Bron's perfect gift"I am an apprentice wizard, not a pack mule!!!" said Marcurio, angry, as his leader carelessly dropped just another embalming tool and two linen wraps in his bag – pretty much all that could be found in that desolated crypt, but why the hell did they need to take them all?!Bron's perfect gift2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bron had heard it so many times that, practically immune to the sentence, he walked out with a satisfied smile and stretched in the sunlight, of course not even waiting for his follower to drag his sack full of garbage – pardon me, precious loot – out before mounting his horse, ready to head back to Riften.
"Why are we… nngh… taking all this… wait for me!" Marcurio was even more angry knowing that gems and gold were not too heavy for Bron, as he always stored them jealously on his own person.
Bron kept on riding, but not taking the straight route; he had accumulated an impressive amount of garb- loot, yet he still wasn't sure any of it would be of use in his next, very personal quest. Maybe raiding som
A Not So Secret Family MomentA shuffling noise from the bushes on the other side of the fire quickly brought Bilbo to consciousness. He made to grab his sword as he looked up but he was rooted to the spot by a rather odd sight. A sight that made him rub his eyes free of the image.A Not So Secret Family Moment2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Nope, still there.
Thorin was sitting on a fallen log with Fili sitting cross-legged facing away from him, which of course wasn't the odd thing. The odd thing was that Thorin was, of all things, braiding Fili's hair.
Now all dwarfs braid their hair, so that wasn't shocking at all for Bilbo. It was that Thorin, himself, was doing the braiding. Which caused Bilbo to rub his eyes yet again.
Again, still there.
Bilbo couldn't help but watch, swallowing hard, as Thorin slowly threaded his fingers through the dark gold locks, stopping every now and then to remove an errant twig or leaf.
His eyes were pulled from the entrancing dance those fingers were doing as they intricately plaited the golden locks when he heard
Thorin grumble at Fili, "Fil
A Normal NightRythian was on the hunt. He crept up the hall, careful to avoid the squeaking wooden boards, and slipped into the dinning room on silent feet. After inching his way to the table, he bent down and, with a flourish, whipped the tablecloth up.A Normal Night1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Ha!” he exclaimed, as he poked his head under the table “Got yo-“ He stopped as he realized that the space was empty except for a few dust bunnies and what looked like a half eaten carrot.
Stumped, he leaned back and allowed the cloth to fall back into place. As he did, he faintly heard a soft patter of running feet from the next room. With a grin, he dashed into the adjacent living room and caught the end of a brown braid disappearing behind the sofa.
“Oh dear,” he said, ever so casually, as he crept closer to the sofa “I do wonder where she could be hiding.”
The only reply was a faint giggle from the mysterious braided creature that had slipped behind the couch. Rythian
Simplicity [Zoethian]‘Do I love her?’Simplicity [Zoethian]1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The answer, even now, isn’t as simple as a yes or no.
Rythian watches as she shifts again, covers tangled around her legs, prosthetic strewn at an unnatural angle up against the enclosure’s wall. She’s moved it again and again trying to find a comfortable spot for the foreign appendage. Even in her sleep her body could tell that something wasn’t quite right. The thought makes him sick.
Even now, nearly a month after the incident, he still can’t shake the image of her as she fell from the sky in a streak of cloth and blood… He thought she was dead. How couldn’t she be, after an explosion like that? How wasn’t she charred and blackened and broiled, torn to shreds and scattered across the landscape, obliterated beyond recognition? How wasn’t she dead?
He actually has to touch her to prove this wasn’t a dream.
Zoeya shifts under his fingers. He sh
Dreams Loss… crippling loss…Dreams10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rythian sat up gasping in bed, his purple eyes adjusting to the darkness as his flanks heaved with each shuddering intake of breath. White knuckled he gripped the sheets with both hands, his head spinning as his brain tried to cope with what he had just seen. Spiraling down, down farther out of control; crashing and burning in a tailspin of utter despair.
The mage flinched violently away from the intrusion, his shoulders curling in to shield himself from view. A hand rested itself lightly on his arm, its warmth drawing him to look over at the girl who was staring so concernedly at him.
“Rythian, are you ok?”
His throat tightened as he looked into her blue eyes. “A dream.” The man rasped out. “Only a dream.”
It had been a while since he’d had one of those particular dreams, and every time they occurred he was left just as shaken as
Kairi Septim BioKairi Septim Bio3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Warning! Not Lore friendly!
Name: Princess Kairi Septim
Birthdate 11th of Sundusk 4E 183
When Kairi was 5 years old her uncle Tidus II killed her father and took possession of the throne. However Before her men could reach Kairi's Room, her guard was able to take her and escape the White-Gold Tower. During the next 14 years she was bounced from one Blades Sanctuary to another. Eventually ending up and Cloudruler Temple. During this time she met a man, his name was Rainer Sun-Fire. Kairi Felt she felt safe with him around and as time passed the two fell in love.
It was eventually discovered that Kairi was at Cloud Ruler and the Empire has his elite guard, the Penitus Oculatus to kill Kairi and destroy the temple. However she managed to escape through a series of tunnels and made it to the Pail Pass. For the first time she was truly alone, the last of the Blades including Rainer gave thei
Gallifreyan LullabyGallifreyan LullabyGallifreyan Lullaby4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Children of eternity
take me away
back to the red grass
and burnt orange sky
we'll climb Shada Mountain
you and I
Remember me to Gallifrey
with the love of both hearts combined
from rassilons tower
from the north to the south
living on there
'til the end of time
Here and Now “Papa!” The distressed cry rang through the forest, bouncing off tree limbs and reverberating through the gathering dusk. “Paaaaapaaaaa!!!!” Birds stirred in their nests at the forlorn call and settled more tightly on top of their nestlings, wild cattle raised their ears and lowed in uncertainty.Here and Now1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Only a few eyes spotted the small figure wandering through the brush. A human child, only about six or seven years old, was lost in the woods. Her hair was an earthy brown and hung mostly down to her shoulders, apart from the bangs that framed her frightened face and fell into icy blue eyes. The girl’s feet were bare, muddy and scraped, and her blue jumper was ripped in several places.
“Papa!” Emily sniffed and wiped her eyes on a grubby forearm. What had started as a fun game of hide and seek with her toddler brother, Joakim, had turned into a terrifying trek through the acres of woods that surrounded her house. Angrily the
The Second Time Around Rythian had thought that it would be easier the second time around.The Second Time Around1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
When Zoey had first mentioned the idea of children, they had been walking together in the forest. The sun had been shining, slanting through the branches and sending shafts of yellow down through the canopy to dapple the ground in front of them. A breeze had been blowing softly and stirring the leaves, and white clouds had scudded across the azure sky like little boats in an ocean. Rythian had been totally at ease walking with Zoey at his side, enjoying listening to her chatter.
“… and I really like this area we’re walking in and wouldn’t it be nice to have a house here? Hey, Rythian! We should build a house here!”
The enderborn had nodded, liking the idea. Their desert home was beginning to wear on him; the days were hot, the nights freezing, and sand got in absolutely everything. It would be nice to put his boots on in the morning without having to shake out
Lost and Found"Tell me again where we're going, lass?"Lost and Found2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Mrrsizha chuckled. "I never told you in the first place, Brynjolf." He grunted irritably in response and she shot him a grin over her shoulder. "You'll see."
He exhaled softly, an exasperated not-quite-sigh, but didn't push, and for that Mrrsizha was grateful. She hadn't told Brynjolf their destination for a reason: she didn't think he'd be very happy about it.
The Khajiit's ears perked as they rounded the cliff and she stopped short, holding up a hand. Brynjolf made a questioning sound, stopping just behind her. "Lass?"
"The lantern." Mrrsizha didn't carry a lantern--she didn't need one, even in the blackest of nights--but Brynjolf did, lacking her feline night-vision. Oh, he could see well enough in the dark--any thief worth their salt could--but he preferred not to impair his vision in the wilds, if he could help it. It was all too easy for Skyrim's wildlife to sneak up on you in the dark.
He didn't answer her, but after a moment the light fr
The Big Four: The Rise of the Darkness (Ch. 1)The Big Four: The Rise of the Darkness (Ch. 1)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
North was busy creating a new ice-train. Christmas was still a few months away, but then again he has to deliver millions of toys to billions of kids. Everything was going just right until, bang! His office door slammed open, making his new creation crumble in his hands. "Ack! My train!" North turned around to see one of his yeti workers, "Ah, my friend. What is the matter?" The yeti burst out a line of frantic grunts and groans. North knit his eyebrows, "The Globe?" He walked past the yeti and to the Globe. The Globe keeps record of children of the world that still Believed, bad or good or naughty or nice. The Guardian of Wonder let out a hardy laugh and said to his worried toy-maker, "It is fine! Nothing is wrong with the Globe. Everything is in order, sure a few lights went out but that happens every day. Some stop Believing as more Believers come." As he walked away, the yeti huffed and looked at the Globe again, its eyes widened at what it saw form on the globe. Quickly, the yeti
Sleepwalking (Zoethian One-shot)Rythian twisted and turned in his sleep as a sharp pain in his shoulder intensified more and more before finally breaking him from his slumber. The tired Mage looked up from his bed, growling quietly under his breath as he made out the form of Teep in the barley lite area standing next to him, poking Rythian's shoulder repeatedly with his sharp claws. Rythian pushed himself up, informing the Dinosaur that he was awake and to stop poking him. As Rythian sat up he finally realized that the double bed he was sitting on, normally occupied by two bodies, currently only held one.Sleepwalking (Zoethian One-shot)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
The Mage let out a tired sigh before looking back at the Dinosaur while asking, "Where is she, Tee?"
Teep turned and began walking back out into their desert base, heading towards the animal pens, Rythian following close behind. Approaching the dog houses, Rythian spotted something metallic shine in the moonlight, smiling to himself under his mask as they walked closer, spotting Zoey curled up next to Ghost Jr and W
Birth of the Dragon ElvesBirth of the Dragon Elves8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
In the beginning there was the void, where then entered the primordial forces order and chaos. From these came the divine spirits, the Aedra favoring order, and the Daedra favoring, in turn, Chaos. At great cost to the Aedra, Mundus was created. Mundus, the mortal realm, where the world of Nirn sits, and on it lays Tamriel, the great continent. From this land were birthed many races, notably the Mer, Elves, direct descendants from the Aedra. Men, made from the land itself, and the beast races, Khajit, the cat people of Elsweyr and Argonians, the lizard people of Black Marsh. As is the way, for thousands of years empires and kingdoms alike rose and fell, people who were one, divided and became many. Leaders ruled through greatness, sadness and sacrifice. There now sits a crumbling empire, and from it’s weakness arises the Aldimari Dominion. Ruled by the Altmer, high elves, believing it is their birthright, they seek to dominate all of Tamriel. But paltry are the ambitions of m
A Simple Thing“Goodnight Ryth.”A Simple Thing1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Goodnight Zoey, sleep tight.”
Rythian leaned over and sealed the door to their makeshift tent and lay back on his bed.
It was the first day since the nuke that he and Zoey had both slept in the same place, not counting the nights he had watching Zoey sleep as she healed, and the mage waited eagerly for a sound that he hadn’t heard in nearly a month.
He was soon rewarded with the heavy, warm sound of Zoey’s sleep breathing. A simple thing really, just her breathing, but one that he had waited so long to hear.
Ever since he and Zoey had joined forces and he had begun teaching her magic, they had always been close by when sleeping and Rythian had grown used to hearing the relaxing sound when he was falling asleep.
When Zoey had gone away the first time to save Tee, he had truly realized how much the sound comforted him and it had been that alone that had driven him to start using the guest room. He didn’t know why it soothed
Awoken Rythian had thought that he’d hit his lowest point when he and Zoey had been separated after he had yelled at her. The enderborn had paced the marble floors like a caged animal, slowly becoming more ghostlike with every passing day. He had been a plant without the sun, and the darkness had been made more sinister by the fact that he had known warmth and light. He had thought that it could never be worse than it had been back then.Awoken1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was wrong, this was so much worse.
“ZOEY!!!!!!” his voice was breaking as he screamed out for her, his violet eyes searching frantically among the ruins of what had been their home. Heat washed off of the crater in waves, making the air thick and difficult to breathe in; ash and debris were falling like poison rain.
Tee was scouring the ground for any sign of the girl they both loved, though in different ways. The dinosaur’s thick scaly skin protected him from the worst of the
Doctor Who jokesKnock knock.Doctor Who jokes3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Q: What happens when the headless monks leave banana peels on the floor?
A: Silence will fall
Q: How many Sontarans does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: None! Sontarans do not fear the dark!
Q: How many Time Lords does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Interference in the lighting practices of other cultures is strictly forbidden.
Q: How many cybermen does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: LIGHTBULBS ARE INELEGANT. THEY WILL BE UPGRADED.
Yo momma's so fat, the whole Slavine family could fit inside her at once
Yo momma's so fat, the cybermen upgraded her into a hot dog van
Yo momma's so fat, project indigo took her to an ice cream parlor
Yo momma's so fat, the Adipose consider her a natural resource
Yo momma's so fat, Captain Jack didn't try to flirt with her
Why did the chicken cross the road?
The tesselector: Our records office is sealed to the public. The chicken isn't guilty of anything.
River Song: Spoilers.
Little Talks Little TalksLittle Talks1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rythian now severely regretted the way that he tended to give into Zoey’s every whim. The request had seemed odd at first, but then she had pleaded with him until he had given into the demand.
Zoey had wanted to go back to Blackrock Hold without Ravs to look around. Just the two of them; she hadn’t even wanted their ever faithful dinosaur Tee to come along. Rythian had been apprehensive, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously as he tried his best not to look into Zoey’s pleading blue eyes.
“Come on, Rythian. Pleeaasse?” She had drawn the word out imploringly.” We won’t stay for long, I promise! I just sort of want to look around again because I feel so bad for leaving it li
Mass Effect: A Place Called HomeA Place Called Home:Mass Effect: A Place Called Home2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Shepard's eyes snapped open.
The Dreams. Those damn Dreams!
He pinched the bridge of his nose as he attempted to excise the memory of the child from his mind.
He was so tired. Always so tired.
There constantly seemed to be noise around him; demands made of him, decisions haunting him.
Now there were dreams that wouldn't leave him alone, as if the migraines weren't enough.
And despite EDI's insistence to the contrary, he still heard that damn buzzing sound in the Loft.
It had to be some wiring that some Alliance tech failed to secure when they were gutting the Normandy.
He heard Ashley stir beside him. Kissing her gently on the temple, he lay back down and stared out the Loft's upper porthole.
His mind flashed to Earth to the untold numbers of dead, or worse, and to the horrors that the still living were experiencing every moment.
He remembered what Mordin once said to him. Hard to imagine galaxy. Too many people. Faceless. Statistics. Easy to depersonalize. Goo
Battle RifleLooking back on it, they all could see it coming. Maybe not specifically what was coming, but they all knew it.Battle Rifle2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
CT seemed to know almost psychically that something was going to happen to Agent Washington. It could be said that she was just trying to warn everyone in the Project, and that her foreboding message was meant for them all. However, there was something about the fire in her eyes and the condescending tone in her voice that would make him think, looking back on it, that she truly was the prophetess of his doom. She left before she could actually witness the fall of those she at least suffered through trials with. She was never around to know how right she was. But her prophesies were spot on. Even before Wash had his AI.
Carolina knew something was up when he showed up late to an internals meeting. Actually, the fact that Wash showed up to any event less than five minutes early, not to mention late, was something unheard of. He rushed in, trying to get to
Minecraft: Universe (Timeline)4803 BE (Before Encounter): Dawn of Time. The End comes into existence, populated by roughly one thousand Endermen. Ender Crystals supply enough energy to support the small population.Minecraft: Universe (Timeline)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
4645 BE: Gravitite, a pink crystal, is discovered to be supporting the floating islands of the End. Mining is difficult, but leads to Endermen Industrial Revolution.
4644 BE: Obsidian created using gravitite-based transmutation process. The process is carried out again and again, creating many different substances.
4422 BE: The first flying machine is built by an Enderman inventor, which crashes on it maiden voyage.
4419 BE: The eighth prototype of flying machine, resembling a zeppelin, makes contact with a tribe of Endermen on another island. There is celebration among both groups, who now know they are not alone.
4391 BE: The Enderman High Council, three of the wisest Enders of the first generation, is set up to govern the burgeoning nation.
3651 BE: The
ME: the uses of heroesTitle: the uses of heroesME: the uses of heroes4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Game: Mass Effect
characters: Kaidan, Shepard, Joker
Disclaimer: If I owned Mass Effect things would be different.
"Did you know they used you in the recruitment ads?"
"Give me a minute."
"Okay." And Joker sat down next to one of the railings keeping the stars at bay and closed his eyes because he'd seen her too. He didn't need a second look.
Kaiden needed the second look. (He hadn't gotten it over Alchera, after all.) Joker watched Kaidan's boots walk away. Poor lovestruck biotic.
Not that it wasn't weird seeing her face up on that hologram, advertising Honor and Duty and the Alliance. Not that there wasn't something wrong about the fact that the recruiters were using her. She'd sold her body to t
Tennessee's Official Profile Part 1Setting: Pre Season 9 (Freelancer story)Tennessee's Official Profile Part 12 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Rosa Hargrove (Alias during Project Freelancer: Rosa Dalton)
Alias: Agent Tennessee
Appearance: At the height of five foot seven, Tennessee is an agile and graceful woman. She possess a very slender figure but is still formidable in combat nonetheless. To maintain her daintiness she has developed a strict workout regime, practicing her martial arts as well as weaponry skills whenever she possibly can. Because she is very light on her feet she excels in sneaking around during missions that calls for infiltration and spying.
Tennessee has a heart-shaped face and only smiles when she is content and relaxed. She has straight copper red shoulder length hair that falls down around two inches below her jawline. Her eyes are in the shape of almonds and they are the colour of sky blue. Like any other soldier she too has multiple of scars a faint one cutting through her ri
XCOM: Enemy Unknown: PrologueThe scout was small, a three-man craft. They were thrown out at likely locations by the hundreds, crewed by only the most common and least valued troops. The odds of one of them ever finding a viable target was near zero.XCOM: Enemy Unknown: Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Even a one in a million chance pays off sometimes.
The scout was damaged by a chance encounter with a rogue asteroid, only reawakening when it was caught in the gravity well of a planet. It was too late for the grav-wave engines to activate, so the revived crew desperately tapped at unresponsive controls as they plummeted through the atmosphere towards the deserts of New Mexico. They did not survive the landing.
Their last panicked signals drifted through space, taking fifty years to reach their destination. The leaders received the data and changed their heading, moving towards a small blue world. They activated their engines and were gone.
A single basic ship, shattered into ten thousand pieces by an impact that turned sand to glass. This was humanity's first cont
Call of Duty: Bullet PointsIt was a typical night in Afghanistan and by Afghanistan's standards, typical meant hotter than two rats fucking inside a wool sock and drier than an Arab's bath-mat.Call of Duty: Bullet Points2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was also eerily quiet. The silence was broken only by the faint crunch of booted feet on sun-baked ground as a company of Royal Marine Commandos consisting of three twelve-man teams picked their way cautiously towards their target which, in this case, was a small village on the outskirts of Helmand Province.
Truthfully, "village" was something of a generous overstatement. It was really little more than a collection of mud huts, surrounded by a low stone wall with occasional patches of shrubbery dotted sparsely about.
A few weeks ago it had housed several dozen small families; then the insurgents had come. They'd rousted the villagers out of their homes in the middle of the night at gunpoint, shooting anyone who resisted - and a couple who didn't, just to make an example of them - kidnapped the eldest boys