the holy priest of Zios, Amadeus. Her paintings rivaled even Peck's jazzy art, her sculptures were stunning, and her style made even the snobbiest happy."

"However, she gave away each painting and sculpture for one gem, and after fifty years she only had 10,000 gems to spend on food, shelter, and clothing. She lived in the Art Studio, and her life slowly withered away of age. Peck saw this as the opportunity to shine her true colors, and challenged Arina to a weaving contest."

"Sure, Arina's tapestries shined like a pollen-coated wind, but Peck's seemed to have strings made of light. So, they sat down in the Chamber Of Knowledge, and wove as fast as a horse's sprint, competing for the title of Jamaa's Best Artist. The challenge lasted three days, each weaving colored string and rarely taking meal and sleep breaks."

"Eventually, their elaborate tapestries were done. However, Peck had cheated, using a feather of Mira to keep her energy up, and often used jinxes to make Arina falter in her weaving. Peck's tapestry was of Mira fighting the phantoms valiantly, while Arina's was of... a caterpillar munching a leaf. The older artist, being the old wolf she was, resigned from art and has journeyed for parts unknown 'to make things right'. Nobody except for Mira, Peck, Arina and Frost know of the time she cheated..."

Drakus's Story

Drakus, real name Count Desertstone, is a hybrid of a dragon and a crocodile, two reptiles that could not be more different in nature. While other crocodiles would spend time laying in the sun all day, Drakus would practice his powers, and in his spare time, try to find ancient artifacts. One time he dug up a small rock from the age of Zios. Out of jealousy, the other crocodiles teased him, until he had enough. Drakus fled from the island, and found a portal to Jamaa. He was confused, until he bumped into a legendary crocodile named Cornelius. Due to his special powers and the Wyvern Shift ability, Cornelius took him on a tour around Jamaa, from the seas of Deep Blue to the tip of Mt. Shiveer's tallest mountain, Mount Mira. He eventually had the honor to be apprenticed by Cornelius, but he still has these questions; Why do the Phantoms want to destroy Jamaa? What happned to Zios? Do the Phantoms have a king?
Sadly, Frost and Zion were out to get him...
For the adventures, go to the Phantom War RolePlay page!

Frost In Court: Preview

Prologue

Snowyclaw and Mia held Frost in their jaws, and dragged her to the Alpha hut.
While they walked through Jamaa, they noticed how much damage Nanyte had done.
Smoke rose from many dens, the trees were burning, some of the rocks in the canyons were frozen solid, and many bleeding Jammers and prelates lay on the ground, just to name a few problems.
Worst of all, Jamaa was in ruins with nobody that was strong enough to do anything about it.
As they set Frost down in Cosmo's room, where he was overloaded with injured Jammers and dying Prelates, Amelia walked in slowly, covered with nips and scratches.
"I am sorry, Mia and Snowy, but we must take Frost for a trial. She has betrayed Jamaa." Amelia said, her eyes full of sorrow for her apprentice.
Mia's face was startled.
"The Alphas can't blame her, Amelia, she was a pawn in what happened!" Mia cried. Amelia shook her head.
"These are our ways, and they have protected Jamaa for millenia. Even the Alpha of rebels cannot break the ancient laws." Amelia said, her tone full of regret.
Snowy growled.
"Take her away, and you lose some strong supporters!" she snarled, and Mia joined in.
Amelia's face was deadly calm.
"I am truly sorry that I have to do this."
She glared at the young heroes, freezing them in a thick layer of ice.

Frost and Nanyte: Continued

The powers of the old Emerald, fused with Frost's heart, have extended her powers beyond what she could normally achieve. However, her desires and ideals will be warped when the Phantom Queen starts to tamper with stolen Vramaasian technology...


The story so far:
The phantom queen has broken a roboticization bomb, and awakened the evil demigod Nanyte, who found Frost to be a suitable host and possessed her. Now, we see the Alphas' reaction....
"Run!" Ruby cried as she passed Zion, who was still recovering from the Ore Compass quest.
The young leopard smirked.
"Not another one of your jokes..." Zion trailed off as Nanyte sped by, using his powers to rip Zion's essence out of him.
His shell fell to the ground, a white "core" in Nanyte's paw now. The pieces of the Core glowed, all parts of Zion's spirit. Slowly, Nanyte shaped it into a leopard identical to Zion, but bent to Nanyte's will to become a shell of his former self, now rid of all imperfection.
"Ruby, your will can be bent at my will once I get my paws on you..." Nanyte hissed as she managed to gather the remaining Alphas to warn them of the danger.
Nanyte gathered "Prelate" (the resulting body from a core) Zion back into a core, and teleported to the township.

The Jammers of Jamaa were all clumped together, talking among themselves and trading items when Nanyte appeared right on the message board, his aura ripping the messages to shreds.
"Little gnats... follow my orders and KNEEL!" Nanyte growled. Phantom prelates behind him danced, threatening to glare any stragglers down with their eye lasers.
"You're nothing but a bad person doing a skyway!" a little bunny cried. Nanyte fixed his ruby eye on the poor little Jammer.
With a single look, he ripped the essence out of the bunny into a pink core. The core materialized in front of its body, now an empty shell. The bunny's fur was still white as a prelate, but her eyes glowed murky green and her fur was dotted with black streaks.
"Let yourself be enslaved,under me or become a prelate!" Nanyte snarled.
Snowyclaw, the antlered descendant of Melissa, emerged from the crowd, black eyes gleaming with determination.
"Frost, what has happened to you? Stop ripping the essence out of these poor little whelps and snap out of it!" she said. Nanyte snarled.
"You talk of my former self foolishly, hero. I was Frost once, but as Nanyte the nanite demigod, I have rinsed the influence of Jamaasian culture out of her mind and replaced it with darkness. Even the Alphas think of my name in terror!" 
The golden robes of Nanyte glistened in the sun, and the jewels hidden under his silk robes flashed in Snowy's eyes, and the prelates grabbed her.
Mia dove out of the crowd, slashing the prelate to bits and shaking Snowy.
The arctic wolf turned and saw millions of scared little faces.
"Run!" she cried. "These aren't normal phantoms, they are prelates! Run as fast as you can!"
The entirety of Jamaa ran to the west, where they could hide in the Forgotten Valley, and Nanyte cackled. Little nanites fell out of his cape.
"Fine. I will take us to a battlefield where we can battle this out! If I win, you will willingly become one of my prelates. If you win, I leave this body and never disturb you again." Nanyte rasped.
They found themselves on a barren wasteland known as Vramaa Township, where the Vramaasians dwelled far from each other, keeping their common items to themselves.
Mia and Snowy had no idea that Vramaa wasn't just a place from Frost's tales, but they had no time to think.
WHAM!
Nanyte crashed into them, platinum belts whipping them like crazy.
Nanyte assumed the avatar of Mira, only that Mira wasn't Mira, she was Zira the scarred eagle, often portrayed as a black heron.
Seven feathers of Mira of seven original colors swirled around Nanyte, and fused with him, making him Dark Nanyte.
Mia could hear the Crisis City theme music pounding in her ears as Dark Nanyte easily picked up a mountain.
Suddenly, though, a wave of pain swept through Nanyte, and they were back in Jamaa.
"I have no idea if you heroes know sorcerryyyy.... but I must destroy you for weakening me." Nanyte growled. Mia and Snowy had no idea who was doing this to Frost, but they were determined to save their friend.

The battle raged for two days, with no interference from the Alphas or phantoms, as they were fighting near the shelter where all of Jamaa shivered. Icefire and storms were unleashed, devouring the land of its former beauty.  In the worst of the fighting, magical blood bled from all three combatants. 
In the best, the two heroes were crippled and barely defending themselves, as Dark Nanyte was hard to control. They themselves became Light Snowyclaw and Mia when seven feathers found them, but the battle still ravaged the land.
In the final battle, Snowy nearly died....

"So, Heroes, are you ready to die painfully?" Nanyte hissed. Prelate Zion and the prelate phantoms hissed in chorus with him. The echoes ran away over the water, where icefire was burning. Because Icefire was a mix of ice and fire, it burned anything in its path and was easy to spread. One touch and anyone would be dead.
Mia and Snowy were weak, but so was Nanyte.
If they could siphon his power over Frost...
Nanyte cackled, and the prelate phantoms charged.
Mia and Snowy fought for their lives, but the prelates had stronger abilities than even mechanical victims.
Between breaths, they muttered: 
"What is it with Vramaasians and their desire to use technology and magic to strengthen their army? After all, Nanyte was a general in the army that was tested on with technology, and the roboticizer an accident in the medical field." 
The final fight lasted for twelve hours, with not much more than just bloodshed and blows between good and evil.
Just as the battle was turning its tide towards Mia and Snowy, Nanyte found sending his prelates boring and sent his own psychic claws.
As the mist choked the duo, Mia cried tears that held the arms at bay.
"Frost, I know you're better than this! Fight off Nanyte, and please, protect Jamaa! Nanyte warped your desire to do good, and now look at you! FROST-SNAP-OUT-OF-IT!" Mia cried.
Nanyte shuddered, and the clothes vanished. The prelate's effects were undone, except for Zion, who seemed to be trapped in his prelate form.
Frost dropped like a stone to the water, sapped of her energy.

End!

Ore Compass: Part Two

The spoon pointed in the direction of the kitchens, where Cosmo was cooking breakfast.
Ore glittering inside it, the Ore Compass actually seemed like something legendary.
Sir Gilbert had insisted that there had been a few tales about orphans tigers told to each other, but Kragok would insist he had never heard such tales in Vramaa, which was kind of odd considering word spread fast between Jamaa, Earth and Vramaa.
Parlan followed its direction, trying to hide his spoon.
The spoon started pointing like crazy at Zion, who was enjoying a meal of cooked rabbit.
Good thing that Peck wasn't here.
Think, Parlan! You need to bring Zion along because he is an orphan, but Zion may think you're crazy!
Parlan walked up to Zion casually, pretending that Frost wasn't placing a banana split on the table and chatting with Zion.
"Hey, Zion, um, would you talk to me in private for a second?" asked Parlan.
Zion looked startled, and unsheathed his claws.
Frost glared at Parlan as if he were a sushi roll she wanted to eat in one bite but couldn't.
"Just one sec, okay?"
Zion glanced at Frost, then nodded.
"Make it quick, because the vanilla ice cream won't be solid for long." Zion said, his tone not happy at all.
Parlan led Zion to the back door, and whispered in his ear.
"Look, Zion, you're starting to get a relationship with Frost, yes, but she surely won't mind if you come along with me for a quick, personal mission. Did you ever know your parents?"
Zion shook his head, but stopped Parlan before he could speak again with a single, sharp claw.
"Parlan, I will consider this 'mission' you speak of, but Frost isn't the sort of Jamaasian you want to mess with. Her feelings aren't quite... stable, and at this early stage I don't want to mess things up. After all, Frost's wrath can be... well, a force to be reckoned with. Look, Parlan, as long as the trip won't take too long, I'll come, but I'll need time to consider." Zion said.
Parlan stared at Zion's waving tail long after the black-furred leopard padded back to eat his split.

Parlan sighed on his bed of moss and leaves, staring at the Ore Compass. It pointed towards Frost's den, but Zion hadn't be recruited yet. Besides, Frost wasn't somebody who liked to be awakened from slumber.
Sir Gilbert stuffed some of his cloaks in his drawer gently with his teeth, then stared up at the young cub in his hammock. The room was large for such a small hut, sure, but Sir Gilbert's strong muscles had no trouble leaping from branch to branch to reach Parlan.
"What's wrong, little cub?" he asked his apprentice.
Parlan made sure Zion wasn't faking his slumber in his bed, then told Gilbert.
"Mentor, Zion seemed a bit... cold towards me when I talked to him, and he doesn't seem to want to come on the journey when his participation is crucial. Frost also plays a part in this, but she is a quite hot-headed leopard and her powers already are getting out of control. She may or may not be useful in this journey ahead. Maintaining inhibitor rings doesn't help." Parlan said.
Even though Parlan was like, 11 years old in human years, Zion 17 , Frost 20 and Sir Gilbert 2,000 (his age as a spirit is 45 human years), they sometimes got told bedtime stories during times of turmoil.
Emotionwise, this was becoming a time of turmoil for Parlan.
He couldn't get rid of the spoon, he wasn't faring well with his bonds with both Zion and Frost, and his curiousity ebbed at his life the longer he took to start the journey. What was a tiger to do?
Sir Gilbert thought over this thoroughly, then summoned a bit of telekinesis and levitated near Parlan's hammock.
"I know you were a beggar once on the streets, but became a hero in the races. This is a really good acomplishment for a tiger, because our kin do not like to show off their athleticism! You know, when I was a cub, curiousity often got me in trouble. Stealing livestock, making young animals cry, scratching up the trees Ol' Geezer Mallory lived in... curiosity sure did kill the cat in my case. But one day, I found a stone. A special stone. It was a Spirit Stone, which I did not know at the time, that had come up from the heart of the earth and come to me. Now, a normal tiger would have fled from the sight of the orange gem, but I was curious enough to have the benefit of the doubt I harbored. From it, I learned many things from Mira, but not enough to prepare me for the Twolegs' wrath... Moral for tonight's story: Believe in your talents, even if they will become your undoing." Sir Gilbert told Parlan.
The compass felt warm in his paw, and Parlan glanced at it.
There were normally two jewels in the spoon to show how many were following the compass at the time, but this time there were three.
Parlan smiled.
Zion had joined his cause, and now it was time to convince Frost, and follow the compass to their long lost parents.

To be continued...

Zilch's Decision

Zilch watched over the temple, eyes never leaving the patch of land around his sister's prison.

He had expanded Brady's lab to do the Twoleg scientist a favor, and was weak after that.

Zilch was worried that without something to replace the missing chunk of his energy, he could flicker and not be able to defend Miroza.

Miroza...

He spotted some of the jewels mined from Mt. Shiveer in the remains of Zios's statue, and used his vision to look down.

Rare jewels still infused with Zios's power lay at the  bottom, covered with dust but still filled with energy.

Energy that could fuel Zilch.

Zilch shook his head.

No, he couldn't bear to do such a thing! Once he siphoned their power, the jewels would become useless husks that would only have value in beauty, and the Jamaasians valued jewels by their energy stores, because every jewel from Jamaa has a certain kind of energy inside them, some more than others. Most jewels had multi-purpose energy inside them at the core, but some had other purposes, and the ones that weren't poisoned already were very useful in mass-killing phantoms.

Zilch stared at the jewels, and at his own body, which was already flickering.

Which was more important: protecting Miroza from roboticization or keeping an emergency store of energy in place?

Zilch went with the personal decision, and sadly sucked out the energy from the topazes. 

He couldn't bear to watch the jewels stop glowing, and had nightmares for a few nights after that.

Ore Compass: Part 1

The Ore Compass is a magical spoon that guides orphans on their journeys to make a decision between good and evil. It points to their destination, infused with magical ore. Nobody knows of its origin, or where it goes after it leads each orphan, but today I will tell of the most recent owner of it... Gather around, readers, and listen to the tale of Zion, Parlan and Sir Gilbert...

Parlan laid his king down, sighing with exhaustion. Zion also laid his king down.
Even though their rings had kept them up all night, they still had little energy after this stalemate.
Sir Gilbert stared at them with concern.
"My apprentice, you need to put your duties first! Chess is a good way to improvise and practice laying out plans to destroy the phantoms when you aren't on the front lines! However, the last few times we needed help you didn't come, and we had to fight without you." Sir Gilbert sighed.
Parlan looked guilty.
"Mentor, I was foolish to do this. I should've avoided these mistakes. I pray to Mira that you will forgive me." Parlan said.
Zion closed the chess board, also destroying the hologram pieces at the same time. With a grasp of his mist paw extension, he put the wood board in a small compartment at the top of the room.
Sir Gilbert's expression softened at the tone of Parlan's apology.
"Now, that is some true discipline. Please, explain to me why you seem to have withdrawn from battle." Gilbert asked Parlan, trying not to act imposing.
Zion sensed that he may be rude  by standing around, so he went out of the room to go get something from the kitchen and to share a banana split with Frost.
Parlan looked up at Gilbert with eyes that looked unsure, but determined.
The same eyes he had seen at the race.
"Mentor, I meant no harm by staying away from the front lines, but it was because I was cracking from the stress of not knowing who your parents are. Kragok tried to help me, with some experience he had from the Vramaa orphans he had met before, but I still don't know!" Parlan sighed. Gilbert understood the situation  as he himself never knew his parents and was orphaned at an early age.
Suddenly, a glowing silver orb appeared in front of Parlan, wisps of light dancing around it.
"What is your deepest desire..." the orb asked him, infusing charmspeak into its voice. Parlan's lips moved unwillingly.
"I wish for my family to be with me!" Parlan said.
If orbs had emotions, this one seemed amused.
"Oh ho ho, I finally can choose one that I can lead to journey's end..." the orb said. Sir Gilbert watched all this with wonder, as this was the introduction EVERY tale of the Ore Compass started with.
The orb cracked into seven pieces, which in turn molded into seven pieces of spoons, then became one, silver spoon.
As the spoon floated down into Parlan's paws, he started to want to throw the spoon away.
He grabbed the spoon, and threw it across the room, but it rematerialized on a strap around his waist.
"You have been chosen by the Ore Compass, Parlan, and now our journey to your past begins." Sir Gilbert said in a hushed tone.

To be continued...

Comedy: Sophia Uses Makeup

Sophia: La la de dum!
Keldeo: *barges in when she is using the Vanity* Horses don't put on makeup, for goodness sake!
Sophia: I know I'm wearing mascara and lipstick, but I use this to attract a boyfriend.
Keldeo: *rolls eyes* The only Alphas with boyfriends are the ones that only use their traditional face paint, Sophia.
Sophia: Really? I never heard of this trend before.
Keldeo: You were too busy applying makeup to notice. Way to go on your promise not to be sassy.

Preview: Frost Transforms

The powers of the old Emerald, fused with Frost's heart, have extended her powers beyond what she could normally achieve. However, her desires and ideals will be warped when the Phantom Queen starts to tamper with stolen Vramaasian technology...


The queen was frustrated.
She had consulted so many mechanics within the phantom society, and tampered with the metal of the bomb so much that her tentacles had blistered, yet the roboticization bomb still didn't listen to her commands.
She had gotten this bomb stolen from the roboticized phantoms, and started to adjust it for Phantom use. It was designed for robots to throw, and to not blow up anything already robotic (unlike the inferior portable and standard roboticizers). However, the roboticization nanites (little microscopic robot bugs that have purposes, such as slow roboticization) inside the bombshell wouldn't listen to her.
"You stupid, stupid bomb! Listen to my command!" she screeched, throwing a copper wrench at the bomb. The bomb started to ripple.
"Listen to me,  nanites!" the queen cackled. The bomb faced her, with the Vramaasian cross of arms stamped on it.
"Mistress, would you like to absorb some cook-" a small phantom butler asked her, opening the limestone door.
KRAKOOM!
The ancient ghost of Nanyte, the evil demigod, rose from the ashes of the bomb, all of the nanites inside his body.
He was the creator of the nanite race, after all.
His golden beaked helmet glistened, and his silk kilt shimmered to the tune of it. Only his mouth showed under all of his gold and blue garments, and the ruby eyes of the helmet glowed with bloodthirst.
"Crazy beast, you have done wrong awakening Nanyte The Great. Already my bloodthirsty soul has found the ideal hooost. I would normally kill any competitors on the spottttt, but I am weak after much imprisonment. Those foolish Alphas will paaayy..." Nanyte hissed, ruby eyes glowering with anger.
Fire circled around him, his telekinetic powers keeping his aloft over all of the fire. The butler ran through the halls of the place screaming, as the fire spread throughout the onyx palace. Apophis tried to hold back Nanyte's power, but he was indeed a strong demigod.
Mother-of-Pearl belts chinkling and leather sleeves blowing in the wind, Nanyte's ghost teleported to manifest his soon-to-be host.

Frost chewed the rabbit she had brought down with content, unaware of the trouble awaiting her.
Ruby was sitting next to her, chewing a grass sandwich, because they had just finished a test of strength. The ribbons around Ruby's horns protected them from any Twolegs that dared try to shoot Ruby.
Suddenly, a harsh voice sent chills down Frost's spine.
Ruby stopped chowing down and stared at Frost.
"Frost, why are you grinning evilly? It's not Night Of The Phantoms, you know, if you forget." Ruby said, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm not grinnin-"
Frost was cut off by the crash of her inhibitor rings, falling to the floor. They were in perfect condition, somehow bending to slide off Frost's paws.
She took a deep breath.
"I'm feeling fine. Maybe the temperature is too hot, Ruby. The inhibitor rings don't do well in heat." Frost said calmly, despite parts of her body glowing with blue mist. She didn't wear the Spirit Armor today because Graham was upgrading the hardness of the steel.
Suddenly, she blacked out.
All of a sudden, Frost was wearing Nanyte's fabled robes and cackling.
Ruby's eyebrows nearly fell off.
"Foolissssh Alpha, Nanyte has risen from this young phantom's body. Now, hold still as I rip the essssence out of you!" Frost snarled, ruby eyes flashing.
Ruby's eyes widened as
1. She had no idea who Nanyte was, as he was a Vramaasian tyrant, but she knew that somebody named that would be powerful.
2. Most of the Alphas didn't know of Frost's origins yet, which unfortunately included Ruby.
Ruby ran out of the room screaming, and Frost (or should I say Nanyte) cackled with greed for bloodlust.

Peck's Short Biography

Peck is the opposite of subtle, she is the spirited and risky bunny Alpha. Her fur and striped patterns range from shades of purple to pink. Peck has a bell earring on one ear, her ears have sewn patches. Red eyes with a pink shadow and white flecks in a higher position, also to mention her straight dark purple hair parted to one side. She has black strings wrapped around her feet and tail, and features lined black and purple armlets. When your finished with a painting in the Art Studio [Coral Canyons], you see Peck in the message "Are you finished painting?" or "Are you finished coloring?". In the Bunnies only party, if enough bunnies hop on the lower dance floor, she is seen as a shadow.

"Cute but definitely not cuddly, Peck is the rabbit Alpha. She is the loud and feisty one of the group, and she is a nonconformist and very independent. She lets her punk rock creative spirits guide her, and likes her music loud and her clothing even louder! Peck is friendly to everyone and sees herself as just one of the gang. She doesn't flaunt her Alpha status, and as a matter of fact can be a little embarrassed at being treated with reverence. Peck loves to create, and is a gifted interior designer, painter, and musician. She does her best to leave her distinctive mark of color-meets-attitude wherever she goes throughout Jamaa."

"Most animals in Jamaa today don’t remember the first Phantom invasion, when the Alphas first appeared to turn the tide of battle and save our home. Peck doesn’t remember it either. She is the newest Alpha, and the only one selected by Mira since that long-ago victory over the Phantom hordes. Sir Gilbert has often wondered to himself whether Mira made the right choice.

There’s no question Peck is full of talent. She is an artist that revels in any medium, and she has done much to beautify Jamaa and inspire other animals to join her in huge, outlandish art projects. Her Alpha abilities seem to have magnified her already passionate and energetic personality a hundredfold, however, and some animals find her perpetual excitement and restlessness exhausting.

Peck’s hot temper is legendary. When Phantoms appear or her friends are threatened, her artistic exuberance flips instantly to full-throttle attack mode. She believes in striking first and planning later (much later, and hopefully while she’s off doing something more fun).

Have you ever had a friend who seemed to be made out pure energy, who could never sit still and who was always trying to involve you in some new crazy scheme of theirs? That’s Peck: she moves in a blur, gets bored easily, and never seems to run out of ideas. She takes her role as a mentor to other rabbits very seriously, though, and she is determined to get Jamaa’s rabbits into shape and ready for whatever the Phantoms might throw at them."

Cosmo's Short Biography

Cosmo is an enthusiastic learner, and a proficient herbalist koala Alpha. He has reddish brown fur, with tufted eyebrows. His eyes are black, and has a dark tied beard. Above his eyes he has dotted markings, and a stripe pattern. Cosmo is clothed in earthly colors; a grass skirt, and wears a ski hat. In his left hand he holds a staff, on the horn- like tip it holds a candle, with a perched small red bird on the end.

"Cosmo the koala Alpha is an expert herbalist. He makes up for his small stature by being very animated and cheerful about everything, and feels that even a small person can have a big personality. Cosmo is a true academic, and loves to study books and do field research. He has an encyclopedic knowledge of herbs and their uses, and he's often consulted by other Alphas about threats to the natural world. He acknowledges the spiritual world but prefers to concentrate on things that he can see and touch... and eat. As a mentor to new koalas in Jamaa, Cosmo is friendly and patient with beginners. He's a natural born teacher and loves taking a group of students out into a field to study plants."


Cosmo would be the first to admit that most koalas aren’t very ambitious. And before he came to Jamaa, he seemed to be a fairly typical koala: he spent most of his time in trees, eating leaves. But even then, despite his outward appearance, there was something different about Cosmo. You see, Cosmo understands plants.
Now you might be thinking, “That’s no big deal. Lots of people understand plants. My mom understands plants.”
But Cosmo doesn’t just understand how to make plants grow. He understands what they’re saying — to each other, to animals, and sometimes even to themselves (a lot of plants talk to themselves, because they assume nobody is listening).
As soon as most plants in Jamaa realize Cosmo can communicate with them, they become willing to do some pretty amazing things to help him. They tell him how to mix various natural substances together to create potions with hundreds of uses. They can carry him quickly through the trees, hide him, and even create traps for Phantoms that are undetectable until it’s too late.
Cosmo and Peck are the youngest of the Alphas, and sometimes the others don’t really get their jokes or appreciate their pranks. But there’s one thing Cosmo never jokes about. He has a deep and reverent respect for the power of the natural world; perhaps because he is able to communicate with so much of it.

After all, his powers are so closely tied to plants that when a plant he has talked to dies, some of his powers are crippled for a few minutes.

Political Blather

Frost watched the comets streak across the starry sky, and sighed.
She was madly in love with Zion, but he seemed to be too wrapped up with chess tournaments to notice her.
Yet.
Amelia and Greely lay next to each other, chuckling about their bad puns about Jamaa and other stuff. Greely only respected Mira, but he had a softer side both Frost and Amelia had a knack for bringing out.
After all, both Amelia's life and Frost's life were shaped by phantoms.
"The Cithara Order seems to be really doing well liberating Corax from the grip of the Frostbite King. Melissa, Shade and Seth are doing well helping the band of Cithara's warrior cult." Amelia said to Greely. As he took in the news, black mist images formed on the grass in front of them.
The images were crisp, as Greely's magic and the power of the April Fools Force (a magic field of ancient enchantments that fuel the April Fools Party) combined were a force to be reckoned with.
"The Phantoms are coming. Peck is currently helping the rabbit race build shelters from the wrath of the phantoms, and we have used a shard of our power to leave hints for the Spirit Team." Greely replied, nuzzling Amelia's soft fur.
Frost looked away as they kissed each other.
She was a member of the Spirit Team, of course, but she didn't want to get her suspicions proven "wrong" when the Alphas revealed more lore.
The stars twinkled above them, and Greely gazed sadly at the constellation he had made for his former love, Shade.
Seth had also met a cruel demise.
Greely sadly glanced at the graves of his family, their loving faces sculpted into the stone.
Amelia gazed sadly at the memorial to Venus, her mother;
Frost couldn't even bear to look at the graze of Oreo, the only parental figure she had ever known.
Ka's face came out of Amelia's ear and fed on their sadness to rid them of the grief.
"You've never been so helpful to relieve grief. Thanks, Ka." Frost whispered in phantom-speak to Amelia.
Ka turned a misty eye to her.
"Its not a problem. After all, this is all that sustains me, and you Alphas are full of it." Ka replied quietly.
Frost trudged off into the bamboo woods, knowing that she was supposed to be playing games on her Paw-pad at her den.

CS Art Available From Frost!

Frost has decided to make Jamaasian art for Jamaa! Comment on this post and specify what rare you will give for it (must be clothing, preferably spike or blue tail armor) and what you want Frost to draw! It will be Chicken Smoothie Oekaki art, so please consider that the art may not be very high quality. Jamaasian subjects would be preferred.

example of Chicken Smoothie Art,

NOT MINE!

Sir Gilbert's Short Biography

Sir Gilbert is the monarchial tiger alpha. He is presented as a large orange tiger with whiskers markings, flecks beneath his green eyes, and a braided beard. His attire is a red cape beside a blue sash, cloth fastened around his right arm including a [Striped blue and yellow, the metal is in form of a blue cross] medal of merit, rings [One with a ruby stone] and a plated armlet with dark purple ores embedded.

"Sir Gilbert, the regal tigerAlpha, is a proud warrior. He takes his ancestry very seriously and always makes it a point to honor those that came before him when going into battle. Even though he has a rough appearance, Sir Gilbert is a very thoughtful, spiritual animal with a caring nature. His personality is serious, reverential, and soft-spoken. He has a deep, low voice that can be as soothing as it is menacing. As a mentor to new tigers, Sir Gilbert can be a tough teacher, but he possesses great wisdom and knows a lot about the history of Jamaa and its ongoing struggle with the phantoms that inhabit the Animal Jam world."

"Ever since he was a cub, long before he’d ever even heard of Jamaa, Gilbert has wondered what it must be like to be a monkey. Or a giraffe. Or a penguin, a shark, a rabbit… ALL of the other animals fascinate him. He’s been known to leap at an animal he’s never seen before and pin it to the ground with his terrifying strength, but only to ask them what their fur feels like when it rains. He’s always puzzled and disappointed when, as usually happens, the poor animal is too petrified with fear to answer him.
Some of Gilbert’s best qualities are the very things that frustrate the more temperamental, impetuous Alphas the most. He is impeccably polite, quietly dignified, and (he believes) sensibly cautious. He takes the time to hear all viewpoints before making decisions, and in leading the Alphas against the Phantoms he is a wary and meticulous strategist. This drives some animals crazy, and more than once Gilbert’s carefully laid plans have turned into chaotic romps because Peck or Graham decided to “speed things up.”
Despite his fearsome appearance and warrior reputation, Gilbert yearns for a quieter life. Perhaps that’s why he works so tirelessly to repel the Phantom invasion — he imagines a day when Jamaa is finally safe for all animals, and he can devote his time to studying the inhabitants of the world he protects."

Graham's Short Biography

Graham is a craftsperson and a mischief maker monkey alpha. He has out of proportion graying hair, with fringed hair and a beard as well. The rest of his hair is blue, his skin is a fleshy pink color. The pattern on his limbs and tail are stripes [Spots are on his legs]. Relating about his tail, it is a prehensile tail [He is able to grab unto a key], and that would classify him as a New World monkey. Graham carries a toolbelt around his waist, a steel goggle resting on his head, and has a green ore on his chest [He is seen posing with a gear]. Graham was seen in 2011 during the National Geographic Spelling Bee, where you may ask him questions [Location:Lost Temple of Zios]. This spouted the rumors of sleeping next to the ruins, which was in order to summon Graham the previous year.

"Graham is the monkey Alpha who can always be found building, fixing, and inventing things, as well as using tools in the world. He can craft tools that other animals can use without needing hands or thumbs. He's a born tinkerer and never leaves any tool alone without trying to improve it or develop it further. Graham's personality is friendly, but he is always a little bit hyper and distracted. He mumbles to himself constantly, and often throws humorous non-sequiturs into his speech. Graham has a bizarre sense of humor and likes to play innocent pranks on new animals in Animal Jam."

"The first thing Graham noticed about the other Alphas was that they seemed to do everything the hard way. For example, take that time Liza tracked the Spirit Stone of the giraffes to a Phantom cavern sealed by an enormous boulder. By the time Graham got there, Liza had a dozen animals straining to move the stone out of the way, and after hours of effort they’d barely made it budge. Graham shook his head and clucked his tongue. All of that sweat, and nothing to show for it.

Why, it was the simplest thing in the world to build a waterwheel on a nearby stream and set up a system of gears, pulleys, and counterweights that could raise and lower the giant rock with the effortless pull of a lever. Sure, it took a few days to build, and Liza kept asking why they couldn’t just get a few more strong animals to pitch in and move the stone in a matter of minutes. Graham tried to explain that she was missing the point — now they could move the boulder up and down any time they wanted, without breaking a sweat! Liza and the other animals weren’t impressed with Graham’s contraption, and they seemed to forget all about it as soon as the giraffes were freed to return to Jamaa.

Graham still visits the cavern from time to time, though. The boulder-moving machine is great for breaking open stubborn coconuts."

Greely's Short Biography

Greely appears as an unfriendly, but gifted wolf alpha. He resembles closely to wolf Jammers, lanky with a stretched muzzle. Greely has a considerable scruffy fur and bristles. His fur is blue, with speck distinctions under his eyes, it occurs he has one white eye and a singular ruby glass eye. Greely has copper armlets accompanying dark purple gems, and a tattered plum cape [He is seen observing an emerald gem]. It is believed by Jammers, the carving of the wolf next to best dressed [Coral Canyons] is Greely.

"Greely, the reluctant wolf Shaman, puts his creepy cleverness to use in the study of animal magic. He is definitely on the side of good and righteousness, but he plays by his own rules. He speaks in to-the-point sentences, even to new animals, and has a certain amount of disdain for the other Shaman leaders. The only higher power that Greely respects is the Sky Mother, Mira. Greely is a powerful warrior against the phantoms in Animal Jam; they fear him most of all, because he is so much like them. He is the link to the darker side of the Animal Jam mythology. He has theories about where the phantoms came from and he may even know the location of a few undiscovered spirit stones."

"Greely may be the least understood of the Alpha animals protecting Jamaa. Solitary by nature and a master of stealth, Greely spends most of his time alone and far from Jamaa, observing the movements of the Phantoms and sabotaging them from the shadows.  He is so drawn away from Jamaa that only Mira and Shade were able to find his softer side.His strange ability to move instantaneously between shadows is one of the reasons he makes many animals very nervous; it sometime seems as though he can appear anywhere, anytime. His menacing appearance and grim, humorless personality probably don’t help.

Greely and Sir Gilbert took an instant dislike to each other, and despite Liza’s best efforts to bring them together, they avoid one another as much as possible. In both personality and approach to the Phantom problem, they are polar opposites. Where Sir Gilbert prefers to meet the threat head-on and seeks clearly drawn battle lines, Greely believes that the Alphas should turn the devious methods of the Phantoms against them.

The other Alphas may not entirely trust Greely and his methods, but they certainly respect him. He knows more about the Phantoms and their movements than anyone, and it’s possible the Phantoms fear him even more than they do Sir Gilbert. If the reports are true that Greely has recently returned to Jamaa with urgent news, it can only mean that the Phantoms are on the move." 

Phantom's Creation Explanations

"When the 'tears' of Mira splashed upon the sacred lands of Jamaa, they formed into the beasts called Phantoms. As children of Mira, they had special powers, but because of their evil origins they misused these for evil. Infused with memories that Jamaa was a bad place and was in need of destruction, they waged war with the good people of Jamaa. Because of their power, calling upon the elements (especially shadow and storm) siphoned the Alpha's connection to nature, and the Alphas were temporarily powerless to stop the rampage of the phantoms. To this day, Jamaa fights the phantoms with everything they have, determined to destroy this menace."

Sophia's Short Biography

 ''Horse shaman - Sophia'''
Female with a spiked mane, flower connected by vines on her body, with a lined pattern beneath eye.

"Sophia, the beautiful Horse Alpha, is a freespirited Alpha that wishes for the best. As an optimist, she never liked the bad Jammers, but protected all of Jamaa anyway. She would happily give her life for any Jammer any day.

As the Horse Alpha, she faced a lot of pressure to clean off the residue the sassy horses of her kind had left on her species's record, and worked hard just to get enough attention in the Alphas' ranks. She fights phantoms with a whinny despite her troubles, and worked hard for many of the changes in Jamaa. She fights the phantoms alongside the other Alphas despite never have experienced any phantom wars, and vows to mentor all of the horses once she is allowed to...