Part 2 - The RequestAuri took a slow breath, watching the shifting energy dance like birds on the breeze as she moved. Within her chest something writhed and twisted, thrashing against the cage of bone. Closing her eyes she pushed away the creeping sensations, the burning pain that seemed to come from her cheeks and settle in the depths of her eyes.Part 2 - The Request in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
No, not here she said silently. With every scrap of force she pushed the desire away. Finally the world shifted.
No one had witnessed her move never mind the subtle power play she had been forced to deal with just by taking hold of her swords.
All the audience saw was the two severed pike-heads laying beside her. The twin swords looked like an extension of her arms, their blades so sharp that the edges gleamed iridescent blue. Keen eyes within the audience saw something moving beneath the metal but could make out no shape or form.
The room was filled with hushed whispers.
Part 3 - The DungeonSardon Folt had always enjoyed his job. The power he held over these people while they were trapped in little cages at his mercy. He would starve them for days then carry food passed the cells and eat it in front of them. He loved to hear them crying and wailing desperately. Only the spoilt food or meagre scraps of meat still clinging to bone had been finally thrown to his charges.Part 3 - The Dungeon in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The people would huddle by the bars, wide frightened eyes and grubby skin. They watched him patrol the long corridor between the two rows of cells. When food was relinquished they fell on it like rats, hissing and spitting at each other.
That had changed four years ago when a young female prisoner was dragged down here and dumped in the furthest cell. The Dungeon Keeper had barely waited for the Quiene's personal guard to leave before heaving himself from his stool. Even the chipped tankard o
Part 1 - The SummonsThe messenger hovered at the doorway. Already he had hesitated too long but even at the Quiene's behest, he could not bring himself to knock. People did not visit this place, there were rumours that the building itself was seeped in magic. Something dark and twisted and corrupted living deep in the very walls. When the door suddenly swung inwards on its own, the willow-framed man almost wet himself.Part 1 - The Summons in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
No one stood on the other side. Only the flickering torches that circled the small chamber greeted him. Devilment he thought, clutching the scroll tightly to his chest. When nothing leapt out to devour him, the messenger drew up the last shreds of courage and stepped inside.
A door at the far end creaked slowly open. The cloaked figure paused in the archway as if allowing the visitor to notice them before stepping into the pale light. This gesture did not have the desired affect. Ev
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My DMPC will not be the party leader.
My DMPC will not be as important as the PCs.
My DMPC will be whatever the party needs them to be.
My DMPC's moods will not reflect my own.
My DMPC will be as much a slave to the Dice as the PCs are.
My DMPC can die.
My DMPC will not have all the solutions.
My DMPC will be underpowered.
My DMPC is not perfect.
My DMPC is a support character.
SkyA girl danced, twirling sunbeams around her waist on a meadow on the clouds that grew the tinkling snowbells of dreams. With her agile fingers, she wove wisps into seagull wings and set the birds diving down the sky with her laughter. Her bare feet sunk into the deep currents glittering mother-of-pearl and she breathed in rainbows in the shimmering water vapor and sung of cities of glass at the break of dawn.Sky in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
One day she stumbled and fell through towers of cumulus and cirrus tangled in her long, golden hair. Her white dress turned into reliefs of a thousand unknown worlds in the wind as she dove through the endless, lucid hues of azure and fell into a pool of silver gathered on top of storm clouds. Light splashed all over like a Sun playing hide-and-seek among the deep greys and turned into cursive letters expressing her delight.
Swans that sing songs of endless horizons rose like white arrows in the sky as the princess dove like a dolphin from a glowing stormcloud to another, her back
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Garethil nodded his head in understanding as the agitated woman spoke. He had tried to get a word in edgewise once or twice, but she spoke so rapidly, barely pausing for breath, that he had since contented himself with letting her ramble. He sighed inwardly at her request; as if he had time to go all the way out to Zul'Aman to search for some so-called buried treasure that may or may not even exist, not to mention dodging angry trolls the entire way. That sounded just like his idea of a pleasant excursion...
Looking at the woman near tears, he suddenly felt ashamed for his irritation. This artifact was said to have healing properties and if it could save her child, who was he to deny her that hope? How she had even heard about it was beyond him. He was a historian and an accomplished archaeologist and he had never caught wind of this item before. And she had come to him precisely because he was bo
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Chapter 7: I'm gonna find you like the awesome stalker I am!
~* Prussia's POV *~
"(NAAAAMMEEEEEE)!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I bolted out of my deep slumber screaming (Name)'s name.
Ludwig slammed the door open, his icy blue eyes panicked. "Bruder, what's the matter?"
A certain Austrian came in afterwards, his eyebrows furrowed with annoyance but sprinkled with a little worry. "Shut up, Gilbert. You're too loud!"
"(Name)?! Where is my (Name)?!" I yelled, throwing the blankets that were partly over me to the side of my bed. I frantically whipped my head from side to side as I sat up, hoping that she was just there in my room and all of that was nothing but a dream.
My brother rushed to my side and harshly gripped my shoulders. "Bruder, calm down!"
"Nein! I will not calm down! Where is (Naaameee)?!" I screamed and proceeded to stand. Ludwig pushed me down. We both struggled as we pushed each other.
’Freakin’ Germany! When’d he get so strong?!'</i>
"Gil, Stay CALM!"
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Ten thousand years was ample time to reflect on past mistakes and mend broken trust.
Or not, not when the individual still believed themselves justified in their deeds. Ahriman had denounced his exile centuries ago, preferring to call it a pursuit of arcane knowledge and understanding. One which lesser beings could not grasp, their feeble minds never looking beyond the next sunrise. He had travelled the length and breadth of the galaxy, across the five zones of the Segmentums, through the remnants of unnamed xenos civilizations. His eyes had born witness to countless conflicts, beholding feats where the mind could no longer comprehend and words paled. On planets where suns never rose and across realms of glass, the sorcerer uncovered primordial lore better left alone. Each piece was a part of the greater puzzle, the intricate tapestry which created and held the cosmos together, in comprehending the machinations of gods.
The orifkanos, acquired from the
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Red Leaks from Corners of Smiles
Marshall inhaled deeply, taking in as much of the early morning as he could, before having to hid away in his lair. His ax guitar was heavy on his shoulder, he longed for his bed.
He drifted in through his bedroom window, the owl he had sang to long gone. He leaned his ax against his desk then hovered above his bed, slowly falling to soft comfort. The jug of juice sat waiting for him on the table next to his bed. He unscrewed the cap and drank from it, paying no mind to juice that spilled from the corners of his mouth. P.G's blood had been, almost, as sweet.
A smile formed on Marshall's lips thinking back at how easy it was to play Gumball. His smile grew knowing that P.G would over think things and worry himself in circles; he was so young. Reasons like this was why Marshall liked sex with men best. It could be meaningless, it could be physical rather than all emotional.
Marshall threw the empty bottle across the room. He never underst
Opaque Seas of TransienceHeidrich walked briskly down the open hall, his feet echoing sibilant metallic notes between the polished steel support beams. He wasn't in any particular hurry, though his quick pace said other wise. He figured it was the many years spent living in this bustling city, running to and fro in the almost oppressive crowds, every single person he had ever met always in some kind of urgent hurry. He mentally berated himself for missing this opportunity and slowed to an even walk. The appointment was still a good thirty minutes away, it made no sense to run. Heidrich was determined to glean a small portent of unhurried peace before he found himself busy again.Opaque Seas of Transience in Short Stories More Like This
And, for but a few precious little minutes, he found his peace, and that made him happy. He had never really thought to stop and actually see what he saw every day. The thought had simply never occurred to him. And yet here he was, thirty long minutes away from a procedure that would change his, and humanity's, life for good, at perfec
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I know that many people doesn't believe in God, nor in Jesus Christ the God's lamb. You might not believe in what I'm going to write about, but I'm not writing to convince you but to share my testimony of the Lord. It is up to you to choose whether to believe in it or not.
Since I was little, I was a rebellious child. I enjoyed teasing my classmates, I even laughed along with my classmates at my best friend, I lied, stole things, all and all hideous stuffs that a bad kid would do. When I grew up to be a teenager, I was no better than when I was a kid. My temper got shorter and shorter as I spend my terrible years of highschool. I've been through a lot of horrible stuffs that I prefer not to talk about.
But somehow I did have hope in God, I always knew that someone who is very powerful controlling everything we do and anything that happens to us. I started to know about Jesus Christ when I came to Russia. I remember once, I watched a movie that was portraying the Passion of Christ. At t