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
For Xigbar LoversYou groaned as someone pounded on your door. Ever since you moved into The Castle Was Never Was, you made it damn clear that no one(or no nobody) was to disturb you before eleven A.M. unless they have a death wish or a perfectly prepared cup of coffee. You looked at your clock and growled as you realized it was only seven thirty five. The pounding continued for a good five minutes. You went to the door and threw it open.For Xigbar Lovers5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What?! What is so freaking important that you had to wake me at seven thirty?!" Xigbar and Demyx stood there with nothing but swim trunks on and holding surf boards.
"The beach trip we planned? Ya know, the one you wanted so bad you nearly begged the superior to let us go?" Demyx said, looking as if he wanted to run already. You blinked and shut your door. Seconds later, you swung it back open with your swim clothes on.
"Oh ya. I totally didn't forget." You said cheerfully. Swimming always made you happy. As long as you didn't go out too far. Deep open water made you
Hush Little MurlocHush, little murloc, don't rwlrwl a word,Hush Little Murloc2 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
ArrowSomething unexpected happened today.Arrow3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One of my arrows missed.
I knew this day was coming. I am not as young as I once was, and the last few years especially have worn me down. My right shoulder is a chronic source of pain, even when it is not in use. It was only a matter of time before my aim started to suffer. But it has long decades since I missed a stationary target. I did not realize how badly it would shake my confidence.
What good is an archer whose aim is less than true?
I have honed this skill my entire life, and protected my people with it for nearly two centuries now. The Sin'dorei need every bow left to us to hold off those who would destroy us without a thought. Even now, almost half of our last city still lies in ruins.
But, if I lose my aim, I will be worse than useless. I will be a liability.
I have never forgotten how I felt when I was a child. Before the Farstriders, before arrows that never missed. I remember how it felt then, to be without talent, or a way
KnowingI saw him again.Knowing3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He stopped behind me as I was doing my nightly ritual of target practice at the training field in Silvermoon. I could feel his presence before he even spoke. He has a magnetism that I can sense deep within me, just by being near him. I am not entirely sure what to make of that. Thorian was sitting silently next to me, his tail twitching back and forth.
Jhur walked up beside him and scratched Thorian's ear as he spoke. "You're training without armor . are you just bored or trying to work something out of your thoughts?"
I turned, feeling the smile on my face materialize at the sound of his voice. "Oh, a bit of both, perhaps. I am glad to see you. How are you feeling?"
He returned my smile, shrugging. "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
My eyes lowered unbidden to his neck. "Well, that, for one. And I have not seen you for a while. I have been a little worried about you."
"Ah, you remember that? Pity."
I stared at him in amazement. "How could I possibly forget such a thi
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
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"You know, Grim, for us not being the heroes of the horde we are doing an awful lot of crap the heroes should be doing." The forsaken groaned trailing behind the ashen tinted orc and his towering felgaurd demon, as they crest over the small hillside by Darrowmere Lake. Not too many people would willingly travel with a warlock; the taboo that followed them was well warranted. Mostly if that orc was a Dragonmaw orc; Lim didn't know the specifics but the other orc's made it sound like a big deal. However, Grimblood seemed like a good enough fellow. At least he didn't complain about Lim's stench. Though, that might be due to the fact it was hard to smell over the brimstone sent his demon let off.
Grimblood sighed and shook his head. It wasn't that he didn't share his friend's sentiment on the matter; he just didn't see the point in complaining about it.
"Well there is no point is whining about it, is there?" Grimblood voiced looking back at the unde
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
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Gulping down the rest of her milk, Yousha slammed the glass on the round wooden table.
"Finished!" she announced. Giving a big smile at her parents.
Her mother looked up from her plate, knife and fork in hand. She sighed giving a little smile. "Alright little minx, you can go." Tharisa chuckled lightly.
Yousha's eyes lit up with delight, she jumped down from her chair, wiping the remainder milk from her top lip with her arm. She scampered out the front door of their little cottage, shutting the door loudly, before running down the path and cutting through the forest.
Lorin'Das looked up from his book. Blinking at his wife. "She's only seven years old and still I have no idea where she gets her energy from."
Smiling, Tharisa replied. "She just can't get enough of Vekusen and Klyra."
Lorin'Das gave a small chuckle, returning to his book.
Pumping her arms and panting through her mouth, Yousha could see her best friends down by the small river that ran under a large bridge.
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"Are you busy?"
Valeria looked up from her whetstone and smiled. Smiling came easily to her whenever he was near.
"For you? Not at all." She set aside the mundane task of honing her daggers and rose from her seat beside the fire. "What's on your mind?"
"Here, look at this," as though time were of the essence, Alistair's hand thrust out before him. Clutched gently within the metal grip was a single rose; its ruby petals open in glorious bloom. "Do you know what this is?" He asked. Valeria had the feeling this was a set up for a joke; his flurried movements and rushed words hinting that she had to respond for the game to continue.
"A rather odd choice of weaponry for you, don't you think?" She struck first, unwilling to lose this battle of wits without putting up at least a weak struggle. Alistair smiled at her jest.
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The man was chattering Valeria's ear off about a lost sandwich at the other stall. She took it in stride, of course. The poor fellow was Lyrium-touched. He could not help what he had become and it could have been worse. She listened to him describe the vile concoction patiently and then asked him to show her the magnificent dagger that had bedazzled her thoughts since she had first noticed it weeks ago. After first spying the enchanted weapon, she had counted out the coins in her purse once and then again, making certain there would be enough to buy the dagger and still leave money for purchasing armor or weapons for the others. To compensate the cost she had been venturing into the deep roads for plundered goods before at last selling her spare daggers and an expensive ruby pendant she had not donned since receiving her Warden's Oath. The loss of the bauble had Morrigan 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
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For the interview, Sunedran wore a plain dark blue ro
Chapter X - A day in StormwindIn the last chapter...the three adventurers entered the dark Jasperlode mine, to investigate the disappearance of a group of miners from Goldshire. It was not easy to get there...they had cross the crystal lake with a lot of murlocs, the Defias were being followed. The undead mage Nodarel, caused problems with his frostbolt, freezing the boat and make them out. Once inside the mine, the answer was...the miners are seeking the bottom chest. But Nailock active a Defias trap, leaving them tied. Nodarel is presented to them along with the high-elf. Abandoned to their fate, they will face the terrible spider: Motherfang. The fight lasted a long time, until it reaches Alexandros to help in good time...but that not enough. About to deliver the coup of grace, one who did not want to show, throw a arrows that incapacitated the spider and Gabriel finished with his sword. Once out and about to go worse with poison, Gabriel is mysteriously cured and Alexandros joins the group.Chapter X - A day in Stormwind3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Now, the four return
A Warrior's Balance 1They had met here as determined in the letter. A rather formal way to decide a meeting, but Jaina had been very specific that the usual place in Durotar would not be right for what would be discussed tonight. It had to be on neutral ground and concealed under cover of darkness as well as disguised. Jaina shifted uncharacteristically nervously on the chair she sat on in the corner of the little dive in Ratchet, bright blue eyes shifting occasionally towards the door. Her usual purple cloak had been abandoned tonight in favor of one in jet black with an ordinary silver clasp. A few stray locks of golden hair stuck out under the cloak, but she was paying no attention to that. The redness around her blue eyes and the wetness of her pretty face showed she'd been crying even in the dim light of the seedy little tavern. Of course, a seedy little tavern in Ratchet was probably the only place a pretty girl could cry and nobody would give her a second look, thus making it perfect.A Warrior's Balance 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As he looked o
A broken friendshipWe are all going our separate ways andA broken friendship8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will miss the closeness we all once had.
Had the keyword to the past.
How can one moment ruin a lifetime of trust?
Our bond is no longer held together by the fabric of time,
One snip from the scissors tore us all apart.
Can I tell you all I cry at night?
Because we arent together anymore?
I feel lost,
I always looked to each one of you for advice
but time changed, we changed.
One goes with the other
And I get caught in the middle.
I cant stand it anymore
I cry for each and every one of us.
The memories of yesterday are always haunting my mind.
I want us to laugh together.
We act like children trapped in an adult appearance
Its frustrating but can you see that?
Never had you all noticed I tried and still try
To keep us together.
When the world turned us down
We always had our own world to turn to.
Im angry at all of you
But I cant stop these tears from falling.
So my night will turn to d
for she is a sinnerAngels eat her alive,for she is a sinner2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the way she deserves:
molting downy feathers
in a hermetic esophagus—
like her lungs,
pooled with words
She is choked by halos,
and expecting expansions
spanning clouds and Niles
of rosemary tears;
( yet no ocean cried,
and no tsunami felt,
will rid the torture justified
in each holy touch upon
soiled cheeks: wet Liar’s runoff.
It falls so easily down her throat,
to drown more words. )
and she almost warns them
to stay away: She is filth.
but they lovingly caress
and they carefully sink
their glittering pearls into her
just the way she deserves.
How to Know if You're TransI see these questions sometimes, about "how can you be sure you're trans?" I see the sentiment often in articles that claim to "question" transsexuality, from well-meaning but pain-in-the-ass bystanders, and so on. A lot of it gives me a migraine the size of a T-Rex behind my right eye, so I thought I might help clear up some of the confusion.How to Know if You're Trans4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
There is only one way to "know" you're trans. And that's because you feel you are. Does this answer seem vague to you? It should, because it is. As much as others would like to tell you otherwise, there is no "test" for being trans. There is no criteria that if you check enough boxes, congratulations, you're transgendered. I ID very strongly as trans, but I fail nearly every single criteria required for Aetna's insurance coverage of trans care. In Aetna's eyes, I'm not a "true transsexual,"
this won't end up as a suicide notethere aren’t enough momentsthis won't end up as a suicide note2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to love you, or words
in the English language to call you
beautiful. there aren’t enough
heartbeats in me to dedicate you
something you might deserve.
you can no longer lie.
a vengeful earthquake births itself inside
your unkind frame-- bones and skin and
muscle knotted together as an attempt
at something durable; but when you scream,
you don’t wake up. your world
collapses in mounting seconds. words
are a currency and you are
finally rich. you have lived
in the mouths of ghosts for so long
that you can walk through walls;
you aren’t here, you’re choking
on other planets from a lack of oxygen
and understanding. but I will love you,
I will love you; dear wallflower,
your petals are not wilted. dear
anonymous, I could give you a name.
dear hopeless, there are not enough words
in the English language for how beautiful
you really are.
Link X Dark Link part oneThe ankle-deep water around the Hylian splashed as he made his way through the mostly blank room. He paid no mind to the metal bars shutting with an echoing 'clang' behind him, just as if it was an everyday thing. Though, for the Hero Of Time, it was.Link X Dark Link part one8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Link examined the room from the place he stood, and stared quizzically around. As far as he could see, this room held nothing of interest. The door across the room, however, was sealed shut as well, so there must have been something in this room.
The first thing to do, the elf decided, was to inspect the little that was here. Which happened to be, a spindly old tree, that appeared to have died ages ago, and a few rocks scattered helter-skelter.
Link cautiously approached the tree, which seemed to be reaching out with long skeletal hands. He ran a palm down the bark, circled it countless times, and even climbed its branches once. He checked the roots, and the patches of grass around it.
Link must have been trying to figure this out for at
love and pain - chapter 2Chapter 2love and pain - chapter 29 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Marth sat on his bed, remembering what Link had told him about an hour ago. Dark Link had kissed him? Marth understood that that may have been the only way to get out a soul, but why kill him that way? Why not stab him? Dark Link did have a sword after all. It was all too confusing. Marth held his head from thinking too much. 'I'm injured,' he thought to himself, 'I need rest. It's none of my business.'
Marth lay down in his bed and fell asleep.
The next day Marth was woken up by Roy storming into his room.
"Hey, man!" he greeted. Marth couldn't be bothered getting up.
"H-Hey…" Marth replied, trying to sound casual and fine.
"You okay to get out of bed today?" Roy asked. Marth had gotten up the night before to talk to Link, but today Marth just couldn't get up. Something stopped him.
"N-No…" Marth replied. Roy seemed discouraged. His smile completely vanished from his face.
"Well, okay then…" Roy walked out of the room.
"I'll tell you when I can, okay?" Marth called out to Ro
ToboeTame wolf tonightToboe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
runs with the pack.
He jumps, he yips
he’s such a pup.
He searches for Paradise
beside Tsume the whole way.
Soft spot for humans
loyal to his word.
His attempt to save pops
his dying words,
“I’m so sorry.”
Dead by the old man’s side
Tsume finds him, and says goodbye.
He tells a tale of long ago
a question never answered until now.
Tears rolling down his cheek
walking away was the hardest thing ever.
Saying goodbye was worse.
Now Toboe runs in Paradise
Free, happy, and care-free.
Tsume, his dying words
“Lets meet again...next time...in Paradise.”
FlamePrince In LoveFlamePrince In Love3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Fionna sighed as she stared in the wide blue sky, she touched her cheeks, I wonder what Flame Prince is doing now she thought, Cake popped out of nowhere,
"Hey Darling, thinking about Flame prince again?" she teased,
Fionna blushed, Cake laughed because Fionna was really predictable,
"How about we invite him to a picnic?" Cake suggested,
Fionna thought for a while, and she decided that it's a great Idea since she wants to know him better, Cake quickly ran out of the tree house to the direction of the Fire Kingdom, she fixed herself up and went to the picnic grounds, after a while, Cake arrived out of breath,
"He-He's coming here now" she barely managed to spat, she ran back to the tree house, Flame prince arrived, he sat near her,
"Why did you invite me?" he asked with uncertainty,
"Well-I think I want to know you more" she blurted,
Flame prince fell silent,
"Fionna, you said clearly you didn't like me" he replied,
Fionna shook her head,
There's a light at the end of the tunnel."There's a light at the end of the tunnel."There's a light at the end of the tunnel.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Then I will run as fast as I can.
"Hang in there, get through the tunnel!"
Believe me, I'm doing the best I can...
I run dead ahead, trying to reach the light,
But the shadows surround me, and hold on tight.
As I break free from them, it takes all my might,
As I run, it seems to just get further out of sight.
But yes, I see it! That glorious light!
As I keep running, and the light gets brighter.
I propel myself forward with the last of my might,
Too late, I realise, the light is a flamethrower...