Mana Berry VineMana Berry Vine2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Found here and there in Mist World, mana berry vines are long spiraling vines that grow mana berries. Many berries are blue glowing berries about the size of a blueberry. When consumed, a ripe mana berry will boost a spellcaster's spell power. One average sized mana berry vine will contain 2d6 ripe mana berries. Mana berry vines are very expensive and difficult to grow. At market a batch of six mana berries costs 25 gold pieces. High quality mana berries have higher potency but cost twice as much!
One mana berry = +1 caster level for 2d6 rounds.
One high quality mana berry = +1d4 caster levels for 2d6 rounds.
Mana berries can be stored in a small jar, bag or flask for up to a year before losing their potency.
serviceHe's everyone to me,service6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Anywhere I look he's staring back at me.
Once upon a time something not so amazing happened. I learned how to air guitar, and how to move my hips, and that the chorus on the TV isn't the whole song, no matter how many times I see the commercial.
I also learned that the words that I knew as a little kid aren't right, but sometimes being right is wrong and I'd rather look back on the words I came up with, than the ones that actually were.
About a year ago I figured out that Led Zeppelin was a play on words and not the name of a guy in the band, and this past few months I realized that the squiggles on the metal boxes outside on street corners spell the word alpha, and they weren't those mazes they used to give us in school that you'd solve with your pencil.
I'd hate to think that everyone is born with a reason.
I'd rather earn my reason than be born with it.
I found a world and lost it again, which seems to happen a lot. What else is there to find?
If I were Alice, I
The Perfect Youth Who Performs SlaughterThe Perfect Youth Who Performs SlaughterThe Perfect Youth Who Performs Slaughter2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Praise to you,
But a thousand times to me
On every breath.
Such a free thing,
A small thing, a petty thing;
But when you have lungs of oak
Every breath is a new beginning.
There are hieroglyphs
On these vertebrae,
Spelling a name Isis hesitates on
In every dreamer's pause.
This is the holocaust you cannot deny,
For the rain will only fall
When I permit it.
Mirror Portal with Candle KeyMirror Portal with Candle KeyMirror Portal with Candle Key2 years ago in Settings More Like This
This is a large mirror, either free standing or mounted on a wall. The mirror is a magic portal that is activated only by a person holding a specific burning candle. The person holding the candle and any creature or person touching him or her will be able to walk through the portal. Only the one specific candle will activate the portal when lit and held. The portal leads to another identical mirror portal in another chamber. If either mirror is broken, the magic will no longer function. If the lit candle key is not within five feet of the mirror, the mirror portal is inert and will not function, seeming in every way to be an ordinary mirror. A detect magic will detect transmutation magic on the mirror even if it is not activated by the candle key. Another version of this mirror may require a PC to wear a specific type of robe while holding the candle key, or even chant a specific chant while wearing the robe
Though Heroes Fall - Part 1Though Heroes Fall - Part 12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Artwork by: http://sazariel.deviantart.com
Though Heroes Fall A Tale of He-Man By Omnivore7
Elf vs. Orc 2Celadon Toadstool was delirious.Elf vs. Orc 29 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The funny bit—uproariously funny, it seemed to her—was that she knew she was delirious. The world was billowing around her. It looked as if someone had meticulously painted the inside of a cottage on silk, and then hung it in a gentle breeze. The corners floated inward and collapsed back out again with a sigh.
That someone would go to all that trouble, painting a cottage on silk, was hilarious.
She knew she was wounded. She couldn't quite remember how she'd been wounded. Imagine not remembering a thing like that!
This also struck her as hilarious.
Her name, in Orcish, was Urrsharruk-gah, and she had skin the delicate gray-green of the gills of cave mushrooms, and eyes the color of stolen gold. Her hair was thick and dark and she wore it tucked under her helmet to keep enemies from being able to grab it, which was problematic, because she'd lost her helmet somewhere along the way, and she wasn't in the best of shape anyway.
Even in her immense good humor
Earth and Sky: Part OneEarth and Sky:Earth and Sky: Part One10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A Glider's Spirit
Kalad's throat tightened as he checked the water's surface. His normally fair features looked unusually dark in the water of the barrel, in the shade of his parent's shop and home. One of his mother's friends giggled as she passed, but Kalad ignored her, setting off down the road and tugging at the clothes his mother had made especially for this moment. Made from green and blue material, it was airy and a version of the traditional garb young men wore when they were ready to court the girls that made their hearts race, and when he had put it on his mother had sighed and teared up. Yes, it goes with your eyes well, Kalad. You're lucky you have one of the town's best seamstresses as your mother. Kalad wondered how horrible it must feel to wear the garb of engagement through the town, and was glad that he was still only fourteen years old and not intent on life-long commitment just yet.
As he walked through the town, people stopped to watch and g
Honey and the BeeHoney and the Bee4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My back against the tree,
as I sit here and watch,
and the Bee.
AbstractionAbstractionAbstraction9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Abstract, abstraction and so on are words thrown around all the time in poetry, and often without much solid – or at least congruent – meaning.
An abstraction is literally a 'taking-away' from something, a vaguer look at a solid concept. For example, we could say that 'animal' is an abstraction from 'cow', or that 'person' is an abstraction from 'telephone repairman'.
An abstraction may also be an abstract noun, though, such as 'love', 'peace', 'death', 'fortune', etc.
Or it may be an abstract verb, such as 'eat' or 'move' or 'take'. More concrete verbs might be 'chew', 'walk' and 'grab', or might entail phrases such as 'eat with cutlery', 'move on foot' or 'take in his hand'.
The logic is that the word is a non-specific generalisation based on an observed event or series of events. All you need to know is that an abstract word is like using a generic template. Saying 'it was love' calls upon well worked, common (trite) concepts of what 'love' means. It contains noth
Nyxcilla, goddess of seas and nightNyxcilla, goddess of seas and night5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Names and epithets: Queen of Darkness, Nyxcta,
Mana Mother, Dame of the Hidden Land, Thallassathea.
Nyxcilla rules the deep darks, from the abyssal waters to the night and moon. Through the tides from her lunar domains the world is bathed on magic. As suitable for the goddess of oceans, she is never still. Anyone at the sea may be judged as suits her wholesome and overwhelming temper. Diveus courts and calls for her through mortal messengers, but her answers are unknown, perhaps absent.
Mother-of-pearl, Nyxcilla's high priestesses, vouch for some
couriers being drawn into her whirpool navel...
...and brought to
REUNIONREUNIONREUNION3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
“Beautiful,” the village priest muttered, “but the sun's beauty will extinguish that come morning.” He rose and turned toward the constable, “Chain her here, double the guard, and be sure no-one touches her.” She looked at him and spat, “I will eat your still beating heart from your chest, holy man. Your children will be my spawn and your wife will know true horror!” The priest smiled at her, “I am unmarried, demon whore, and you will die at dawn.” She spat curses as he walked away, but it seemed to me her fight was fading. My heart broke a little.
I've been looking for her for over a decade. I've taken many forms and ended many lives in my search. Moving on is necessary, and easy. Then again, integrating myself into a society comes much easier to me than most. Here, I am Dalgud Horscht, the trusted and well respected captain of the guard, I am the eldest son of one of our fine communities founding families,
The Writing ProcessWhat is the Writing Process?The Writing Process8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Many of us learned that the writing process is made up of five parts: Pre-writing, Writing, Revision, Editing, and Publishing. Indeed, this process has been so ingrained, and the vocabulary and terms have become such a part of our education, that some students (and adults) feel as if writing is a formulaic, rigid thingnot unlike learning mathematicsthat they simply never excelled in. Fortunately, this simply isn't true. While the five basic steps of the writing process are effective, they can only be effective if the people using the process understand the purpose of each step.
Experience has shown that many students do not know the purpose of drafting beyond a certain, vague understanding that you're supposed to "correct" or "fix" something for each new draft. Its unfortunate, but its also been shown that students who are forced to Pre-Write in certain ways, even when they have been
Write What You KnowWrite What You Know3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once upon a time, a young woman was so in love with books that she decided she wanted to become a writer so she, too, could create loveable stories. She read everything she could about writing. Then, one day, she found herself in a book store where she bumped into an old man among the shelves. Turning to apologize, she discovered it was a venerable, much-loved author.
As soon as she could find her voice to speak, she said, "Oh, sir! I know you are very busy, and so I would just like to ask you one small question: what is the best piece of advice you have for a beginning writer?"
The old man smiled and said, "Certainly, young lady. In fact, I will write it down for you." He took out a small slip of paper and a pen and jotted something down. Then he handed the paper to her.
She thanked him profusely and moved out of his way so he could go about his business. Then she looked at the little paper in her hand. She frowned.
"Write what you know."
Well she was very disappointed. In fact, it m
For The BirdsSometimes I start writing stories and then find outFor The Birds7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that they're true
or somebody already wrote them, or nobody wants to know.
And then I have to stop and start again,
with something different.
You used to tell me about all these beautiful worlds,
and the beautiful white houses, and the beautiful white
and how they pranced along the sandy shore,
just waiting for us to ride them home
to our safe, warm house,
and I would ask you why not.
And you said white horses were for the birds.
I went looking for the birds, you know.
I left my house with a hundred dollars in my pocket
and a patched rucksack on my back,
and just started walking.
I didn't even have any plasters for my blisters,
and most service stations in Norfolk don't take dollars.
I kept walking.
I reached the coast. I'd never seen the sea before.
It was so blue, such a lovely shade of blue.
Just like you told me.
Do you remember those nights? We used to lie out on the
trampoline in your ga
Rehab for Roleplayers - IntroWelcome to Rehab for Roleplayers, a series of articles aimed at helping roleplayers more successfully make the transition into writing fiction.Rehab for Roleplayers - Intro5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Introduction: How to Spot a Drow Illusionist
I can identify a habitual roleplayer from fifty paces. Those who've been spooked by my asking whether they're a roleplayer within ten seconds of reading their fiction will know what I'm talking about.
"But how did you know?" they gasp. When I'm done chuckling, I explain that I know they are a roleplayer, because they write like a roleplayer.
There's usually a pause, then, while the writer decides to what degree they're going to feel offended by this statement, and/or wonders whether I've been stalking them, before they pose the next question: "What, exactly, do you mean by that?"
What I mean is this: roleplayers almost invariably share the same basic writing habits, and some of these habits stand out as flaws in their non-RP material.
Many people develop their interest in writing
Tips For the NoviceTips For the Novice12 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Tips For The Novice
It's an all-too common occurrence on my periodic forays into the world of internet poetry - writing weakened by a lack of fundamental knowledge concerning the essence of poetry writing. There are no rules set in stone about creative writing. The writer that strikes new trails can make a lasting impact on the world of poetry, but the chances of a writer stumbling upon golden words without a solid knowledge base are slim to none. The following tips for novice writers are intended to help shore up those fundamentals, to help the young writer breathe the essence of life into their poems, and to better share that essence with the reader.
The most important element you can inject into your poetry is imagery. Imagery is made up of sense data: color, sound, smell, temperature, the feeling of physical contact. When we remember anything with any vividness, we remember in images. When we fantasize or hallucinate, it is i
Quick the DonkeyQuick the Donkey10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The donkey's name was Quick.
His front hooves were neat and dexterous and opposable, and his back hooves were the size of dinner plates and had unassuming steel shoes. He had a pale grey hide and pale pink nostrils, and ears like enormous fringed fans, and if you lifted up his cowl far enough, you would find large, slightly worried brown eyes, with the devastatingly long eyelashes reserved for beauty queens and large ungulates. He was a small, neat-footed donkey who kept his elbows tucked in and could vanish into a crowd much more easily than a bipedal donkey wearing a yellow robe with checkerboard edging had any right to do.
He had a goldfish in a plastic bag. She was a small, neat-finned goldfish with kinder eyes than are usual among fish. Quick was only guessing about the "she" pronoun. He wasn't sure how to tell the difference, or if it mattered one way or the other. Well, it probably mattered to another goldfish. He wasn't sure if the kindness of the goldfish's eyes was really the
INDEX OF THE ATMA GUIDEINDEX OF THE ATMA GUIDE6 months ago in Settings More Like This
CHAPTER ONE - THE WORLD OF GHARA
The Gharian Ring
Fauna and FloraAetus Divus, the Sacred Raptor
Quirt ScorpionMad Ant
Mempo HeikeganiDire Mudskipper
CHAPTER TWO - THE SARBA MAINLAND
History of Sarba
Lithic CycleHeroic CycleIdura CycleAmaranthine EmpireAmid EmpiresNefilim InvasionNorthern Empire foundation
CHAPTER THREE - THE NORTHERN EMPIRE,
FORMALLY KNOWN AS THE UNION OF IMPERIAL DUCHIES
Imperial Races and Respective Ethnic Gro
You Ever Notice?--part 2It was after school, and the bus dropped us off at the same place. Same high school because our scrap of a town only had two. It was cloudy, and I was trying to hold the rain back with my mind for the sake of this conversation. She was walking ahead of me, head down, arms wrapped around her book bag. She never wore it normal once she was off the bus. Picked that up a year ago. Anyhow, I caught up to her (she sped walked, I swear) and tapped her shoulder. She actually jumped. She spun on me and I saw how wide her eyes were. I probably would have laughed but she had freaked me out jumping like that. So for a moment we just kind of stared at each other. She recovered first though. Her shoulders hunched a little and her eyes thinned to slits.You Ever Notice?--part 26 years ago in General More Like This
"Hey." I said.
She kept silent, but her eyes didn't leave me. She looked like she was expecting a tr
Breaking Writer's BlockStep OneBreaking Writer's Block3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Start writing. The hardest part of all. The second you get going, your momentum starts to fall.
Go out of order, just so the flow doesn't hitch. When you're trying to keep things straight you'll find you have a glitch.
Flick off inspiration. All you need is you. If writing is what you desiredon't stop to think, just do.
Go on without a doubt. For words will starttoblendand rhyme schemes will falter and you may have run ons that are too long or misspellings improper. Whatever you do don't stop even though it's corny crap, the test is all the rough spotsthen you're back on track.
Make it fun. That's all there is to say.
Try to finish, don't put it off a day.
Is a hard one, because it makes you really think. Write about what happenedwhat put you on the brink.
Makes no sense but neither does this rhyme. Since there's two more steps to gobetter save some time. Refrigerator.