Rtron

Star Wars: Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Okkayy then.

Feral

Feral

wild-kitsune said
Pum is a strange and magical creature. Don't question the methods involved, just the results.

But I need to know! D:

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Freeshooter92 said
H-he's such a ... But he's old, almost fifteen. Today I sat with him for about an hour. He would always wag his tail and rub his head against me, but today he barely could. It... it looked like he kept trying to go to sleep...

For what it's worth, I'm sorry. Take all the time you need.

Feral

Pumirya said
It's a zombie...... Kill it!

Do you actively search for these pictures or do you just have them stored somewhere? :p

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

Dervish said
So, not much happened this week, eh?

BAH. Your little flaming sword couldn't even beat a man who is afraid of flames!

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Uicle

Uicle was walking the halls, ignoring anything bad that happened to him because of Aarem's curse, his mind turned inwards. He only barely noted that Gregor was dutifully following him around. Forty years. Forty years since he had rejected the service of Aarem, and not until this day had he had a 'relapse' so to speak. Oh, he had been sorely tempted, many times. But he had never truly fallen back into old habits, old skills, and old...tastes. Not until he had to deal with that Naga, that is. The only thing that had been different in that scenario was the fact that Xyden had tried to kill a child. A newborn. If Sam hadn't been there to stop him...Uicle shuddered to think of what state Xyden would have been in. And he had a large pool of memories to select from to give him a vivid imagination. And if Gregor hadn't been there to stop him from retaliating against Sam...it would have been a mess all around. Especially given that anniversary of Khan's twin brother was coming up, and the Esyire would have more stress and memories weighing on him than usual. It's interesting how easily we can become those things that we claim to despise. Uicle idly observed. He should know. He was like that for 160 years of his rather lengthy lifespan.

His forward motion was halted when he heard someone addressing him. Turning to gaze at Leith, he snapped in reply, "An acute observation. Tell me, what is one who notices such obscure and hidden things doing in a mage college and not by a king's side?" He paused, seeming to realize the irritated tone he had taken. A deep, and completely unnecessary, breath went through him. "I'm sorry. My day has...been bad."

Feral

Pumirya said
"This should help!"

That's terrifying for some strange reason.....

Also, that post took entirely too long, but I got it up.

Feral

Daren tilted his head, considering. On the one hand, he could go and see the latest inventions of war and combat. That would certainly promise to be interesting. After all, who wouldn't want to see what the best and greatest minds the Seraphim have to offer could create, especially given that they've magic as well. There would certainly be enough things there to keep him occupied, and he would get to see more of the city in the process. Always a plus, given that this city was one of the most well built, beautiful, and amazing architectural creation he had ever seen. Then again, he hadn't seen all that much in terms of great architectural building. A few houses that soon burned down all around him in his early life. Some stone buildings in the towns he visited. Then the huts of the wolf tribe. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more Daren realized that this was likely the first and only truly great city he was going to see. The city that was on top of a very high mountain with a very long way down to the bottom. On the other hand, he could go with an old man and listen to his stories. As if prodded forward by the familiarity, an old memory floated to the front of Daren's mind. Another old man, his eyes that sparked with good humor nearly lost in the wrinkles, telling him stories as he sat in front of him. The memory filled Daren with a warmth. It was a from a time when he knew he had people who loved him. However another memory soon took it's place.

That same old man, eyes glassed over with death, laying in front of the member of the mob who had killed him, while the fire raged all around. Daren shook himself, banishing that memory to the dark recesses of his mind. "Doubtless I'll see these new weapons, or better versions of them, sooner or later. But stories, ah, stories are a once in a lifetime opportunity. I'll take my chances with you."

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lucius Cypher said
Hey Rtron, did Athalus ever get the gifts Annabeth and Ssarak brought to them?

They're probably in the storage room with Mar somewhere.