Guide to graven ones.Guide to graven ones.2 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.
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my skin is bare, soft against yours.
i've never let anybody else hold me quite like this.
never let anybody hold my heart with quite this grip
and maybe it's in the way your breathing hitches
just south of dreamland
or maybe in the way
your ankles are twined with mine
and the air feels warmer closest to you
i get goosebumps from the thought
of the letters that spell "forever"
for once, i'm pretty sure i'm not scared
because if "forever" means a yard and a dog
four cars, two jobs, three rats
and a warm bed at night
then i'll lace my fingers into your palm
and jump without closing my eyes
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Of the aftermath from the failed Vietnam War
Seeking food, shelter and something more
When they finally found each other
My mother already had a little girl from another
But this man died from cancer in the brain
Still, my father took her for he saw what he would gain
She was twenty-one and he nineteen
They wanted to find out what love could mean
So together they had the first son
He was clever and smart and they wanted another one
Two years later their wish was granted
The second son was everything that they had ranted
For the next three years this family was happy
That is, right up until they had me
Father denied me because my skin was a little darker
He even told mother that he doubted her
Thus the following three years were full of grief
Though the arrival of my little brother brought relief
He cried easily so I loved to bully him
Then two years passed and along came my little sister on a whim
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Sharpen my blades up
Strap them to my back an then
I slip into the dark night
to stand up for what's right
everynight i go out
cut the devil's heart out
bless and repent their sins
then everyday i go home
and pray on knees for my soul
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So every night i wake up and sharpen my blades up....
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A Place For All This Love
Each drop of rain
Hits the pavement outside my window
With a sound of its own.
There is weight to each drop,
Messages the sounds are sending.
With each blink of my eyes
Something flickers in the corners
Of my mind.
Are dancing together -
Welcoming my secret.
There is all this love
Buried deep within me.
It is marinating,
More ominous -
Harder to ignore.
It was once trapped
Solely in my heart.
It has grown
Into my organs,
Flowed through my veins,
Fallen through my limbs,
And consumed the inside of me.
It has become
All that I see, hear, and feel.
It has become
A desperate need,
A violent longing -
Something within me
Begs for the expression
Of this radiant emotion.
With each word out of my mouth,
Each searching glance at the world around me,
All this love
Wants more and more
To find a home.
The rain calls to me,
Pulls me out onto the street.
I'm full of this potential for greatness -
Wanting to p
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Washing Dirty Sheets
How quickly the temperature
In my bedroom changes.
One minute I am freezing,
Huddled under sheets, too many blankets.
And the next
I am in my underwear on top of it all
To let the heat escape.
I'm sitting on my unclothed mattress.
My sheets are in the washer,
I've been waiting to wash them.
You could call it laziness.
But there is always something behind laziness,
A reason why we put it off and take so long
To confront the things that we don't want to do.
You had slept on them,
You had them wrapped around you.
There is still sand in them
Left over from when we laid on the beach
And I made you go straight to bed
Because you were finally sleeping
I think that
I didn't want the sun to set on that day.
I was happy
In all the depth that that word can have.
I had hoped
That what we created in our minds that night
Would be honest
And real -
Something we could be and stay.
You can't contro
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Masturbating under blankets at half past three.
The only sounds being muffled moans under heavy rain
Beating against the window and later,
The metallic screeching of the train tracks as
Sparks fly, lightning brightening the room momentarily.
A hand pressed against the window – cold feet and cold ears.
He touches her back and she shivers. She always does as she is told.
Deft hands unlace her clothes; unfold her, but only to admire her,
Not to love her, nor to use her:
Simply admire her, as she pulls the duvet up to her eyes
Watching him curiously. Half amused.
She sings alone and louder when she showers
To hear that her soul is not yet possessed.
She is her own person, unique – an individual.
He picked her off the shelf and quality, he says, was
"Merely satisfactory". Smirking, he revels in his position
And she lets him have his glory – too wasted to notice
Or even care.
He names her Frank and calls her after midnight.
Do his pa
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Drift your thoughts to the land of dreams
And listen to the tale of the Dream Mare.
As you fall away to the darkness don't fright
For the Dream Mare will catch your fall,
She'll sail among the night skies and take you to lands of delight.
But as you lay asleep wander not too far,
Because the Dream Mare may just keep you
Showing you things from the land to the star.
But do not fret, do not fall into despair
Just enjoy the land of dreams
And sail the air.
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When she married, things changed, but for the better. She got assistance from her husband, they hired another assistant, and they nearly tripled the income. Things had gone so well that Red Svelt and Velvet Thread could kick back for a while, and do the things they wanted to do together. One of these things was to try and have a foal. They tried for such a long time. They tried for so long that the lovers got very upset. Finally, after a year of trying, Red went to the hospital to have herself checked.
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As always, spoilers and opinion abound.
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whenever I venture
above the extent
of my imagination
the photographer like an explorer
travelling to sites
not even a dream can compensate
being able to breathe
the cool calming air
of that mountain top
a place that I have captured
kept in memory
for my elaborate tales.
But first you must come back
down to earth
fighting way through confrontations
that is the environment
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July 5th, 2006
There it is
Right where I left it
In the back of my mind
In the corner of my eyes
Pulling at my attention
At my heart strings
Not to forget that its there
That I'm hooked
Drowning in it
And it will stay there
On the screen of my mind
On the every breeze
Tumbling through my heart
Not to forget that you're there
That I'm hooked on you
Addicted to you
Drowning in you
And I can't even tell you
Can't even feel you
In my arms
Under my hands
On my lips
Without feeling guilty
Guilty that maybe
Maybe I'm in love with you.
What we have..ThisWhat we have..9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is what we have.
We have each other.
We have our strengths.. and weaknesses.
We have our Love.
We have a love, that cannot be repeated.
We have a love, that amazes me everyday.
We have.. this love... That people dream of.
that people Wish for.
The love that so many people want...
We have it.. Its ours.
But at the same time.
our love is so different
Our love is so much stronger.
Our love is so much deeper.
Because, it wasnt acheived in any normal way.
It wasnt just handed to us.
It wasnt just handed to me.
At the beginning. Love wasnt even there.
Love wasnt ever an idea. an option.
Love was laughed at with you an me.
At the beginning, you Loved someone else...
heh.. yeah, you loved someone else..
I remember it all. I was so jealous.
I was so sickened.
But i wasnt jealous of her, persay.
I was jealous of what you had.
I was jealous of the love you seemed to share
I was jealous of the way you looked at each other.
I was just jealous of what it was like...
But now. Im not jealous.
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Chapter one: A hero's welcome
The air grew heavy with the smell of gold, Gromlak could sense it. He had been inside the mineshafts of the forgotten hold of Grungda'ir, along with his three friends Tyroe Debrickashaw, Okonkwo, and his best friend Olrenshk Thunderling for weeks. The group had been hell-bent on finding the massive gold vein that Olrenshk had smelled since they had first entered the hold.
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