Dale put down the brush and gently touched the warhorse on its neck. Even the delicate attention given in smoothing its black silk coat was hardly enough to still its nerves. Steel shod hooves...
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Dale put down the brush and gently touched the warhorse on its neck. Even the delicate attention given in smoothing its black silk coat was hardly enough to still its nerves. Steel shod hooves...
“Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.” Dale muttered to himself with a smirk. Even with the grievous gash across his leg, the loss of his sword, and the hazardous conditions he was...
A vignette style thread would be interesting for the Bazaar idea. I think we could do that pretty well. Maybe post up a few items every few weeks for characters to join in the hunt in their own...
Hmm... The thread would be in a fort north of Radasanth. The idea for the thread is that the traitor is locked up, but has an escape idea from the nearly impossible to escape prison. Players would...
Happy Birthday man! Make it a good one!
The Scarlet Brigade
The Coalition brought in necromancers to change the once famous into the infamous. With the help of the mages of rot and ruin, the proud warriors accepted or were forced to...
“What are we doing here?” Dale whispered his question to the soldier that had discovered him – Sergeant Erranth. The man’s wary stance declared his uneasiness at the androids presence. He was...
Welcome to the site!
Welcome to the party! Good to have new faces on the site and I look forward to seeing your writing develop as you go. Don't get discouraged with the language differences, the staff here is plenty...
I'll just keep my "cheeseburger" cat avatar... lol
Another fork of lighting raced across the sky, flicking its brilliant light across the dismal battlefield. It was accompanied immediately by the peal of its companion. The pair played their...
Water dripped from head to toe off the android. His hat was bending with the permeation, when it wasn’t flapping with the wind. This was the elemental forces of nature at work, attempting to...
“Immediately,” Jacamar said with another knuckled rap on the desk. “We are nearing mid-day, and can send out the vanguard of troops now while the dragons speed ahead of them to gather intelligence. ...
The howl of the approaching rain was like the rumble of a train, sheets of it drove towards the two from behind the mill. The wall of water overtook both of them suddenly. Flashes of lightning...
The acuity of the young man, Ozoric, was obvious. He had grandeur plans, a battleground in which to ply them, and the ideology of the Drakenguard to make them more than a dream. Past experiences of...
Just a note: your ability, Boundary of Here and There, is what I’m assuming that you are using in order to open a rift between yourself and Dale. This split is coming from a place that is nowhere...
Dale wandered from the shoddy tents of the Shadowed Company around the outskirts of the 3rd Batallion’s camp. In the early morning the movements of the army were slow and lethargic, but with the...
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Roses that are going on the following sugar skull for a tattoo
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The sketch of the sugar skull that I'm drawing, not the way it'll look like finalized.
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This is the new uniform for C.A.F. that Dale's wearing.
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What the hand crossbows look like.
I'm down either way. No worries.
I can almost see this a sci-fi version of Althanas, an off-shoot site. I'd actually probably prefer it to the medieval site. Haha
The laden clouds rolled in quickly, bringing with them the hum of distant rain. Dale snuck a look beyond his opponent. Long arms of the windmill began to turn a little faster as the sudden gusts...
“Citadel League?” Dale was looking into the light hazel eyes of a wire-framed monk. His brown robes were fairly loose about his body, well-kept and arranged meticulously. He was smiling at the...
The bolt, so accurately aimed and positioned for a lethal opening shot, sped through the air. The twirling field-point head of the projectile glinted even in the faded light slipping through thick...
“I’d hardly say dwindling,” O’Doul grunted under his breath. It was hardly an attempt at a whisper, and the harsh tone by which it came offered a wake of tense silence. The Knight-Commander...