TVTT Blue Ajah Bonus – Mad Lib Reveal

 
Editor’s Note: As part of the TVT Takeover with the Blue Ajah, they posted a Mad Libs story set-up with a list of answers. We invited readers to post their responses on the forums in this thread. Below is the full story — how did yours turn out? Post a comment or add your story to the forums!
 

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Eliza was very ADJECTIVE about the expedition that she was currently on. She’d had to VERB saidar to heal Arella, which she’d done without hesitation, of course, but it meant that they had ADJECTIVE themselves to any sul’dam and damane in the area. They had quickened their pace, but inwardly, Eliza braced for an attack that was sure to come. The fact that it hadn’t yet was odd and it VERB her. She tried to hide her VERB beneath her serenity, but she meant to talk to Rae when she had the chance.
 
Soon they came to a break in the PLACE canopy. Rae pointed to the other side of the clearing. “The GROUP OF ANIMALS pens are on the other side of this field. If we can get there, we’ll be all right,” she VERB to the PLURAL PRONOUN.
 
Eliza watched as Qamra VERB her way forward to scan the NOUN intently. Her BODY PART took in everything as she searched for NOUN. After a long moment, Qamra nodded. “We’ll go in pairs,” the Gaidin of Dai M’hael whispered. “Eliza, please go first with Arella. Rae and I will follow. Stay alert and keep moving. Go as VERB as you can and don’t look back until you get there,” she said ADVERB.
 
ADVERB, they crept to the door of the pen. Rae made a VERB gesture with her BODY PART. The others nodded and Rae put her BODY PART on the carved brass ring of the door and gingerly pushed it open. She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. They stepped into the s’rediti pen…only to find it empty! Unsure of what was happening, the four walked into the barn, and straight into a trap!
 
“EXCLAMATION, marath’damane!” an authoritative voice called out. Slowly, Rae turned to face the threat, and Qamra quickly followed her. Arella, then Eliza turned as well, trying to maintain Aes Sedai NOUN as they stared at the VERB insect-like PIECE OF CLOTHING and painted NOUN armor of a patrol of the DESCRIPTION Army of Seanchan. “Did you think that we wouldn’t notice your sortie of PLURAL NOUN sent by the CELEBRITY?” the Commander demanded in her odd, VERB accent. “Our VERB of Heaven reported that you were heading this way. The NOUN, may she VERB forever, will be pleased to know that we have VERB so many marath’damane. Surrender and accept the NOUN as your friends on the beach soon will!”

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TVTT Blue Ajah Edition – Mad Libs

 

“Mad Libs” is a phrasal template word game, consisting of one player prompting others for a list of words to substitute for blanks in a story before reading aloud. The Blue Ajah invites you to play along as part of their TVT Takeover. Below is a list of words for you to fill in. Post your answers in THIS THREAD on our General Forums, then the full story will be revealed soon!
 

  1. ADJECTIVE
  2. VERB
  3. ADJECTIVE
  4. VERB
  5. VERB
  6. PLACE
  7. GROUP O F ANIMALS
  8. VERB
  9. PLURAL PRONOUN
  10. VERB
  11. NOUN
  12. BODY PART
  13. NOUN
  14. VERB
  15. ADVERB
  16. ADVERB
  17. VERB
  18. BODY PART
  19. BODY PART
  20. EXCLAMATION
  21. NOUN
  22. VERB
  23. PIECE OF CLOTHING
  24. NOUN
  25. DESCRIPTION
  26. PLURAL NOUN
  27. CELEBRITY
  28. VERB
  29. VERB
  30. NOUN
  31. VERB
  32. VERB
  33. NOUN

 
Have fun with it, we can’t wait to see how your Mad Lib turns out!

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TVTT DM Edition – How a Blue Met the Vendrisaur

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The following is a story written by Nymala Ingasy, Aes Sedai of the Blue Ajah, to commemorate her bonding with Vendri al’Varrak, Gaidin of Dai M’Hael.
 

It all started because my poor, nearsighted pink s’redit Katan was lonely. I decided to find him another s’rediti friend for him to play with. Mhor Sedai said that there were no planned invasions of Seanchan on her schedule, but that if I wanted I could attempt to rescue a s’redit for myself. So with a cause in my heart, I donned blue socks, left Tar Valon, and Traveled to Tear. There are neither beginnings nor endings in the Wheel of time, but it was a beginning.
 

When I arrived in Tear, my Great Serpent ring quickly found me a Seafolk ship willing to take me aboard. The fat gold Tar Valonen and Tearen coins did not hurt either. The Sailmistress waved me aboard and we were soon underway. The women untied their bright, blousy tops as soon as we were out of sight of land without a shred of modesty, and I quickly went below decks to read.
 

The voyage was uneventful enough, until one fine day when land was sighted. The Sailmistress brought a spyglass up to her eye and called out, “Apologies, Nymala Sedai, but the sea and stars have led us astray.” I frowned at this news. “Apologies solve me nothing, Sailmistress. Where are we?”
 

She had no answers for me, but rowboats with casks for fresh water were quickly lowered from the Sea folk ships. Once on shore, scouts were sent out to find fresh water. In the meantime, there was little to do but build a bonfire and wait. After a time, a scout returned and whispered in the Sailmistress’s ear. Her thin eyebrows lifted and she looked at me for a long moment and swallowed. Slowly, she came over to me and smiled sadly. “It looks as if the sea and stars have brought us to the Land of the Madmen, Nymala Sedai. We will collect what we need and then set off for Seanchan.” I looked at her in disbelief. “What? The Island of Madmen?!”
 

She merely shrugged as she extracted a frying pan and some paper-wrapped parcels from her pack. “Even the Atha’an Miere are steered incorrectly from time to time, Aes Sedai.” I didn’t reply, but while I did my best to maintain my serenity, the Sailmistress began to calmly fry batch after batch of bacon.
 

The air was soon filled with the rich, savory scent of the frying meat. Suddenly, there was a rustling in the bushes and a giant lizard on two legs appeared. The Sea Folk scrambled for the rowboats and I prepared a weave of Air and Fire and Spirit, just in case. The creature went straight for the plate of freshly fried bacon and began eating as fast as it could. We stood there dumbfounded as the creature burped, straightened and waved a stubby little hand at us.
 

“Hi! I’m Vendrisaur! I’m a Tyrannosaurus Rex, but I’m also a ninja, a wizard and a cyborg. Got any more of this awesome stuff?” He pointed towards the plate that now contained only some crumbs and brown splots of bacon grease. I looked at the Sailmistress who merely shrugged and nodded. “I don’t know what a ninja or a cyborg are, but I am Nymala, Aes Sedai of the Blue Ajah….and you….can talk….?”
 

“Sure I can, can’t everybody?” replied Vendri amicably with a shrug of his tiny arms. “You jelly? You mad, bro? Come at me!”
 

I shook my head and released my weave. More bacon was fried for him and he happily ate it all. We sat and talked and I found I truly liked him. I also found that he loved snuggles. The water casks were soon filled and the Sea Folk were getting ready to return to the ship. Vendri looked at me and said “Think I could come with y’all? I think that bacon stuff makes me even more awesome than I am now and I really can’t make it for myself.” He flapped his stubby little arms at me as explanation. “Yes, but how will you fit on the ship?” I asked him.
 

“Not to worry, Nymalalalala,” he said with a shake of his forefinger. “I’m not a wizard for nothing!” He closed his eyes, the air shimmered for a moment and all of a sudden, a smaller Vendrisaurus appeared before me. “Vendrisaur now available in bite-sized awesomeness!” he said while grinning a huge dinosaur grin. I snuggled him and we boarded the ship. Just before we got aboard, Vendri said “Just feed me that bacon stuff and give me some snuggles and I will be a happy saur!” I replied “Absolutely! We’ll raid DM’s stash of bacon as soon as we get back to Tar Valon!”
 

We smiled and sailed off together. It was not the ending, but it was an ending, and also a wonderful beginning at the very same time.

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