Hey guys, don't catch the flu. It sucks! - PSA from your friendly neighborhood Targaryen
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Our father's were evil men, all of us. They left the world worse than they found it. We're not going to do that, we're going to leave the world better than we found it - Daenerys Targaryen
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Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow. - Edwin Way Teale
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Ever make a mistake so bad, that it hurts every time you just think of it? Ever wish you could go back in time and fix everything so you didn't hurt the one who matters most? Yeah, me too.
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Hail Hydra!
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Do not go gentle into that good night By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
With a groan, Jason pushed himself up, using his sword as a crutch as he shakily stood. His red eyes seemed to glow with a new intensity, as anger filled Jason's blood. A look in his eyes that only Vanessa would know."I for one, am not standing by while they turn Ansen against us. My bet is that Ansen is in that field. I'm going in there to kill those holding it up. If you hold it out here, I will probably need your help when the field comes down." He says to Feress in the group. Then turns to Vanessa. "You stay out here until the church comes down, I'm not having my best friend die on my watch. When the church is down it will destroy the holy magic. When the church is down, come join me. I will need another demon. Ensure Arya isn't hurt." Jason says and then walks towards the church, the cobblestones and gravestones from around the area began ripping themselves up and hurling themselves through the wooden walls, destroying the alter and bringing the building down. Jason advanced on the bubble ready to kill
Drake Baku said
yeah, only your char is allowed to know due to his pastand I dont mind of the 2 were to talk telepathically (trough normally they would need to be close enough, If the dragon or demon has an artifact to allow long range), just dont let her show for a good while, ok?
Alright. She was off hunting for food.
For an extended period of time xD. And they will communicate telepathically
Drake Baku said
hmmm....for both plot and OP reasons I would indeed say that you can increase the telekinetics and drop the dragon (for now)in the future it might be an option to reintroduce the dragon, so you dont have to change his past, a dragon is both OP but also tough to use considering the size of the creaturein the case you want to preserve the dragon for a future power-up (or at least for back ground story), then at least follow this rule: other creatures are not allowed to know that a dragon is sentient, keep this a secret at all timesif you do this, I think he will be accepted again
By no other creatures, do you mean others except for my character? Since the communication between them would be important. Alhough the Demon would keep the Dragon's secret
Jason saw the pulse of Darkness as it raced towards them, feeling Arya's hand on his shoukder at he same time. Reacting quickly he turned and yanked the girl behind him. Driving his sword into the ground in an effort to break the flow with his own power. But he failed, anf took the brunt of the charge, which ripped into him, and he asorbed the impact. Shielding Arya from any damage, alhough because of his past experience the shock was a more potent one to his body. He yelled out in pain, and his eyes rolled backwards in his head as he fell to his knees, then to the ground. Where he laid there, struggling to get up and groaning with each attempt as he fell back to the ground with tears in his eyes.
[center][b][u]Do not go gentle into that good night
By: Dylan Thomas[/u][/b]
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.[/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-u">Do not go gentle into that good night<br>By: Dylan Thomas</span></span><br><br>Do not go gentle into that good night,<br>Old age should burn and rave at close of day;<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Though wise men at their end know dark is right,<br>Because their words had forked no lightning they<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright<br>Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,<br>And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br><br>Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight<br>Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br><br>And you, my father, there on the sad height,<br>Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.<br>Do not go gentle into that good night.<br>Rage, rage against the dying of the light.</div></div>