Thon'il the Hundred Legged crawled up the side of a particularly thick flower stem. Despite its girth, it still bent slightly at the weight of the massive insectoid. “Blasted plantses, not strong enough for Thon'il,” he hissed out under his breath. The spines of his many legs gripped the stem enough to create slight punctures. Falling was something Thon'il was not particularly fond of. He made a point to avoid it. Upon cresting the flower, Thon'il was met with a blast of sunlight. He clicked ...
In a tunnel of light, she found her brow furrowing Recollections of past met with reality of present The dazzling wellsprings of Titania’s many eyes aglow Tears rolling down her face like a branching stream Recollections of a past not her own Reality of a present she would soon lose Legendary tales, crushing realizations A weapon reborn, an incorporeal killer of light Unearthed from a planet long forgotten Dark lie the corners of the universe Darker still will the universe soon be Stars abound in the ...
This may well be my final entry in this journal, for after many long years and numerous delves into the forsaken burrows of this land, I have found it! Korzahn’s infamous Lightscourge. I had never truly believed the legends – after all, they sounded completely loony – but as I stood before the dias which held the blade, I finally understood. It was just as the tales described it: a weapon borne of shadow that feasts on light. The room in which it sat was encircled by luminous sconces ...
Plastic Souls Tiberius awoke to the sound of shouting. He strained his ears against the howling wind. “We… There… Get him out… The soul… Cut the base…” None of the words made sense on their own. Much to his chagrin, Tiberius’s eyes refused to open. He was confined to understanding the world via sound alone. Beyond the wind and the voices, he heard footsteps. Hasty footsteps crunching through… through what, he couldn’t tell. But he knew ...
[WP] The world is plunged into chaos as the last of the superheroes is slain. A new team arrives to save the day, but their powers are unorthodox, and they call themselves “The Useful Useless.” Loose fabric flapped in the wind as Trigger ran along the outer wall of the fortress. “Sometimes I really wish I'd gotten control over sewing machines or something…” Her poorly fitted outfit was a constant source of disappointment for her. She'd designed it herself, after all. The ...
Beneath a canopy of trees – deep within a forest not marked on any map – leaves crunched loudly under steel boots. On a day like this, the forest would normally be alight with the melodic sounds of its many varied denizens. Gone were the rich songs born from the beaks of many colored birds. Missing, the playful pitter-patter of small feet as critters scurried among branches. Not even the insects could be heard, upturning the soil to renew the ground. No, on this day, there was only the heavy ...
Ciraas stood at the black gates of the Necropolis, taking a moment to stop and question if this was really the right thing for her to do. She'd messed up, yes, but servitude to the Lich King? Perhaps there was another way… “No,” she thought to herself. This was it. This was how she'd learn to control the powers she found herself with; the powers she didn’t know well enough to save her father. The 14 year old halfing was far too short to reach the unhinged jaw that served as a ...
Cruek stood by the flowing water, using his scooper to drink from it a scoop at a time. The sun sat high over head. The temperature was warm and the air heavy. The ground beneath his feet crunched with each minor move he made, the grass not surviving long enough to remain green. It was truly a beautiful day. When his mouth no longer felt dry, the rugged dwarf placed his scooper in the leather loop at his belt and turned away from the water. His armor – itself made of scoopers – glinted in the ...
“Come on you orc fuck, you're slowin' us down!” Xarvir’s shrill voice pierced Jemm'bo’s ears despite the hushed tone he spoke in. The tiefling had a wild grin on his face as he messed with his comrade. Of course, slow and steady was often the best way to handle these sorts of missions. They both knew that. But that wouldn’t stop Xarvir from giving his old friend a hard time. With a swift movement Jemm'bo rolled in front of Xarvir, a hand placed to the sheath at his side to ...
The princess sat on her throne, a look of deep contemplation resting on her face. She was so lost in thought, the scurrying steps of her forward scout completely evaded her attention. “M'lady, it grows closer.” The lithe young man said nervously. Princess Airabella placed a hand gently on the man’s shoulder, “I know Bernard… I know… Thank you for relaying your report, you are dismissed for today. Go try to relax for the night, okay?” A soft smile broke through ...