Some roleplays prove you can win an award without the piece being a massively long epic.

Well, I don't know if I'd call this piece a short or not, but it wins three awards. Im. Pressive.

 
Better late than never?

“Finally!” Shelldor thought, from back in Bob’s backpack. “I got him moving again.”

It had been a struggle, but Shelldor had gotten Bob interested in the search for the Toot. Do you know how hard it is to put bird related imagery around a campsite without thumbs?

Bob was now searching for Toot in the hopes of making him a familiar, and Shelldor just wanted to talk to the allegedly wise bird to see if he had any answers for him.

Shelldor peeked out of Bob’s backpack, shivering a bit. The mountains definitely weren't an ideal environment for a cold blooded creature. He looked around at the other familiars Bob had assembled. The guy certainly had birds on the brain. The roster had changed, and the group now consisted of a snowy owl, an exotic parrot, and a fist turkey (which kept giving Shelldor dirty looks).

It occurred to Shelldor that trusting Bob to find the bird might have been an iffy prospect, since he really had no idea where to find the bird himself. Still, it was better than sitting around at Bob’s campsite, despite the fact that he was freezing. It was getting colder, and it looked like Bob had picked a peak at random to search for the Toot. Honestly, Shelldor didn't have a better plan.

As Shelldor was about to tuck himself back into the backpack to warm up, he hears an almost undetectable woosh sound. Before most of the party could react, the exotic parrot released a rainbow of energy, blocking the frigid ninja stars that were on their way to Bob’s head. They were quickly surrounded by legions of ninja snowmen.

Bob gulped. “Errrr, hey, uh, guys, you haven't seen a bird around here, have you?”

One of the snowmen pulled out his katana (how do stick arms bend like that?). “You are trespassing, adventurer, prepare to suffer the consequences.” He lunged with his sword, only to trip right over Shelldor, who had made his way out of the pack (can something without legs trip? Whatever, it fell over).

The rest of the ninjas quickly attacked, with Bob and the familiars quickly defending themselves. The exotic parrot blocked most of their cold based attacks, the snowy owl flying above, plucking out coal eyes, and the fist turkey punching carrot noses through heads. All the while, Shelldor moved among them, knocking over snowmen.

Bob swung his mace at any snowman that got near. “Why do things like this always happen to me?” He lamated.

The party attempted to fight their way away from the lair of the ninja snowmen, and the ninjas spilling out of it. God, how many were there? Did they just make more of themselves from the surrounding snow? Damn magic animated snowmen.

As they made their way down the mountain, they came upon a cabin, it door opening. “Come on in here!” The bearded man in the door hollered. “They won't come near the fire!”

Bob, the birds, and the turtle quickly entered the cabin, with the bearded man slamming the door shut. Shelldor quickly found a spot by the fire, trying to get warm.

“Thank you for the rescue.” Bob said, shivering.

The bearded man smiled. “Those snowmen are some annoying so and sos, I'm happy to do it.” He held out his hand. “Name’s John, John the trapper.”

Bob shook it. “Bob, Bob the adventurer."

“Say, you haven't seen a bird around here, have you?” Bob followed John’s gaze to his familiars. “No, not those. Bug eyed thing, about so tall.”

The trapper thought. “Oh, you mean that feller that used to live on top of mount noob. No, I haven't seen him for a while."

“Damn, guess I have to keep looking,” Bob complained. “You don't mind if we stay a little while and warm up, do you?”

The trapper smiled. “Not at all, stay as long as you like.”

Bob made himself comfortable on a fur, while the birds found various perches. Shelldor hadn't moved from in front of the fire. He knew he should be out looking for the bird, but damnit, it was warm here.

Or would "Imp. Ressive," read better? shrugs

But yeah, it isn't terribly long and yet this fun, silly piece still snags the best RP title for Search by invoking, in the voter's words, "this nature of a small child sorta shrugging their shoulders with a silly look on their face." In other words, it made voter Ichiro smile. d'awwwwwww how cute. So that was one bonus point.

Shelldor the turtle tripping over a snowman takes "Best action set piece." For being adorable and funny. (Wait, "can something without legs trip? Whatever, it fell over.")

So he gets a second point for that and a third point for the Search quest's "Most Humorous Moment, for the narrator in this piece. Well, let me just quote Ichiro here. "The narrator has this wonderful dry tone that I just adore. Dry humor when done proper is great, and it was quite high quality here."

So three awards, and three points total. Great job, Shelldor! Those are all the awards on the Search quest. We'll get to the very last award for the KOKOL side in the next bit.