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.
Slypheed said
Bu..that was the reason I made Pix, to have a untrustworthy character in the group who is easily turned with bribes and what not o 3o(Also, why the RP not moving? It's not my fault this time ._.)
But Vanessa has orders from Jason to come after him once he brings down the temple to help with the darkness bubble.
Jason nodded back at the girl, then as the sand wall dropped he thrust his hands towards the enemies. "Sand Coffin" He said as the sand wrapped itself around all the enemies. Not allowing them to move. The urgals and dark elves were soon begging for their lives, offering information and anything to survive. A normal rider would have let them go, but Jason closed his fist. "Sand Burial!" And the sand coffins tightened, blood exploded out as they died. Though one sand moutain exploded back open as the shade came out.
"Shukaku Sand Shield!" Came the sound of Jason's voice from behind Echo, instantly sand leaped up in a sphere around her much like it had for him earlier, the dull sound of arrows from the ambush hitting the shell echoed inside of it. It was obvious Jason had justave her from and ambush
Jason listened to the girl. "They killed my friends here. They will not survive." He said, as his sand shield disappeared and the sand returned to his gourd. Then he knelt down and felt the ground himself. It was too wet. He woudn't be able to grind it up to create sand. Jason was stuck with only what he had in the gourd on his back for now. That was plenty. He could kill them easily enough
"So the enemy is here. Guess we will have to deal with them. Atalantia, they're all yours." Jason says, and the black dragon looks up and lets a loud roar escape her mouth as fire left her mouth and covered the urgals who were being held in the air by Echo's magic. "They can't survive that." Jason said as he watched that.
Suddenly a black arrow flew towards Jason, the top to his gourd popped off and out came a wall of sand which intercepted the Arrrow. Jason turned slowly towards his attacker, only to see the dead bodies of the former inhabitants of he village lying dead while 20 plus urgals aimed their arrows at him, and the dragons. A few let loose eary towards Jason, and the sand formed a sphere around him, where hrough a small crack the boy could be seen standing inside.
Jason approached the town slowly, something was off. There were no fires going in the fireplaces, and nobody was moving about in thier house. It seemed wrong. Atalantia, sensing the boy's feelings went into a more defensive mode and began scanning the perimeter.
"Yes, the Dwarves wandering through told me that you had left in search of me. So it seems like the time has come for us to join forces and fight the enemy that killed the great and powerful Eragon. Before that, I wish to check on the town, its awfully quiet even for a day like this." Jason says to the girl and begins walking towards the town without another word, as he turned, the gourd on his back could be easily seen. Which would most likey raise questions, since so few others carried gourds like Jason did.
[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>