I'm pretty good with photoshop, especially with putting things together and polishing things up, so I can take care of finishing touches or whatever else the banner might need.

Writing... I honestly suck at it and I'm not even much of an ideas person, but I can try to weigh in a bit. I should probably stick to the banner, though.

The real treasure was the friendships we forged along the way! <3

Coach @ 2/5/2016 18:59

Search for Gold? As old as time ... How about a desert, ugly Troll race named the Chikorita?

Trolls and Chikoritas both have a weakness towards fire! I think we're onto something here. It could even be a bright golden fire if we want to get symbolic

Epilogue:


Yul Kwan stood at the center of two groups, donning a blue button-up shirt, a baseball cap, and a grin. He turned to each group, asking them what they called themselves.

The two newly formed tribes whispered amongst themselves, some quieter than others. A few names were passed around on each. This went on for a while. Then Yul asked for their answers.

"Chikorita! We're Chikorita!!" screeched a young member of the silver tribe. The others there shrugged and offered no opposition.

"Nebu?" Aubry suggested. "It means gold in Egyptian." There were a few nods.

"Debu? Alright! Debu vs Chikorita!" Yul exclaimed.

Someone spoke up to correct him. "Actually... no, we're--"

"Ifbith."

Everyone turned to stare at the previously quiet old model as she walked forward. The gold crowd questioned her a bit.

"Ifbith," she repeated, "it's Oasisian for Gold." She smiled, knowingly, a sparkle in her eye. She'd been here before, and she knew that once again, the name Ifbith would mean great, great things. Each member of the new Ifbith carrying the virtues and legacy of the old. Their golden fires would once again defeat the trolls known as Chikorita.

Yul squinted for a minute. He didn't understand. Nor did anyone else. But Debbie just smiled at him, and he sighed. "Fine... you can be Ifbith."

The golden Ifbith tribe nodded and prepared themselves for battle.

"Survivors ready? Go!"

There was Ibrehim, the proud warrior who banded them together. Quiet, firm, a good man. Not bad on the eyes, either.

Next was Robert. He was a wise old scholar. Physically frail, but he knew each and every legend Debbie had ever invented by heart, so he amused her.

Joanna, the strong, courageous and independant woman from the ATL. Her greatest achievement was when she became a born-again Christian ... which made her a better person. She worshipped mother Africa, drank blood, the usual for one of those. She claimed to feel something divine about Debbie. She was Debbie's favorite.

Aubry, the wiz kid who knew her way around technology. Her extensive knowledge had put her into the role of tribe medic, taking care of each and every injury that befell the brave adventurers, no matter how big or small.

Chris, a very accomplished musician, who had participated in American Idol but was eliminated too soon. Fortunately, he had the last laugh, as his debut album sold over 1 Million copies after just five weeks. ... what? .... what do you mean different Chris? D-A-U-G-H-E-R-T-Y ? Oh, forget it.


And finally, Coach, who had led the group before Debbie came along. As mighty and powerful as he was, he knew that even the Dragonslayer was no match for Debbie herself

We reached the mouth of the cavern the vile Chikorita called home. It didn't look like much, just a crack in the cliffside, but I knew... oh I knew what those little trolls had inside.

The tribe looked unconvinced, though.

"This is the great hiding place of the grandest treasure the world has ever known? A hole??"

I just smiled.

We each entered the cave. The mortals struggled to get in, not being cleverly compact as I was. We decended further and further. The tribe bickered and complained and whispered amongst themselves. Aubry called it a deathtrap. Robert had to be held by the arm a few times to get down the tall stone steps. I just marched along and paid them no mind.

It wasn't long until we found them... the Chikorita. I never make mistakes, but if I did, they would be it. Disgusting creatures for the most part. Gray little things with fangs... with one exception. I looked around. No sign of the treasure. We would have to deal with these things, first.

"CHARGE!!!" Coach. Of course. The second he laid eyes on the Chikorita, he needed to fight. So much for stealth!

The Ifbith ran in, spears and axes blazing, and the Chikorita fought back just as quickly. I watched them as they struggled. One fell from one tribe, then one from another. When it started to look like my people might lose, I knew I had to step in.

My whistle filled the air and echoed off the cavern walls. Everyone stopped to look at me, as they should. Then, I pulled out one of the trinkets I had invented. I called it a Flippy-brighty, but in five thousand years when one of the mortals created one themselves, they would call it a lighter.

The Chikorita were overwhelmed, and soon they were tripping over themselves to leave the cave. When the eight of them were gone, the fallen members of my tribe picked themselves up, brushed themselves off, and stared at my light.

I had won. I always do.

With the trolls cleared, the mortals picked through their things. They seemed to like the gold and jewels, but that wasn't what I was here for.

No, I saw the door that would lead me to my new prized possession. I walked over, and proudly opened it.

I smiled. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever created.


"No! No!!! NO NO NO NOT YOU AGAIN!!!" screamed the voice inside.

He tried to run, but I stopped him. I placed a ring on his finger, and then another on mine. He tried to leave, but couldn't. He was bound by the power of holy matrimony.

"Everyone! Meet my new husband, Nick!"

I had found my treasure.


And the Ifbith found some stuff too, I suppose.