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  I will keep you safe.

  I will keep you company.

  Do you remember all those years ago – when we first met? I remember it perfectly. I was so very close. So very, very close to my last shred of sanity snipping. And then I saw a peculiar little girl in white dress – you. Your left hand was occupied by a tattered doll. Your right was wet from wiping your tears. Your eyes began to water again, but I caught it for you that time. I still had a shred of humanity left, gnawing at my heart's strings to care for you, to pity, and to comfort. You were scared by my face, but I mustered a smile, and told you not to fear. You told me that you were lonely, that you were unloved.

  And from that point on, I never left your side.

  Do you remember all those years ago – when I saved your life? I remember it perfectly. The cursed fellow had threatened you, and I had intervened. You were bigger, but still, I needed to protect you. He chased you up the tower, calling you a monster, saying you needed to disappear. And then he drew his rapier. I had never moved faster in my life than I did grabbing that awful man by the brim of his ebony vestment. I had never acted as instinctively as I led him to the window. I had never whispered as softly as I did to you of reassuring, and to him of the pain of death. I had never been more deafened than by his scream as I cast him away.

  Take away upon your black wings, bishop, for your mistress commands it.

 Do you remember all those years ago – when you saw my face for the first time? I remember it perfectly. Soul of black I had retrieved, and offered it to the gentle flame I did. My flesh was deep and wrinkled no more. I turned to you, and you seemed shocked at my form. You were my height, and we were both exceedingly young. I could even remember a flicker of attraction…but no. I refused desire. My love for you was of parent to child, or of sibling to sister. And it was good that I refused, for you grew, oh so very fast. Soon, you towered above me, and regardless, I still guarded you with my life.

  I made a promise to you, Priscilla. I promised that I would never let you see darkness.

  Do you remember that short time ago – when the people gathered? I remember it perfectly. Ariamis gathered, and desired your pure blood. How shocked I was. How scared you were. They hurried to the theatre, where you and I often met. How ready I was. How well-hid you were. The crowd broke through, and I met them head-on. How ravenous I was. How aghast you were. Ariamis fell to my feet. How alive I was. How frightened you were. After I finished, I ran to you, and embraced you.

  I fell the entire city as the ax man does the forest. I was invincible.

  You would be safe forever.

  Do you remember that short time ago – when I found the red rock? I remember it perfectly. I had slain anyone that came near you. Everyone was a threat, as everyone was present at the theatre that fateful night. And then you began to cry, for you were lonely again. I did everything I could to comfort you. Yet you ran from me, from your sole friend, terrified. So I brought new friends. I tempted those with Lifedrain to pursue me, as their master tempted them with the very art they wielded. I brought many new friends for you to meet.

  I will do anything in my power to keep you safe, Priscilla.

  Do you remember the fall of Ariamis? I remember it perfectly. The city crumbled under the assault of the Crimson Ones. All through the onslaught, you sought me. You found me in the theatre, and I greeted you merrily. But then you turned your blade on me. Your beautiful scythe sliced the air beside my head flawlessly. I was blank. My only friend wanted me dead. I begged you to stop as I evaded cut after cut. You screamed at me, calling me a monster. You claimed I was nicer when I looked to be a monster. You called all humans monsters. And then I held my weapon to receive a blow from the elegant scythe.

  And that was perhaps the greatest mistake I ever made.

  Your immense size…It threw me an admirable distance.

  And then, you hooked your foot under my torso, and threw me off the edge with it.

  When I finally landed, tears fell from my eyes as I felt my body fade, and the fiery ring burn brighter…

  …I am back, Priscilla. I have come to fulfill my promise to you…

  …As long as it is within my power...

  …You will never see the Age of Dark…

  …My dear friend.
A short story about the Painted World of Ariamis, and it's fascinating inhabitant, Crossbreed Priscilla.

I say "fascinating" because unlike other bosses in Dark Souls, Priscilla lets you walk away without a scratch, only if you return the favor. Therefore, I made a little connection to the character and Priscilla.

*NOTE: This is in no way real Lore. Only a theory that was expanded into a writing.*
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Handling knives with utmost care,

The smell of death lingering in the air,

Blood splattered on everything I wear.

Motive or disease;

A quick kill just doesn't please.

The loud tortured screams,

Tears flowing in streams.

Blood everywhere;

I cause quite a scare,

Limbs of my victims strewn here and there.

They scream that I'm going to Hell,

But oh, very well.

It's better than this society that fell.

I always get away,

In this game that I play,

I love to kill every night and day.

And I will not cry

Over the day I will die,

Because death and I aren't very shy.

I'll kill to my demise,

And I will say no goodbyes,

For it's in the ground where all my friends lie.
This is a result of boredom and listening to Voltaire. .__.

And I seriously never have a clue as to what categories to put my poems in. So I randomly pick one. XD

Wait, does this need a mature warning? o__O
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The Empty Child

I hide
I hear everything too loudly
I am falling apart
I grew up too fast
I am still a child
I cannot stand still
I see every detail
I panic
I cannot remember what I'm doing
I talk about dinosaurs and doctors and darkrooms
I cry for no reason
I do not have the ability to cry now
I see the world differently
I wish you saw it like me
I have a puzzle to put together
I wonder if you'll help me
I hear a song and must sing it
I see a picture and must take it
I see a world, a broken world
I want to fix that, too
I want to play
I need to work
I close my eyes and fall asleep
I remember everything
I forget my head
I stand in blue light
I see the world in shades of blue
I am lost
I have been waiting for you
I am the empty child
Are you my mommy?
Another poem, this one about my life with autism.

UPDATE: As of 10/20/12, this is my most favorited piece! Thanks everyone!
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     Some would call me crazy. How could that be?Those people had it coming! Why? Because of how the looked at me!

     The first one was a mistake, yes. Yes, a mistake. She looked at me like I was some, some animal! So, I pushed her. And down she descended, down the stairs of an empty hall.

     But, something happened! I got a feeling, one that had been missing most my life. Bliss, that I could control someone else's life in my very own hands! Watch the fire go out of their eyes! Oh, and how much joy their screams have brought me! Ha! They all deserved it!

     How could you call me a monster? If anything, I am an angel!
     Art is what it is. All the ways I have killed. Drowning, cutting their hearts out while it still beats, cutting off their fingers as they scream. The last two are my favorite.

     Best of all is the fame! Every night they talk about my murders! My works of God! They hope to find. Ha! I was careful, so careful not to leave any trace.
How petty life is. How easily sdestroyed it is.

     Do you still think of me as a monster?
I wrote this in creative writing club today. The prompt was violence and one of the scenarios was : Serial Killer.
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"One side of me says 'wow that's an attractive chick, I'd like to talk to her, date her' the other side says I wonder what her head would look like on a stick." -Edmund Kemper

"I just wanted to see how it felt to shoot Grandma." - Edmund Kemper

"The first good-looking girl I see tonight is going to die." - Edmund Kemper

"I remember there was actually a sexual thrill . . . you hear that little pop and pull their heads off and hold their heads up by the hair. Whipping their heads off, their body sitting there. That'd get me off." - Edmund Kemper

"I am not insane, I'm just queer."-Albert Fish

final words: "Kiss my ass!"-John Wayne Gacy

"You have not caught me yet and you are not likely to. I shall keep on at my work, for I love it, and I will send you something for a Christmas box."
- Jack The Ripper

"I'm not an alien maniac, nor yet a foreign tripper. I'm just your jolly, lively friend. Yours truly, Jack the Ripper." - Jack The Ripper

"We all go a little mad sometimes"- Norman Bates

"I didn't want to hurt them, I only wanted to kill them."-David "Son of Sam" Berkowitz

"Everyone has his own taste. Mine is for corpses."- Necrophile Heneri Blot

"He started messing with the christmas tree, telling me how nice the christmas tree was. So I shot him."- David Bullock

"What's one less person on the face of the earth, anyway?"-Ted Bundy

"I'm as cold a motherfucker as you've ever put your fucking eyes on. I don't give a shit about those people."-Ted Bundy

"We serial killers are your sons, we are your husbands, we are everywhere. And there will be more of your children dead tomorrow" - Ted Bundy

"You feel the last bit of breath leaving their body. You're looking into their eyes. A person in that situation is God!"- Ted Bundy on the joy of murder

"My consuming lust was to experience their bodies. I viewed them as objects, as strangers...It's hard for me to believe that a human being could have done what I've done..." - Jeffery Dahmer

"I always had the desire to inflict pain on others and to have others inflict pain on me. I always seemed to enjoy everything that hurt. The desire to inflict pain, that is all that is uppermost."- Albert Fish

"I took her bra and panties off and had sex with her. That's one of those things I guess that got to be a part of my life -having sexual intercourse with the dead."- Henry Lee Lucas

"These children that come at you with knives, they are your children. You taught them. I didn't teach them. I just tried to help them stand up."-Charles Manson

"Look down on me, you will see a fool. Look up at me, you will see your lord. Look straight at me, you will see yourself."- Charles Manson

"After my head has been chopped off, will I still be able to hear, at least for a moment, the sound of my own blood gushing from my neck? That would be the pleasure to end all pleasures."- Peter Kurten

"I love to kill people. I love to watch them die. I would shoot them in the head and they would wiggle and squirm all over the place, and then just stop. Or I would cut them with a knife and watch their faces turn real white. I love all that blood."-Richard "The Night Stalker" Ramirez

"Mr. Lusk. Sir I send you half the Kidney I took from one woman preserved it for you. the other piece I fried and ate it was very nice. I may send you the bloody knife that took it out if you only wait a while longer. Signed Catch me when you can Mister Lusk." -Jack the Ripper
Quotes from Jefferey Dahmer, Charles Manson, Jack the Ripper, ect.
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Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar
    Core Worlds
    Macragge            Konor        Prandium    Calth         Espandor
    Iax                     Quintarn    Tarentus    Masali        Talassar
    Parmenio             Firestorm    Gathis II    Newfound    Lorin Alpha
    Mancora              Ithaka        Vilamus    Honourum    Orpheus Prime
    Cyclades Epsilon   Cyclades Kappa     Armato    Sabatine    Saramanth
    Occuluda             Orax          Drachus      Praganar    Solstice
    Constantinium       Beseritor    Eleusis      Acheros      Vespasia
    Polyphemnos        Perinetus    Soryth      Tephaine    Aryus One
    Sinophia              Idumea       Calistra        Tyros        Elros
    Agrius                 Callaria       New Terra    Spira        Perseid
    Empyrium             Halcyon     Solaris V     Thallon      Terminus Mundus
    Arkanar               Velaxis        Qaddesh    Herathon    Talis IV
    Terra Sirenum       Xanthior      Meroetis    Thallus VIII    Vireneh
    Meridian           Fornax Primus   Scythium    Ophiussa    Lamaria
    Phorcys              Vanth          Actaea       Apsilae V    Salmacis
    Heptanomis        Thyrreion      Ithoria        Aquario      Arrapha
    Tarsis Ultra         Cythere      Pharaxia       Hyacinth    Talis Secundus
    Elliath                Abertur      Coridan         Delphina    Vekallor
    Orion Prime         Kalkallon     Epsilon Chi II  Skepsis     Salamis
    Oreius               Hacilar        Haven Port    Fornax       Pallas
    Aegea               Ultracior      Fulminus       Callidon       Ignesia
    Velathium          Calderis       Prosperity       Fortuna     Celes II
    Accatran           Dantris III    Arminiun        Heliosa    Epsion Octarius
    Jollana              Chordelis       Starport       Kinapis       Ultima Prime
    Aurion               Sebennytos    Port S'aid    Karanis       Hieracon
    Pyrar Tertius       Heracleion    Celestium    Bastion       Thronion
    Lunamire            Albion          Altheon       Draxis Prime    Fornicia
    Hydrax              Tarralax       Acamar       Arox          Velaris Sigma
    Aquileia             Borealis       Acherusia    Hellespon    Tetrapolis
    Vera III            Tamanis        Acre            Halior        Mundus Prospera
    Fortitude          Ilium            Safeharbor    Vexus        Forge's Hammer
    Athyra            Daminon        Pythion         Tripolis           Laocon
    Nova Mundus    Calderis        Vallar           Krion II        Highspire
    Talkara            Cerulean       Minos          Walkure       Veridan
    Malloran           Punt           Belpharos      Antium        Dynamus
    Farthest Point   Thule          Highcastle     Providentium    Judaea
    Anaxar             Meroe          Ksetras        Lyrian         Ad Ultramaris
    Westeros         Aquis Prime    Praesidia     Sarmates    Castra Ultra
    Phycion           Ithania          Tellene      Arcanis          Vellixari
    Ivixion            Altor II          Kallor        Vesperia       Ultra Mundus
    Armadea          Elianu          Provincio    Iphigenium    Talis IV
    Qabbalah         Hieratis       Manethus    Amratia         Proxium Alpha
    Ark Haven        Priarium      Zarem Alpha    Calladox    Vynar VIII
    Harran            Ramoth       Hatra Tertius    Aeclanum   Terra Secundus
    Castia Prime     Verallun      Antigonus       Cyraxia       Melander
    Ostra V            Laurentum    Astura        Gabii          Portus Ultramar
    Thurion           Prium Tetra    Aternum    Astinus        Veleia Prime
    Mannaseh        Khazaran      Qashan       Majar         Arkaim
    Zeriam            Callios          Denara        Vaios IV     Igneus Fornax
    Samandar        Celemantia    Charax        Halmyris     Herculium
    Ajmer              Antakya       Delphios       Berea        Iconium
    Sareptus         Artanes II    Taurunum    Byzantion    Oresthus
    Terranea          Uzal            Caphtor       Ophirius      Philistia
    Diauehi            Bithyn          Safehold      Nabataea    Tethiru
    Achaei            Perennus      Vaxum XII    Alemanni    Heruthus
    Androphacum    Armalaus     Tal Uxis       Syallax        Bastion Ultramar
    Betasii            Dysnex III    Ceutrones    Perellum      Chandravarma
    Cimbri             Lacunos       Nacerene       Gnosis        Celestar
    Xerxer            Holicum        Goodwill        Veselus       Igniteus IV
    Gandhara        Hamax          Hermunduri    Hyksos       Mandaea
    Kalkis             Sabine Path    Saldens      Iliaar          Sanhaja
    Sinjoh            Heavenrise     Thamud       Trixae         Pyraech
    Volcae           Hanarim         Quissex         Amphorus    Guilliman's Gate
    Tophane        Galatas          Tempest        Hellenis       Northern Pass
    Hercynia        Silvus V         Hversu          Hannathon     Paradisus
    Naturis           Prexior         Hamyrth        Calcyrion      Spridius IX
    Ashtarot         Sidon          Cytherus        Tyramis        Zophasem
    Baetylus          Theresh       Eryx VII        Anthemusias    Meride
    Pherres I         Corinthus     Solis Tertius    Solis Quintus    Solis Primus
    Triskelion         Histria         Thuriion        Epidamnos     Nymphaeum
    Homeward       Spirefall        Meneses       Pal'vesh        Archades
    Far Port          Kellenes       Konor Minor     Circius IV    Horizon Star
    Erythres          Mandra       Nea Ultramar    Kallithea      Mycenium
    Kalamos          Chaeron      Tithorus         Thellenes      Western Reach
    Aigerius          Prosperity    Ipsus III        Satris Alpha    Pythia Tertius
    Arcadion        Aetos I        Poseidon       Arathea         Tibor II
    Artemida        Iardanus      Carthage        Thanae         Portus Magnus
    Hadrumetus     Sabratha    Arx Praetorum  Caelum         Selene
    Hippocampus    Sibyllene    Hera's Bastion  Aphridix       Calumar
    Amphis Prime    Guardian     North Gem     Phorax V       Ultra Meridianus
    Altaneum         Edirnus        Coryxis        Watchpost    Praetorum Ultima
    Sidyana           Helaos         Phemis        Thokos        Riftworld
    Mundus Primus   Paradine    Carthenis    Cephlon IX      Cygnus Omega
    Ephor              Heliotrix       Porphyrus    Armatura         Belleraphon
    Arkheon           Bellaphorus    Ulstrex       Hermethia    Hydropolis
    Promonon        Taurea        Tetrapryion    Vasaali        Methres II
    Gideon Prime    Ophalcus      Beldene        Khea          Mare Infinitus
    Ancharia          Achaitus      Ulpium          Berengaria    Magna Portus
    Calligenia          Xanthe        Mekera        Hecatae      Cataract
    Pellamon          Guarid III      Ellisum        Cyracus IV    Zephyrim
    Myrtoa             Melketis      Teleost         Karhane       Pahura
    Tirazis              Icarea        Seleukia        Thapsacus    Leontos
    Canopus          Seraphaeum  Tamia VII       Terenu        Daphnae
    Eilithyias          Ankyron       Caldeus X      Antaea        Manawar
    Primis              Paraeton       Hetepheres    Malkata    Ankhmahor
    Pheredes          Ilalcum        Zaraphas        Arpadda    Hamath
    Symeion           Sarepta V    Maritimus        Ophrah      Raphanae
    Sepphoris          Taanach      Andriake         Kytoros    Ultramar Extremus
    Ambracia            Triantus      Ophyrnium      Samothrace  Karystos
    Orchomenos       Thermon      Lygos           Aeculanum    Himera
After reading the novel Know No Fear, I've heard of the Ultramarines' great domain before the time of the Heresy. Within the story it spoke of the XIII Legion's great realm of five hundred worlds.

Known as the Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar, or "the New Empire", the realm was the home of the largest of the Space Marine Legions. Mainstream 40k knowledge doesn't have much detail on this realm, so I took it upon myself to name all 500 worlds.

This project tok me two months to accomplish. I surfed the Web, searching for suitable names. Of course, I included the original eleven worlds of Ultramar, as well as any future homeworlds of Ultramarines Successor Chapters, and a few other Imperial worlds. The rest of the worlds are named after actual ancient locations on Earth, mostly from Ancient Greece, Rome, Mesopotamia, or my own derivatives. For example, I may have taken a few of our modern cities' names and re-spelled them, or found ancient-sounding names, especially of Roman origin.

The end result, a list of my own idea of Ultramar: 500 worlds exactly.
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I am a photographer.

People hate my work. You may ask why, but when you see my shots, you'll understand. My work is very controversial. I am sadly proud of my photos, for I may be the only one who's adopted this style.

I capture photos of suicide.

No matter where I go, I carry my camera with me, ready to shoot anything that may happen. There's surprisingly a lot of suicides in this city and the next city over. I've gotten beautiful shots.

The most common ones are those of people jumping from buildings. Of course, there's usually a crowd of people pleading for the person to come down, so I know right away what I am about to get. I stand to get a good perspective, hold up my camera, and snap the photo right as the person plunges to their demise. I take a couple one after the other so I make sure to get the perfect shot. People surrounding me shout at me and call me heartless.

On the contrary, I am more caring than them. That person wanted to end their life, so they had a perfect reason to make that decision. I'm showing them support and kindness by capturing their last moments.

However, I don't remember the last time I smiled.

I have a splendid dark room to develope my photos, which I pin to the walls in my house. I have pictures of jumpers, people shooting themselves, taking pills or cyanide, jumping in front of a train, people stabbing themselves, and even some more unothodox methods.

It's funny. I can see the idea form in their heads by looking into their eyes or reading their body language. For most of the most spontanious ones, like the shooters or the train jumpers, I kindly approach them, explain that I'm not going to stop them, but if I could take a picture as they commit suicide. I've never had someone say no. The model will even wait for my cue. I have them point the gun to their head, and give them the signal to shoot. I wait until the train is close enough as they stand there, preparing to jump, and I give them the go.

Some even give me their names so that I can attend the funeral and visit their grave. They ask me for a copy of the photo. I oblige, but I lock the photo in a box so no one takes it away. From below the earth, I can almost hear the faint "thank you" coming from the coffin.

I couldn't make money off my hobby. No one wanted to show my art. But I think I've found someone who will...

It's a suicide cult. I let them know what I do, and that I myself don't want to end my life, but they are awed by what I do. As their cult grows, so does my gallery, for now we have scheduled photo shoots. We have our own art gallery for people fascinated with suicide. I've even had a few non-suicidal people come in just to admire the horror.

I'm making money now. Capturing suicides is now my career.

Here's my card. Call me to schedule an appointment.
i've had this idea in my head since i was like....... 17? 18? i dunno. i wanted it to be a full story, but i think it works better short.

this has not been proofread, so don't hark.
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The Ultimate Battle of League of Legends Champions Song Parody
Parody of The Ultimate Showdown of the Ultimate Destiny
By Zach Melmet

Fed chogath was feasting about
The league like it was an in-n-out
When suddenly hiemerdinger burst from the shade
And hit chogath with a cussion  grenade
Chogath got pissed and began to scream
But got distracted by nidalee
Who proceeded to pounce him in cougar stance
When sona came and made them all dance

And sona started singing a cool beat
When she got hit by evelynns feet
But before Evelyn could shadow walk away
Amumu hugged her asked to stay
But amumu started crying from all of his fears
And drowned Evelyn in all of his tears
Then he became sad and ran away
But tf ulted in the way

This is the ultimate battle
Of league of legends champions
Silences stuns and spell casting
As far as the fog of war
And only 1 can beat all
And take home all the winnings
This is the ultimate battle
Of league of legends champions

Chogath ate all of twisted fate
Like he was a slice of delicious cake
Then sona came back with full 20 stacks
And Jax came in and leaped on her back
Evelynn was injured and trying to Scedaddle
When hiemerdinger upgraded with some baddazle
But suddenly something destroyed his turret
And heimerdinger just decided to quit
But blitzcrank had snuck up from behind
With veigar standing right at his side
Then viegar dropped a stun and he missed
But blitzcrank grabbed him with his fist
Then he hit em in the air and did a thundershock
While zilean ran up using his clocks
And placed a bomb
Over hiemerdingers head
Making them much much more fed

This is the ultimate battle
Of league of legends champions
Silences stuns and spell casting
As far as the fog of war
And only 1 can beat all
And take home all the winnings
This is the ultimate battle
Of league of legends champions

Then the ground started shaking
In an repeating rhythm
As down from clouds
Descended pantheon
Who attacked faster
Than the eye can see
And can slam the ground
With an imense force
He landed on blitz
Who's programming shut down
While veigar ran for the bushes
But panth saw where he was running to
And he landed a spear in-between his eyes

The war lasted for several days
Many champions slayed but eventually
The winner stood the rest  were just rookies
the cookie monster with a bloody cookie

This is the ultimate battle
Of league of legends champions
Silences stuns and spell casting
As far as the fog of war
And only 1 can beat all
And take home all the winnings
This is the ultimate battle
This is the ultimate battle
This is the ultimate battle
Of league of legends champions
This is a parody of the Ultimate Showdown of the Ultimate Destiny i made for the Songs of the Summoned Competition. Unfortunatly i didnt win because i couldnt find anyone to sing it, my singing sucked, and my piano playing needed some touching up on. But i still thought it was pretty good so here it is. Also i skipped the on verse where it lists off a bagillion guys because A) the song would have been too long to submit and B) I just didnt have it in me to make all those names fit in.

Edit: i jsut uploaded it to youtube for the songs of the summoned 2. go and check it out
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Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty

Release One: Pages 1 - 3

THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a simple festival of bloodshed and cold murder. In war it did not matter if you impaled a stranger on the edge of your sword, such a thing would be punishable in any city or country, but in times of war it became an accepted norm. If the man in front of you wore a different colour, then it was alright to kill him, it was alright to rip him apart for he was an enemy. That was the twisted reality of combat and looking back on his memories of the field; the Baron wondered how he had ever considered such a thing to be glorious. Instead, he found himself almost repulsed by the thought of spilling another man's blood. It is difficult to understand the frenzy that grips a man. War is a mere keyword for destruction, it is a word of power that transforms a rational man into one without morals; who still believes himself to be just. The Baron sighed; it would do him no good to think about such things. Instead, he had to focus on the present. No longer was he the confident, barrel-chested youth with the strength of an Ox, but no less were his responsibilities even in his old age. Somehow, though he could no longer lead or inspire his armies, he would have to protect the peace that he had obtained and doing so would require a sacrifice. A sacrifice, he repeated to himself. The balding, grey-haired man that was reflected in the window seemed to smile. I will pay any price, he thought to himself, if I may enjoy these days of peace and stability. Marina will be getting married next spring, the lucky boy is a rich merchant so she'll have little to worry about. Marco on the other hand will be heading off to the Royal Knights academy in autumn and it will be four years before he graduates. Until then, I must keep things the way they are, I must keep things from changing, at least until they can all stand on their own. The Baron smiled wryly as he saw the irony in his current situation. He had participated in the War of Unification as naught but a commoner, with nothing to lose and everything to gain. Now he was a noble lord who had all he desired, but stood to lose it all. Fate can be both humourous and cruel, he chuckled to himself, in the end it seems as though my life has come full circle. Once I had nothing and now I desire nothing. All that is left to me is to maintain this existence, at least for awhile longer for the sake of my children who have no need to dirty their hands. Rorke shivered again, it was a cold night but he had been instructed not to make a fire. They would not come if he made a fire…

    Rorke was about to slip comfortably back into his own reverie, when the doors to his study burst open without warning. He was shocked at first, but the Baron quickly straightened his back and stood firmly. He had been informed that they would enter his home in such a manner and he had prepared himself to receive them. The air in the room seemed to stagnate immediately as though its movement were no longer permitted. A thick miasma of gloom and despair settled over the entire area and Rorke's mind grew troubled. Nerves, worries, fears of his childhood, all of it began to scurry forth like spiders from the dark recesses of his mind and the very act of swallowing his own saliva became difficult, as though something hard and lumpy had been caught in his throat. A cloaked figure appeared in the previously empty doorway, it was a slender and graceful individual that seemed to glide into the study. It was accompanied by a giant, armed from head to toe, that stood just two steps behind it, his presence making the entire room seem small and cramped. The first of the two figures, the normal sized one, pushed back the hood of its cloak and instantly the atmosphere of gloom vanished. Rorke found himself staring now, at one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen in his entire life. Her skin was flawless, unblemished and perfect; lips as red as the finest of roses. Her eyes sparkled like green pools of mystery and power and her long dark hair appeared to be as soft as silk. Her entire body seemed to carry the promise of forbidden pleasure and though the cloak hid it from sight, Rorke was painfully aware of the temptation that lay beneath the thin veil of cloth. This lady, is an enchantress! he thought to himself, trying desperately to fight against her charms. She is definitely a wielder of the arcane arts

    "I am as you believe me to be," the figure responded, seemingly reading his thoughts. Her voice was rich and melodious and it seemed to soothe Rorke's heart and mind, his suspicions of her falling away immediately.

    "I-I greet you," said Rorke, feeling slightly breathless. He thought that he should probably offer them a handshake and show them due courtesy, but his legs simply refused to obey him. "Forgive me for my lack of manners; I seem to be unable to approach you."

    "That is fine," said the lady, her lips curving into a confident smile, "A worm has no right to touch me in the first place. Arghast is the only one permitted contact, aren't you?" The lady turned to smile at her companion, who remained silent with just the barest nod to acknowledge her statement.

    Rorke found himself unable to look directly at the lady without feeling a shameful amount of lust and so he averted his eyes away from her, settling upon the giant. This man was indeed a titan and he easily dwarfed his female companion by a large margin. He appeared to be about seven feet tall, perhaps slightly under, but his muscular physique combined with his heavy armaments to multiply his size and make him very intimidating. Rorke thought that he looked like a walking fortress and that nothing in the world would have an easy time in trying to topple him. Rorke shivered as the idea of facing someone like him in the field crossed his mind. It would be an utterly terrifying experience with the only options being retreat or death. It made him glad that he long since retired from the field. Still, a part of his soldier's instinct remained with him and before he knew it, Rorke was doing a mental identification of everything the giant was carrying. Amongst the various plates of armor, Rorke noted the following arms:  one pair of battle axes, with a vicious serrated edge on each one, strapped across his back for easy access; several throwing knives, holstered around his waist, all curved in an unnatural manner; one batch of throwing axes, heavy headed and hand-made, hanging freely from his belt and within quick reach of his right hand. Rorke couldn't particularly quite see it well, but the giant also appeared to be carrying a large shield-like object across his shoulders. Rorke thought that he might have a closer look at it, but his gaze was forcibly torn away and brought back to focus upon the lady.

    "A worm should not be averting his sight from one as beautiful as I am," said the lady, walking slowly toward the Baron, her hips swaying gently with each step. "Am I of no interesting to you?"

    The Baron's breathing quickened and he felt his heart beating faster, but this wasn't excitement, this was fear. "No m'am," he stammered, using a polite title despite the lady being obviously younger than him, "I meant no disrespect."

    "But of course you didn't," said the lady, reaching out with her right hand to stroke his cheek gently. "I did not permit it after all."

    The Baron's thoughts began to grow cloudy, the lady's touch was so soft and warm and her scent was heavenly, it made him hungry, hungry to be close to her.

    "Would you like to be my newest toy?" asked the lady.

    The Baron was about to answer with a loud 'yes', when he was thankfully brought back to his senses by a wicked curved knife that flashed in front of his face, embedding itself all the way down to the hilt upon his writing desk. The armoured giant approached him and retrieved the knife, the Baron blinking blearily at him. "My apologies," the giant rumbled, his voice sounding like a rock-slide, "my sister finds it difficult to avoid playing with those who are…inclined to temptation."

    "Ah, I see," replied the Baron, the fog slowly lifting from his mind. "That's dangerous," he muttered lamely, his brain not quite functioning.

    Arghast had just barely sheathed his weapon when he was violently knocked to the ground by his female companion. "Do not interrupt me!" she shrieked at him. Arghast seemed unfazed by her temper tantrum and got to his feet with a shrug, "you may now resume your explanation sister."

    The lady scowled at him and turned back to face the Baron, "I am Akara, the Pale Mistress of Death. This armoured giant, as I've said before, is my brother Arghast. We are the Seekers and we are willing to offer our services as long as you can pay the price."

    Rorke nodded and shook his head, trying to clear it in vain, "I-I do have what you seek here." He reached for the drawer on the left side of his writing desk, digging around in it for a glowing purple crystal. This had been a gift from a powerful mage during the war and Rorke had kept it with him as a sort of lucky charm. He was told that it contained powerful magic, but he was obviously unable to use it. "Will this be enough for you m'am?"

    "Ah, such a pretty bauble," smiled Akara, as she raised her right hand and waved at it, causing the crystal to leap into the air and soar into her waiting palm. "Oh yes, this will do very nicely. I haven't seen this one yet!"

    "Is it one of the memories we seek?" asked Arghast, folding his arms across his chest.

    Akara shook her head and pocketed the gem, "I have no way to tell for the moment brother, I will have to examine it with my magic. However, before we can play around with it, I do believe that we owe it to our dear Baron to fulfil his request. After all, he has already paid us a handsome price. Now tell me my dear Baron, what do you wish in exchange for this?"

    "An end," said Rorke as the fog that clouded his mind cleared away. "I desire an end to Baron Torval's life, for I know that he intends to attack my lands come spring. I-I cannot afford to lose what I have and though my army could hold him, I would prefer not to have unnecessary casualties on my end. If Baron Torval is killed however, his chiefs will begin to fight amongst themselves and my lands will be safe for a few years to come."

    Akara smiled, but it was an expression without warmth. It reflected only her cruelty and her desire to inflict pain, "as it has been requested, so too shall it be done." With a quick swirl of her cloak, a surge of dark magic filled the air and both she and the giant vanished, dissolving away into the taunting shadows. When it was done, Baron Rorke's hair was left standing on end and he felt as though his very soul had been violated. In the end, he wound up sitting in his study until dawn the next day, unable to move, think or sleep. All I needed was a sacrifice right? With this, everything will end and my children will be safe. No more will I need to get anything dirty, no more, no more…

-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st September 2012
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Author's Comments:
As promised ^^ Here is a story release. I'm actually re-writing mercenary, since my writing skills have upgraded a little bit and I am looking to practice more on setting the scene mood and using good imagery. I probably should submit to groups to get more feedback, but this took longer than expected and so nyeeeh >3< I'll do it with the next release xD

Enjoy everyone ^^ and don't forget to thumbs up for original literature (not that there's anything bad with fan fiction but let's try to give some credit to original ideas xD).

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates :iconwordofchen:
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"Fun" Enough (Tuff Enuff Parody)
By Andrew Henry (The Fabulous Thunderbirds)

You built up your fort for eighteen hours,
Built those fortifications, and constructed those towers,
But then Urist Mcdwarf fell into a strange mood,
He killed two dwarves and then ran 'round nude!

Is that "Fun" enough?
Is the "Fun" too much?
Yes it's "Fun" Enough,
Oh yeah, Fun enough!

Set up your fort near a volcano,
Nobles knew there's no sed'ment (sediment) from the get go.
Those "Unfortunate Accidents" do tend to come faster,
When Nobles demand things made of Alabaster!

Is that "Fun" enough?
Is the "Fun" too much?
Yes it's "Fun" Enough,
Oh yeah, Fun enough!

You spent thirty one hours, working on your Keep,
but now it's all wasted 'cause you dug to deep!
Once a Boat was Murdered by a bunch of elephants,
Thank god they never made magma safe variants!

Is that "Fun" enough?
Is the "Fun" too much?
Yes it's "Fun" Enough,
Oh yeah, Fun enough!

Every year the caravans come around to trade,
Trading for wooden tables with gold inlaid.
Those cannibalistic Elves love nothing but the flora
So have Fun and burn them with magma!

Is that "Fun" enough?
Is the "Fun" too much?
Yes it's "Fun" Enough,
Oh yeah, Fun enough!

Is that "Fun" enough?
Is the "Fun" too much?
Yes it's "Fun" Enough,
Oh yeah, Fun enough!
(repeat and fade)
Came up with most of it while losing my mind at work this evening. If you don't play Dwarf fortress:
a)You must value your spare time more than me, and;
b) It is the most insanely in-depth game ever, created by Toady1 in his spare time. That won't mean anything to you until you play it, but you'll s*** bricks when you see it. I advise you use the wiki, it's sorta necessary...

Players should get the jokes though, and the song by The Fabulous Thunderbirds is good enough to carry anything. I can guarantee any seasoned player has suffered or done at least two things in the song at some point or another.
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