D and D 4e Chromatic DraconiansD and D 4e Chromatic Draconians3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Chromatic Draconian Soldier
Humanoid XP Elite
HP: +8/lvl + constitution score
Resist: 5 at 1st lvl against element of the breath weapon. 10 at 11th. 15 at 21st lvl.
Saving Throws: +2
Speed: (flight: clumsy) half the land speed (this only applies to ones with wings.)
Action points: 1
Powers: Breath Weapon (daily) * Acid, Cold, Fire, Lightning, or Poison
Close blast 4; lvl +2 vs Reflex; 2d8 + Constitution modifier damage of one of the following types: acid, cold, fire, lighting, or poison. The damage type does not change once it is chosen.
They had their rite of birth as dragons taken away from them. Now they find that they don't need to be large powerhouses of magic to be taken as a force to be reckoned with.
Average Height: 5''-5'' 10'
Average Weight: 170-190 lbs.
Ability Scores: -2 Intelligence, +1 Strength, +1 Wisdom, +2 Char
The Silver Throne: Chapter 2Big Ben ChaseThe Silver Throne: Chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The weather was finally improving after a whole week of nothing but miserable rain. The lead clouds gently opened here and there to allow sunlight to reach the rooftops of London and the curtain of morning mist slowly unwove as the city awakened. Big Ben chimed seven times, startling the flock of doves nestled in the trees of the garden at Buckingham Palace. Elizabeth awoke and stretched, the first time she'd awaken after such a shock and it all seemed no more than a bad dream. That stretch was utterly natural for one heartbeat, then she stopped and contracted and she realized again that her world had changed and she could never stretch, breathe, or move again as she did before.
They had kept her here for almost a week now, there was no way her five-story high dragon form would fit in any hospital, let alone a comfortable bed. So she lay outside in the moist grass and dirt like a wild animal, they couldn't even set up some form of shelter that would be bi
Narcissus Dilettante and the Hapless DragonNarcissus Dilettante and the Hapless Dragon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Narcissus Dilettante and the Hapless Dragon (note: Ashuton (the Italian dragon god) is a dragon shifter, that means he can become human and turn into a dragon (Not an Anthro dragon. He is a full fledge dragon, wings and all. This is Narcissus's (the black girl and hero of TSODR) poem to him).
In clandestine glory
I see you look down at me
Your eyes open up new light
Through that hole in the wall
You see everything I do
Come in and join me, please
There is much to do
I conform your abnormalities
Dragon scales, claws and dragon breath
Yet behind slanted lizard eyes
I see a human
Come in and join for there is much to do
Together let's fall into the Smokey oblivion
Of each other's warmth and dreams
And never come back
I want to be there with you
At all times
And I am
Morning, noon and night
You kiss these chocolate covered lips
And I stroke your pale neck
Unfortunate things uphold lust
But what we have binds us
You speak words so intelligently
Improper grammar makes you cringe
You enjoy pa
Journal of an Alien: Section 1Alapan 15, 812534Journal of an Alien: Section 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
According to Alliance protocols, I'm required to keep a journal of my contact with this planet, among my thousand other duties that I'm supposed to perform while I'm here. So, might as well get started. First off, my name is Songaliana, or Song for short, a light-blue scaled, female hunter draconian. As I'm recording this, I can see the white, green, and blue covering of the planet. Green is usually good; it's an indication that there is life on the planet, at least most of the time. And there seems to be a system of lights covering said green, which is either a sign of lava, bioluminescence, or hopefully, an advanced sentient creature that has made a large system of lights.
But since this is my journal and there's still time before arrival, I might as well say why I'm here in the first place. As soon as I turned eighteen, I signed up for the "First Contact with Alien Planets Society", which sends members to unexplored planets in hopes of discovering new sentient life
The Commission Chronicles 19The Commission ChroniclesThe Commission Chronicles 196 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 19: Fitting In.
As I slept I began to listen for the voice to tell me something else. (I expected yet another aggravatingly mysterious quote.) But it never came. I just had my regular dreams.
When I woke up I looked over at Latias, once again she was right beside me snoozing happily. I smiled but then remembered that I hadnt had the voice tell me anything important like it usually did.
I wonder why the voice didnt appear? I thought to myself. I know I havent finished my quest. Have I?
I sat there and thought about what all I had to do. And thats when I realized that I had never actually been given a job to do. I mean, I had been shown the supposed Crystoldia a few times in a dream. But for the most part, I had basically commissioned myself to help Latias as my purpose.
The Heart Of Medusa A battle worn warrior advances within the dark domain as he treads slowly forward with his eyes affixed to his feet before him. The only sound he hears are his own cautious footsteps. Nonetheless the crackling fire from the torches adds a distant soothing rhythm which brings vague light to the stone dwelling as it casts flickering shadows upon the walls, but he dare not look. He manages to steal a glance at a stone warrior, a "would be" hero, which provokes him to question the difference between heroism and barbarism. As he gazes upon his wrapped wounded body he smiles within himself at the irony of such wrappings used for burial as this will likely be his tomb. He can now hear and feel the pounding of his heartbeat within his chest as he comes closer to the core of the deadly lair. He stops and calls out the name that strikes fear and terror to all who knows it ... MEDUSA! Seconds pass before he hears the slithering across the sandy ground from afar. His restless heart beaThe Heart Of Medusa4 years ago in Settings More Like This
This JourneyAutumn tiptoed in 2 days earlyThis Journey6 years ago in Open More Like This
and blew a kiss from the tops of the trees
After the rain
the dusty smell of streets
we conversed quietly on the front porch
feeling our new skin
eyes and ears open to the new world
The sadness in the earth rose up into us
we are too old for weeping
The Elemental Hearts: KoudoshinThe Elemental Hearts: Koudoshin2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The Elemental Hearts Seris:
Name Translation: Earth Heart
Age Position: Eldest of the sisters, 2nd oldest over all, younger than only Raikoushin and Ankokushin
Spirit Form: A dragon who has given up her wings to walk the earth. (A possible link in the description.... Still need to find a dragon I like.)
Sealed Form: Link in Description
Released Form: Link in Description
Release Command Words: "Shake the world, Koudoshin!"
True Release: Link in Description
True Release Command Words: "Shake the world to it's very core! Ban-KAI!"
Gem Combination: The Emerald of Blister
Released Abilities: The manipulation and control of earth or earth based reiatsu. She allows her wielder do this in a few ways they are: Yurasu Renda, Koudonami, Emeraduo Kousen
Translation: Rock Barrage, Earth Wave, Emerald Beam
True Release Abilities: Koudoshin uses the manipulation and control of the Earth to such an extent in her True Release that she can create physical objects out of the grou
Bakugan Collection Master List 2012Bakugan Collection Master List 20122 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Asterisk (*) means obtained
Cross (+) means awaiting from pre-order or trade-in
Slash (/) means Store Pegwarmers. Least of my worries.
No mark means currently hopeless to get (HELP please :3 )
*Pyrus Delta Dragonoid
+Pyrus Delta Dragonoid
Pyrus Infinity Dragonoid
/Aquos Preyas II Diablo
*Aquos Preyas II Diablo / Angelo
*Ventus Storm Skyress
*Ventus El Condor
*Subterra Hammer Gorem
*Haos Blade Tigrerra
*Darkus Dual Hydranoid
*Darkus Alpha Hydranoid
Miyamoto Musashi's Poetrywe reconstruct the manMiyamoto Musashi's Poetry9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from shards of paper and pottery
(a shrike in ink
a small wooden bodhisattva
a practical treatise on swordplay)
he said his only teacher was Nature
which is a fine thing to say
when you're good at everything
they say he slew Ganryū
with a length of oar
he'd whittled on impulse into a sword
so much for the soul of the samurai:
not metal, flashing and hard
priceless and irreplaceable
only a discarded wooden spar
emerging from refuse
to refuse returning
and perhaps his poems were the same
nourished by earth and water
whispering an answer to wind
burbling off towards the long sea
and this is how history left him
and this is how I might find him:
an old man on a mountain
preparing future warriors for poetry
writing his way back
into the world that wrote him
when he emerges from his grotto to converse with the single scarred wholeness of the moon, I steal towards his poems and brush the pages across my hands, like reaching for a damselfly at rest, to see how his b
LoS: Denizens of the Deep: Final ChShale quickly, almost frantically tunneled through earth and rock with Spyro, Cynder and Hazeri right behind him only stopping when they came upon larger tunnel which they followed further downwards.LoS: Denizens of the Deep: Final Ch2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As they ran Spyro looked at Shale. He could see fear and desperation in his face as well as hint of anger. It was very different look from everything Thane had showed up till that point and it only underlined the urgency of the situation even if Spyro did not know the details.
"You seem to know a lot more about this monster we faced on the surface, what is it that makes you fear it so?" asked Spyro as they ran.
"That monster, a Depth Stalker as we sometimes call them, are terrible beings of immense power. The fact that you stood against one and forced it to retreat was the most incredible proof of your power when Hazeri told me what had happened" said Shale between breaths as they ran through the crystal lit tunnels.
"Are they that powerful?" asked Cynder questionably. "We did not have too
Love"Sometimes," The girl whispered delicately, "I feel very breakable,"Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Sometimes," Said the boy thinly, "I feel breakable, too,"
The pair, boy and girl, touched their heads together and leaned back against the gravestone, closing their eyes and shielding them from the muttering wind.
FlameRight: The Burning Cross, Chapter 1 1FlameRight: The Burning Cross, Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alone. A word that constantly kept repeating in my head for a very long time. And for that long time, I listened to it. My name is Thavos Aldumon, and there was a time when I truly believed that I was alone. I'm currently sixteen, but unfortunately those sixteen years were filled with almost nothing but tragedy. I started with a good life; a home, a family that loved me, but all that changed when I was five.
My parents, Trisha and Vulxiin
OneOne2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One lifetime to share your love
One millenium To have a kid
One century to Care for someone
One decade to marry
One year Fore you to find someone
One month To cheer
One week To rule them all
One day to live
For every time has been wasted
You cannot take it back
For one day it will want revenge
And you'll be wack
One hour to say I do
One minute to tell a rhyme
One second to blink
And a fraction to exist....
Draconian Racial VariantsRacial VariantsDraconian Racial Variants2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Red draconians see themselves as the most superior of all the variants of their race, they almost have no sense of humility. They solve all their disputes through intimidation and scare tactics, allowing them to make themselves get to the top of the heirarchy when forming governments. In most cases a draconian clan leader would be one of these or will at least be a political adviser or viceroy. They are as feared in war as that of their red dragon ancestors, spreading their armies like the wildfires formed from their breaths.
Their major clan is the Crimson Horn which is one of the five that represents the heads of Tiamat. The leader of this group is a well aged warlord named Erdon, otherwise nicknamed the "Great Wyrm". He believes himself to be part of the same bloodline as Tiamat and demands that he should be treated as such. Those who follow him are ordered to be like a flame burning ever
A Boy, A Tragedy, A New Mother Chapter 2 It was Early in the Morning around 5:32 in Selinas Cave High in the Mountains. The Dragon and the Human Child Bryan who was still in Selinas claw and covered with her wing to keep him warm layed in their Nest Sleeping Calmly. Bryan Started to wake up from his sleep , His eyes were a bit drowsy from what seemed a good night sleep even though having lost everything he cared about the night before but gaining a new Mother of a whole different species he could've never had thought or imagined existed. He Slowly started to wiggle out of the loose grasp of the dragons claw and crawled out from under her wing then stretched out to loosen his muscles and bones. He moved to the edge of the nest then climbed over it making the branches crack this making noise that wasn't very loud but loud enough for the sleeping dragon to wake from her sleep. She quickly realized that her human was not in her claw, she looked around and saw Bryan just gA Boy, A Tragedy, A New Mother Chapter 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Getting Rid of BitternessGetting Rid of BitternessGetting Rid of Bitterness10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someone hurts you
Whether by accident
Or on purpose
It brings you pain
That doesn’t go away
Any time soon
And you say
You forgive them
But deep down in your heart
You don’t feel it
Just pain and anger
It drags on
And brings despair and bitterness
Takes your love, joy
It leaves you
To get rid
There is only one way
Is to let it go
And really forgive them
Turn the hate to love
Turn the grief to joy
Turn the anxiety to peace
If you can’t do it alone
There is someone
That can help
He can help you
But you must give it to Him
And not hold onto it
He loves you and wants to help you
But won’t force you
You have a choice
His name is
The Son of God
The Lord Jesus Christ
Writers BlockGrell frowned as he looked at the blank sheet of white paper in front of him. He scoffed at his unused pen. He growled at his ink-free hands. What is he doing now William T Spears thought with exasperation as he looked over at the head-ache causing Shinigami. Grell had been sitting there for a good two hours, mumbling inaudible curses and balling up paper only to have it thrown across the room and hit at the wall where it sank to the floor. In was incredibly, undeniably, annoying to watch.Writers Block4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Sutcliff." William said after he walked over to the small, paper cluttered desk where Grell was sitting behind then glared at the red head until he looked up at him.
"Yes, Will, what do you want? I'm busy." Grell said agitatedly with furrowed eyebrows. This certainly was unlike Grell. To give a response the completely lacked a flirtatious pass and a lewd intention was suspicious. But this odd behavior did not make Will any less piqued about the greeting he got.
"What I want is to know w
The same.My Mother, strong, unyielding, caring, tame, everything that I probably should be,The same.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But we just aren't the same.
Amiss the yelling and the many disagreements, I begin to wonder, is it really her that I should pass the blame?
I'd tell her this, but I can't,
We just aren't the same.
Though I love her dearly, sometimes, I wish that she would take a moment to see me more clearly, so that I may finally stop playing this endless game of Lies and hidden Guile,
If I could make a list of all the smiles I've faked, it would go on for miles.
If she accepted the truth, my smile would shine sincere, but I fear,
That she'll never open her eyes, for she's far to proud to realize,
We just aren't the same.
QuestioningAn ear piercing screech of metal was heard all over the Phantomhive mansion, startling all it's inhabitants. The obnoxious sound came from none other than the uninvited Grell Sutcliff as he made his way down the halls, dragging his death scythe behind him, undoubtedly leaving scratches across the used to be flawless floors.Questioning5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hearing the strange noise that was getting closer by the second, Ciel braced himself for what would soon storm through his door.
"Where is Sebas-chan!?" said a rather high pitched familiar voice. Ciel let out a held breath and became immediately annoyed. What did he want, now of all times?
"Grell Sutcliff. Did it not even occur to you that you should knock before entering?" Ciel scowled.
"It did not. And must I repeat my question?! Where. Is. Sebby?" Grell shrieked loudly.
"He is out runny errands for me at the moment. Please take your deafening contraption and leave." Ciel answered.
Grell let out a cry of defeat and sat down in a seat in front of the young Phantomh
Jackie!Jackie!1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You came from way down south, dodged the global flu.
Your family life was strong, it's love was tried and true.
You played against the odds, performed a major coup.
Eventually became, number forty-two.
You saw the world in gray, colors morphed as one.
No game you couldn't play, sport to you was fun.
Friends loved to have you home, yet urged you to move on.
Courage moved you forward, faith under the sun.
Wasps and haters fumed, a Negro out of place.
You shut the mouths of these, embraced the human race.
Lovers then consoled you, helped you through those days.
They had to face the truth; no one like him plays!
Your legacy lives on, hope was born that day.
A world with less constraints, now clearly on it's way.
We thank you for your strength, and hope and pray today,
that all alive will see the need to let the children play!
Turning Inward - Asperger Syndrome and discoveryPrologueTurning Inward - Asperger Syndrome and discovery2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Vignette One - Floating
He floated near the ceiling, up in the front right corner of the classroom. Looking down, the six year old boy could see the top of his teacher's head and the faces of his classmates. Further down the row closest to the door he saw himself watching and listening to the teacher. The boy felt like Superman since he could now fly.
He would often imagine leaving his body during times of increased stress, caused in part by the teacher herself. She wasn't exactly a mean woman, but had a harsh manner that frightened him. At home in the mornings he would sometimes become nauseous from the dread at the thought of going to school. This was made worse by the apprehension he felt with the anticipation of trying to interact with his classmates. He would continue to have a knot in his stomach every morning before school for the next twelve years.
Vignette Two - Focus
The monster was attacking him again. Its hairy paws came out of the igloo through holes on either sid
ROTG - When Children DieToothiana was sobbing.ROTG - When Children Die2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was horrible to hear, impossible to fathom. With every shaking breath, a cry of immeasurable loss issued from her lips. Her entire body was quaking, and her listless wings shimmered like teardrops in the shifting candlelight. In either hand she held two small, bejeweled cylinders. Each cylinder had an exclusive image of a child’s smiling face painted on one end, and was flattened on one side to form a sort of decorative door. On the ground before her, in three rows of five and one row of three, lay eighteen other cylinders. The small, circular cases shone in the flickering light, and as Tooth glanced up briefly to look upon each memento, a fresh wave of anguish overtook her and she once again succumbed to weeping.
Not one of the other Guardians could console her. They, too, were wracked with sorrow, for twenty children... twenty precious, unique, wonderful children... were dead.
North’s great shoulders shook, caving inwards, bearing a weight of gri