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, Villain11 months 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
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
A guide to creating your characterA guide to creating your character2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Creating your roleplay character with the whys and hows.
I have a certain thought process when creating a character that I follow to the bitter end, and it seems to work well in all situations. So I decided I shall share this with you, the reader, on how I go about making a character. I have told this to people in the past, and they all find it beneficial. This thought process is simple and can make things so much easier. I have my friend to thank in the US Warcraft for saying "Always ask why".
The keywords to creating a character are "Why", "Who", "When", "Where". Four of the five W, as well as "How". With logics included.
If you use these words to everything you think up, and to every answer you create, you can eventually have a flawless background, a flawless character with no unanswered questions, nothing unknown, and it will be lore friendly. But only if you ask "why?", firstly, as the main word, then bring in the rest.
The first step, of course, is to decide race
BolideIf the world ends tomorrow--Bolide2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My dad will sit out in a lawn chair
the freezing Minnesota air,
chainsmoking and smirking.
And you, maybe if you wanted,
we'd stand at the top of the Indian mounds
like we did on the Fourth of July years ago
and watch meteors firework across the sky.
There will be no mini doughnut stand this time,
no children laughing at the bright flashes,
but also no repentance.
If the world ends tomorrow,
you don't need to apologize for anything.
Hearts are fragile things
and it's not like this world
hasn't been struck by a meteor before.
Mord-SithI stand tall, though they beat me.Mord-Sith9 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.
BackyardAn empty birdcage by the stairsBackyard7 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.
LOVE ME DEAD: Chapter 7You awake at 7:10 AM without Sollux laying beside you on the couch. You hear the shower running. He must be taking a shower. You stand up and walk toward the window, opening the blinds. It's still dark out. God, when will the sun decide to get off its lazy ass and do it's job? It's been 2 days now.LOVE ME DEAD: Chapter 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You stand up and walk over to fridge, pulling it open. You look around for- oh. There they are. You swiftly grab a water bottle and pop the cap off and chug it down.
You fucking love water bottles.
The shower comes to a stop, and you hear curtains open, followed by quiet grumbles. The door opens and out walks Sollux in only a towel, wrapped around his waist. The two of you lock eyes for about a minute, before he screams like a girl upon realizing you're standing there, staring at him. He runs back into the bathroom and shuts the door.
"Oh my god." You laugh. You walk over to the bathroom door and knock.
"Dude oh my god I thought you were thtill thleeping I-"
"Do you need clothes or something
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"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
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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.
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Her mother had shown her the way and given her the most honorable protector. Her father had shown her kindness and rejoiced in her return to him. Both loved her, that much was obvious.
Skylar rolled over in the bed. The sheets were tangled between her legs and her pillows were in disarray. A smirk formed on her face as she stared out the window and watched the dark moon. She could certainly get used to the life of a princess. A few spoken words and she could have anything she wanted. What troubled her was the cost she would have to pay for that convenience. How many lives of the ones she loved? Emrick. Her mother. Alegra. Ash.
Was he a loved one? Could he b
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.Kicked2 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
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you may or may not remember me. you taught me religion at my local church, we called it First Holy Communion but i always secretly thought it was brainwashing. you were so passionate about it, you seemed to make it palatable. it is only in later years, seeing what religion is, that i have recanted my faith. but you - when i think of you, i still feel my fingers twitching to bless the Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost. i think of the lace squares that you would give us, your children; your flock, when we learnt a prayer. parrot this, child, and you shall be given pretty, clean edged doilies. white lace, it was rough on our fingertips. religion bought us and we shall have the steady thudding of Our Father in our minds from the rest of our lives. you made it a blessing to believe. the reality is; it is a curse. i hope you can never see that.
i have been thinking about the concept of sin. we are all born with original sin. i hear that purgatory is outdated, now? that's a sham
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Dark clouds loomed over the landscape that the members of Operation: Recolonize had staked as their own. Like many other traits of the planet, knowledge of rain was programmed into EVE's brain, and she knew she had once been in a rain storm while in stasis, but none of that made EVE any more used to that which she was feeling for the first time.
It took EVE about five minutes to figure out why humans mostly headed for cover when storms came. At the very least, they made one feel uncomfortable. She didn't have the same issue with getting wet that her organic comrades had, but rather there was a special issue only she had. The crevice that her head stood above acted as a bowl, and the water that dripped from her head all fell into it and started to build up. It felt so awkward that she's have to shake the water out rather frequently. The storm's complete covering over their patch of the sky only pointed to this annoying routine continuing for the enti
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An interactive Walking Dead experience.
Rated T. Warning: Explicit language.
Pairings: Felix & Marzia, Red & Russ, Minx & Krism. May be hints of slash.
You and 38.9% of the readers chose A:
c) "Why don't we split up into smaller groups, and go to both?" - 33.3%
b) "7-Eleven seems quicker. We need this food, asap." - 25.9%
d) "..." - 1.9%
Chapter 2, B: Live
You've decided to stay away from the city.
After a few agonizing moments, Russ looked up bravely at the eyes that rested upon his decision. "The farm seems safer." His murmured, took a deep breath and pretended the horrible image of a mutilated Red did not pass his thoughts. Then looked over at Cry, who was written with the same expression. "We... don't wanna risk anything. Anymore."
"Seriously?" Ken chuckled, walking slowly over from Minx's side. "These people are starving! We've got enough ammo to last us a lifetime, they'll be nothing against us."
Russ growled at the reminder. "I don't c
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.
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The lake-shore lay under several inches of snow, the lake frozen and covered with a white blanket. Maedhros sat leaning against the trunk of a leafless willow, whose branches vanished into the ice, hung with glittering icicles like glass beads. The sinking sun threw long-fingered shadows across the icy lake and frozen fields, creeping behind the Mountains of Mithrim in the west, in what felt to Maedhros like a constant reminder that no hope would come from that direction.
He was wrapped in a warm cloak against the cold, his right arm in a sling to prevent him from jolting movements. The stump was still tender to the touch, but he knew that, in time, it would heal completely.
The lake lay to his right, the last rays of sunlight turning it into a glittering spectacle trying to catch his eye, but he was not looking at it. His gaze was to the northeast.
There, across the peaks of Ered Wethrin, lay Angband. The day had been grey and cloudy, so he could barely make out the moun
Hush Little MurlocHush, little murloc, don't rwlrwl a word,Hush Little Murloc1 year 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
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 Prince5 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
The Guest MuseDespite the powerful bond that exists between them and their Artist, Muses are poorly-understood creatures, even by the Artists themselves. Most people believe Muses are akin to dryads or other nature spirits, in that if a Muse becomes too far separated from their Artist, they will become severely weak and may even die, if not simply disappear altogether. Many Artists hold this belief, keeping their Muses close by and becoming incredibly anxious if they should ever leave their sight.The Guest Muse2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This belief, however, is both erroneous and unfortunate. Muses, who are creatures of pure creative energy, are not so easily done away with. In fact, it is actually quite beneficial for one to let their Muse have free reign and wander where it wills, as this will only lead to a greater breadth of experience and therefore much richer creativity. In addition, sometimes a Muse and their Artist need some time away from each other. As much as we would wish otherwise, Artists