Narcissus Dilettante and the Hapless DragonNarcissus Dilettante and the Hapless Dragon2 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
Ricordo il mareRicordo, bambino, il mare,Ricordo il mare3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
insieme con i miei genitori,
giornate spensierate e felici.
Ricordo, ragazzo, il mare,
le serate con gli amici,
il falò in spiaggia, i primi baci.
Ricordo il mare,
azzurro come il cielo
nel quale mi perdevo.
Ricordo il mare, rosso al tramonto.
Rosso come il mio sangue,
quando in fuga dagli orrori,
sopra una bagnarola,
con in tasca solo il sogno di una vita nuova,
in quel mare,
mi sono perso insieme ai miei ricordi.
Ciao MammaSono qui che ti aspetto,Ciao Mamma3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ma tu non arrivi e mi lasci solo.
Piango, mi sento perduto.
Dove sono i tuoi abbracci?
Dove sono i tuoi rimproveri?
Dove sono le nostre litigate?
Dove sono i tuoi sorrisi?
Io sono qui che aspetto,
giorni, mesi ed anni.
Ma tu non torni, non tornerai, non puoi.
Mi hai lasciato solo,
solo impreparato ad affrontare
le avversità della vita
Stringo i pugni e penso a te
nella mia solitudine, con la mia rabbia.
Vorrei tu fossi qui, ma non ci sei
e mi resta solo il ricordo di noi,
il ricordo di te,
An Hour More. PrologueТяжелый серый туман. Низкое свинцовое небо. Холодные шершавые волны реки, которой так гордятся в этой стране. И город каменное чудовище с миллионами голодных, янтарнAn Hour More. Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pool of Illusionary WaterPool of Illusionary WaterPool of Illusionary Water5 months ago in Settings More Like This
This appears to be a large pool of water, but the water itself is an illusion. The pool is often about twenty feet wide and twenty feet deep, but could be of any size. It can look like a natural pool or be part of a constructed pool or fountain.
The water may be clear or opaque or even dark and stagnant. Any variation of objects of features may exist at the pool bottom, even doors, portals or stairs. The illusion would hide these from view. The illusionary water may contain illusionary fish swimming about or have a false image of treasure and a false bottom only about five feet down.
Depending on the strength of the illusion, a person interacting with the water will detect the illusion on a Will save vs. DC15 or DC20. The pool of water is created using a permanent image spell, or more than one permanent image spell (d20 3.5e Players Handbook p260).
Wall or Cylindar of Swirling StonesWall or Cylindar of Swirling StonesWall or Cylindar of Swirling Stones5 months ago in Settings More Like This
This is a barrier of flying stones created by a permanent magic spell. The barrier can be shaped like a wall or cylinder (usually twenty feet wide and ten feet tall and about two feet thick). The flying stones swirl randomly bouncing off each other making a tremendous noise like falling rocks. The stones vary in size from pebbles to about a foot in diameter.
Any creature attempting to physically pass through the barrier will take 8d6 points of bludgeoning damage, reflex save vs. DC20 for half damage. There have been reports of stronger or weaker versions of the wall of swirling stones.
One of these walls may be suppressed for 1d6 rounds with a successful dispel magic vs. DC20. The stones of the wall fall to the floor in heaps while the magic is suppressed and may be picked up or moved.
Elf Concepts -Looking for Critique-One of my many loves in life are elves. Lately I've really been getting back into the whole concept of them, as shown by my last picture. So I decided I want to put my own personal ideas into them, then maybe eventually work on some kind of plot and create a comic or something. So here's the elves I could think of from the top of my head, please feel free to remind me if I missed any.Elf Concepts -Looking for Critique-6 months ago in Sketches More Like This
Wood Elves/Forest Elves
These elves are known for their superior abilities to create things using the most simple tools. They usually have brown or red hair and tanner skin. Their bodies are usually thinner than most elves and they have the longest ears of all the elves, adapted to move swiftly through the forest. Seeing a Woodland elf is usually rare as they tend to keep to themselves, but if seen they will not respond in a negative manner.
Mail Order: Chapter 1Mail Order: Chapter 17 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The landscape was grey. Bleakly and dismally grey in all directions. The sky was grey and overcast, the dirt was an unpleasant brownish grey, the rocks were different shades of grey, the leaves and creepers on the trees were greenish grey, and of course the trees themselves were grey. Even the insects were grey. It was one of the most miserable places Garadun had ever seen. All right, the Blood Marsh around the gate town of Torch was far more dangerous, but here it was utterly depressing. The kind of depression that oozes right down into your soul – and sits there and festers.
But the job was the job, even if it sometimes sucked.
Shilling miaowed from where she sat comfortably in his coat pocket, and Garadun instantly felt somewhat better. All cats, especially delightful kittens, always improved his mood. And she wasn’t just any kitten. She was celestial and her inherent nature was a counterbalance to the pall
One Who Masters Magic: Ch. 23One Who Masters Magic: Ch. 2310 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A Taste of the Immortal
Is the Mortal Realm all that there is? No, of course not. When the gods wanted to create us mortals, the only way to do so was to imbue us with a piece of themselves. That piece became our immortal soul and that, like the gods themselves, endures for all eternity. But where does that soul go after our deaths? It goes to a plane within the Immortal Realm where the gods themselves either watch over and protect or ignore and abandon us.
— Archpriest Gallenicas of Salervurg
He was back home. It was not Bronwyn's house in Kubei nor was it Fitno's house, but home. It was the house he had grown up in, the house his parents had owned until they died. He was back in Sandrin, back when things were peaceful and happy. Syler could sense it all, every detail, and his soul savored every moment. He remembered the smells of his mother's cooking, the bubbling of the boiling pots full of potions his father was making, and the sound of his sister laug
Suddenly,WerewolvesThis encounter will work in any busy public place, but I've found that it works best in a tavern. This establishment can be completely isolated, such as a way station in the wilderness (especially during bad weather, ala The Thing), or just as easily be in a large city with numerous tall buildings, crowded lanes and dark alleys. I've always found that it works best in a city, since urban areas tend to restrict weapons and armor inside city walls, and the population density increasing the chance for panic and an alarming pandemic of lycanthropy. Such a plague should affect the setting significantly, an event that will be spoken of for hundreds of leagues or more and certainly make history books.Suddenly,Werewolves2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I set this encounter up in one of two different ways:
1. The adventurers go to be hired for an adventure they will never go on, accosted instead with this encounter. The DM should give a fair amount of alluring details, perhaps in a letter announcing the employer and his or he
Mail Order: Chapter 2Mail Order: Chapter 27 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chameleon House was located in Actual Alley, with a book repair shop on one side and the office of a sage on the other. The unique edifice looked like a narrow, three-storey building similar to a brownstone; with a side-gabled slate roof, light grey stone walls, narrow windows in weirwood frames and a densewood front door. In the middle of the door was a wrought iron chameleon head with a knocker below it.
Even in a city famous for an endless variety of architectural styles, Chameleon House was noteworthy. Not for its outward appearance but for what it was. It was in fact not a brownstone at all but a rare magical artefact known as a Daern’s instant fortress. When activated, it grew from a small adamantine cube into an impregnable structure some thirty feet tall. Additionally, it was unique among its kind because it was self-aware. Further, it could alter its exterior to match that of its surroundings. Here in Sigil
Blood of Kings, Prologue (RD)Blood of Kings, Prologue (RD)6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Leoni dismounted from Rivan’s saddle and sauntered to the circle of grey stones. Seven of them stood tall in a circular form, each with Rune’s cast into them. The Runes were even too old for Leoni to read, from the dead language. She wondered if Neela would be able to make them out. Neela had always had a talent with Runes.
Inside the circle three other woman waited. One was an elderly woman with long black hair and fading silvery amber eyes. The woman was over ten times Leoni’s age. She was the Crone, the High- Priestess of the Wayward God. She had a dozen other titles, all of them well earned, Leoni knew this, but she could not remember what they were.
The second woman looked to be forty, but Leoni knew better, her age was more than likely in the hundreds. She was still beautiful for her age, with her long black hair tied into a braid that fell over one shoulder. Her eyes were, like the Crone’s, silvery, but they had a blue tint to them. Her face
The Power of the ScorpionThe Power of the ScorpionThe Power of the Scorpion7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
This was the time of the night Aralynn loved. The bright desert sun had long since set in the west. Above her, the clear black night sky glittered with thousands of stars and a low dusky moon hung on the horizon. Beneath her, the warm comforting sand slowly cooled as it coursed through her bare elf feet.
Aralynn's tall lithe sand elf figure stood proudly upright against the constant desert breeze. Her light olive colored skin goose bumped due to the coolness and in anticipation of her upcoming mission. Her long tightly bound dark brown hair blew about in the constant breeze. The elf's slim angular face and bright green eyes were focused off into the distance.
Before her was a simple traveling tent encampment. As far away as she was, Aralynn could easily make out the encampment's five tall peaked tents, an encircling cloth barrier, a large central bonfire, and numerous elves moving abo
Mail Order: Chapter 3Mail Order: Chapter 37 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The cube sat on Garadun’s main table not far from several of his books, some of which were open. His personal library was enlarging all the time; it included texts on a wide variety of subjects. He firmly believed in the old adage that knowledge was power. More than that, knowledge meant survival. Ever since he’d first come to the City of Doors from Earth he’d been learning as much as he could to help him survive.
Shilling was also sitting on the table, occasionally poking at the little cube with her paw. It had been thoroughly washed and now gleamed in the light. After a very careful examination and consulting The Ultimate Book of Rocks, Minerals and Gems, Garadun had determined that the cube was made of carnelian, a semiprecious gemstone. It was also magical – his detect magic cantrip had confirmed it. Very strongly magical in fact.
Each side of the two-inch carnelian cube was engraved with a differe
How can you resist? Revised version (WIP)It was a cool and breezy evening. The wind calmly blew on the way to Simon's house. I was anxious to see him. He had told me he had something important to confess, after that he didn't mention anything else. Either way, I had a synch this could be interesting. Arriving to his house and yielding at the front steps, I took a breath hoping for the best. At my own pace going up the stairs then reaching for the doorbell; the pitched chime lasted for about a minute or so but, no answer 'hmmm Do I press again?' Figuring it would be impolite to redundantly beg for him to answer but, my eagerness was getting to me 'He's probably busy or whatever!' I took a seat on the front step and to pass the time to admire the unique and blended pastel colors of the sunset; hoping at the same time he heard my arrival. A shiver of the cold got me like an arrow though, I comforted myself staying close to calm the goose bumps 'Simon should be here by now, and strange for him to be this way'. Stepping up tHow can you resist? Revised version (WIP)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Importance of BreakfastThe Importance of Breakfast2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Importance of Breakfast
Though in Frewyn breakfast was widely believed to be the most important meal of the day, there were those who were determined to feel otherwise. While the various farmers in Tyferrim, the yeoman in Castle Diras and peasantry all about the Frewyn countryside enjoyed their hearty morning meals of oat porridge, cold sausage pies, smoked bacon and coddles eggs, there were few who declared themselves sated by only having a bite of toast and a sip of tea. These, however, were usually those of foreign ancestry, for even the Frewyn nobles were disposed to have a small basin of gruel when their delicate stomachs warranted some nourishment. Those from Livanon enjoyed their sweets in the morning, expatiating the horrid state of their teeth; those from the islands reveled in their Sindhaas and Phoraas, much to the chagrin of those who disliked them; those from Marridon delighted in their baked beans and poached egg; and those from Lucentia would follow in the
:Wish:~Wish~:Wish:7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hello there...it's me again. Is anyone listening up there? I've come to ask for my wish again....I'm sorry if this is getting old, but I feel it must be said. I've come to recite this wish.
As those of you know, I have friends; close to home and around the world. I ask of this for any friend I know. I have been blessed to meet these people, and some I don't think I deserve...but I'm happy I met them; know them even...somewhat. They've been there for me through thick and thin no matter how down or cynical I was those times.
I want to give back, I want to give thanks. I want to give them happiness, as they did me. I want to let them know that I care. Because no matter how I see it, I feel I don't show enough. I want to know that I put a smile on their face; that I was the one who put it there. To know I can make them happy, as they did me.
Even though for some who say I have done that and more so, I still wish to continue doing so. And as I recall, whomever has listened, you know
Lusterko - opowiadanieLusterko - opowiadanie1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
- Nie znoszę tych koronek! Idun pospiesznie ściągnęła zdobioną sukienkę, zahaczając o jeden ze swoich rogów. Spojrzała z niesmakiem na rozdarty materiał, po czym gniewnie cisnęła nim o sękatą szafę.
- Nie mów tak. Twoja mama byłaby zła, gdyby to usłyszała. wciągając spodnie, odwróciła twarz
w kierunku pary fiołkowych oczu wpatrujących się w nią z troską. Poza tym, ty naprawdę ładnie śpiewasz...
- Nie chcę śpiewać, Abitryss! przerwała swojej przyjaciółce Idun Chcę być wojownikiem, jak mój ojciec. Chcę iść i zwyciężać zadała cios wyimaginowanym mieczem.
Elfka zastrzygła uszami. Marzenia przyjaciółki były jej znane od dawna. Prawdą było, że sama Matka Natura tak stworzy
Zemsta - opowiadanieZemsta - opowiadanie1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nie zwykłam zabijać. Zawsze z boku, z oddali. Moim zadaniem jest chronić, nieść ukojenie w bólu, wspierać. Dziś osamotniona, bez druhów, staję na froncie. Nie przywiodła mnie tu głupota ni pogoń za sławą. Moje kroki prowadziło odwieczne prawo zemsty.
Spod stóp umykają mi szczury ucztujące na ciałach tych, co ufali, że zwyciężą. Biel ich kości rozświetla wnętrze jaskini. Panem na włościach jest tu Litfe. Monumentalne monstrum skrzące się zielenią tysiąca łusek. Do dziś błyszczą posoką.
Patrzę na nie z niepokojem a moja krucha elfia postać odbija się w taflach pięciu oczu. Jego spojrzenie zdaje się przenikać mnie na wskroś. Moje zdolności są niczym i na nic mi się nie zdadzą. Księgi spisane przez mędrców dawnych dni przekazały
Hellsing-The Belladonna: Chapter 7Hellsing-The Belladonna: Chapter 71 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When Alexia came to, two things she noticed. First, it was now morning, the sun's rays peaking through the curtains, and second, she was in her hotel room in bed. Then she noticed that the clothes she was wearing were the exact same things that she wore last night, apart from her belt, either meant that she was carried into her room last night or that she went to her room without changing. However she couldn't remember a thing after what happened when she chased and then lost the 'vampire' guy from the museum last night.
As she sat up, she began to fell light-headed and achy all over her body. Slowly she looked on the floor and saw her belt lying on the floor beside her bed. It was then that she realized that her grandfather's sword wasn't in its holder any more.
"Crap! Out of all the things to loose, I ended up loosing grandpa's favourite sword!" she cried out in exasperation, obviously upset.
Then she noticed at the corner of her eyes the silver cross necklace that she had
Hellsing-The Belladonna: Chapter 5Hellsing-The Belladonna: Chapter 51 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So....why do we have to go through with this again?" Benny asked while fumbling with a black tie round his neck that he was forced into by Sydney, along with a black suit that made him look like a member of the 'Men in Black'.
It was now six-thirty in the evening and they were all getting dressed up for tonight's Opening Ceremony that was taking place down at the British Museum. While some were excited to go, a few of them were not.
"Cause I've been invited and they will be expecting all the fencers there, INCLUDING the winner which just happens to be me. Not to mention that I promised Sir Integra that I would be there to discuss more about the business deals," Alexia explained while going through a few outfits. Despite her preference in trouser-type outfits, Nichole insisted that she wore a dress and if she didn't, she would force her to go to a beautician place and give her the full make-up treatment. Something that Alexia REALLY despised.
"That still doesn't explain as to
The dayThe day2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Me and you
We are just two
We will have fun
untill the day is done
As just one
we'll sleep a ton
But we will never be done
See cus the day is never done
Nameless DragonOnce upon a time there was a dragon without a name. He did not need a name, since he never met anyone to tell his name to. The dragon did not want a name, and did not want to meet others. All he wanted to do was to fly. Flying was everything to him. As long as there is a sky he can fly in, nothing else matters. All day long, he flies and flies, he even eats while flying. I am sure he has flied around the planet several times already. Under his wings there have been battles fought, people have died right before his eyes, screaming for help, but he does not care. He is flying, so why should he care? He does not get bothered by the loud bangs and booms. Over the clouds, he flies, under the sun, or the stars, he flies. If his body gets to hot while flying over the clouds, without any shadow or cloud to shield the sun, he flies down, straight down, until he finally flies under the water. The fishes get pushed away from his large body before they even get the chance to react, andNameless Dragon3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Spellbound chapter 2Spellbound chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Unlike most of the other schools in this country, Oshiro Senior High School isn't all in one building. Normally I like to walk from class to class outdoors, but on days like this it's not preferable. It takes me about half an hour to reach the school, and once it's in sight I start to half-jog towards the small path leading off from the sidewalk that will take me to C Block, where I have my form class. As I'm approaching I see Miss Tyler, my form class and geography teacher, is about to leave the block. I hurry forward before she can close the door and lock me out.
"Miss Tyler!" I shout as I reach the shade sails. I put down my umbrella and look up to see her smiling at me. "Good morning, Rami. Come on in, then." I grin and make my way around the curved pole on the right of the doorway and walk through the foyer to go into the classroom. I feel relief as the warmth in the air brushes my cheeks and sneaks its way down my neck. I drop my umbrella by the door as I enter C4 and