He 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.
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 nights escape.
He continued by wit
The Boss was sitting in the same chair, and the remnants of the one SoKliser had thrown had been cleaned up. SoKliser stood, impassive as before. He smiled, pleased that he had a new, perfect assassin under his control.
She is dead, correct? The Boss said, trying to contain a smile. But SoKliser 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 SoKliser thought he was dismissed. But two guards moved towards the doors, and their swords cros
Its 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.
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 trolls arm, causing it to twitch violently. But the monsters flesh roiled aroun
He 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.
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, especially his di
SoKliser was considering the meeting, which had left him perplexed. He had done a good job, but enough for the Boss to see him? SoKliser was worried, but glad to leave that grinning idiot behind.
That night, he slid into the compound of the doomed Matron mother, and then, calling upon the levitation powers innate to drow nobles, levitated to the highest balcony.
His Piwafi was the finest of all drow make, and was set with a dweamnor that encompassed his body, and with a thought he could have it render him invisible in the infrared spectrum.
He slid past the guards, flitting from shadow to shadow, he followed the statues of Lolt
The smoke boiled out from the house, not an uncommon sight in Waterdeep. The Watch was coming, but they were late, as usual. Waterdeep was an industrious city, and nobody had the time or means to help the houses inhabitants. The trapped people had to get themselves out until the Watch arrived.
Most of the inhabitants were out, except for one woman trapped on the second floor. She thought she was in hell. The fire licked at her clothes, and singed her flesh. The smoke roiled around her head, like a halo of death. She ran, crying, as the tears blurred her vision, higher and higher, away from the flames. But the smoke followed, waiting, it seem
The Drow. They are a society centered on chaos, and fanatical service to the chaotic Lady Lolth.
But they are an evil race, one caught up in their own web of lies, and an oppression that kills all but the strongest sense of morality, like the one of Drizzit DoUrden.
But others seem to have that code, or something more sinister, but nevertheless honorable.
The drow male stalked unseen around the proud city, one considered even by his silent-moving race to be masterful of stealth, and the king of deceit.
The drow made his living through assassination. In a city where its calm, structured façade was only an outer layer cov
Protector
Horus paced about the magnificent entry hall to the home of the Pharaoh. Ever since Ragnar had been killed, he had been more and more paranoid, worried something like that would happen again, and he would fail to protect the Pharaoh. He was a god, but his charge was not, so he was vulnerable.
The most important thing though, was that no one was to ever see him. He was a god, and no mortals eyes were worthy of him, or any other god, ever the remains of the god Seth. He had been Horuss uncle, whom Horus had killed only several centuries ago, for brutally slaughtering his father
Ra looked down at his beloved world, lamenting the loss of peace. Before Ragnar had existed, it had been a lush, peaceful world. Now smoke wafted up from the Earth, and the world was dark, peace forever vanquished. The more Ra thought about the death of his world, the more it angered and pained him, until his mounting rage forced him to action. His mind full of thoughts of vengeance too horrid to describe, he turned his massive sun-body towards where he knew Ragnar was, and while flying towards it, he slipped back into thoughts of Ragnars creation.
The world was young, in this time before Ragnars
Ra looked down at his beloved world, lamenting the loss of peace. Before Ragnar had existed, it had been a lush, peaceful world. Now smoke wafted up from the Earth, and the world was dark, peace forever vanquished. The more Ra thought about the death of his world, the more it angered and pained him, until his mounting rage forced him to action. His mind full of thoughts of vengeance too horrid to describe, he turned his massive sun-body towards where he knew Ragnar was, and while flying towards it, he slipped back into thoughts of Ragnars creation.
The world was young, in this time before Ragnars
Protector
Horus paced about the magnificent entry hall to the home of the Pharaoh. Ever since Ragnar had been killed, he had been more and more paranoid, worried something like that would happen again, and he would fail to protect the Pharaoh. He was a god, but his charge was not, so he was vulnerable.
The most important thing though, was that no one was to ever see him. He was a god, and no mortals eyes were worthy of him, or any other god, ever the remains of the god Seth. He had been Horuss uncle, whom Horus had killed only several centuries ago, for brutally slaughtering his father
The Drow. They are a society centered on chaos, and fanatical service to the chaotic Lady Lolth.
But they are an evil race, one caught up in their own web of lies, and an oppression that kills all but the strongest sense of morality, like the one of Drizzit DoUrden.
But others seem to have that code, or something more sinister, but nevertheless honorable.
The drow male stalked unseen around the proud city, one considered even by his silent-moving race to be masterful of stealth, and the king of deceit.
The drow made his living through assassination. In a city where its calm, structured façade was only an outer layer cov
The smoke boiled out from the house, not an uncommon sight in Waterdeep. The Watch was coming, but they were late, as usual. Waterdeep was an industrious city, and nobody had the time or means to help the houses inhabitants. The trapped people had to get themselves out until the Watch arrived.
Most of the inhabitants were out, except for one woman trapped on the second floor. She thought she was in hell. The fire licked at her clothes, and singed her flesh. The smoke roiled around her head, like a halo of death. She ran, crying, as the tears blurred her vision, higher and higher, away from the flames. But the smoke followed, waiting, it seem
SoKliser was considering the meeting, which had left him perplexed. He had done a good job, but enough for the Boss to see him? SoKliser was worried, but glad to leave that grinning idiot behind.
That night, he slid into the compound of the doomed Matron mother, and then, calling upon the levitation powers innate to drow nobles, levitated to the highest balcony.
His Piwafi was the finest of all drow make, and was set with a dweamnor that encompassed his body, and with a thought he could have it render him invisible in the infrared spectrum.
He slid past the guards, flitting from shadow to shadow, he followed the statues of Lolt
He 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.
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, especially his di
Its 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.
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 trolls arm, causing it to twitch violently. But the monsters flesh roiled aroun
The Boss was sitting in the same chair, and the remnants of the one SoKliser had thrown had been cleaned up. SoKliser stood, impassive as before. He smiled, pleased that he had a new, perfect assassin under his control.
She is dead, correct? The Boss said, trying to contain a smile. But SoKliser 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 SoKliser thought he was dismissed. But two guards moved towards the doors, and their swords cros
He 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.
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 nights escape.
He continued by wit
Its 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.
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 trolls arm, causing it to twitch violently. But the monsters flesh roiled aroun
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As some of you may have noticed, I have'nt written anything lately. if anyone has any ideas, i would appreciate it if they expressed them. I need help!!!
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I gave the kid one punch. i might have ruined his eye. It sucks. I got picked up from school, and i can't ride the bus all of the rest of the week. it sounds sad, but i'd rather be at school. :p
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I had to go back to school today. 9 days in a row, and then they decide to just send us back. Bitches. But I'm back on and stuff, so read and review, (Or favorite) and have a good April. :p
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jeeeez, sorry, I just noticed that I confused you with my friend who has the almost exact same name as you, only with an "i" at the end. But you can feel tagged nonetheless C:.
HAY I'm doin icons for all my cool friends~ Can you give me a persona/fursonsa/drawin of yourself for reference, plz? DD (note, this is a copy+paste message. xD)