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Brirabeth: Ep4 - Lair of the flaming breathScroll IV
Lair of the flaming breath
Erion had a strong feeling his final battle was nigh once he heard Lord Rithedir describe Deadeye, the dragon of Mount Scaleburn. He was unsure if he was ready to face the vicious dragon. Erion did not want to sacrifice himself, yet knew he would be looked up to among the peoples of Brirabeth if he succeeded in killing Deadeye. This was the most powerful creature Erion was ever to face, and it was hard for him to acknowledge this. But nevertheless, he had to take the task.
The next morning, the company was leaving Casthor, to head off to Mount Scaleburn and recover the Dragonstone. As they strolled away from the keep, Erion noticed Rithedir on the balcony. “Farewell, Erion!” Rithedir exclaimed. “I pray that you return alive!”
Erion waved back. “Don't worry! I’ll be fine!”
But as Erion said this, he still felt worry. “I mustn't stand down. I mustn’t stand
Brirabeth: Ep3 - Home of the elvesScroll III
Home of the elves
“Wake up, me lads!” Huffey exclaimed, shaking the red blanket over Magon.
Magon sprung up. He woke up to see a dwarf's face and the sunlight from the window. “Tell me Huffey, Why did you have to wake me up this early in the morning?”
“Because I’m a dwarf! What de ye' expect?!” Huffey replied.
Magon let out a long, jolly laugh. "Oh, Huffey."
“Waking others early is natural for us dwarves. However, I do it solely for excitement, other dwarves want gold. Most are jealous of our king anyway!”
“You come up with the best ones, Huffey.” Magon remarked.
"Eh, that's natural too." Huffey said.
Everyone else woke up, and soon, they ate their breakfast and werepreparing their equipment. This was a going to be a long way to go, and there were forces there like no other force the party had faced so far. So they made su
Age range: Adult
Powers: High alcohol tolerance
Weapons: Hands, feet
Original character: Yes
Paomi's father came from a long line of fishermen, most known for bringing in large catches to keep the village fed and profitable. Her father wanted nothing more than a strong, strapping son to one day take the wheel of his boat and carry on the family legacy (this was also his only motivation for finding a wife, as he'd typically viewed women as useless). He would be most displeased at the birth of his daughter, and would name her Paomi, as it was a word his family used on days they'd return from the waters with no catch (essentially naming his daughter "unprofitable" or "waste of time).
Paomi was hated by her father. He'd attempted to raise her to be boylike, but he could not suppress her girliness nor make her enjoy fishing, which she didn't. And so he
“And Seth hit with another German Suplex!” Cole yelled, while Brock Lesnar was taunting and his advocate Paul Heyman put up six fingers, indicating that this was the 6th German Suplex that Seth was a victim of. Brock slapped a grounded Seth in the face before picking him up for the F-5.
“Oh my God Cole, Seth might be going for a ride,” Coachman said, as Brock smirked at the audience, with Seth still limp in his arms.
“This may be the last hurrah for the Kingslayer here in the main event of Summerslam,” Corey said. Brock was about to hit the F-5, but Seth was able to escape, and put Brock in a ripcord position, before hitting the Kingslayer Knee on Brock.
“Seth able to counter the F-5, and I don’t think he’s done yet!” Michael yelled, as Seth ran across the ring, and hit Lesnar with a Curb Stomp.
“That Curb Stomp may allow Seth to get the title!” Corey exclaimed, before Seth went for the pin on Lesna
Concrete Jungles chapter 28: Rescue in Fire*Liliana's POV*
A half hour ago, I had woken up tied up in a study. Tied up with a cloth over my mouth. I looked around the study, finding books on world domination with a familiar signature. This was Shamel's private study and these were his books scattered around the room. Fifteen minutes later, I came face to face with the father of the aeroic fae that attempted to possess me in my coma state and the mastermind behind stealing the chest, Lord Sethos informing me that me, Nathan my beloved, and our group are doomed in two hours time in the destruction of his palace on his command. The worst part, he plans on opening the chest and revealing its secrets and answers to the world. My screams were muffled as I protested his scheme. He says this is to also avenge Shamel's death as it was us who destroyed him with his sword and in turn, transforming into the Spirit Sword, found a new owner in me. I thrust at my restrains after he left and locked the door behind him after his l
A Micro Aggression...Decided I'd go ahead and make my latest profile addition another upload. I felt as though some things about me needed to be better clarified on my page. Here goes...
On another subject, I am going to speak of what I would normally consider to be a very private, personal matter. I have a same sex orientation, or in the words of modern liberal society, I am “gay.” However, I completely reject the label out of my disdain towards the idea of basing my identity off something like my sexuality. This is just one of the many reasons I take issue with the LGBT institution. I choose to identify as a man, and I am perfectly content with that being the only thing people see when they look at me which is why I don’t go around waving rainbow flags or involve myself with “pride parades.”
And this leads me to discuss yet another part of myself. Yes, I am a Christian. I ascribe to the Christian faith, and try to live my life off the teachings of Paul and Christ.
... what if ...I was so afraid of losing you, because I knew if this would happen,
I would lose my best friend, my soul mate, my smile, my heart.
I was so afraid of losing you, because before my heart saw yours
I had forgotten how to smile, how to live, how beautiful it could be to feel.
I was so afraid of losing you, because you brought the color
back into my life of black and white, you brought hope, hope for a little bit of magic.
I was so afraid of losing you
– and yet that's exactly what happened –
and all that remained were open questions.
Was it all just a game to you?
All the things I wrote you, did they actually mean something to you
or were they just good enough for a laugh with your mates?
Wasn't I even worth a goodbye?
Would things have turned out differently if I had done just one thing different,
said something different or been a little less like, you know, a little less like me?
Can you imagine what it's like when all that remains is waiting and wondering
how it fee