The Darkfallen and Sanlayn guideThe Darkfallen and Sanlayn guide3 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 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, Common.
The Darkfallen are the elite, immortal soldiers of the Scourge
King, Hero, VillainWinds howl and wolves prowl;King, Hero, Villain1 year 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
An Interview with Lady VashjSunedran, top journalist of the Kalimdor Times, had been trying for years to get an interview with Queen Azshara. It had all been to no avail. It seemed that the Daughter of a Thousand Moons thought talking to journalists was beneath her. The offer of an interview with Lady Vashj, one of the queen's chief highborne ladies-in-waiting and close confident was definitely the next best thing.An Interview with Lady Vashj3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The night elves worshiped and adored their queen. To them she was the very model of perfection, beautiful, wise and benevolent. Sunedran had seen Azshara from a distance and could only admire her magnificence. A major part of him wanted to be carried away by the tide of adoration, yet somehow it didn't quite ring true. The common view of Azshara as the perfect queen simply did not sit with his journalistic instinct. Deep down, he knew that if you dug hard enough, you could always find a scandal. Perhaps Vashj could help him to find the real Azshara.
For the interview, Sunedran wore a plain dark blue ro
Mord-SithI stand tall, though they beat me.Mord-Sith10 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.
12 Days of CataclysmOn the first day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me12 Days of Cataclysm4 years ago in Humor More Like This
a plain strider in a pear tree.
On the second day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me
two Worgen forms and a plain strider in a pear tree.
On the third day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me
three glitching Dwarves, two Worgen forms, and a plain strider in a pear tree.
On the fourth day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me
four Night elf mohawks, three glitching Dwarves, two Worgen forms, and a plain strider in a pear tree.
On the fifth day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me
five epic loots! four Night Elf mohawks, three glitching Dwarves, two Worgen forms, and a plain strider in a pear tree.
On the sixth day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me
six Schnotzi troopers, five epic loots!, four Night Elf mohawks, three glitching Dwarves, two Worgen forms, and a plain strider in a pear tree.
On the seventh day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me
seven battlegrounds, six Schnotzi troopers, five epic loots!, four Night Elf moh
Guide to graven ones.Guide to graven ones.3 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.
BackyardAn empty birdcage by the stairsBackyard8 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.
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
TiredI'm tired.Tired8 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.
Magpie On The GallowsMagpie On The Gallows6 months 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
Pink.Aellynne had spent the afternoon packing for the trip. Her wardrobe was incredibly miniscule for a Sin'dorei. And of the clothes she owned, the ones she actually wore were even fewer in number. Much of the simple wooden armoire in her room in the barracks was taken up by clothes that were gifts from her sister, that she could never imagine herself wearing in public. One dress in particular was so revealing, just looking at herself in the mirror trying it on had made her blush. She could still not quite understand how wearing something like that could make her feel more naked than actually being nude.Pink.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But, she had a feeling that though Jhur's purpose in making this trip was probably more than his stated reason of 'rowdiness', it wise to bring something besides the usual armor and lighter leather clothing she tended to wear. So she was digging back into drawers beneath the armoire that she had not even looked at for years. Reaching into the recesses of the one on the bottom, her sca
RussiaXReader WWII CallThe time, was Vorld Var IIRussiaXReader WWII Call3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Like OH MAI GAWD! This job here as a radio operator is SO exciting! I was so proud of myself to join the women's work force in order to help my country! Actually, I still am! My breathing was fast as I waited for my first caller with a wide smile upon my face. The girls around me were lounging around in their chairs, flirting with men, and eating lunch but not me! I am going to be the perfect radio operator EVER! My mummy told me that I had to be extra nice to hose who called in, and I AM THE SWEETEST LITTLE ANGEL IN THE ENTIRE WORLD! Tee hee~
Swinging my legs back and forth, I gripped the edges of my chair as a crackling sound came into my headset. Then a male voice, "Is someone there?"
"WELL HI THERE!" Giggling, I adjusted my speaker, "Oh mai gawd you're my first caller! This is so COOLIO!"
"What's your name sir?"
I quickly wrote down his name on a pad of paper with my FIRST business pen. "You are definitely one lucky
2P!EnglandXReader (Pt. 4-5) IntermissionTears stung my eyes when I came home one night. Not one of the nations wanted to celebrate ___'s birthday with me. They never did each year I asked. But just once was all I wanted of them!2P!EnglandXReader (Pt. 4-5) Intermission3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sadly I held up a folded blanket that I made myself and spread it over ___'s sleeping form. "H-happy birthday, ___." My lip quivered as I smiled, "You don't have to say anything, love, I know you like it."
Then the door was kicked open.
I turned to see America holding a big box while grinning like an idiot. His black sunglasses flashed as he neared the bed, "YO! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOTHER FU-" He stopped himself from swearing by holding up the present.
"Dude, this is ___'s birthday!"
"You didn't come before " Gently I stroked ___'s cheek, trying to act as if I wasn't appreciating America's effort to brighten my day. Hiding my happiness was difficult though.
"Well I have a date night with Canada on this day. It's how we celebrate ___. Even though she isn't awake, or talks, or w
Through the Dark PortalThrough the Dark Portal6 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
EnglandXReader WWII CallThe time, was Vorld Var IIEnglandXReader WWII Call3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This job as a radio operator can bite my ass. I truly wanted to be off in Europe doing more important work than sitting at a desk all day with a whole bunch of other women. In a cramped room with small fans that did nothing to keep the heat out. Men here had the freedom of showing more skin than us girls, so it was common for someone nearby to faint from the summer temperature. Yet we continued to suffer in this hellhole for the money to support ourselves.
I sighed, someone just had to call me. The one person in this place who was ready to flip some tables over and burn this place to the ground. "What do you want?"
The man cleared his throat, "Miss, I have a very important message for Alfred F. Jones, whom I presume to be your boss."
"Your name, sir?"
"Sorry, he won't be speaking with anyone for a while." Calmly I sat filing my nails as if I was talking on the phone with my mother.
"E-excuse me?! I said this message was
Skull Preservation TutorialSkull Preservation Tutorial5 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
AmericaXReader WWII CallThe time, was Vorld Var II...AmericaXReader WWII Call3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
My job sucked. All the other women had the important job of receiving radio calls while I was stuck as a janitor. Night after night I had to mop the floors, dust the shelves, and pick up stray papers that shouldn't be left out. I always wanted to work at a place such as this in order to make my self-esteem go up. To feel less about sexist people who discriminated me for trying to be employed at all. It was hard to ignore them, after all, cleaning is what women were "meant to do." And here I am, doing exactly what I've always done since childhood.
One of the radios began to crackle beside me, then a voice came out. "Hello? Anybody there?"
I looked around at my surroundings, only to see that I was the only one here except for my boss. He was in his office.
Hesitantly I sat down at the desk and picked up the radio, "Hello?"
"Well heeeeey! I've got a very important question that I just can't figure out! Mind helping me?"
For The Poet[Personally I think it's my best poem ever. Enjoy!]For The Poet4 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,
REQUEST: FranceXReaderCold.REQUEST: FranceXReader3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Carrying an umbrella and travel bags, I walked upon an unknown street in France as a storm rumbled overhead. How convenient to leave the airport and find out the hotel I had a reservation in was "forgotten" and I couldn't get an internet connection to find any good hotels that had vacancy. So here I was, looking for a place to stay on foot wishing I wasn't so unfortunate on today of all days. Then I felt even worse after someone drove by and splashed a giant wave at me and my luggage. Partially drenched with a wind flowing from behind me caused my body to shiver from the freezing temperature it gave. Damn fate.
Suddenly a big gust of wind blew my umbrella out of my grasp. I was astonished at first as I stood there on the sidewalk with my bags, watching my umbrella tumble ahead. By the time I was about to go after it, a man ran past to grab it for me. He grabbed the umbrella before it went out onto the road and walked back with a smile on his face.
"Frog," I grumbled.
Autumn Breeze: NaruHina StoryAutumn Breeze: NaruHina Story4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hinata walked out of her house and quietly closed the door. She took a deep breath and started to walk toward the main part of the Village. She hoped that she wouldn't run into Kiba or somebody like that. Everyone had been asking what happened during the fight with Pein but she didn't want to talk about it. She made a fool of herself, that's what happened. 'I confessed at a very wrong time.', she thought sadly. 'Naruto probably thinks I'm an idiot now.' She suddenly found herself wandering the streets of Konoha. She had no destination, she just needed to walk. She shivered a little as the crisp, autumn wind blew through her hair. She sighed and leaned against one of the wooden fences on the side of the street. She wanted to talk to Naruto so bad but, she knew that he had a lot more on his mind.
It had been six months since she confessed and the war was over. Madara was defeated by Naruto and Sasuke in the first and only battle of the war. Naruto fought to try to save everyone. No one b
PrussiaXReader Pt. 2I shrugged him off; there was no way I would allow him to make himself look like a fool by helping his own servant. A master would never do such a low-level thing unless he wanted to make a scene in front of people. My hands gripped the mop tightly as I tried cleaning up the mess by myself as quickly as possible so I wouldn't be behind in my chores. His condescending presence gave me chills for the dead silence made the moment creepier than it should be. Knowing too well he wasn't leaving, I tried to lift my spirits by thinking about the day old Master Austria took me outside for the first time and led me on a beautiful nature path through the surrounding forest. Yeah I can do this! Master Prussia couldn't bring me down because I was a strong, willing servant.PrussiaXReader Pt. 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Finally I could smile for the first time since I've been in this hellhole. This new attitude was different, and I felt good about myself and my mood improved. Was this pride? Am I taking pride in my job? Absolutely! New
Maid Wars Notes 31: Boudoir of the Beast 08Whenever the average human saw a sentient robot, it was almost always engaged in some manner of charitable activity. It wouldn't be unusual to witness one gliding along a dance floor, beside a giddily grateful septuagenarian who had previously resigned herself to never to walk again.Maid Wars Notes 31: Boudoir of the Beast 082 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It would equally be likely to see one playing catch with a young amputee, who would return the robot's mechanically perfect pitches with a pair of vat-grown replacement limbs. And of course, there was the famed viral video of the one robot who got its manipulator joints caught, when it tried to demonstratively run its appendage through the curly, silken locks of a former male pattern baldness sufferer.
The name the robots provided, upon their introduction to a curious humanity, would translate roughly to the term, "benefactor", but even if it didn't, such a name would have eventually been coined for them, due to the sheer magnitude of their noble work