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, 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
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
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
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.
A guide to creating your characterA guide to creating your character3 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
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.
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.
BolideIf the world ends tomorrow--Bolide3 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.
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
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
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.
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
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
Bard of Rage Prince of HopeThe Bard of Rage,Bard of Rage Prince of Hope4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He's out of his cage,
And nobody know how to stop him.
Trolls are dead,
He's lost his head,
And their future is looking dim.
The Price of Hope,
He's not one to mope,
Over the death he's seen.
He seems a bit lost,
But death was the cost,
For that wand and his wicked means.
because I love youbecause I love you5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was thinking of running away . . . again. He lingered through the empty village seeing two images in his mind at once. One of his brother, Itatchi, slaughtering his parents over and over again. And the other of him killing his brother that he realized he loved all too soon. He stood in the middle of the gate. He loved the village but it brought back too many unwanted memories. It was pure reflex that brought him this far. He was just shivering away from the nightmares but now he started thinking. Really thinking about what he was doing. And he felt stupid. Then, he stopped seeing his brother and family. He saw flashes of the most important things to him, now. He saw his best friend Naruto and his fiance, Hinata. Did he really want to miss their wedding? And Naruto still hadn't been officially sworn in to be Hokage yet. What about that? He promised he would be there for him. And then there was Ino and Sai who were going to make him the Godfather of one of their kids. And. . .what abo
Summon youI summon stir and call you hereSummon you6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I summon stir and call you here
Like the wind, earth, fire and water
Like the wind, earth, fire and water
I summon like the wind, and call fire here
you earth, stir water
From yon tree, I summon thee
From yon tree, I summon thee
To this cauldron's mystery
To this cauldron's mystery
From mystery this cauldron's yon tree
I summon thee
Do my bidding as I will
Do my bidding as I will
Follow the words of this spell
Follow the words of this spell
Follow my bidding do my will
The words of this spell
Follow this cauldron's mystery, bidding you
from yon tree I summon, do stir and call thee here
as to the wind, water, fire, and earth summon
like the words of this spell
because she's beautiful As I entered through the gates of the Hidden leaf, my home, I felt the happiness wash over me again. I always felt that now. I loved this place as much as I loved my brother, my wife, my kids, my best friend. They all worked together and made this my home, even if they weren't there. I walked through the town and ended up passing by the Yamanka clan home just as the little tykes were playing. "Uncle Sasuke!" "Uncul Thasuke!" shouted Ichiro and Hiroyuki, Ino and Sai's kids and my Godchildren. They hugged me before Ichiro did his usual correcting "I've told you before Hiroyuki, its UNCLE SASUKE!" he said making sure to really pronounce the sylobals. "Dat's what i said, Uncul Thasuke!" the three year old baby boy said. Just then Ino and Sai walked out. "Hello, Sasuke." Said Sai with one of his genuinely fake smiles. I couldn't blame him though. He's still not that great with feelings but he shows all that he's got towards Ino, his nine year old Ichiro, and three year old Hiroybecause she's beautiful5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
to:and i rememberto:3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
standing by the mirror tears
swelling up inside of
me and every breath
was another waste
of space between my
ribcage and my soul
and it's funny, really
how when you lie
to someone, you still
know the truth
and swallow the guilt
in a bowl every single
morning with your
corn-flakes and skim
milk, and in the old
days what i saw in the
was black and white and
wings, you've given
and now i am learning, child
hood again i think they
call this growing
up, learning to
day by day - not day
to day, mind -
to smile in the
in the rain, tense it
up and let it all
away like my
tears and ignore the
scars will stay stuck
on me forever but i
have grown -
i am a woman
laced-up fingernailshello, let's talk about thelaced-up fingernails4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
broken, splatter our slander
over their coats and shoes and
fingers like pine needles and the
dust that is concealed between never-opened
let's not talk because today we
are the broken.
let's not talk about
slitting wrists and running
fingers over bone bleeding
let's not talk about life
coming to an end and the
sahara desert sucking it
out of us but no matter how
many times we rip the
thread there are still two
ends and there is still no
end and we still feel
tears are countless
like the stars
and our people - moses, where
did you go wrong?
i will sculpt you like
hieroglyphs on the rosetta
stone, see whether you can
let's talk about snowflakes,
and winter, and
let's talk about
mouths sewn tight shut.
your sexy legs hanging
over the balcony railing
so carelessly it
on let's talk about
the vodka in our glasses and the
tequila on our
breath stealing it
Question "Kevin, I have a question."Question4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Yeah?" I turned my head toward Jour. She was slightly shorter than me, watching me intently with her blue-gray eyes. "Shoot."
"Do you mind? I mean the way Twi uses you. Because you know she uses you; you aren't stupid."
I mulled over that question for a short while, chewing on the answer before I said it the way I wanted it to sound. "I . . . I do mind. I don't like being used, no one does. But they way it works for this. There feels like it's something completely different. I flatter myself to think that I'm fairly intuitive, but this is bigger than what I might be able to figure out on my own.
"I don't understand the gods; not completely. There are pieces that begin to fit together for me. But I'm still missing a large chunk of the puzzles. And even all the pieces that I do
2011 NaCoWriMo Hemnalg2011 NaCoWriMo Hemnalg4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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