The Death Knight, Part 1It had always saddened me that I never remembered what my life once was. Day after day, traveling the world and fighting against the true threats of it with nothing more than a horse and a pet zombie fighting alongside me, I pondered my past life. In rare times I would get minor flashes of my home, some sign of who I was, but they made no sense. It was only worse knowing that the only connection remaining to that life, the last person who knew who I was, I had personally killed months before. Back when I obeyed his command. Back before I was freed from that damned Arthas.The Death Knight, Part 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Even now those days feel like a blur. The first memory I have was of those times; when I awoke in the necropolis known as Acherus, when I first became a death knight. It was there that I was prepared for a task; the destruction of the Scarlet Crusade.
In a few short days, I had laid waste to all of their armies in and around New Avalon, a feat that surprised even the Lich King. With this utter destruction of the Scarl
Isirdan Character Sheet.Isirdan Character Sheet.4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Full name: Isirdan
Nicknames: Isir, Dan or her title among the army. "The Serene Darkness".
Age: None is for certain, but one can assume Isirdan is near her mid thirties.
Birthday: Isirdan in person wouldn't tell, due her lack of interest in celebrating it, but for those who remember her could tell she was born the 5:th of November.
Nationality: Once strongly within the Exodar elite, now she serves under the Twilight Hammer's purple banner.
Languages spoken: Draenei, Common and some Eredun (Demonic) after joining the Hammer.
Occupation: Elite Soldier, Axe Guard.
Origin: Nagrand - Draenor
Currently Residence: Last seen in the Twilight Highlands, but one can not be certain of her current location.
Height: 2.19 meters (7.18 ft.)
Hair colour and length: Dark purple/brown. Just below her ribs.
Eye colour: White. Her right eye have been operated shut.
Character Sheet - AlessandriCharacter Sheet - Alessandri3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Full Name: Alessandri Solarius
Pronunciation: Al-e-SAN-dri, so-LAR-ius
Name meaning: Alessandri; Common meaning "to help defend men".
Relationship Status: In a Relationship Sarandal Arrowhawk
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Physical Description: Slimmer than most Blood Elven women, Aless supports an hourglass frame with a larger than the average bust size. Her white-blond hair is either kept up in a loose bun or down, smoothed about her shoulders. Lately, she's kept it down more often than not due to her friend's love of it that way. Soft sandy golden eyes shimmer from her round, childlike face. Her fingers are often ink stained. The scent of fresh parchments and inks seem to stick on her. Burn scars cover her fingers, hands, and up her arms to her elbows. Some still shine a bit from being fresh, though no other scar or marks are
Echoing, Chapter 1: SickEchoing, Chapter 1: Sick3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hod was up to his knees in a snowdrift when the first wave of nausea hit him. He dropped his rifle and landed on one knee, catching his breath in surprise. All around him was silent snowfall and the quiet movements of the snow cats in the hills all around. The one he'd had in his sights stopped and turned to stare him down before sauntering off into Winterspring's freezing north.
The troll man sat back on his heels and picked the gun back up. The sickness in his gut twisted slowly and then eased away without so much as a ghost twinge. "Perhaps those rations were a bit too old for eating," he muttered, getting gingerly back to his feet and trudging deeper into the snowy woods. The flakes sifting through the air seemed to eat the sound of his voice as it left his lips in a cloud of steam. He paused to check his bearings once again, and went on alone.
He had left his faithful warp stalker at Everlook's stables, c
Echoing, Chapter 3: HelplessEchoing, Chapter 3: Helpless3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Open your eyes," Noha snapped. "Come on, I don't have all day."
Hod recognized the young troll woman's voice immediately, but the world was still a shifting sea of vertigo that he dared not upset. He kept his eyes tightly shut and grunted softly. "It makes me sick," he murmured.
"Uncle Hod can't get up right now," JuJu said from where she sat by the fire pit stirring a pot of stew. "He sleeps a lot and I have to make him eat or he wouldn't eat at all."
"Oh you big baby," Noha sighed. He felt the hammock he was resting in swing as she leaned against it. Then there were arms under his, pulling him upright. Noha draped his left arm over her strong shoulders and then bent to swing his legs over the edge as well. "Stop complaining about a little bit of fever. You'll never get better if you don't get out of that bed and try." She led him slowly to the doorway and down the ste
I'm Only Happy When it RainsDripI'm Only Happy When it Rains6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear the drops outside my window.
I hear the thunder roll in the distance
The sound of trucks driving through mud puddles
I lay in bed, listening as the rain pours
hitting the tin roof, pounding through the quietness of the room.
Days upon days, I have slept
in peace and quiet
I drive through the mud puddles
The thunder still rolls in the distance.
The rain is soothing in this dry spell.
I am only happy when it rains.
The Darkfallen and Sanlayn guideThe Darkfallen and Sanlayn guide3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Darkfallen, San'layn.
Welcome to the Darkfallen, San'layn guide. Here you can find all the information currently known about the race and faction. Information will be added over time if anything new becomes available.
Before you decide to make a Darkfallen character.
Think for a moment. Reconsider, maybe. Playing a Darkfallen is considered difficult, if near impossible, to pull off.
First of all, they aren't vampires.
Second, they're undead. Not attractive and glitzy.
Third, they cannot create other Darkfallen.
Fourth, they're most likely Scourge loyal.
Racial name: Darkfallen.
'Faction name': San'layn, of the Scourge.
Previous race: Blood elf only.
Language(s): Thalassian, Common.
The Darkfallen are the elite, immortal soldiers of the Scourge
Echoing, Chapter 5: the CureEchoing, Chapter 5: the Cure3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Even before the zeppelin's tie lines were secured to the tower dock, Hod could tell they'd arrived at Undercity because of the sharp smell of the pine forests, the dampness in the air, and the perpetually overcast sky. He'd stayed below deck for most of the journey this time. The tight quarters were packed with families and merchants. Most adventurers stayed on the main deck, but there weren't many heading to Undercity these days, it seemed. There had been a plump goblin woman with eight children who had clung to his leg during their departure from Orgrimmar. She'd prattled away about how he'd have to protect her and all the passengers if trouble showed up because he was one of the few, didn't he know? One of the few real fighters on this flight, and oh, wasn't it just terrible how everything was falling to pieces these days? All the while, he'd been fighting down the nausea twisting in his belly. H
Empty MeIn darknessEmpty Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am blind
a shadow or find
a noise, a creak
my fear at a high.
searching for light
I want to cry
out for an answer
fear in my chest
sadness, my cancer.
A shadow plays
in a corner of my head
a power eats my soul
evil wanting to be fed
out of darkness
please help me see
all that is me
Guide to graven ones.Guide to graven ones.3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Graven One.
By The Purple Man.
The Graven one is an necromancer class in itself, yet one of structures that goes beyond the scourge and normal thoughts.
FIRST OF ALL!
Graven ones are first living and turn Undead in the end of their power.
Also think first this class is an prestige class and you will most likely be hated and called names for playing it.
* Eyes: The graven ones eyes are often an white or black colour without a glow just a simple shimmering wet white or black colour.
* Skin: The skin of an graven one is pale, sometimes sickly coloured and thin to nearly see through it.
* Other: A Graven one does NOT carry fangs or any other kind of misfit features, they are UNDEAD normal HUMANOIDS.
* Note: A Graven one do not grow anything extra, they lose weight, and muscles as they grow to the undeath of their own race slowly.
* Cloths: Often a black or gray suit of robes unless they summon their plate set of shadows and bones.
MelloxNear - Lemon and HoneyMello loved the way Near smelled.MelloxNear - Lemon and Honey6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mellos smelling Near didnt happen on purpose, but on a particularly rainy day at the Wammy house, Mello and Near were together in the second story playroom.
Not that they werent usually in that playroom together, that is. In fact, Mello and Near were always the only ones in the second story playroom, besides Matt. Near was there as much as he could be, which caused Mello to be there as much as he could be, which caused Matt to be there as much as he could be, with, in finality, all the other Wammy kids to avoid that room as much as possible.
Mello had just gotten back from checking out numerous books from the library, so he could study extra hard for a test the next morning. Matt was on his way back, holding an extra-large pile, since Mello had left his books with his friend. Why? To have more time to bug Near, of course.
Mello kicked open the door and could hear it bounce off the rubber stub on the wall. (Smart Roger had added that,
Itachi and Sakura -REQ-Itachi and Sakura -REQ-7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was almost midnight and Sakura was sitting in her apartment, looking out in the dark night. The clouds were heavy of unshed rain, and the thunder roared in the distance. She closed her green eyes and sighed. I guess he wont come tonight either, she whispered as the rain began to fall.
She got up from her couch and walked up to the window, gazing up in the sky, trying to see the stars hidden behind the clouds. If I see even one small star, just the glints of it, Ill trust hell come back. She barely had time to stop thinking when a bolt of lightening lightened up her dark apartment.
The rain didnt stop falling, and Sakura went to bed, her heart in pieces. I wont stop believing, she whispered, halfway into the world of dreams. Ill never give up on you She fell asleep with her loved ones name on her tongue.
A day passed, and it was once again close to midnight in Konoha, and, as always
For the Future of Skyrim - Part 5Middas 30 Morning Star 203 4E 3:00 PMFor the Future of Skyrim - Part 53 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Listener?" I could hear Cicero moving around in my room looking for me.
"I'm in here," I replied. I knew my voice would be muffled to Cicero, but I didn't feel like moving yet.
The doors to the wardrobe opened up and the resulting light blinded me. I shaded my eyes as I stared at the silhouette of the Keeper. "Why is the Listener sitting in a closet?" Cicero's tone was genuinely confused which made me laugh. It was hard to get one over the Fool of Hearts.
"I'm thinking," I said.
"In a closet?" Cicero repeated. He raised an eyebrow showing his skepticism.
"In or out," I said scooting forward enough for Cicero to sit behind me if he chose. "The light is bothering me." The Keeper shrugged and climbed in behind me. He had to push some of my dresses out of the way. After Cicero sat down, he had to wrap his legs around my waist since there was no space for them otherwise. I reached out and closed the doors to the wardrobe. The dresses and shirts closed
Taste of HeartbreakTaste of Heartbreak11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I will stand by my new lover's side
And staple together the pages of our years
The blacked out fragments of our faded storyline
And the harsh words and silences that still sting my ears
My my, my love
It must have gone by so fast
I haven't grown any older, why have you?
The memories of twisted dreams, of whirlwinds and of make-believe
The nowhere fairytale with a lazy end
The phone calls late and dates with cyberspace
You never could have been anything real to me
It would break the veil of fantasy, I know I was dreaming
Of you and of kisses rough against the midnight sky
The midwinter sun has finally arrived
And so has my beautiful beginning
The middle of our downward spiral has drawn to a close
It's too bad you never knew where to end or begin
I won't dangle from your sins again
I'm through with flailing inside your web
You can't leave me hanging if I've already fallen
Caught by loving whispers of truthful delights
I find your anger to be quite amusing
And this time I won't be the
SP-K2- Who kissed me chp.6 Who kissed me?! K2 chp. 6SP-K2- Who kissed me chp.65 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yeah! I am actually! So I suggest you DONT FUCK WITH ME! I walked out of the room. My face was still hot. I was confused why? Because when I kissed Kara I didnt feel NEARLY as hot and my heart wasnt racing! Why did I turn so hot, why did my heart race, and WHY did it feel so much bett-- different when I kissed Kenny??
I sat on Stans couch, holding my legs to my chest and my head hiding from Stan. After I stormed out of the dog area, I immediately went where Stan was. Stan just KNEW something was wrong. Im sure he got that impression, because every time I left early to head where Stan was, if was b
Walking on StarlightI turn the stone over in my hands, hard and chill, but not as cold as my seat carved out of the crevice wall. Too long it has been since I felt at home. Shoveled in this cell like a bucket of coal, door locked on me as if I were a beast too disgusting to roam free. I am alone.Walking on Starlight1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
I trace the grooves in my stone then toss it back and forth out of boredom. This journey is beginning to aggravate me. It seems whenever our goal is almost in reach, just past arm’s length, a snag of brambles catches us by the ankles and we are dragged backward again. Like some kind of twisted game the fates are playing with us as their pawns.
But then there is her.
Oh, she were the light that shines through the leaves in summer. Her hair is the rich copper forged in the most fiery of foundries. She fights with ferocity and skill, then can turn about and beam with flowing calm and beauty. I have seen nothing like her.
Could she love someone like me?
Troubled Minds, Chapter IITroubled Minds, Chapter II2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When an alarmed Fluttershy accidentally recovers a dying Sombra, the pegasus, acting on nature, immediately acts to heal him and, hopefully, rehabilitate the weakened villain, all while keeping his existence a secret from her friends.
A Sombra x Fluttershy fic that would not leave my mind after the tumblr/comic
No. None of them compared.
The taste was not bitter or aged. It was not sweetened, or burned. Nor was it warm and familiar, loose from his own or some unimportant rabble.
It was... in between. Something sweet, but with a bitter aftertaste. Foreign, yet vaguely familiar.
Slowly but surely his tongue snaked past the small of the line his frail jaw had allowed him to open, scraping against the dagger-tipped corruption of his fangs.
There it was again. The sweet, but faded to bitter taste. He'd tasted it before, enjoyed it flavor before even, but...
A sudden spasm. A collapse of his mind as nerves wracked against one another, forced to squirm as a
Pokemon Creepypasta: DEMISEDid you know that when you trade for a Pokémon in the GTS, sometimes you will get something you weren't looking for?Pokemon Creepypasta: DEMISE4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
According to a select few, there is a Pokémon that has been terrorizing players since the beginnings of the fourth generation. The Pokémon, simply known as "DEMISE," has been considered both a hack and virus, and is only found through the GTS trading system.
DEMISE is reportedly a genderless shiny Bellossom. Its OT reads as "???" and its ID number is "00000." It's reported to bear a somber expression, with black tear-like markings pouring from its eyes. The flowers on its head as well as its leafy skirt are described shrivelled and/or decayed.
Accounts of its profile signify that DEMISE was met as a fateful encounter with its last trainer. The location of the Pokémon's origin remains unknown since it does not register on the GTS Globe.
DEMISE is level 0 with exactly 100 hit points. Additional oddities includ
The Days Have GoneWhat happened to the days when bikes could be left on the front lawnThe Days Have Gone6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or children could play outside til midnight before the first yawn
What happened to family Saturday nights
and summer time trips, watching Independence firework lights
What happened to casually holding hands with a boy
and those boys not seeing girls as toys
What happened to being able to pass grades for test given throughout the year
and not worrying about weapons in schools, now a big fear
What happened to those days
Those days have gone
replaced by a drug induced haze
and a player making a con.
Televisions and internet surfing are now our "fam"
kids these days don't give a damn
And these hard economic times have stopped the trips
choking on unemployment's strongest grip.
The days have gone, and I do miss the easiest of days
of never having to worry and looking at our country in a dark display.
BitterWhen the feastgoers finally got around to realizing that Hiccup had been missing from his chair for a while, perfectly understandable confusion ensued. Not a great deal of the villagers were worried; Hiccup had a tendency to skitter off when no one was looking, and he was probably out stargazing or something equally pointless.Bitter4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As the brief amount of time he'd been gone eventually morphed into hours, the first sprouts of concern started rustling through the village, but sleep was had without a great deal of anxiety, even on Stoick's end. Then the sun rose through the morning fog, and Hiccup was still nowhere to be found, and that was when Berk began to stew.
Stoick ordered search parties to be formed immediately, and before the morning was over, the skies were filled with Vikings riding their dragons over the mountains and treetops. It was peculiar – if this had happened a couple of years ago, nobody would have cared as much as they did now.
"I'm going out to find him,"