The smell of herbs and tea were heavy in the air as Dan stepped into Mabel's house behind Gram. He sniffed a few times; chamomile and lavender, orange peel and chicory. The smell alone was enough to...
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The smell of herbs and tea were heavy in the air as Dan stepped into Mabel's house behind Gram. He sniffed a few times; chamomile and lavender, orange peel and chicory. The smell alone was enough to...
Despite the dwarf's warm ups, Dan made no attempts to brandish a weapon, or even adjust his footing. Instead, he reached over, and shook the limp, empty sleeve of his coat, knocking snow free, then...
Desperate whispers in his head told him to rush out into the snow, to dig it up, throw it around, find the bottle. But common sense told him it was gone. It was most likely shattered, its contents...
Six Months Later
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"You pathetic shit." Dan stared out of his pitch black window into the eyes of the skinless dog-thing, the orbs in its sickeningly glistening face so much darker than the...
The first thread I wrote with Godhand. The first Cell, and the very first iteration of the FQ, waaay back. When I read Elrundir the elf fight a super saiyan. The first time I ever was awarded with a...
As they moved into the treeline behind their cabins, Salvar's brief break crumpled as thick snowflakes began to fall. They fell between the tree limbs, gathering on the shoulders of his cloak, and...
I wasn't here for this, but I resolved to get a car, learn how to drive a standard, drop weight, write again, and start drinking again.
So far, all good. I've dropped about forty five pounds since...
For perhaps no more than an hour, it was not snowing in Salvar. As they walked down into Geflen itself, Dan looked up at the drab, subdued sun, surrounded by thick gray clouds, as far as the eye...
The tapping woke him long before he opened his eyes. Steady and unrelenting, four rapid fire taps, a pause, then four rapid taps...it went on and on, reminding him of some solemn war drum. A beat...
Dan: "I want to impale you, violently. With my meat."
I only came back for Darkthanas
Chris Tucker.
'Not dead.' Consciousness came back as swiftly as a scraped match bursting into bright yellow flame. Though instinct demanded he lunge forward, fly into a tornado of violence, he ignored his...
Dan Lagh'ratham had always had a difficult time being concerned about his own mortality. Name the punishment and the injury, and he'd taken it. He remembered a time where he'd had to cram his...
The war was winding to a close, and the only true obstacle that remained to him was Godhand Striker. The pugilist, the mook, the thug with a face no mother could love - and his oldest friend, the...
"It's Saraelian." Dan looked at the bird-woman, then to the page in his hand, and finally down to the pistol still clutched in his fist. After a moment's hesitation, his face twisting in a rare...
I am really sorry guys, I got slammed with overtime, I'll be posting tonight though!
He'd found the first page shortly after he'd crossed the border of the Tular Plains. The unofficial border, that was. The smattering of patchy forests and weedy grass fields of the outlands had died...
Sounds great to me bud, it's edited in. Any other issues aside from the convoluted history?
I've honestly never thought about it. Do you have a suggestion for an acceptable range?
Name: Dan Lagh'ratham
Aliases/Nicknames: The Red Beast
Age: 41
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 215 lbs.
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Right - Gray, Left - icy blue and azure
Occupation: Slayer, hunter,...