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OrcHe stood in victory for the second time that day, but his mind was elsewhere. He thought of the cold, dark cell to come, and of the escape. It was to happen the next night. He straightened his shoulders, collected his gear, and walked from the arena, hating the joyful cries of the audience.Orc
He traveled own the halls, and was forced to give his weapons to the soldier, and don an enchanted necklace, that could be removed only by the one whom had put it on. It contained the power of his Caduceus. He silently damned the guard, knowing none should be in control of his weapon. He would kill him in the next night’s escape.
So'Kliser- PART 3The Boss was sitting in the same chair, and the remnants of the one So’Kliser had thrown had been cleaned up. So’Kliser stood, impassive as before. He smiled, pleased that he had a new, perfect assassin under his control.So'Kliser- PART 3
“She is dead, correct?” The Boss said, trying to contain a smile. But So’Kliser saw, for he was the master of emotion. He chose not to answer, but to nod. The boss sat back, and his elbows were resting on his grossly fat stomach, and made a steeple with his fingers.
He nodded towards the door, and So’Kliser thought he was dismissed. But two guards moved towards the do
TrollIts filthy claws whistled through the air above Hades, and he briefly imagined what he would look like if the claws caught him. He shuddered, and looked up at the monstrosities heads, two of which were leering down at him, while the other was coming down at him, jaws spread wide, prepared to swallow him whole.Troll
He rolled to the side, clutching his dirk in one hand, came up into a run. He stopped, drew his throwing arm back, and let fly the dagger. In flashed out of his hand, a bolt of lightning foretelling death. The dirk buried itself hilt-deep in the troll’s arm, causing it to twitch violently. But the monster’s flesh
FighterHe strode into the Ring, a long robe swirling around his shoulders, and a trident in hand. He had long, dark brown hair, and piercing blue-green eyes. They seemed to glow, and anyone caught in his gaze was entranced, unable to look away. But he was a Fighter, and he had the scars to prove it.Fighter
His enemy was a large, veteran ogre, but new to the Ring. It had a large, spiked club, and armor down its left arm, and he new that it would charge him at first, arm at the ready, and if it missed would swing its club at him. But he just readied his trident, and marched to the appointed spot. He checked that all his daggers were ready, espe
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I'm doin icons for all my cool friends~
Can you give me a persona/fursonsa/drawin of yourself for reference, plz?
(note, this is a copy+paste message. xD)
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Ahaha it's my old avatar hehehe
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It's not OVER NINE THOUSAND, but shit. :3 Keep writing, I always look forward to it.
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