This prince was cursed by the second in line for the throne. The traitor was obsessed, believing he should be the rightful heir. Thus, a witch was hired to make the prince 'unsuitable' to inherit the throne. If he is not cured before coming of age, he will be stuck in animal form for all eternity.

_{Please no judging the writing I am terrible at it...and at naming}

Ivo, fav Disney movie please :) ?

urg i am trying to paste my pictures i cant figure out how to :/

Oh woops, probably Halloweentown.

So to paste your picture what you want to do is copy the img URL [Right click the image and it should be one of the options there] and then you want to paste that on your post and highlight and click the blue IMG button above your post.

:)

Willow, the Wardrobe page is glitching for me. I click on one Held or Back item, and the page places a random, different Held or Back item on the avatar. I'm going to report the glitch, of course, but could your players, if necessary, get an extension on the "Frog Prince" entry deadline?

Also, has anyone else experienced this glitch?

I cannot extend this game sorry, but don't worry if you don't get it in today, as I plan to play it a few more times over the course of the week.


that sounds really odd. Have you refreshed the page, I find that sometimes it does do random glitches (usually with the colours though) and always a hard refresh fixes it, I went and checked mine and its working fine. I hope it gets fixed for you asap!

I will try refreshing the page, Willow; thanx.

My favorite Disney movie is........ Lion King!
Can I put all my tickets on the nature-guard set?

The Kingdom of Jundre was long renowned for three things: an abundance of jewels and minerals, their incredible architecture and artistry, and their prowess in battle. Prince Bryer of Jundre excelled at the last, even wielding a large, four bladed weapon that he could throw or slash with. His skill was in face so great that merely a rumor that he may be sent into battle had made more than one lesser kingdom surrender. Bryer though, didn't enjoy fighting. He was moved by things much more gentle than the hard steel of his blades. He adored animals as well as all manner of arts, especially sculptures.

Eventually, the crown prince came to his father after an especially exhausting campaign. He told his father he didn't want to fight anymore, that he wanted to learn the ways of artistry, of sculpting. His father was greatly worried, for without his son in the field of battle he didn't believe his troops would have the morale or skill needed to vanquish the latest kingdom to try and lay siege. After a lengthy talk where neither gained any ground, his father excused himself, saying he wished to think.

Think the king did, and he only became more and more worried. His son was nearly of age to challenge him for the crown, and he knew if he denied him his wish he may grow bitter and do so. He had to somehow show his son that battle is what he wanted...And the king stopped suddenly, his eyes bright as an idea came to him.

Magicals were a touchy folk. Witches, wizards, and those they learned their tricks from, the fae. All of them were extremely easy to slight, one witch was known to set anyone who didn't say "Bless you." to her after sneezing on fire. But the king knew the only one who could help him was the court sorcerer, a powerful wizard. The king summoned the wizard to his chambers, and when the wizard arrived, immediately seized his arm, pulling him close and whispering his plans. "My friend, for the good of the entire kingdom you must make my son hate art, abhor all the soft things his heart seeks. You must convince him that he never wants to be a sculptor, or have anything to do with the blasted things!"

The wizard was extremely off put to be manhandled in such a way, even if by a frantic king. He hid his rapidly souring mood with a practiced smile and his massive beard. "Of course my king, your son will never again wish to be a sculptor, I will see to it."

The wizard kept his word. Later that day he sought the prince out and invited him to a secluded palace garden. There he pointed out the many great and ancient sculptures, all rendered in hard stone, moss and ivy creeping over them. "My boy, is there anything more beautiful?" Bryner's eyes were shining, as he stepped close to the many sculptures, admiring the fine details.

"No, indeed not. I wish I never had to leave this place, oh how I abhor war." The wizard's smile grew in size behind the prince's turned back as he murmured softly to himself,

"It seems I can obey both of their wishes."

Suddenly, magic arced out from the wizard's palms, soaring and striking Bryner's body. He let out a gasp as he twisted, feeling himself move slower and slower. His form shrunk and reshaped, he let out a scream strangled by his parched throat as he felt his blades fuse into his skin, still changing, changing.

Eventually all his sounds and movements stopped, as he stood in front of the wizard, a stone gargoyle. The wizard stepped close as he smiled nastily at the prince, who somehow had maintained awareness in his frozen form, his eyes unblinking. The wizard waved his palm over the statue and moss and ivy sprung up over it, over the prince. He was utterly indistinguishable from the statues around him. The wizard leaned his wizened frame down to peer more closely at the hopelessly trapped prince.

"My boy, my boy. This pains me a bit to do, as you have never wronged me personally. But your father has, so here you must remain. But I will give you a chance. If you maintain your love of beauty, and one day a creature of great beauty comes here and kisses your stony brow, you will regain your true form. Then, and only then, will you be free."

Bryner desperately tried to speak, to move, to blink, to reply at all. Alas, he could not. Alone with his thoughts as the wizard turned away with a swish of his robes, Bryner hoped.

The prince still awaits beauty to come to his rescue, beauty true all the way through. Inside and out. Someday, he may yet be free.