Guide to graven ones.Guide to graven ones.1 year 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
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She stood, her eyes held fear, she held her breath,
My cold heart skipped a beat when our eyes met,
One meeting had started our dance of death,
The secret affair was ours, no regrets.
The world was twisted and could not approve,
The love we shared was as pure as your heart,
Together we left, the past be removed.
The letter I received will be our start.
We raced away, we had no time to lose,
With all in my power I fought all who came,
The castle appeared, we could not refuse,
But what she said was a lie in her game
Charlotte, My love, how could I let you die?
We will leave together, our journey to the sky.
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when you were still but a fascinating mystery
little by little, the soul you opened up for me
brought a spring to my life;
your laughter was the first sparrow's flight,
your whisper the southern breeze
your smile a sprouting daffodil
and your touch
a heatstroke I craved for,
I basked in it forgetting,
that seasons change because they must
Became summer, became autumn
and now that the house you live in
has grown watertusks on its eaves
you've become the Wintersun
and I am the Earth that revolves around you
on this elliptical track I was placed on
I'm further apart from you
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One more kiss
One more word
Hate to see this end
But I have to walk away
Relive it all
In my dreams
I'll watch you turn your back
My heart sitting on my sleeve
Dreaming with my eyes open
All I see is us
Every last touch
Every last kiss
Every last word
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I'm sane, but insane
I hurt, but pretend I don't
I'm frightened, but am brave
I'm beautiful, yet have my ugly side
I read, and yet learn nothing
I write, but have nothing to say
I draw, and fail to capture the beauty of it all
I'm a "social butterfly", in a non-social state of being
I love, but not with all my heart
I trust, but not in people
I pretend, but can't find fantasy
I can see, but am blind
I'm wanted, but not
I'm full of life, yet feel so empty
I'm warm, but cold hearted
I'm friendly, but won't show it
I dance, but can't escape the pain
I sing, and my eyes become wet
My heart pounds, yet lies
PegasusPegasus7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the beautiful sky of blue,
a horse with angel wings starts to sing its
song of purity true.
When it runs,
its hooves make the sounds of thunder.
Its beautiful eyes
strike everyone who lies.
The bright white of its strong body
attracts the nice and naughty.
This magnificent beast has never been seen
and is sometimes put off as quite mean.
Hercules changed all this
when he captured Pegasus without a miss.
The legacy of Pegasus continues on
from dusk till dawn.
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The sun beamed down through the autumn colour curtains, making the room fill with an earthly feel.
Music quietly boomed through the room. A pale girl danced mindlessly around the room. Her grey baggy, long sleeved shirt bouncing along to the beat.
Another sound pierced the harmonised surroundings. And the figure came to a standstill. Shuffling through the litter scattered on the carpeted floor.
She picked up the phone, and silenced the music. Answering with a sluggish "Hello?"
"My god, she speaks!"
"Never mind, just get your butt here!"
"You're meant to be helping out for the festival this afternoon "
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Think Love and maybe you see the faces of your parents. See an image of a child holding their new puppy.&
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My entire life I have been labeled with titles. The very day I was born the people in my kingdom called me..."The storm child," because I was birthed from the sky on a stormy, winter night. I don't know who I am, I do not know my parents, but I do know one thing. I am a warrior, and my hammer is my weapon. My hammer gives me the strength of a 100 thousand-thousand volts, and with it, my enemies wilt from fear.
When I was 17 I went to war for the first time. No amount of training can prepare a boy for such horrors. But after seeing one of my closest friends get shot through the heart with a poison-tipped arrow, I
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Are they delicious?
To me there dicusting,
Do they smell good?
To me they smell horrible,
Do they help you?
To me they distroy you,
Why do people do drugs?
why do it when it kills you on the inside.
But then people drink,
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Why did you leave?
Why did you abandon me?
Was i not good enough,
Was I annoying to you?
Or was I to overprotective,
If so then i'm sorry that it's in my nature,
I'm sorry i'm not perfect,
I'm sorry I don't meet your expectations,
But I thought i made you happy,
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The sky was black as always, but today with angry red streaks, like someone had cut into it. Ice covered the ground, and snow floated through the air. I suppose "floated" is too weak a word, though. It whipped into faces, and screamed into the night.
My name's Shea. It's pronounced "Shay." I'm not an animal, but sometimes living here amongst them makes me feel like one.
WOuld everything ever be right again?
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Strokes my bare chest
Balls my shirt in her fist,
Stirring only when I shift.
The White Raven
She whispers so gently
Her soft skin her plumage
Soft under my hands
As I could only imagine
A goddess' love would feel.
The White Raven
When she wakes
Her eyes peer up to me
Auburn like falling leaves
With leaf green flecks
Take me home
Eyes of my White Raven
Won't you take me home
Where the Lilies sweet the air
Your Lilies of the Vale
And my bed show the colors
The Colors of your Soul
My White Raven
Take me to a home
Not yet discovered
That will one day hold you.
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The pieces drifting like stars among the dark matter of the blackened sky
Is this a dream, or is reality the dream?
I cannot know
I do not want to know
The only thing I want is her
But I cannot indulge in the sweet scent of her, the eerie draw
For if I cannot keep control
I know I will bring her more harm than good
But without that sweet sorrow that she brings
I fear I will fade into the night side
The dark half of my soul
That urges to do what I know I cannot.
Why must I be this way?
Why must I feel this way?
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Beware her furtive frosted eyes
That seek to cage your carnal soul
As unpretentious their disguise
And unforgiving their control
Cloaked in feline innocence
Belies the sadist savage beast
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When history witnesses a great change, Razgriz reveals itself, first as a dark demon
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The demon soars through dark skies Fear and death trail its shadow
As a demon, it uses its power to rain death upon the land
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My beautiful Lily of the Vale
Which none but the saints dare to look upon,
Within the rapture of their holiest moment of faith;
So who am I,
No saint or god,
To look upon her angelic visage,
To smell the sweetest scent,
On any heaven, hell, or earth?
Such deep blasphemy,
Such terrible temptation it is,
That I nearly fear I will be struck down for such sacrilege.
And yet I would trade that feeling,
That unforgivable and unrepentable sin,
For nothing and no one.
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And the rest of me to the hounds of hell,
For I would endure an eternity of agony,
for just a g
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It was indeed a Dragon. Why was it here I thaught they were instinct.
I couldn't move i was frozen in fear, The dragon was facing in our direction, starring right at me, not Ammo, me. Why me? What was I good for, Im practicly usless without my intuition. All I am is Ammo's addvisor. Maybe Im mistaken, its a beast and beasts dont care who they kill, aslong as they get thier meal, right?
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I stood there confused and shocked. all I could do was backup, I backed up all the way till I reached the edge of the cliff. I