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King’s Conference Long ago, longer now than it seems before… Sharpening the machete, which had been passed down for generations in my family, near the forge was a great stress reliever, or time killer, for me. I was just relaxing near the heat of the Forge on a warm summer afternoon when a messenger came to me. He was a lean fair skinned young man with black hair and light brown eyes. “Good morrow Marcus.” He said huffing. “Efternuin.” I told the young man. “Message from King Raven for you.” “The King? What’s the old bloke want with me.” “His highness, would like an aud

Our very own Robin Hood Long ago longer now than it seems before… She raced over rooftops, through large crowds, in, and out of alleys, yet she never missed a beat. She was Jezebel, the girl with golden blonde hair, as curly and thick as a sheep’s fleece. She had a cute button nose, with scattered freckles all over her face, medium sized ears, a thin round face, undefined jaw line, and finally she had large bright blue eyes, that shown with a look of fierce determination, and defiance. She was as strong as any of the guards in the frozen wasteland city of Gaea, but she was faster, and more daring than any other warrior. She wore

Fireteam Crimson: Character Chart Lucas- Service tag 185. Branch: Spartan. Armor Detail: MJOLNIR Powered Assault Armor/Enforcer. Forearm armor: XV-27 Shifting. Leg armor: XG-89 Narrow. Visor color: Recruit. Primary armor color: Steel Secondary armor color: Blue Emblem detail: Background: Doused.  Color: Steel. Foreground: Wolf. Primary emblem color: Steel Secondary emblem color: Silver. Favorite Stance: Heroic. Favorite War Games: Regicide and Infinity Slayer. Appearance: Dark Tan [Romanian decent.], chestnut colored hair, 6, 7, Emerald colored eyes. Well-built body structure. Service Record- Unlike most children in the Spartan II program

In the beginning Long ago longer now than it seems before… It was a dark stormy night as the apothecary’s wooden banner flapped carelessly in the wind. A young man entered the shop, clutching his black hooded cloak close to his body. He wore old brown boots, stained with multiple mud and feces spots, blue pants with patches here and there, and a dark brown short sleeved shirt. He ran up to the desk and rang the bell frantically. “I’m coming, I’m coming. Keep your shirt on, boy!” The doctor said. “Apothecarist, do you have it?” The young man demanded. “I’m sorry my boy, but you fath

Crescent Prologue: I ran up to the prow of the old ship and leaped into the Louisiana swamp. After tonight the least of my problems was getting a little dirty in the cold water. I walked out of the bayou, and onto a New Orleans street, thank God it was 4 A.M. if anyone saw me covered in blood and mud… let’s just not think about that. It was an hour before I finally got to my home, and only a few groggy old people were getting their mail. I hope they didn’t notice me going in my window instead of my door, but I locked the door before we left and lost the key due to that… thing. By seven I was showered, and had a robe

An Everyday Occurrence I shit you not! There I was at the Hanged Man, calling for Wendy to give me a drink when she came in. She was a young woman no older than 21, but you could see the strength in her arms, and the cunning in her eyes. I hailed to her, “Good ma’am, would you care to sit?” Saying nothing she slumped on over, as Wendy gave us a drink. I passed it to her, and asked, “So how does a traveler like you end up here?” And she says, “It’s a long story, how long do you have?” “All night.” I tell her. ~~~~ Long ago longer now than it seems before… The thief with a cunni

It all started with…    The wards were cool that night Zosimus Ardell walked through a small alley way to get back to his apartment. It was then when he came across the Quarian getting mugged.          “AH!” Quarian hit the wall with a thud.        “Gimme everything you got or else!” The human put his fist up to the Quarian.        “Excuse me.” Zosimus called from behind the Human.        “What!?” He turned around and found himself face to barrel with a Predator Pistol.    “Why don’t you put the Quarian down and go home, kid?”    “Fuck it. This isn&rsq

Once, not so long ago. Definitely not longer now than it seems before, before there was a man. There was a boy, with silly little boy dreams and hopes. He believed so heartily that if he worked hard and he tried all with all his might that he would be able to be on the same ground as all those he admired. He dreamt of being a storyteller supreme and being heralded throughout the land. That’s what he did. He worked hard. Tirelessly, night after night. Looking up at the moon and dreaming wonderful dreams. Bit by bit, failure by failure, step by step he got there. He climbed the mountain and looked down to see how far he had come. He smile

He grips her firmly by her curves She caresses his coarse stubbly face Hold me close and Hold me fast He looks deeply into her ocean blue eyes She tilts her head ever so slightly This magic spell you cast He reaches over to his side He hands her a single red rose This is La Vie En Rose At a park he feeds her grapes She feeds him strawberries And when you kiss me heaven sighs She tilts her head ever so slightly He holds her chin in his fingers And though I close my eyes I see La Vie En Rose At their home they dance and sing He dips her back and the light ignites her features When you press me to your heart She holds him gently in her arms He c

 Prologue War. All this senseless killing for some land; it’s pitiful, honestly, I thought as I cut through another enemy. I was given some relief when reinforcements were sent my way, enough to think on my situation and the situation in general. War is the same no matter who is fighting even if it is werewolves and vampires. At least it is an unspoken rule not to transform in regular combat. Though some of the more bloodthirsty will ignore it and transform anyway, inevitably getting themselves killed.  I was broken from my thoughts when a lone transformed vampire broke through reinforcements and was on his way to crashing upon me. To