Odd Jobs: Chapter NineteenOdd Jobs: Chapter Nineteen4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Block and Branch was a welcome sight by the time the party arrived. The day's light was fading to an ever-deepening gloom and everyone was bone tired. Having carried Ceraline all the way from the ruins, Garadun's muscles were aching. He'd made a couple of brief stops to put her down so he could work out kinks and then get a better grip while carrying her, but had otherwise kept up a continuous march. The pixie in Laurewen's arms only weighed a couple stone, so she had a far easier time carrying her back to central Faunel.
When the inn was finally in sight, Ceraline slipped off his back and walked the rest of the way. She had that much pride left, anyway. When Mr Longbanks was told they had a very ill pixie that needed tending, he immediately ushered them to one of the Little Folk rooms where they put her to bed. Hot water, soap and towels were brought in as quickly as possible, and the girls gave the faerie a gen
Phantom's AngelAs Sam walked barefoot through the barely lit locker room reeking of sweat and cheap perfume, all she could do was roll her eyes at the gossiping teenage girls and mutter to herself, "I hate this. I hate this a lot."Phantom's Angel8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It wasn't the P.E. part she despised—unlike most of the drama queens in her class, who ran each lap ridiculously slowly and complained of side-aches after a minute or so of slow jogging—P.E. was damn easy. She could outrun almost anyone in either the guys or girls P.E. classes (after freshman year, conservative parents were concerned about the shameless flirting and folding of the gym shorts until the school agreed to spilt them into two groups), she had good upper body strength, and the track coach had been trying (in vain) to get her to join team.
Not that Sam would ever join the track team. She, in her words, didn't 'believe in organized sports,' and thought that the money funded in all the sports programs would go to better use in the arts and drama department. Much to
The Beckoning, Preface and Concept ArtThe Beckoning, Preface and Concept Art3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Drow, or often called Dark Elven kin, are a dim and ancient race. Unlike the other familiar elves, the Drow are cave duelers, creatures of the depths who do not enjoy the company of those who live on the surface.
They are often called demons, dark creatures, evil, and their appearance does not do much to avoid such criticism.
Dark elves have coal gray skin, which permits them to blend in to the dark like shadows, while their stature is slightly smaller and more slender than those of humans. Their hair, often kept in elaborate braids, is pale as silver, and for this reason, dark elves will often cloak their heads when scouting the surface world at night. Their eyes vary in color, ranging from shades of green and golden yellow, to shades of orange and red. Their irises are as those of a cat.
Their features are as graceful as the most beautiful of elves and are often denominated as being devilishly attractive.
Yet such characteristics are not the only motive feeding the dread of surfa
XerasXeras2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Female Illuskan human Bbn1: CR –1; Medium-size humanoid (human); HD 1d12+3; hp 15; Init +3; Spd 30 ft.; AC 16 (touch 13, flat-footed 13); Atk +6 melee (2d6+11/19-20, masterwork greatsword); SQ Fast movement, illiteracy, rage; AL CG; SV Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +2; Str 18, Dex 16, Con 17, Int 15, Wis 14, Cha 13. Height 5 ft. 11 in.
Skills and Feats: Climb +8, Handle Animal +5, Intimidate +5, Jump +8, Listen +6, Survival +8, Swim +8; Survivor, Weapon Focus (greatsword).
Languages: Chondathan, Common, Giant, Illuskan, Midani.
Patron Deity: Tempus.
Special Qualities: Fast Movement (Ex): +10 bonus to Speed. Illiteracy: Xeras can't read or write. Rage (Ex): During her rage, Xeras has the following statistics instead of those given above: hp 17; AC 14 (touch 11, flat-footed 11); Atk +8 melee (2d6+13/19-20, masterwork greatsword); Fort +8, Will +4; Str 22, Con 21. Skills: Climb +10, Jump +10, Swim +10. The rage lasts 8 rounds, after which she is fatigued.
Loranys CarterLoranys Carter2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Female water genasi Drd1 of Istishia: ECL 2; CR 0; Medium-size outsider (native); HD 1d8+4; hp 12; Init +3; Spd 30 ft., swim 30 ft.; AC 16 (touch 13, flat-footed 13); Atk +3 ranged (1d4/19-20, masterwork throwing dagger) or +2 melee (1d6+3/18-20, masterwork scimitar) or +3 ranged touch (by spell) or +2 melee touch (by spell); SQ Animal companion (squid), nature sense, spell-like abilities, spontaneous casting, water genasi traits, wild empathy; AL NG; SV Fort +6, Ref +3, Will +7; Str 14, Dex 17, Con 19, Int 14, Wis 18, Cha 12. Height 5 ft. 7 in.
Skills and Feats: Concentration +8, Diplomacy +5, Handle Animal +5, Heal +8, Intimidate +3, Knowledge (nature) +4, Spellcraft +6, Survival +10; Bullheaded.
Languages: Aquan, Common, Druidic, Illuskan, Sylvan.
Patron Deity: Istishia.
Special Qualities: Animal Companion (squid) (Ex): 1 bonus trick, link, share spells. Nature Sense (Ex): +2 bonus on Knowledge (nature) and Survival checks. Spell-Like Abilities: 1/
MercenaryMercenary6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The light glistened off her chest.
It reflected from the cold blue steel of her breastplate with the same glare that drifted from beneath her soft red bangs. The facade that she had to maintain was a pleasure, and a burden. She enjoyed it; the dance she played was fun. The curse was that she had to. Woman didn't exist in her line of work; not any with her level of skill, at least.
Jaquet removed her gauntlet with a silken grace that she added to most of her movements when she was in public.
Once again, she had to knock down someone's ego. It was sad that so many people needed to step up and test themselves with her. Why did everyone need to try to best her? Was her reputation and status so important to them that they needed to personally try and knock it down?
She knew why. She was a tool. People used her. In her profession and in most other aspects of her life. The other regulars of the pub coaxed the man into it. They knew what would happen to the newcomer; it had happened
Iriaga SerpenthelmIriaga Serpenthelm2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Female Damaran human half-nymph Sor1: ECL 4; CR 2; Medium-size fey (augmented humanoid); HD 1d4+2; hp 6; Init +4; Spd 30 ft.; AC 15 (touch 15, flat-footed 13); Atk +2 ranged (1d4/19-20, masterwork throwing dagger) or +1 melee (1d4+2/19-20, masterwork dagger) or +2 ranged touch (by spell) or +1 melee touch (by spell); SA Stunning glance 6/day; SQ Familiar benefits (raven), half-nymph traits, spell-like abilities; AL CG; SV Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +8; Str 12, Dex 15, Con 15, Int 19, Wis 17, Cha 22. Height 5 ft. 5 in.
Skills and Feats: Appraise +7, Bluff +10, Concentration +6, Diplomacy +8, Knowledge (arcana) +8, Sense Motive +5, Spellcraft +8, Spot +5; Blooded.
Languages: Chondathan, Common, Elven, Giant, Illuskan, Orc, Sylvan.
Patron Deity: Sune.
Special Qualities: Familiar Benefits (raven): +3 bonus on Appraise checks, free Alertness feat whenever familiar is within arm's reach, familiar speaks Sylvan. Half-Nymph Traits (Ex): Damage reduction 5/cold iro
Dagestu's PartyThe minstrels had finished their performance, and they were replaced by a group of scantily clad dancers from Mulharond, who performed an exotic routine. Dagestu was not massively impressed with them; she had seen far better in Menzoberranzan. Being human, the dancers lacked the speed or grace of elven dancers.Dagestu's Party3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Among the party guests were all of the wealthy of Waterdeep and many from outside of it. There were lords and merchants, princes and priests, artists and warriors. All of them had come to pay their respects to the beloved Drow cleric and banker, Dagestu Baenre. With both wealth and an exotic appearance, Dagestu was the darling of Waterdeep's chattering classes.
The guests were all in their stocking or bare feet. The carpets of Dagestu's house were priceless and none was allowed to walk on them in shoes. Of course, Dagestu had the money to replace the carpets the next day, but an important part of Waukeen's doctrine was prudence. Luxury had to be kept in balance with frugality. H
Cal'lantar character sheetCal'lantar character sheet3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Male drow Wiz20/Acm3: ECL 25; CR 23; Medium-size humanoid (elf); HD 20d4+20 plus 3d4+3; hp 81; Init +3; Spd 30 ft.; AC 26 (touch 18, flat-footed 23); Atk +18/+13 ranged (1d4/19-20, +3 hand crossbow) or +18/+13 melee (1d6+6 plus 1d6 cold/18-20, +5 defending frost brand rapier) or +15 ranged touch (by spell); SQ Archmage high arcana, drow traits, familiar benefits (cat), spell-like abilities; SR 34; AL CN; Fort +8, Ref +10, Will +15; Str 12, Dex 17, Con 13, Int 25, Wis 14, Cha 16. Height 5 ft. 1 in.
Skills and Feats: Bluff +14, Concentration +27, Craft (alchemy) +33, Decipher Script +30, Diplomacy +7, Hide +8, Intimidate +5, Knowledge (arcana) +33, Knowledge (history) +22, Knowledge (the planes) +14, Listen +5, Move Silently +11, Search +12, Sense Motive +13, Spellcraft +35, Spot +5; Combat Reflexes, Daylight Adaptation, Highborn Drow, Improved Counterspell, Improved Initiative, Quicken Spell, Reactive Counterspell, Scribe Sc
The Warrior's QuandyI hear the drums, the chanting,The Warrior's Quandy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
far behind me, near the camp.
I sit alone, under Grandmother Moon.
I need to think.
Which path is right?
Which path is wrong?
Will we, the First People,
regret this way we forge?
The elders counsel waiting,
the younger feel the flames of war,
they hear the call of the drums.
The white devils make many promises,
but the only ones they keep involve violence.
So many of our people, not just warriors,
woman and children, slain as well,
left to rot, lost to history.
We've been driven from our lands,
so many times,
uprooted from our past.
What will the future hold?
Will our ways die?
Bear hide keeps me warm,
while I listen to the drums,
to the chanting,
under Grandmother Moon
worrying about the future of my people.
Vanya Wolfshadow character sheetVanya Wolfshadow character sheet3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Female Rashemaar human Clr6 of Mystra/Wiz10/Hth2: CR 16; Medium-size humanoid (human); HD 6d8+12 plus 10d4+20 plus 2d4+4; hp 105; Init +7; Spd 30 ft.; AC 23 (touch 13, flat-footed 20); Atk +15/+10 ranged (1d4+1/19-20, +2 returning spell storing throwing dagger) or +14/+9 melee (1d6+4 plus 1d6 cold/x2, +3 defending frost brand shortspear) or +11/+6 melee (1d4+1/x2, Vryll's whip) or +13/+8 ranged touch (by spell) or +11/+6 melee touch (by spell); SA Turn undead 6/day; SQ Aura, cohort, familiar (cat), place magic, spontaneous casting; AL NG; SV Fort +13, Ref +8, Will +19; Str 13, Dex 16, Con 14, Int 20, Wis 17, Cha 16. Height 5 ft. 3 in.
Skills and Feats: Concentration +25, Decipher Script +15, Diplomacy +14, Handle Animal +5, Heal +12, Knowledge (arcana) +26, Knowledge (geography) +7, Knowledge (history) +15, Knowledge (religion) +14, Knowledge (the planes) +12, Move Silently +6, Perform (dance) +5, Sense Motive +9, Spellcraft +30, Survival +5; Combat Reflexes
Renegade Elves ch1Jatariel and Breena sat on the deck of the Hound of Tinlanding. As ever, the cleric of Umberlee was giving her young pupil her lessons.Renegade Elves ch13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"So you have read the contract. What does it entail?" the sun elf asked Breena.
"It was written in very difficult language, Mother. It says that we are to travel on this ship for six consecutive voyages to provide protection against storms, pirates and sea monsters," answered the human girl.
"And what else?" asked Jatariel.
"That was the complicated part. The Church of Umberlee has agreed to a deal with the Church of Waukeen that is to last two years. We are to protect all their shipping. As part of that deal, a cleric of Umberlee is to work with a cleric of Waukeen to ensure the deal goes smoothly," explained Breena.
"Very good. You skipped some of the minor details, but that is otherwise a very good summary of the contract. I will be acting as representative of the Church of Umberlee and tomorrow we will be joined by a cleric of Waukeen. He or she wi
Church of the Bitch QueenJatariel and Breena sat on the deck of the ship, enjoying the sunshine and watching the distant ocean horizon. Both wore blue-green robes marking their service to Umberlee, but Breena's robe was a good deal plainer than that of the elf cleric. Both of them were barefoot. The sun elf's waistlength hair blew freely in the sea breeze, but the human maiden's hair was plaited in the northern style, with two twin braids.Church of the Bitch Queen3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"So what did you think of your first visit to a church of Umberlee?" asked Jatariel.
"I had never seen such a large building in my life, Mother," Breena replied. "Even the castle of Lord Hardruld, who lived near my village was smaller than the church. It was so beautiful! I loved the mosaics on the floor. Most of all I loved the huge statue of Umberlee. Our goddess is so beautiful!"
"Our goddess is indeed beautiful, child. One day you may be granted the privilege of beholding the Queen of Black Depths, even before your death," said Jatariel.
"What did you think of the other
Child of the Bitch QueenJatariel sat upon the beach in the cool evening and watched the crab. It was as large as a sheep. Its hard carapace was dotted with barnacles. The cleric had summoned the creature from the sea that she might meditate upon a creature of her goddess, Umberlee.Child of the Bitch Queen3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A human girl skipped across the beach. She cried with fright when she saw the crab scuttle towards her.
"Peace, child," said Jatariel. "This is a beast of Umberlee and I am her priestess. It will not harm you."
Jatariel looked at the girl. She was dressed in a simple peasant dress and was barefoot. Her fair hair was plaited in twin braids. She was no doubt the daughter of a fisherman from the village. The sun elf was not a good judge of human age, but she guessed the child could not be older than thirteen.
The girl curtsied before the priestess. Jatariel smiled. The girl had clearly been taught to respect her betters.
"Tell me child, do your parents worship Umberlee, the Lady of Dark Waters?" asked Jatariel.
"My aunt and uncle wors
Champion - Chapter One - a PJO Reader InsertSUMMER BREAK (Age 12)Champion - Chapter One - a PJO Reader Insert4 years ago in Humor More Like This
As soon as the bell rang your classmates dropped their pens and started gathering their stuff together.
It was a hot day outside so you could understand why they'd want to leave school as soon as possible.
Shouting and laughing the other kids raced out the door, leaving you to pack up your things slowly and survey the mess around you.
Scraps of paper, still opened glue sticks, a few lone crayons on some tables. You "tsk'd" and shook your head.
Dropping your bag on your tidy desk again you started picking up the left over stuff from the project.
Your teacher had been nice enough to dedicate the last lesson before summer break to a creative project, even though your Latin class was lagging behind the supposed schedule already, and your imbecilic classmates couldn't at least clean up their mess!
"(Y/N)? What are you still doing here? School is over; you should go and enjoy your holidays!"
You smiled to yourself as you screwed shut another glue stick.
"It's fine Miss
MelpomeneHear her sing of sun-kissed,Melpomene3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
heavy-lidded tragedies that roll
off her tongue as sweetly as
sugared violets and as naturally
as nightfall; but bruise the lungs
of those who breathe them in.
She is no poet's muse, but
these summer-drunk revellers
will never know better.
My Perfect MistakeAs he drew,My Perfect Mistake2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His pencil slipped,
Leaving an undesired mark upon his canvas.
Erasing leaves shadows,
And the mark he left was far too heavy.
He began to think to himself.
Something familiar was there,
Something he simply could not shake.
He had seen this before,
He had seen it and forgotten.
This particular memory was destined to be lost forever,
Forever lost in the depths of his mind.
He then started to think deeper.
How many "mistakes" were thrown away?
There was something quite incredible here,
And he was seconds from tossing it aside forever.
Fate had given him another chance
To reclaim this gem that had been tossed carelessly aside.
The more he thought,
The more he resented the idea of mistakes.
Are not mistakes just untapped potential?
If not all mistakes,
Are not some at the very least a learning experience?
Would an expecting mother deny her child simply because it was not planned?
Is that child simply an inconvenience without the potential to do amazing things?
This slip of the
Character Profile Form GERMANCharacter Profile Form GERMAN4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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The Krieg JournalsThe journal of Private Johann Freins, serial number 27935729 of the 35th Shock Troop, of the 67th Krieg Expedition.The Krieg Journals3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I held the stave close to my body. The hobnails digging themselves into my skin, pain, the only thing real in a universe full of unreality. The air was cold, with the brightness of the moon giving any light on this Emperor forsaken world. We moved silently towards the enemy trenches, it was difficult, pools of water mixed with blood and entrails marked the no-mans-land. The smell was just awful, rotting meat mixed with the burning flesh of the burial pyres. I was the first to enter the trench; the warped wooded boards creaked as my full weight pushed them down. My stave was raised, the hobnails gleaming in the bright moon light. The objective running through my mind: capture the front commander, at all costs, he must be taken. Quite an objective when the man creatureis guarded with, I bet, highly specialized troops. However, we, the Black Death, do take the m
Paper inked with loveI used to write so many thingsPaper inked with love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to smile, I used to sing
I used to be so very happy
I used to be
And then you trapped me
The piece of paper
On the table
A little story
Of a traitor
On the purest heart
To lie about
I was the paper
You were the words
You violate me
So I got lost
I am the memory
You are the ghost
I won't be treasuring
You inked the paper
You inked my soul
It won't get better
It won't let go
They will retell this story
The piece of paper gonna burn to ash
And we will shine in endless glory
But it will never heal this painful gash