The Darkfallen and Sanlayn guideThe Darkfallen and Sanlayn guide4 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 typical 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, Orcish, Common.
The Darkfallen are the elite, immortal soldier
King, Hero, VillainWinds howl and wolves prowl;King, Hero, Villain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The night is as black as human soul.
Hags cackle and fires crackle,
Yet their jokes are scarce droll.
Hero fights and King knights;
Hero knows what he has to do.
Lady screams and Witch dreams
Of a world according to her view.
Sidekick yelps and Hero helps;
Yet Sidekick dies a pointless death.
Hero mourns and the moon warns
That the Witch's lungs still draw breath.
Witch taunts and Lady flaunts
That Hero is on his way.
Hero rides but Witch does not hide;
She eagerly awaits the fray.
King waits and Queen hates;
Hero and Lady are too long missing.
Hero nears and the night-sky clears,
Falling stars ready for Hero's wishing.
Hero arrives as the sun strives;
He has been riding twelve moons long.
Sword is drawn with the morning dawn
And Hero is ready to show he is strong.
Witch dodges and bloody splodges
Assault Lady's skin.
A spell to kill and a blade to thrill,
Witch and Hero willing to win.
"Why fight, oh knight?"
Witch snarls with a smile,
"To King you mean no
Mord-SithI stand tall, though they beat me.Mord-Sith11 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I don't cry out, though I bleed.
I stare, though my eyes scream to close.
I am strong.
I am rewarded in my silence with fresh pain.
I look down, seeing pallid flesh streaked with red.
It is nothing I have not endured before.
I am above this.
I am strong, I show nothing to them.
My head rests against the wall, savouring the sensation of crisp air on fresh nerves,
Feeling the desperate want to destroy and not having the power to.
I can break these chains.
I will kill them all for what they've done.
I see their sick grins, like children torturing a kitten.
Little do they know how hard this kitten can bite back.
My body screams as I tense my muscles.
The buckles on the wall are already loose.
In a cloud of dust and mortar,
I am free.
My bloodstained footprints reach the pile of red leather on the floor.
As I put it on and reach for my weapon, I smile with malice at the fading grins and cringes of fear.
I am Mord-Sith. They will not escape.
Prayer Time"And tank ya for her hair. Tank ya for how it smell and how it feel in my hand. Tank ya for her..."Prayer Time4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Larizu?" Tish called from somewhere not-too distant.
The troll ignored her automatically, as he continued his prayer.
"... voice. Da one she be usin' only sometimes. Not da screech-voice. Da odder one. Tank ya for..."
"LARIZU?!" The elf's voice rose in pitch, the name drawn out. She was gonna start doin' da tree-names ting: LA-RIIII-ZOOOOoOOoo, Loa help him. This, he registered without consciously taking any notice. Tish called his name all damned day, and most of the time just to answer. "just checking" or "nevermind" or "I found this shell". Loa, she had so many damned shells.
"... her tiny hands." Larizu smiled slightly before his expression melted back to its more-accustomed, constipated look. He removed his wire-framed spectacles and rubbed at his right eye, which was actually made of glass and was chronically dry. His fist ground at the closed lid before he lowered it and replaced
BackyardAn empty birdcage by the stairsBackyard9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A pagoda that we never use
A bicycle for which no one cares
Falling apart from much abuse
A swimming pool
Like an emerald lagoon
With floating dead things;
A glittering jewel
There is a miniature cemetery:
Two black cats and a canary
I would like to go and bury
Myself in there one day
There was a bush full of mulberries
A tree with apples, olives, and
I think once, cherries
We had pumpkins growing on vines
Everything was fine.
I would go out there everyday
I would go out there just to play
Hide and Seek, and watch clouds roll
A fair-haired little doll.
I could sit and I could read
I could smile and I could breathe
Now it lives in the back of my mind
A room I cannot find.
Guide to graven ones.Guide to graven ones.4 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.
The Goldfish Prince He proposed to me Kin he proposed to me a young woman paced back on forth on the wooden floor, only stopping once to look in on the little goldfish to whom she was directing her speech.The Goldfish Prince7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
And what is worse is that even though I told him that I needed a lot of time to think it over the first time he asked, he just wont leave it alone. He knows that this is a big decision for me, especially when I have such a bright future, such huge opportunity to be what I want . She sighed looking at what normally was an apathetic fish swimming around in a bowl, but tonight something seemed different. Two big eyes were focused directly on her.
What I like the least I suppose she sighed, kneeling next to the end table and leaning close to the glass, looking in sadly, Is that he wants to take all these opportunities away. He wants me to give up being a singer, he wants me to give up all the business and fame he even
TiredI'm tired.Tired9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tired of feeling lost, afraid, misunderstood.
Tired of wondering if I'm letting someone down by the choices I've made.
Tired of getting my feelings hurt, my ego bruised, my heart broken.
Tired of showing these varmin called emotions.
Tired of being me, of being weak.
Tired of trying to be this person I cannot see.
Tired of all the pain, all the struggle I've put upon myself.
Tired of not being the person I was.
Tired of hiding, hoping, and healing.
Tired of listening, learning...letting.
I'm tired...I'm tired.
Hush Little MurlocHush, little murloc, don't rwlrwl a word,Hush Little Murloc3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Aranya's gonna catch you a kaliri bird.
If that kailri bird won't sing,
Aranya's gonna craft you a diamond focus ring.
If that diamond focus ring won't shine,
Aranya's gonna win you a Brewfest Stein.
If that Brewfest Stein gets cracked,
Aranya's gonna buy you a foam sword rack.
If those foam swords explode in confetti,
Aranya's gonna buy you a mechanical yeti.
If that mechanical yeti breaks down,
Aranya's gonna sew you a black embersilk gown.
If that pretty gown wears out,
Aranya's gonna brew you some Shimmer Stout.
If your mug's no longer full,
Aranya's gonna take you on a zeppelin to Grom'gol.
If that zeppelin ride's no fun,
Aranya's gonna buy you a silver-plated shotgun.
If that shotgun starts to rust,
Aranya's gonna gather you some arcane dust.
If enchantments with that dust won't take,
Aranya's gonna bake you a delicious chocolate cake.
If that chocolate cake gets spoiled,
Aranya's gonna pick you a bunch of dreamfoil.
If those nice
Through the Dark PortalThrough the Dark Portal7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kheris stood finally face to face with the Dark portal she had heard so much about. During her time spent in major cities she had overheard tales and stories from travelers that had gone through the portal to help the ranks trying to protect the world of Azeroth from the same demonic Legion that was taking over Outland and lived to tell about it. Some stories she had heard drifting from tavern doors while others she heard discussed in shops throughout the towns. She had heard horrible stories of Vashj and her ranks taking charge of the Coilfang Reservoir, what ever that was. She had also heard stories of the great Illidan Stormrage, brother to Malfurion Stormrage. She couldn't believe how misunderstood he had become....
As all these thoughts drifted through her mind, she came back to face the reality that she stood in front of the Dark Portal itself and it was now her turn to fight against the ranks of the burning l
KickedJames shifted nervously from foot to foot as he and his small band of adventurers stood before the subterranean entrance to the stockades of Stormwind. He tugged at the high collar of his leather jerkin and checked his quiver for the hundredth time. His pet, a trained-for-combat wolf named Wit, whined uneasily in response to the cries of the prisoners below... The rioting prisoners.Kicked4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One of the night elves, a self-proclaimed priestess of the Light, tapped her staff restlessly against the cool stone wall. "If she doesn't return in five minutes, I'm leaving."
The other night elf was also a female, but a warrior (or so she insisted... How a warrior could survive in a metal bikini, let alone FIND one for purchase, was beyond James's comprehension). She turned to her friend, arms crossed and chin lifted. "I need the gloves."
Indeed, while the warrior's bikini was at least chain mail, she wore poorly-fitted leather gloves that were dyed in a shockingly bright green hue. They creake
Magpie On The GallowsMagpie On The Gallows1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Written by: CliveBarker
Magpie on the Gallows
High above my head,
Tell me truly, maggot–pie,
Is my lover dead?
When he went away to war,
To me eternal love he swore
Tell me truly, bird of gloom,
Where his bed and what his doom?
From the gallows hear the magpie screech:
From now on your lover’s out of reach.
In a bed of mud he died
Soldiers slept at either side,
He has never been faithless dear,
And never will be now, I fear.
Magpie on the Gallows
Feathered white and black,
My brother went a–hunting
Will he not come back?
He was tall and he was strong,
Face was fair and limb was long.
Tell me truly, maggot–pie,
Did he live or did he die?
From the gallows hear the magpie scream
Now your brother is left alone to dream.
There’s no need for you to fret
He’s still fair to look at yet,
He lay in the snow to doze,
And while he slept the poor lad froze.
Magpie on the gallows
Where the death–rope creaks,
Why is it th
Skull Preservation TutorialSkull Preservation Tutorial6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I've been asked multiple times how I go about cleaning and preserving the skulls that I find so I've decided to put together a sort of FAQ/how-to regarding this subject. Please keep in mind that there is more than one "right" way to achieve things in the realm of taxidermy. This is just the way I do my skulls/bones.
You will need:
Plastic bag for picking up your treasure
A good sized flower pot
An ant hill (if possible)
Disposable plastic gloves
Nice sized metal pot kept solely for boiling skulls/bones
Plastic container for soaking the skull/bones in
Hydrogen peroxide 3%-7%
Small pokey thing for helping remove brain bits and other yuck
Super glue, tacky glue, or Elmer's glue for putting the teeth back in
Hokay. While out hiking, I've come across many different skulls/bones of animals in various stages of decomposition. The best ones are when nature has already done most of the work for you and it's already pretty clean. One of the drawbacks of finding them like this tho
For The Poet[Personally I think it's my best poem ever. Enjoy!]For The Poet5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For a poet,
The beauty of the rainbow lies not in its colors,
For a poet,
Its beauty lies in the invisible dance between the breeze and light,
Which forms its shape and gives birth to its hues in misty sights.
For a poet,
The city is a jungle of wild, tall structures,
Beasts among smaller suburb rodents,
City windows: the butterflies upon a building's bark,
At night, dancing fireflies light the prairie roads.
A poet sees not the sun and moon,
But the sky's irises;
One golden, the other a silvery hue.
The ocean, for the poet, is not merely water,
But a mirror map for the sky,
Upon which it tracks its flying birds and cotton clouds.
For a poet,
The pen is not a writing utensil, nor is paper just a sheet,
He respects his companions,
Pen, Pencil and ink, inanimate to them, full of life to him,
For they create weaving art upon a fragile parchment map;
Treasures, the meaning of its contents,
Golden, the passion of its thoughts.
For a poet,
You Do Not Know MeYou dont know me. You dont know a thing about me, and yet you presume to judge me?You Do Not Know Me7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I think not.
I hear you whispering my name in the darkness. Death Knight, you say. Tis true, youll not hear a denial from me. I am a force of death and destruction, born for the sole purpose of bringing the mortal world to its knees. You are correct when you say that my powers were granted to me so that I could destroy you in half a heartbeat.
But you do NOT know me.
You dont know that I was once one of you, a hero of the Horde, a child of the Alliance, who fought terribly against the Burning Legions encroachment on our freedoms, fought bravely against the Scourge in their Plaguelands strongholds. You may have fought at my side once or twice during the long years of war that Azeroth has been steeped in.
And still you do not know me. Because until you understand betrayal, you will never know me
Chapter 2: Bridge: Part II of IIAside from the occasional gust of wind or distant howl of wildlife, the desert was more-or-less quiet. So of course the sounds of gourds and glass accompanied by a steady, ominous rattle was something that drew the attention of all three men. They didn't see him at first, but his visage soon because clear as it was surrounded by writhing, glowing spirits. The rhythm was eerie, and initially they weren't sure if they were staring at a real man, or a ghost. But then, ghosts didn't drink potions or talk. The troll's voice seemed to snap them out of their stupor, and the trio snatched up their weapons with a battle cry to rush out and 'meet' the newcomer. The hot dagger was left forgotten on the sand at the mage's feet.Chapter 2: Bridge: Part II of II4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Koshei, meanwhile, couldn't help but stare as well. He wasn't a stranger to witch doctors or their way of doing spells, but he had never seen blood magic before. It was really quite fascinating. To those that knew him, the mage's curiosity was nothing new. He liked t
Chapter 1: Appearances Part II of II"So you admit he's back to-" Leander started, but it was Koshei's turn to shoot him a look. The paladin quieted back down, though he did so rather unhappily. He wondered if the mage was ever going to get past the 'introductions' and ask her any real questions. This was a colossal waste of time.Chapter 1: Appearances Part II of II4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"There is a belief that he is connected with the disappearance of specific corpses and prisoners. Possibly for the use of blood magic."
Koshei was careful to stress the word 'belief,' trying to get across to her that they didn't have any actual proof and it was only speculation. Hopefully she would continue to firmly deny the accusations. Honestly, Koshei didn't even care if they were true or not. It was their own business.
"Would you be willing to clear up any of these incidents?"
"Yes, he's back to his voodoo practice," Yarifeth snapped back. There was no secret in that. They had been performing services openly as of late. The accepted ones, at least. "Is that illegal? Shall we go over to the
night timeTerrified by the nightmares promised to walk my mind.night time7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The darkness comes, i close my eyes and this is what i find.
I wake from these phantoms my eyes filled with tears.
Locked away past memories the worst of my fears.
Im all alone, theres no one here.
No one to calm me and hold me near.
I lay alone shaking, to scared to sleep.
I fear the memories that go to deep.
Terrible moments relived at night.
Death and pain a horrifying sight.
I will never escape them, or so it seems.
Only time will stop these dreams.
But not for long.
The Origin Of WildkinThe Origin Of Wildkin4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In the beginning, there were four Wildkin. Laroo, Moroo, Curly, and Kooroo. "Rooroo ooroo roroo kookoo" said Elune, which translates to: "Each of you are charged with protecting my top secret, top sacred things." The four nodded in unison. Then Elune nodded. Then the four nodded. "You can stop nodding now" said Elune.
And so the four Wildkin were given their own Wildkin to govern as they guarded the top secret/sacred places. Laroo lead the red team. Moroo lead the yellow team. Curly led the blue team, and Kooroo lead the green team. They wore colored flags so that nobody would be confused.
Before she went back to work, Elune stopped at the door of eternity and said "Know this, Wildkin, Owlkin, mighty Moonkin... You must not put bras in the dryer. They warp." And Moroo burst into flames, so there were only three. "Also," said Elune, "You each get one wish, as payment for standing around until probably eternity. Also you get some magic powers or whatever."
Laroo wished for see
Ch 4: AcceptanceThis one is only one part! Also, it's safe for work and mostly just full of derps. -JisukCh 4: Acceptance4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's slightly plot significant, but mostly it's just us fooling around and relaxing with a "slice of life" type of RP session So I dunno, it may bore you, it may not! -Yapi
Meiles leaned on Jin'thekk's door frame, smoking his thin, long handled pipe as he stared at his son who was working on his crafting at a highly accelerated speed. He knew what it meant the boy was working through an emotion.
"So wat ye cryin' about now?" the older troll asked, taking a puff.
"Get yer ugly face off me doorway, old man," came the reply. "Ye be blockin' me sun."
Meiles snorted and walked away to smoke on his side of the porch. It was as much fathering as he knew to do.
Jin'thekk whittled away the the grimacing idol that stood at half his size. He paused for a moment, and saw those angry eyes looking straight at him. Immediately he remembered the stern look his