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
One of these Knights - 1One of These KnightsOne of these Knights - 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We are getting close, my brother, I can feel it. She let her horse run free three days ago and she cannot hope to outpace us on foot. She needs rest and food and we do not."
The voice, drifting up through the canopy of tree branches, woke me from my light sleep. It was a human voice; or rather it had been a human voice once upon a time. Now it was grey and cold and flat. I suppressed a shudder, willing my muscles into stillness where I lay stretched upon a bough above the trail. Not for the first time I wished I had paid more attention when Brother William tried to teach us about the undead of the Scourge and how to fight them. The intelligence about not needing to rest was unwelcome.
"Well then, what do you intend once we have found her?" This voice was lighter, but no less cold. "We have pursued her for nigh on to two weeks. Shal
Chapter 1: Appearances Part I of IIOrgrimmar was hot. Well, it was always rather warm, even in the winter. Something about this day, however, was especially stifling. Perhaps it was this assignment to track down and investigate a pair who had supposedly been practicing an outlawed sort of voodoo. Apparently it involved using blood. Every source, however, had been an Alliance corpse. Koshei could see nothing objectionable about this. A dead Ally was lucky it wasn't torn apart by wild boars. What did they care what the bodies were used for?Chapter 1: Appearances Part I of II3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The 'mission,' however, was not the largest thorn in the elf's side. Slowly, Koshei glanced over at the paladin standing next to him. Leander.
"Looks like they finally split up. She's heading down the drag probably towards the Valley of Wisdom," Leander observed, shielding his eyes with a hand. "Unless you'd rather go after that monster of a troll."
The paladin grinned, elbowing him in the side. Koshei struggled to keep from rolling his eyes. Leander was his superior by tw
One of these Knights - 5In Fortune's HandOne of these Knights - 54 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I screamed as the dragon's claws enfolded me. Its hands were nearly as long as I was tall, each scaled finger ending in a wicked talon. The scales on its body shone red-gold even though the sun had set behind the forest canopy. Blasts of wind swept over us as the dragon backwinged to a soft landing.
Thassarian raised his sword, eyes burning the same color as the flames wreathing his blade. "She has been claimed by the Lich King. Surrender her to us," he growled.
The dragon rumbled like distant thunder. It moved its hands, shifting them and me away from the death knight. From my position near its shoulders, I could see its arched neck. It rumbled again. It's laughing?
"Tell young Master Arthas patience is a virtue." It spoke Common with precision.
It gripped me with odd gentleness and plucked me from the ground, peeri
One of these Knights - 4On We GoOne of these Knights - 44 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What has happened?" Thassarian found his voice echoed oddly into the gloom of the chamber in which he lay.
"We seem to have fallen into a cavern far below the reach of the dragon, or else you and I would not be speaking now." Koltira's dry voice came from somewhere above his head. A moment later, the elf moved into his field of vision, looking somewhat the worse for wear. Much of his armor was missing and his upper torso and arms were bandaged. Another dressing around his head gave him a piratical air. He eyed Thassarian quizzically. "Are you well?"
"Well enough, considering." He checked his right arm. "It was clever of you to make a splint of my sword. My arm is nearly mended and the bones feel straight."
Koltira shook his head. "That was not me, my brother. I awoke just a minute ago to find myself covered in bandages. &
12 Days of CataclysmOn the first day of Cataclysm, Blizzard sent to me12 Days of Cataclysm3 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
One of these Knights - 2Chapter 2 - Rock 'n RollOne of these Knights - 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The land was rugged and harsh, offering little in the way of water or shade to the inexperienced traveler. Fortunately, my mother the worthy huntress, had trained me to look for the signs that indicated hidden pools in the mountain crags and how to hunt and prepare the dangerous desert creatures for food. I snatched rest when I could, walking on barren rock in hopes of concealing my trail, and traveling by night to hide any betraying dust clouds from my feet. The frosty charger I had "borrowed" from Koltira had carried me an entire day, only vanishing once I dismounted to drink and eat. Now I travelled on foot, settling myself into a long hunter's lope to cover as much ground as possible. This was a cruel and nearly-barren country, a fit place for the dragonkin and other wild creatures that lived here. Fire elementals stalked the deeper fissures in the earth, so I kept to the higher places
One of these Knights - 3Candle in the RainOne of these Knights - 34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pain, persistent as dragon claws, dragged me into wakefulness. Nausea struck instantly as I opened my eyes. I slammed my eyes shut, but the nausea did not stop. Fighting back a groan I offered up a quick prayer for self-healing to the Light. The response was mercifully swift; the nausea abated and my initial agony subsided a little. Once again I tried to open my eyes. This time they stayed open long enough to note that the chamber in which I lay was suffused with a pale blue-green luminescence. I blinked into the soft gloom, picking out the details. Some of the glow came from mushrooms growing along the edges of the stone walls and some from blue-green lichens. The chamber was pleasantly cool and I did not see any red glow that might indicate a magma chamber. That was a relief as I was quite sure the black dragon could have easily used it as a road to searc
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.
One of these Knights - 6Mystery GameOne of these Knights - 64 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Worthy Athridas, what do you think?"
"Difficult to say, my friend. I have never seen injuries of this nature before. They feel of anti-life, rather than the normal poisons of the world."
Who is speaking? Everything is blue-misty and I feel like I'm floating. I don't seem to be able to control my movement or speak. How annoying.
"I know the healing skills of your people, which is why I asked Shirec' to bring her straightaway to this place. What you sense is the power of the Scourge and the plague of undeath."
"What we are doing should help, noble Arpen', but I am not at all sure we can effect a cure. Malign power lives in those wounds."
"Would it be of any use to remove her arm entirely?"
Ohh, I don't like the sound of that.
"Do not mutilate your friend the time where that could have helped is long past."
"I will meditate here
Collector's ItemHe had once been a promising member of the black dragonflight. They said he was destined for greatness, that even the great Deathwing would be impressed by his talents. He had helped to raze cities to the ground, had assisted in the deaths of near thousands, and what was he reduced to?Collector's Item3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A mount. Nothing more than some vanity item for some idiotic human mage. She had screeched when she had recieved him, unknowingly taking away his life and his ambitions. As soon as they had fastened the saddle on his back and the reigns on his maw, he knew that his once-admirerers would be howling with laughter at his plight. It wasn't made any better by the fact that the saddle hurt when they put it on, causing him to let out a low groan of pain. The humans had laughed at him, of course - black dragons were never any mortal's favorite, and to put one through such agony was like giving a child candy.
"Oh!" Her face had literally lit up when she saw him bound with leather reigns and leashes,
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
The Last Stand_Part 4The Last Stand_Part 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Title: The last Stand: Part Four - Reminders of the Past
Summery: Faced with a fate worse then death one Blood Elf is determined to face his end with dignity, but what twists does fate have in store for him?
* Important Notes: For additional notes see the first chapter.
Bleh writer's block! Has it really been over a year since I updated this?! My god...where does the time go?!
The events detailed in this fic are based around in game RP between my main Jaideng Dawnspark and other players during the WOTLK prelaunch and Death Knight introduction.
This chapter introduces Niakel Brimstalk who belongs to my favorite RP partner on WoW and who I use with full permission here.
The sun rode just above the horizon, turning the sky into ribbons of fire. The light skipped across the surface of the bay's clear blue green depths, leaving trails of glittering diamonds as it went.
The old blood elf smiled as he watched the sun sink lower. Nothing would ever matc
Oh Sweet MalygosOh Spellweaver, where have you gone?Oh Sweet Malygos4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Still so bitter over being a pawn?
You know they are orphans to subdue,
Who was there to steer them true?
Why this war oh so raging?
Did you know what he was staging?
In the light of the morrow,
Just a cry of her sorrow.
Not like you knew, just as they,
Only the Timeless without say.
The risks you take with this war,
Choices you'll regret evermore.
And here they come,
The beat of their war-drum.
Oh why did you ever think?
That they would fall for such a hoodwink?
O' bittersweet bliss,
Truly the ignorance was amiss.
The Spellweaver fought in vain,
Did they not know his pain?
For in the end he lost in his fall,
When he finally did lose it all.
Yet did they not help his fate?
Why else did they kill his mate?
Oh sweet Saragosa, you fell in vain,
Oh lost Keristrasza, did you not fight in pain?
And though the Nexus War is done,
The coming storm is ever woken.
Mistake in the MakingThe pride he felt was overwhelming, clouding out even the concern, concern that might have been better-founded than the hubris he displayed. But the white griffin was surely a gift worthy of her, perhaps even worthy of her praise, that tenuous thing so difficult to earn. He felt his lips give way to a small, rare smile as he considered what their princess may look like when presented with the great, proud beast.Mistake in the Making3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As if on cue with his thoughts, the griffin let out a cry that echoed through the balmy night, the call wavering, long, and low-pitched, almost mournful. Had he been a man of a less stern heart he might have sympathized with it they had, after all, taken the creature from the home it had made. But he was not that soft-hearted, and it had been such a beautiful creature, exotic for its rarity, that he could not deny himself the honor of capturing it, no more than he could deny himself the pleasure of presenting it to the princess.
Every time they rested on the journey he f
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
Mias and Elle - Chapter 1He had been watching her for some time, confident that he was well hidden from view to avoid any unexpected surprises for his guest. Found entirely by accident, her presence now had a purpose. His lips curled into a smile in the darkness, intently observing her every moment as she tossed in her sleep.Mias and Elle - Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He blinked several times as she made a soft sound and her eyes slowly opened. She perplexed him. There was nothing extraordinary about her; just an ordinary girl. Yet, when he looked at her, there was something terribly captivating about her. Ordinary, but not of his world, which seemed a perfectly good enough reason for a man of his power to take her. But he had no need to explain himself; he did not need to justify his actions to himself or anyone. He wanted her; it was as simple as that. And he would have her.
Suddenly, the balcony doors flung open and the sunlight came cascading down around her. Her hair fluttered lightly with the breeze that rushed in, and the way that her skin
Trust Him? (Loki X Reader) Part TwoTrust Him? (Loki X Reader) Part Two2 months ago in Drama More Like This
From the moment you met Loki in that cell you knew something was different. He wasn't himself. Behind you was the control panel. Fury gave direct orders to not let Loki out. No matter what scheme he tried pulling. Pressing the code in, the glass doors hissed as they open, releasing the God from his prison.
Turning around, Loki was mere feet behind you. “Thank you, (y/n).” Looking at him once more. He seemed – different. More innocent. As if something was trying to break free. “Loki, what's going on?”
“I need you to let me get a head start. I promise you I wont let anything happen to you-”
“Loki-” Reaching out, Loki hands brushed through your hair.
“I let myself trust you. I am putting my trust in you. I haven't done this for anyone – ever. They will try to kill me. Hurt me. I cannot allow them to do this. I have to do what I am asked. Otherwise I shall be killed-”
On -Owl-On -Owl-3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Night-eyes are watching me,
candles in the dark,
a refractory guardian on guileless wings.
Is that the click of pearls I hear,
or enameled talons, a hungry beak?
When she primps and preens,
I sometimes find
in her hair,
sleek pinions under her dress.
Good morning, twilight lady.
The Lament of the DeadThe Lament of the Dead6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Lament of the Dead
The yards are empty, towers torn
No one here left to see and mourn
The bells still in the tower sing
The plaintive toll that which they ring
Petals untouched lay on the ground
Always seen but never found
The throne is barren, crown is lost
Bloodied, sullied, this was the cost
Betrayed, with aid, by harrowed prince
Son of the king that had long since
Kept kingdoms safe from armies vast
Brought to an end by death amassed
Never again shall light here glow
Never again will people know
The glory that was, but now is gone
The once great city, Lordaeron
The Contortionist TeacherContortion has developed through many milestones in recent years the once circus-focused physical art has grown into a more widespread art platform, appearing in more popular venues such as the theatre and television, with the select few even going so far as to entertain some peoples' sexual fantasies with fetish photography.The Contortionist Teacher3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
However, contortion is more than just art to those involved it is a way of life. It spices up everyday life, from watching television while in the splits to sleeping with one's own legs wrapped around their head, and also helps with general health in wellbeing. With contortion bringing in money as well, it can be one of surprisingly few ways to have a sustainable life from something one just does all day.
Yet while contortion is so beneficial if one just maintains their flexibility and their lifestyle, there are some contortionists that want to achieve more. They train everyday to increase their flexibility above and beyond what was imaginable, and e
Hospital Collection: A FishA Fish Without Lungs.Hospital Collection: A Fish5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
The oxygen mask
steps over my mouth
like soft frog's feet
and breathes into my lips
sticky with blood.
And I cough up pale white pills
like tiny frog's eggs
sticky and ripe in the dark.
The air tastes heavy
and vapour drops.
The Story of How Mias met Elle Chp. 1There she was, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, sitting under a tree reading a thick book, her little messenger bag lay crumpled at her side, a few of the contents spilling out onto the grass. It was mostly pens and highlighters, but also another strange object he had never seen in his world peeked out at him, it was shiny and rectangular shaped.The Story of How Mias met Elle Chp. 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"That's it," he said. "I really think she is the one, I will make her my wife."
"That's what you say about all of the girls, and then you have your fling, and they end up getting dumped back into this putrid, mortal world," replied a miniature silver dragon who was perched on Mias' shoulder, wheezing on the fumes of Earth pollution.
"Shut up," Mias snapped, and the dragon nipped at his ear causing him to flinch. "Humph."
The two quarrelled in silence, while Elle shut her book and gathered up the contents of her messenger bag, before getting up and heading back towards the massive building that made up her university. Mias watched aft