He is a short man, lithe and something speaks of rodents when it comes to his build and the pinched features of his face.  His face, the true masterpiece of the Gentry that will always remind him of where he had been far more than the twisting scars across his body, the rippling of strange muscles that do not match with human anatomy, and the ( Read more... )

    Isaiah Tombs walks among the quiet workshop.  All of his commissions were finished and shipped out.  The loose ends were all slowly being tied up.  The Arrow sighs, looking upon the few things he had set aside.  He places the first small statue upon the anvil of his forge and brings his hammer down with all of his might, crushing it.  Tombs' ( Read more... )

    Isaiah closes his blood red eyes as he sits against the wall of his shop. She was similar to him in lifestyle, but what made him pity her was the fact much of what she did was born of blindness where his was from denial. Tombs sighs as he removes from his pocket the bullet she had fired at him. He felt pity for her and even worry and a slight ( Read more... )

     The Moros sits on the empty bed, looking over the letter once more.  She had left sometime in the night while he was in his father's abandoned workshop.  Tombs shakes his head.  One more person he couldn't save.  The Obrimos deserved someone wiser to find her, someone who could help her see.  Instead, he had found her in the same cemetery ( Read more... )

    Brendan had left Keldry perhaps a little over a year ago as a bastard exiled from the house of the man he thought his father.  He had traveled far and wide seeking the man his womaned loved, his true father.  Brendan sought the man known as Saul who had been a duelist of some fame and had last been seen headed to the isle of Arinth ( Read more... )

give me your opinions on the following concepts, true believers ( Read more... )

The Tale of Ethan Rhinehart

In a city of cinnabar, a woman with tiger eyes took what was left of my life.  For that, for all of the sorrow that followed in her wake, I will kill her and all of her kind.  I swear this on my sword, the only thing I can trust anymore.

At this late hour of the watch, I, Ethan Rhinehart, will set to paper ( Read more... )

Other Land by Blind Guardian

They rule the land
They're in command
They all the strings in hand
They are invisible
Out of sight
They've designed
A secret place
To play their games
A world, they're in control
Divine law
Divine law
Be aware
Now
Mind your steps
We are uninvited guests,
They may find and catch us
Don't forget
Do what I say
Now connect
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    On a totally OOC note, I am thinking about the new wod changeling that will eventually come out this year and will hopefully not suck. I really hope that it will not suck, but it could easily become the new Forsaken. I accept this grim possibility ( Read more... )

    When I spent time among the mariners of Portugal, I learned a word unique to their language alone. It is the only word of their language the fog of ages has not taken from me.   The  word is saundade, and it  is described as nostalgia, but sadder.  It is the hopeless hope for the return of something Reason and even Instinct tells you shall not ( Read more... )