Informed OpinionsThe hours were waning into the cooler parts of the day. The gentle autumn temperatures seemed to contrast, in a way, with the warm light of the bold, golden colors that were beginning to set the western sky aflame. The sun stretched its impotently burning touch over the elves' gilded kingdom of eternal song and efflorescence, and in the courtyard between the Arcane Academy and the Temple of the Sun, it gleamed on the heads of two pointy-eared figures, who sat looking like femininely personified contrasts of night and day themselves.Informed Opinions2 days ago in General Fiction More Like This
One wore the dark garb of a warlock, her silvery tresses falling in elegant waves around her shoulders, while the taller one's sleek black mane brushed lightly over the threads of her mage-robes and fell a little to one side with the tilt of her head.
"How long have you had this?" Shad'ara asked. Her fair, whiskery eyebrows twitched with intrigue as she regarded the crystalline object hovering in the empty space above the open palms of her friend's hands, s
The Moon Rises AgainThe Moon Rises Again2 days ago in General Fiction More Like This
Esria Moonfall sighed as she looked at the scroll once more. She turned the parchment over in her hands as she sat on the edge of her bed. She had read it enough times, she could quote it word for word. But the main issue was clear to anyone. Another threat to Azeroth.
The Iron Horde.
It felt like not so long Esria had been fighting against Garrosh's Horde, the battle where she had nearly died. Her right hand opened and closed, the fingers tingling at the sensation. They still did not feel right to her anymore. But she looked back to the paper in her left hand and lay back upon the bed. The warrior stared up at the words, calling members of the Alliance to aid in the defence of their lands once more. The usual propaganda. But a real threat, none the less.
The Kaldorei had been in enough wars to knew what would come next. She bore the scars of many of them still, even if she did not look the part. Her forced retirement due to her near fatal injuries had left her behind on her practise,
OUTCAST Ch 2 FishingBEFOREOUTCAST Ch 2 Fishing4 days ago in Drama More Like This
“Really? Fishing again?”
Kalibose paused in the act of pulling his fishing pole out of the hall closet. He had thought the way clear when he came down for an early breakfast, with his father locked in his study and his mother in the drawing room, but he hadn't accounted for random visiting cousins. Marathel was two years further into his studies than Kalibose, and in Marathel's opinion at least, that meant he was that much better than his younger cousin. Marathel was a classic Woodstalker of his father's build: long thick white hair, skinny and tall as a reed, high cheekbones, and a pervading sense of self-importance. Kalibose was the outlier of his siblings. He did not have the stature of a gorilla like his eldest brother, Terral, nor was he the tall stick of a man that was the next brother in line, Alfric. Even the middle brother, Talrend, the one his parents kept trying to forget about, was stocky, muscular, and bore resemblance to Terral and their grandfat
Commission - Iron Gronn boss battleThe Iron Gronn Siegebreaker is encountered at the Entralink, and is the last boss that Ash, Misty, and Brock fight in the prologue. When the three try to escape, they are stopped by the behemoth.Commission - Iron Gronn boss battle3 days ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
It'll first attack by pounding the ground that can be avoided by not being in range. While open, this is the chance to attack. It'll then try to stomp a player that can stun and damage you when it hits. This is easy to avoid, but has consequences if you're not careful.
When it starts to get on its last legs, it'll unleash an area of effect barrage of cannon fire. This is unavoidable if you're out in the open, so take cover behind a few structures to stay safe.
Keep attacking when it's stunned and the prologue is cleared!
Commission: No Rest “Father, when is Renny coming back?”Commission: No Rest2 days ago in General Fiction More Like This
Alon ran up to Uther, carrying a couple of wooden swords his father made for him.
“It will be alright my child,” Uther comforted Alon, “Your mother and I will make sure that nothing will happen to her.”
Uther frowned at the recollection of what happened; after a mentoring session with Prince Arthas, Uther and his family decided to relax near the guild-house in Stormwind City to enjoy dinner. However, an orc ambush had occurred, leaving the guild members helpless as the orcs raided supplies and other items. In the scuffle, an orc had recognized Uther and proceeded to fight him; while he was not injured, another orc had stolen his daughter in the confusion.
“Is Renny going to be safe?” Alon asked his father.
'Of course she will,” Uther smiled. As he began to tell stories of his exploits in the second great war, Karen entered the room, spear in hand.
“We need to leave right now!” K
TerumiTerumiTerumi2 days ago in General Fiction More Like This
The black susano'o.
"Now then, let us play!"
Name: Hazama a.k.a Yuuki Terumi
Country of Origin: Unknown
Date of Birth: Unknown
Occupation: Captain of Burning Legion Intellegence Squad
Blood Type: Unknown
Height: 183 cm (6'0")
Weight: 61 kg (134.5 lbs)
Relationships: Dio (comrade), Sargerath (observer), Broly (comrade)
Hobby: playing guitar
Favourite Band: Judas Priest
Likes: live music
Dislikes: Rachel Alucard
Fighting Style: Original
Signature Weapon Type: Knives, Nox Nyctores in the shape of a black snake head attached to a never-ending chain
Signature Weapon Name: Chain Snake, Gemini Anguium: Ouroboros
Control Scheme: BB-IZM
P1 Outfit: Original Outfit
P2 Outfit: Hazama Outfit
Voice: Yuuichi Nakamura (JPN), Doug Erholtz (ENG)
Regular Music Theme: Silent Scream
Unlimited Music Theme: Endless Despair -Chrono Phantasma Mix-
VS. Music Theme: Nightmare Fiction (VS. Ragna), Six Heroes (VS. Platinum, Jubei, Nine, Valkenhayn, Hakumen), Elec
Into BattleInto Battle1 day ago in General Fiction More Like This
Esria rode through the swamplands with trepidation. She was approaching the battlefields, and even her mount could feel it. The moonsaber tensed as it padded over the damp bog soil. Esria ran her fingers over the hilt of her axes, knowing she was likely to need them soon. She was starting to see tohers, members of the alliance heading to the warfront themselves, from regiments of Stormwind Soldiers she passed, to rushing individuals speeding past her and her moonsaber on their own mounts.
It was those she saw returning from the front that worried her more though, bloody and battered. Soldiers moaned from the back of infirmary caravans, soaked in blood and badly wounded. Some still did not move at all, even with Priests and Druids tending to their bodies. Her eyes narrowed at the concept of what awaited her. But she could not turn back, she had to provide what aid she could.
She stepped into the barren waste of the Blasted lands soon after. They were aptly named, the red rocky earth ben
Story of a Night Elf 14 Since we had to wait through the night anyway, we decided to go back to the camp outside of the battle site. We both would rather be there, with others around, than just spending the night with just the two of us beside the Moonwell. On our way back to the battle site, I let the young Rouge have the keeping of the well water. I did not like what I saw in her. She was too protective of the bottle. She flinched if I reached for it. She kept a tight hold of it otherwise. She also kept looking between the bottle, and myself, as if measuring me. It's like she thought I would try to take it from her at all times.Story of a Night Elf 141 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
We arrived in the camp, and almost all attention of those around us went immediately to the water of the Moonwell that the young Rogue carried with her. She initially flinched back as they all came to her to see what we had been given. For an instance I thought that she was going to run, and then she calmed down and let everybody have their turn loo
A Moment to ThinkEsria sat on the log within the Anchorage with a weary sigh. Her entire body ached as she sat with half her armour removed, from the waist up she was dressed just in her cloth undershirt she wore with her armour. It was still stained with sweat and blood despite the rain that had fallen in the swamp. Her armour was being fixed and treated for some damage, the main of which still stung at her shoulder.A Moment to Think6 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
Three times now she had been to the front, each time getting a little more scraped, cut or bruised. But the constant battles were starting to take their toll on her. She ached all over and had not had more than 4 hours sleep a night. And her shoulder still stung from where an orc had slipped her guard with a dagger. A lucky strike, she thought to herself as she touched the scar that remained there. A kind draenei shaman had dealt with the wound upon her return, but she kept the scar. She kept all her scars.
She had been out along the borders of the swamp and blasted lands, where sh