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Stationary project I had to do for corporate class. We had to choose a famous dead person so I decided to do Bruce Lee, going back to my roots!

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Viking Sword by Fable Blades with Bronze by Jeffrey J Robinson
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Caleb ran his hand over Bracken's breastplate, examining its surface carefully as he examined it for damage. The tawny beast in question lay sprawled besides him. The griffin's blue eyes watched Caleb's motions intently, its head turning rapidly to follow even the slightest shift in its rider's body.
Bracken's beak lunged forward suddenly, pecking at Caleb as he adjusted the breastplate's straps.
"Here! Off ye great winged git!" Caleb snarled, throwing up his hand and grabbing the griffin by the beat. "The damned thing is loose ya fool, how're ye supposed to protect yer chest if ye've got a loose breast piece eh? Tell me that why dontcha."
The griffin chirped and warbled at him indignantly before settling into a low humming growl that emanated from its thick chest.
"Oh yer just sulking ye great oaf." Caleb replied tersely, rubbing Bracken between his ears affectionately. "It'll be alright, just ye watch."
Bracken chirped again and pulled his head away with a snort, turning back to poke at the meager portion of honeyed meat and seed that passed for his meal. He looked up at Caleb plaintively with a mournful growl. Caleb frowned fretfully and rubbed Bracken's frill of feathers affectionately.
"I'm sorry friend. Tis what we can afford fer the time being."
Bracken croaked and went back to his food. Caleb set aside the armor he'd been tending and retrieved his bags from their pegs on the wall. Things were bad. Bracken needed much more to sustain himself, however the funds were just not there any longer. Since the wars had ended there was no need for a warrior. Many were in his position, without a lord to take them into service and afford for them the means to support themselves. Caleb felt such times especially hard since he had Bracken to tend to as well. He'd stolen the griffin from his mother, being sure to leave meat for the remaining chicks, and then raised the fierce little male himself. It had been the raising of the griffin which had saved him first from a life as a tanner, and then a death in the infantry. Being a member of the cavalry, whether knight or soldier, was an auspicious and lauded position. However being a member of the riders was another thing altogether.
It afforded a certain rank to even those of the lowliest birth such as Caleb that elevated them above the rank and file soldier. However it did not protect them from peace. A knight could return to his estate, a soldier could not. All a soldier could do was hope that he still had a home and a family to return to. Caleb did not. His father had lashed his hide when he'd brought Bracken home. Caleb had taken the thrashing in silence, sheltering the griffin from his father's wrath until Bracken was old enough to first hunt for himself and then finally fly. They'd fled then, never to return. Looking back, Caleb had considered that perhaps he shouldn't have been so rash all those years ago. Watching Bracken eat now though, and all the times before when he'd questioned his choice, he found the griffin's beauty too great. They'd shared too much together in the years since he'd first gotten it into his head to steal Bracken from his mother. There would never be any going back.
"It is a shame," a woman's voice came from the entrance to the stable. Caleb's blade was drawn and at the ready. "that such a majestic creature must eat such scraps."
Caleb examined the woman with narrowed eyes. She wore an elegant green robe hemmed with silver threading and inlaid gold braiding. A noble or something equally silly he imagined.
"Who are ye?" he asked guardedly.
Bracken had stopped eating, his ears flat against his head and had risen to a crouch. The distance from the griffin to the woman was barely three men in length. A distance that Bracken could easily jump. If she was worried that she was within killing distance of the griffin, she gave no sign. Turning instead to address Caleb directly.
"I am told that you are a soldier with no means to support yourself."
Caleb did not move from his position, sword between himself and her. Behind him on the wall leaned his lance and other weapons. She seemed to be unarmed and there was no way that she could reach his own weapons. She was either very brave or very stupid. He would have to see which case held true.
When he did not reply to her statement, the woman turned back to Bracken, speaking softly in a tongue that Caleb did not recognize as she held out a hand towards the griffin. Bracken snorted and recoiled from her outstretched hand, hissing and expanding his chest in warning, fluffing out his feathers menacingly.
"I wouldn't be doing that." Caleb cautioned. "he doesn't take kindly ta strangers."
She inclined her head, reaching up and removing her hood. Long golden hair revealed the sharp features of an elf. A very pure elf from her appearance.
"I require a rider." she stated flatly, turning her green eyes to gaze at him. They were surprisingly piercing, commanding even.
"Yer lord requires a rider ye mean." Caleb growled. There was no way that an elf could be that finely adorned.
She smiled at him condescendingly. "No, I require a rider. No lord calls me his property."
"What need does an elf have fer a rider?"
She shrugged. "My reasons are mine alone human. Until you agree, I cannot tell you anything more than that I have need."
Caleb snorted, sheathing his sword and crossing to Bracken, stroking the griffin in an attempt to calm the irate beast. Bracken leaned against him as he ran his hand over the beast's shoulder blades soothingly.
"What are ye paying?"
"Well enough that your griffin will not go hungry again." she replied.
"I'm no in the mood fer yer coyness lass." he growled.
The corners of her mouth turned up at the corners in what appeared to be amusement. "No, I suppose not. Very well. There is an advancement of ten gold pieces with seven silver and five copper a week thereafter. More will be forthcoming depending on the length and result of your service."
Caleb's mind lit up at the sum. With that he could certainly afford to not only maintain the kit he currently had but also acquire new items that he would need; not to mention that Bracken would not need to go hungry for a while.
"Ye've got me attention lass. What's the job?"
"I am assembling a small cadre to accompany myself and my companions into the Oskillian Forest in north Vagre. Your duties will be as escort to myself and those with me."
"What are ye seeking in those wastes? There's nothing there."
"Oh there is." she replied. "We are seeking a High Elf ruin."
Caleb froze and looked at her, really looked at her. The expensive clothes, the noble bearing, the fact that she did not seem in the least bit cowed by the disparity in their race...and the strange words from before. He swore.
"Yer a damned wood elf."
Her face lit up with a smile, despite himself, Caleb couldn't deny the beauty in that expression.
"How very astute of you sir rider. Will that be a problem?"
"I am not in the service of brigands." snapped Caleb. "Deal's off."
She stiffened, her eyes narrowed into slits. "Do not cross me rider. I told you what the job is and knowing that I cannot allow you to walk freely. You and your griffin are contracted."
Caleb met her gaze. "Lass, I've seen things yer eyes would pop out at. Don't test me good temper."
"And don't underestimate mine." she replied. "You will regret it."
"Go back to yer cart lass." he said dismissively, turning away from her.
She spoke something in the strange tongue from before and Bracken shrieked, twisting and shriveling up in a ball and the straw floor. Caleb's heart stopped as he knelt besides the thrashing griffin.
"Calm down, Bracken be still, ye hurt boy?"
Bracken did not respond, instead he continued to twitch and cry in pain. Caleb rose, drawing his blade as he turned. The tip touched the throat of the wood elf, who tilted her head back to keep from losing her head.
"Undue it." he snarled.
"No."
He looked back at Bracken who let out a fresh agonized screech. He turned back to her, his face twisted in a mixture of fury and terror. There was a touch of desperation in his voice now.
"Undue it now or I slit yer throat."
"If you kill me," she said darkly. "Your griffin dies."
"What do ye want?"
"Your service." she stated flatly.
"Yehave it." he cried. "Undue it!"
She nodded and spoke in the tongue once more. Bracken stopped convulsing and uncurled, panting heavily as his chest heaved laboriously. Caleb dropped his blade and wrapped his arms around the griffin's neck, stroking the back of Bracken's head as he cradled the beast's head in his grip.
"Yer alright now, yer alright." he cooed soothingly.
"I have your service then?" asked the woman quietly.
He looked back at her, tears in his eyes though they blazed with hatred.
"Yes damn yer eyes."
"Good. If you try to disobey me or attempt to flee your griffin will die. I will remove the magic completely when your job is complete."
"Ye'd better hope yer not near me when that happens. I'll kill ye." he said.
She smiled at him. "It is good to see that you care for him so dearly. It means you will work well to keep him safe." she took a rolled parchment from her cloak and tossed it on the ground. "That is your contract...you can read I presume?"
"Enough." he replied, not taking the parchment.
"Good. Be ready at dawn tomorrow. I will expect to see you at the north gate."
She turned to leave. "What do I call ye, asides from bitch?" Caleb asked.
The elf froze, her body tight as she gazed over her shoulder at him indifferently. "Sheera." with that she replaced her hood and strode from the stable, leaving Caleb to tend to Bracken who was still whimpering pitiably as the griffin burrowed its head into Caleb's arms. For his part, Caleb held Bracken protectively, trying to provide the safety that his mount sought. He didn't understand magic, or wood elves, but he knew enough of each to know that Bracken's life would be forfeit if he wasn't standing ready at the city's north gate on the morrow. He reached down and took the parchment, unrolling it and scanning the ink. There were words he didn't recognize, but he deciphered enough to understand what it said. He was bound until released. He found the part that mentioned his pay and it was as stated. He shook his head, stroking Bracken as much for the beast's reassurance as his own. He'd wanted work. He had it. Gods help them both.
Just a little something I whipped up after viewing this piece:

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Thanks to sandara for letting me play.

Given that people seemed to like this bit, I am going to play with it as a proper story.

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The morning broke as it always did in this part of the world, slowly at first as the sun fought to rise above the low rolling hills and then poured down upon the sheltered depressions between them. Caleb's eyes opened slowly as he yawned mightily, stretching out his stiff joints. He lifted himself from Bracken who crooned softly as he lifted his head out from under his wing, clicking his beak and warbling a good morning.
"Good morinng to ye as well." Caleb said gruffly as he turned to stroke Bracken's mane.
The griffin clicked his beak and began to preen himself, cleaning away the morning dew clinging to his feathers as Caleb brought out his feed. Bracken set about eating eagerly as Caleb checked over their gear. He didn't expect any of their companions to have taken anything but old habits died hard.
"Good morning."
Caleb turned at Nil's voice to find the girl standing behind him smiling with her hands clasped behind her back.
"Good morning." he replied.
"Are you going to be flying this morning?" she asked eagerly.
Caleb smiled. "Nah, not yet. He needs to eat first and then let his stomach settle."
Nil seemed somewhat disappointed but recovered quickly.
"Won't you come join us? We're having breakfast."
Seeing that Bracken was still happily gorging himself, Caleb accepted the offer. He may not abide the notion of getting any closer to Sheera but the rest of their party certainly was worthy of his attention. Especially if, as he suspected, his life may depend upon it. Given what Sheera was, he imagined that she had no small number of enemies including but not limited to the Church itself. Since he was forced to associate with her for Bracken's sake, her enemies were now his and for whatever reason the rest of their party was along for the ride. He looked at Nil as they joined the others and wondered why the girl was here. That she held no love for the Church was obvious, but it just seemed strange for a simple entertainer to join in with someone as dangerous as Sheera.
As he sat down at the campfire and accepted a bowl of the thick meal stew that Nil handed him. He looked around at the others. Sheera sat quietly with Grimmel curled around her shoulders, the drake's eyes were lidded and Caleb could swear the little beast was purring. His gaze turned to Ikras, the big centaur nodded and continued eating. The minotaur made no move to acknowledge Caleb's presence as he ate and Ra'ma's attention was for her meal alone. Duulingknopf however was leering at Caleb in a manner that was all too disturbing to be comfortable so Caleb quickly looked elsewhere. So much for getting to know them.
He turned his attention to the meaty gruel in his bowl and began to eat. It wasn't the best fair he'd ever had but nor was it the worst. It was certainly filling if somewhat bland. Besides him, Nil produced a small vial from a pouch at her hip and poured some of its contents into her own meal. She looked up at him and offered up the vial.
"Honey?"
He nodded his thanks as he took the vial and let several drops of the sweet fluid fall into his meal. Ikras held out his hand.
"May I?"
Caleb looked to Nil who nodded with a smile. "Of course."
And so the vial of honey made the rounds around their stew pot, all but Ra'ma took some of the liquid until it reached Duulingknopf who sat and considered the vial for a long moment before his eyes widened and he puffed up like an irate bird.
"BEES!" he declared thunderously.
And with that, a swarm of the buzzing insects billowed forth from his ears and swarmed around his head angrily.
Caleb shouted in alarm and jumped back as Ra'ma hissed and leapt away from the gnome angrily. The minotaur and Ikras both bellowed their distress and backed away from the scene snorting in terror. Only Sheera and Nil seemed unaffected by the gnome's lunacy, remaining seated by the stew pot as if nothing was amiss. Grimmel rested atop Sheera's shoulder, snapping at the buzzing insects in annoyance but showing no real signs of alarm.
"Come on." Nil chided. "It's too early for that Master Duulingknopf."
Duulingknopf puffed up his beard which turned a vibrant shade of blue and then the bees all burst into rose petals which fluttered down to the ground lightly around where he sat. Caleb looked at his upended bowl and scowled. So much for finishing breakfast.
"I'll be taking Bracken ahead." he said in annoyance.
"Grimmel will accompany you." Sheera said as she continued to eat.
"As will I." Ikras said. "Anything to get away from the gnome."
Caleb couldn't hide his smile as he turned to go with the centaur in tow. It was nice to know he wasn't the only one who found the little midget annoying.
"You weren't going to leave without me, where you?" Nil chided as she joined them.
Caleb blinked. Truth be told he'd completely forgotten about her.
"No, never lass." he said quickly. "Come along."
She smiled at him coyly before looking up at Ikras.
"Are you going to fly too?"
The centaur snorted and tossed his head. "Centaurs do not fly."
He said this with such finality that Caleb couldn't help the memories as they flooded back to him from his childhood. They'd said a half-dwarf had no right to fly either. And yet he'd done so. He chuckled to himself as he remembered the shock that his rearing of Bracken had brought to his family. A tanner's son now a rider. Who'd have thought it?
Bracken had eaten his fill of his feed bag and was resting quietly, with his head between his taloned forepaws. His ears perked up and his blue gaze fixed upon Caleb expectantly as they rejoined him. Caleb checked the feed bag and nodded approvingly. Bracken hadn't eaten a full half of the bag yet. If Sheera was to be believed then their destination was only a handful of days distance by foot...though they'd need to leave the High Way soon to get there. The Miithra hadn't extended the road to the north, it only joined their four major cities, Narsum to the south of Iskander, Adiea to the northeast and beyond that The Compass and further Argolys. Their destination was in the joiner of the Brumrach Ranges and The Seven Gates.
What could possibly be in the Oskillian forest of interest to a thrice damned wood elf was beyond him. He'd grown up to the east of the forest, in the Free Holds where his parents yet lived. Perhaps once all this was over he'd return to them. It had been quite a time since he'd last been at home. He wondered if they'd still feel that he'd abandoned the family to become the rider he was now. Bah, it was a concern for another time. At the moment he had the immediate matter of deciding how best to deposit Nil so that she could ride with him.
Eventually it was decided that she'd ride atop Bracken in Caleb's saddle until Bracken was ready for flight. Then Caleb would have to strap her in just in front of the saddle. It wouldn't be comfortable but it was either that or have her sit atop Bracken's saddlebags and such would never do. The three of them walked for a time, Ikras playing on his pipes as Nil sang. Much to Caleb's surprise, Bracken actually joined in the tune, whistling along in as close a semblance of music as a griffin could manage. It was rather touching Caleb had to admit and despite the lack of conversation he felt closer to both of his companions. In fact if not for the annoying presence of Grimmel high overhead it might have made for a pleasant morning.
As it was, every time the shadow of the drake passed overhead Bracken would jerk his head around nervously despite the soothing music. Nil did her best to calm him but it was Caleb's gruff and gentle voice at his side which made him rest easy each time. Caleb wished he could take his sling and knock the vile little beast from the air but knew better than to risk provoking Sheera in such a manner. After a time Bracken began to grow restless, shaking his shoulders and haunches as he flexed his wings.
Caleb patted Bracken's flank as he looked up at Nil. "It's about that time lass."
Nil's face lit up brightly and she scooted forwards over the saddle's forward boarding as Caleb climbed into the saddle. He lengthened the straps and fixed him around her legs as he fitted his own feet into the stirrups. He'd ridden Bracken bareback on numerous occasions, especially when they were both younger, and had no fear of falling out. However Nil was another matter entirely. He'd never ridden with someone else, at least not anyone conscious. However he wasn't going to deny her the flight, he wasn't sure why, but he felt compelled to do so...it was a strange sensation and if he'd been more concerned about it he might have wondered at it.
Caleb looked to Ikras. "Will ye be well on yer own?"
Ikras nodded. "I have traveled the lands by myself before rider. I will wait here for the others and rejoin their company."
"Right then." Caleb said. "Bracken!"
The griffin let out a delighted cry and bounded forwards, his powerful muscles making Nil's added weight seemingly as naught as he leapt into the air and his wings beat furiously to gain altitude.
Nil shrieked as Bracken suddenly dropped like a stone, clinging to Caleb's armor as the griffin fell and then rose again before circling in an ever widening ascending circle. When they'd finally gained an altitude that Caleb was pleased with he gave Bracken his reins and let the griffin do as he pleased.
Nil for her part let go of Caleb with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to panic."
Caleb shook his head. "Is naught to be fearful of. Bracken and I won't let ye fall lass."
She nodded and looked around, her eyes widening in wonderment. "This is amazing."
"Aye, that it is."
"It's like I'm...free." Nil whispered quietly, looking out over the vast rolling hills and the scattered woods. "Like the entire world is at my fingertips."
"Aye." Caleb said heavily, she was saying almost exactly what he'd felt all those years ago when he'd first taken flight atop Bracken. The release from the ground was wondrous, though you had to conquer the fear at first and being a half-dwarf...well that fear was greater than most. Still he'd conquered it and the world had indeed become his. That was until he learned the grim realities of war. The wonder had gone out of the world to an extent then...but seeing Nil's excitement at the marvels of flight certainly served to warm his heart a good deal.
Grimmel swooped past Bracken then and the griffin hissed in annoyance, his beak clicking out a warning to the pseudo-drake. Caleb twitched, again wishing to take his sling and knock the annoying little lizard from the air.
"I don't think they like each other very much." Nil said with a slight smile.
"And with good reason." Caleb snapped. "Little bastard keeps provoking Bracken like that I won't be responsible for the results."
"Sheera said that he's poisonous though." Nil reminded him.
Caleb sighed in annoyance. "So she did. Oh well, it's a pleasant thought."
They stayed aloft for what must have been close to an hour before Nil tugged on his leg and pointed down towards the High Way, at the point where it peeled off to the east.
"What is that?"
Caleb focused his vision, squinting against the glare of the sun. Were those tents? He frowned and leaned back, rummaging in the small satchel attached to the backboard of the saddle. He produced a spyglass and popped it open, looking down at what appeared to be a campsite.
"We'd better be getting back to the others." he said quietly.
"Why? What's wrong?"
Caleb's eyes narrowed as he handed Nil the spyglass and took up Bracken's reins once more. He  wheeled the griffin around and headed back down the High Way.
"They're armed." he said in reply. "Heavily."
"Do you think they're a war party?" Nil asked, looking down behind them at the receding camp.
"Not here." Caleb replied. "Riders are among the first to be sought out for a war. They're bandits most like, probably soldiers like me without work."
"And so they camp by the High Way to extort travelers." Nil said quietly, her voice growing dark. "I hate that."
Caleb considered for a moment before nodding in agreement. He hated it too. Men like that gave the honest soldier a bad name. Still, he couldn't fault them for trying to make a living in these times. Peace was hard on everyone.
Finally another chapter for those who have been waiting for it. Will try to get the next one out as well relatively quickly but no promises.

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“You are sure of this?” Sheera asked with a scowl as she sat atop the wagon.
“I'm standing here telling ye such aren't I?” Caleb replied gruffly.
Sheera frowned and pursed her lip in annoyance as she glanced at Nil. “I assume you saw them as well?”
Nil shifted uncomfortably under the wood elf's  scrutiny. Caleb felt bad putting the girl on the spot but there was nothing for it.
“I'm not sure, I've never seen a bandit camp before, but they were heavily armed and hidden within a dell so they couldn't be seen from the High Way.”
Ikras looked towards Sheera dubiously. “It is possible, reports of banditry upon the High Way are not uncommon.”
Sheera sighed and turned, pulling up the flap for the wagon. “Ra'ma. Come.”
The nidracaal flowed out of the wagon, dropping to the ground and looking up at Sheera curiously with her shimmering yellow eyes.
“Yes lady-elf?”
Sheera glanced at Caleb. “How far down the road are they?”
Caleb closed his eyes, retracing the flight path in his mind's eye for a moment before coming to his conclusion.
“Three leagues.”
“Very well.” Sheera looked to Ra'ma. “Three leagues distant and to the west of the High Way is a dell with a camp in it. Seek it out and discern the nature of its occupants.”
Ra'ma nodded her assent and wordlessly started down the road, running as only a nidracaal could. It was not long before her lithe form vanished from view entirely. Caleb had seen nidracaal run before and knew that they could cover the distance of three leagues far faster than anything save perhaps a centaur or other hoofed creature. He never wanted to have one in pursuit of him, not without Bracken beneath him at any rate. The cats couldn't fly at least.
“Now what?” Ikras inquired.
The Minotaur snorted and sat down, crossing his massive arms over his chest and closing his eyes.
“He is right.” Sheera said simply. “We must wait.”
“Waiting waiting for bandit baiting.” hummed Duulingknopf to himself.
For once Caleb didn't think the gnome was completely stark raving mad, there was nothing else to be done for it. They stepped off the High Way and set up a small campsite and enjoyed a small lunch.
“Can't we eat anymore?” inquired Nil, brushing her hand through her hair as she looked down at the simple biscuits in her
Caleb shook his head. “Not before a fight.”
Ikras nodded in agreement. “You do not want to cramp up during battle.”
Nil snorted as she reached for more food. “As if I would ever fight, that's why all of you are here after all.”
Caleb watched as the girl gorged herself. “How can a dancer eat so much?”
She shrugged indifferently. “I don't know, guess I'm still growing because I've never had a problem staying thin.” her eyes flickered mischievously. “It's why I've been able to keep the men coming back, I never get sick, and I never get overweight.”
Caleb felt his face heat slightly and he looked away, coughing to cover his embarassment at the girl's candor. Ikras merely chuckled to himself and shook his head.
They waited for a time as the sun climbed higher in the sky. Caleb wondered if Ra'ma was safe, not that he had any particular attachment to the nidracaal but she was a member of this company and much as he might hate the circumstances of his admission into it, he did have a job to complete. He glanced at Sheera as the wood elf sat on the wagon stroking her blasted pet's wings. If he ever had the chance after Bracken's spell was lifted, he'd wring her neck.
“Such thoughts do not suit your heart.” whispered a soothing voice from behind.
Caleb shouted in alarm and leapt to his feet, drawing his sword in the process as Ikras and the Minotaur looked on indifferently.
Ra'ma stared at him for a moment as she uncoiled herself and strode past him seemingly without any intention of apologizing or elaborating on her statement as Caleb sheathed his blade haughtily.
“Damned cat.” he grumbled to himself as Nil giggled.
“Well?” Sheera prompted from atop her bench.
Ra'ma inclined her head. “It is as he says, bandits stalk the road ahead.”
“We should rid the world of their filth.” Ikras snarled.
“How many?” Sheera pressed.
“A no more than a score.” Ra'ma stated simply with a sinuous shrug of her shoulders. “They will pose some nuisance.”
Sheera grew quiet as she considered. “If we try to go around them we will have to go many leagues to ensure we are not spotted and we are few enough in number that they may think us a target worth attacking.” she smiled slightly, glancing at Caleb. “I think you may earn your keep today rider.”
Caleb's eyes narrowed. What did the bitch have in mind now?
“If you were to attack from the air,” Sheera said simply, nodding towards Ikras and the Minotaur. “Then perhaps Ikras and—“
“Ghastly ghosts!” exclaimed Duulingknopf suddenly. “Honking hooters!”
They all stopped and looked at the gnome in bewilderment as he began giggling uncontrolably.
Sheera sighed and looked to Nil. “Perhaps you could get some sense out of him?”
Nil shrugged. “I think he wants to play a trick on them.”
Duulingknopf cackled madly and spun in a circle, seeming to blur for a moment before elongating and growing in height until he stood well over Ikras. He stopped spinning and Caleb was takenaback to see a massive ogre standing in the gnome's place. As if that wasn't enough, the ogre began to multiply until there were seven of them standing before the party.
A slow, cruel smile spread across Sheera's face. “Oh? Now this is entertaining.”
“Make them quake, make them shake, their flesh and bones for us to bake!” the lead ogre chortled as the rest laughed.
Caleb stared in a mixture of horror and wonder at what the gnome had wrought. Just how powerful was the little bastard? And did the guilds know that there was a gnome who could do something so dangerous?
“Very well, we'll let our gnome play with our bandits while the rest of us proceed along the High Way.” Sheera glanced at the lead ogre. “I presume you can catch up with us?”
The ogre leered. “Sticks and stones and broken bones, we'll make them sing in ugly tones.”
Caleb winced at the awful ryhme and shook his head. Apparently no one else in the group saw anything wrong with unleashing a pack of magic spawned ogres on a band of brigands as a foul deed. He himself would rather have fought them straight then rely on this sorcery.
“Rider.” Sheera said quietly. “I still have a task for you.”
Caleb turned and look at her balefully as she continued.
“I want you to watch over Duulingknopf as he goes about his business. If he requires any help you will give it to him. Do I make myself clear?”
Caleb nodded solemnly. “It will be done.”
“Good.” she replied. “Everyone else, lets ready ourselves to travel once more and leave the bandits behind us.”
As the others readied to move again, the seven ogres plodded off at a loping run in the direction of the bandit's camp. Caleb for his part headed for Bracken, the griffin chirped and warbled questioningly, his feathers ruffling in a rippling progression along his back.
“Aye lad, we're going ta cause some trouble.” Caleb said as he checked his weapons to be assured of their readiness.
So satisfied he climbed up onto the griffin's back and a moment later they were once again in the air, circling high overhead and following the trail of the romping ogres below.
“I pity the poor fool that marks upon that lot.” Caleb grumbled.
Bracken warbled as if in agreement, crooning thoughtfully as Caleb stroked his ruff. It seemed that this journey would be nothing if not interesting. He could only hope that at the end of it all the conclusion would be simple enough.
Another chapter up and running, enjoy.
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Hey everyone,

So this is my 4th logo wall, I am not sure if I am improving. I see it in some of them and others not so much. Thanks for all the watchers, you are encouraging me to continue on!

-Alexandar
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This is the 3rd wall of logos I have, more to come.
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FULL VIEW, citizens!

Companion piece.
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FULL VIEW, citizens!

What if a fictional character was your client?

That was the idea behind this. The Joker needs promotional materials that will raise awareness about the grand gala he's hosting. He'll be unmasking Batman in front of the whole world. Gotham city would be littered with these posters.

The Joker also wants personalized VIP invitations for the rest of Batman's nemeses. I'll upload those later.
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In the zip file are 4 color variations (blue, red, gray, green) of my arise wallpaper. If you want other colors, just ask :)

You can find the original here: [link]
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Last recolor I did of my arise wallpaper (the original can be found here: [link] the no text version here: [link] and the other recolors here: [link] ). Was planning on having it for personal use, but I thought what the hell, I'll upload it. So, anyway, here it is.
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This pouch is completely handmade of 4 oz vegetable tanned leather. Everything you see is all hand tooled, the pouch is also hand-stitched. The famous "Winter is Coming" phrase was burned into the leather using a wood burning tool, I think it came out quite nicely. I also installed a metal swing clasp with antique finish to give an aged look to it. The belt loop riveted to the back has a snap fastener that fits any belt or strap size. The leather itself is very sturdy and fairly rigid with burnished edges and dyed with a dark brown antique dye to really bring out the details. I dragged the applicator across the leather to give it a wood grain look.
I used Super Sheen finish to protect the leather and make it water resistant.
If you're interested in purchasing this; here's my Etsy shop link:
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Do not steal, reuse or redistribute this image.

A Fire-lizard hatchling base I've made for growing adoptables.

DRoP species belong to the late Anne McCaffrey
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A Wher hatchling base I've made for growing adoptables.

DRoP species belong to the late Anne McCaffrey
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Some headshots ~EbonyPayne wanted made for some of her friends over on Vaioa weyr

Dragons all belong to their owners...

(From left to right)
Nemix's Eisenth
Cali's Nazacth
ChoCoaTheArT's Emanth
Fishy's Tytoth
Iradial's Endyrth
Contrition's Xakoeth
Niiku's Tanohth
cheddarness8's Syrth

Also, if any of you character owners have a DA account let me know and I'll put a link to your DA here instead of your forum name.
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