The Prophecy of Escapecraft - Y u so new post?

[tanisjihanis]

Skunk, when you pick this back up, I would be interested in being included.

[Skunk_Giant]

Procrastinate Harder.

Working on it, Vall. XD

And yes, you can all be in it if when I redo it all.

[Dominikvl9965]

I can't wait!!!

[BlackKnight]

How did I not notice this earlier. Great writing as always Skunk. I'd love to have a part when you pick this back up.

[Dominikvl9965]

This taking to long and make me EVIL

[Iron_Fang]

Domin we have been waiting 6 months now!

[697134002]

Domin we have been waiting 6 months now!

And I've been waiting to be included in it for just a bit over 10 months.

[Iron_Fang]

wow lol

[Dominikvl9965]

Im so sorry this got out of control so i guess do your best

[Iron_Fang]

well domin, stop badgering him, it is hard work and you haven't heard of this since a week ago!

[Skunk_Giant]

PROCRASTINATION SHALL BE DEFEATED.

Gimme a few days, since I'm kinda busy now. I'm gonna read over everything to remind myself what's going on. Also, please please please spam me with PMs so I don't forget again.

Just not too much.

[Skunk_Giant]

"Number 325, you got yourself a visitor."
Proz smiled silently to himself as Louis stepped into the room. He nodded to the Lord, who simply glared back at him.
Louis took a deep breath before slamming his hands against the wall. "You told them!"
Proz grinned. "Told who what, Louis?"
Mountbatten stepped right up to the face of the restrained Proz. "You told Towler! You told him about the CUT Agents, and you risked hundreds of lives! Now, Milo is still out there missing, and we still don't know what's going on with the Griefer attack!"
"I haven't a clue what you're talking about, Mr Mountbatten," Proz uttered. "I'm in prison... how could I tell a soul?"
"Don't play stupid, Proz. You were the anonymous tip that Sneaky received, and you told Towler about the CUT operation."
"Did it ever occur to you that Towler perhaps expected a CUT operation?" Proz yelled back. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like this visit to end."
Louis glared back at the prisoner, his face growing red. He grabbed Proz's overalls and leaned in close. "You listen to me," he whispered. "You will not get away with this, and you will not get out of this prison alive."
"We'll see," Proz responded quietly. "Guard!"
Two guards came rushing into the room and pulled Louis away.

"Looks like you new folks got new blood!" the guard cried out in an excited manner as he led the newest prisoner through the prison. They reached the cell, and he turned to the man.
"Number 697, welcome to your room," he said with a laugh.
697, as he would be known as from now on, sighed to himself. This was life now. He stared across his cell at another prisoner, whom he recognised vaguely. From where?
"You're tryin' to 'member, ain't'cha?" the prisoner muttered. "You sent me here. You told that fella Tanis about me and me griefin'. So what got the wonder boy in prison, eh? Did ya finally lose it? Finally burn Escapia to the ground?"
"I burnt a small neighbourhood down. Stole all the remaining items. They worked out it was me a couple of days later."
"Aw, poor Wonder Boy. Finally gone dark," another prisoner muttered.
With that, 697 sighed and laid his head back against the bed.

The guard approached Proz shortly after Louis was escorted out, looking confused.
"I ain't sure why, Mr Proz, but you're getting a bit of a promotion..."
Proz looked down at the guard in puzzlement. "Promotion?"
"Yup. Says on this chart here that you're no longer in near-isolation from the rest of the prison. You're getting a new cell, less restraints, and you get to eat with the other prisoners now. Enjoy it. Knowing you, it won't last long."

Six Months Later

"Tensions are rising, Wokka," Vallorn stated. "People are growing wary. Griefer attacks have become more and more common. They're preparing to launch a full attack again, Wokka. Something needs to be done."
"Of course I know that Vallorn. I can see the Escapian Empire. I see it crumble, and I see it rise. Soon, I fear I may see more of the former."
"Then let us do something. Let me take a small team, we can do more investigating."
"That got innocent people killed last time. It's not a risk I want to take right now."
"Wokka, the Cuboidia spell is powerful, but it wont be able to hold off an army as big as the one we could be facing soon."
Wokka thought for a moment, weighing his options. Before he could respond, his door burst open.
"Wokka, there's something you need to see."

"Ready?" Blackknight turned to his fellow soldiers.
Skunk and Iron nodded, swords held ready.
After a quick countdown, the three leaped into the fortress. A fiery explosive sent Skunk to the ground, his sword sliding across the floor. Iron pulled him up as Blackknight fired an arrow ahead. He grabbed Skunk's sword and threw it back to him, before pulling out his own sword and slicing a Blaze in half.
"Got the snowballs?" Skunk yelled to Black.
Black pointed to a chest just outside the fortress. "Got it all prepared yesterday!"
Iron joined Black in fighting the Blazes while Skunk made a run for the chest. Another fiery blast hit the ground behind him, and Skunk turned to see a Ghast dangerously close. He pulled his own bow from his back and aimed it at the Ghast, firing twice into it, stunning it momentarily.
"Skunk, we need that snow!" Iron yelled from the fortress.
Skunk grabbed the chest and dragged it across the floor to the fortress.

"Arm yourselves, soldiers!" Black cried happily, taking the snow out of the chest.
A Blaze dropped in behind Iron, only to meet several snowballs to the face courtesy of Black. The snow melted, but not before it put the Blaze out of action.
Minutes later, it was done. "We've taken the fortress!" Iron yelled. "And not a single person died this time," he added with a chuckle.
The three soldiers climbed to the top of the fortress for a snack before their journey back to Escapia began. They each were in the middle of their chicken and bread when they noticed a commotion a hundred meters away.
"What's going on over there? Why are there so many Leaders?" Black asked curiously.
"I haven't a clue..." Iron replied.
"Is that Wokka?" Skunk asked, peering into the distance. "It must be important if they're all there..."
Suddenly, Tanis pointed towards the three soldiers and the rest of the Leaders began to yell.
Wokka rushed towards them, followed by the rest of the Leaders.
Finally, the Leaders reached the fortress.
"Wokka, what's going on?" Skunk asked desperately.
"Is something wrong?" Iron questioned.
Wokka sighed. "Something terrible has happened..."

[Skunk_Giant]

THAR!
By the way, since it has been so long, I'm asking everyone that's still interested in choices to restate it here.

[Iron_Fang]

WOW! I can't wait for the next part!

[Someguy42]

Yes please! T'is a new dawn of The Prohpecy of Escapecraft!

[random980]

IT RETURNS!
Yeah i definitely want to still be included in all of this, although reading back and comparing my character to me now, please make my character a little (only a smidge) less derpy and a fair bit stronger
Since so many things have changed since the story was last continued, how will you implement all the new ranks like nobility, royalty, mentors, contributors, ect. Also how do you plan to include the new worlds into the story? ALSO will we be getting a bit of a summary of what happened in that 6 month gap >_<

[Iron_Fang]

Basically Pros got out

[Sti_Jo_Lew]

Yes! Count me in, definitely.

Now to go reread the entire damn thing, I forgot what happened in the story.

[BlackKnight]

Awesome work Skunk! Put me down for plenty of choices.

[J4Numbers]

Should have put myself forward to be put in a long time ago.
no matter.
Hopefully you can fit me in somewhere

[tanisjihanis]

Yay awesome sauce. Tis fantastic. I am in for the ride.

[Dominikvl9965]

Make me evil

[Wildwill002]

Any chance you could crowbar me in somewhere?

[sag185]

Le interested <3

[697134002]

Ooh, I'm on the dark side.

[Spyboticsguy]

I'd still like choices.
Also, according to your scale, I have enough magic to blow a small hole in Escapia. Have fun with that.

[LS13]

Can u stick me in somewhere :D

[Skunk_Giant]

For those needing a bit of a catch up, there are a few 'Last Time' posts in the thread for a brief summary.
Also, Random, all the new things shall be explained as happening during those six months. They'll be explained slowly through the story.

[Skunk_Giant]

"It just... it just appeared... Just like that," Will uttered. He was shocked. And Will being shocked, meant everyone was shocked. Will had achieved the nickname Wildwill by the rest of the Empire. He had always been a wild one, and little seemed to get to him... But this... This was different.

Iron stepped through the portal and waited for a moment. The sickening moment of being teleported back to Escapia from the Nether was one he hated to think about. As soon as he stepped in, he lost the ability to speak, and his vision began to wobble and turn to a purple hue.
Then, he was there. Back on the soil of Craftmine. Next came Skunk, and then Blackknight. Finally, Wokka and his team of Leaders arrived back. Skunk observed the area. Around them, hundreds of Escapians were standing, muttering, whispering to each other, pointing at the Nether portal. Vallorn trudged over to the three and led them to a less crowded area.
"So none of you saw anything?"
They shook their heads. "We were busy fighting Blazes and taking a fortress... We weren't looking into the distance," Iron explained.
Vallorn sighed and turned back to the group of Leaders, shaking his head. "Alright, Black, you can head off. Skunk, Iron, we'll need you and the rest of the Mentors here. We're gonna set up a patrol in the Nether.

There was a loud buzzing, and the cell doors opened.
Proz stepped out, stretching his arms into the air. He made his way, escorted by Escapian Guards to the cafeteria, where he was served a bowl of some odd brown stew. He looked at it in disgust before turning away to see his fellow prisoners. He noticed one of the usually social ones was making his way towards the table. Number 697, if Proz remembered correctly.
697 sat down at the table. "Alone today, are we?"
Proz looked into his eyes. "What do you want?"
"To chat," he replied. "Eating alone is no fun."
"About what, exactly?" Proz asked, annoyed at the unwelcome visitor.
"Anything, my friend," 697 offered. "What's on your mind?"
Proz turned away, drank the stew and left the table without another word.

"Number 697, you got a visitor!" a guard yelled into the cell.
697 woke quickly and rushed to the cell door to be escorted. Instead, he found an unfamiliar face waiting by his door.
"Its been a while... 697. That's your name now, isn't it?" the visitor asked.
"Let's make this quick," 697 urged.
The visitor looked around. The guards weren't interested and weren't listening in on the conversation. The visitor turned back to 697. "Messenger Bird."
697 nodded slowly, then took a sheet of paper and an inking pen from the visitor. "How'd you get it in?"
"Does it matter?"
He shook his head and wrote a quick message on the paper before folding it up and handing it back to the visitor.
The visitor nodded and left quickly, escorted by guards. The prisoner next to 697's cell chuckled. "What was that all about, 697?"
"None of your business, 054. Shut it."

[Skunk_Giant]

There'll be some actual choices soon.