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High War - Chapter 10.2
“So they've already been here.” Teal sounds like she expected this; she is leaning against the door frame in this inner office of the Temple and scowls as Bell nods. The Drunk sighs and takes a swig from his hip flask, Sorrow stands beside him saying nothing and Klax's eyes are wide in shock. “And how serious is the Count taking that threat?” Bell considers the question while sitting behind her desk and rolling a clear glass globe around in one hand.
“He has not called for the army, and to my knowledge they have not offered assistance. As you may know the Count is not well liked by the old money, nor does he much like them.”
Teal nods, “The King's Army and the Queen's Paladins will come in force to break a siege, or if called on when there is serious evidence of a threat. The Count should call for them, Goldenburg's strategic value is worth that.”
“As for the offer of magic items, that has brought every Damned mercenary and flea-bit
Pokemon: the Game - Chapter 5The sun peeks out from behind the disappearing clouds to strike the deep blue waters of Carp Bay to their left, all the way at the bottom of a sheer cliff, as well as Route 10's stony badlands to their right. “So the thought occurs to me that none a you folk have explained why y'all are following me.” Clay's loosely phrased question goes unanswered as he rustles up a large wet loogie and spits it to the side of the trail; he nearly hits Zack's running shoes, the energetic boy is running back and forth to jump atop each small boulder they pass and scan the horizon, Slakoth taking the whole wild ride with his usual calm. “Now I don't mind company a course, more the merrier, but this is like traveling with a circus.”
Rae runs behind Zack laughing and shouting encouragements, “Climb that one, climb that one!” Zack pretends not to hear her, though he does jut out his chin in a dramatic fashion while scanning each new view.
Clay nods once, “There ain
High War - Chapter 10.1
There is no second floor to this building surrounded by a garden of waist-high silver-leaf bushes, or shoulder-high for a Small Folk. There couldn't be; the walls are of stone up to a point just above a tall human's head, and from there upward as much glass has been used as architecturally possible to let every drop of golden sunlight down through to the insides. The sounds of the city hush as the four enter the garden, Teal now walking close beside the Drunk as he follows Klax. Teal still has her visor down and her movements are stiff and mechanical, she seems to be following the Drunk and nothing more. Rolf and Sorrow follow behind, the tall merchant's eyes are centered on Teal and glum, while the teen's eyes keep watch in every direction. Two young female priests, one a half-human whose blue flecks encircle her head like a circlet, the other a thin Small Folk taller than most, run toward Klax from pruning the silver-leaf bushes. Sorrow takes a dagger from his belt and moves to inter
The Story - Artist's BlockWhat is artist's block? Not some psychic stranglehold on an artist's creativity that comes and goes of its own malicious will, that's magical thinking. Such an affliction can and does exist though, and perhaps thinking of it as an affliction will help. Think of artist's block as a kind of sickness or disease, meaning that it has both an initial stage of infection that everyone gets, and also a self-perpetuating stage that is more severe and harder to get rid of. Untreated it might even lead to death … though, only of the artist's creativity. After all, anyone can create art, but the lifelong artists are those who overcome the many road blocks and divergent paths along the way. Artist's block is simply one of those obstacles, and education about the illness can help us avoid it.
The infection stage is any occurrence where an artist feels disinclined to create. Perhaps they had a bad day and don't feel like doing much of anything, we all have days like this. Or they happen to be u
Monthly Webcomics - Volume 6Crossworlds
by Thomas and Darin
You'd think there was a ban on older characters playing the part of the protagonist from how little they are seen in fiction. Every hero of destiny apparently has to be some strapping young lad with a big sword and too much time on his hands, who soon has a romantic interest to pursue after she gets kidnapped by an older male figure with an even bigger sword and even more time on his hands. Stories like that are why we have the phrase, “Freud would have a field day with this.” But the point is that we want conflicted heroes, and no one seems more conflicted than a teenager rife with hormones and just starting to acquire the responsibilities and powers of an adult. Any younger and they wouldn't have the power to act on their crazy dramatic plans, any older and they might have some measure of drama-killing control over their hormones. Heroes tend to be young because they know what they want but not how to get it, which is exact
High War - Chapter 9.3
The golden gate hunched below this span of giant gold wall is manned by three guards wearing ragtag chain and plate armor with only a few bits of gold trim, their captain wearing a real gold chain around her neck to show she is of higher rank. A fourth guard can be spotted peering out from an arrow slit halfway up the wall and he is the one who calls out a warning to those below.
“Group approaching, several wearing cloaks.” The two junior guards below take ready positions, their hands clamped to their silver lances. “Group of six or maybe seven … yes, seven, three of them are short as Small Folk. Cloak colors are two of mixed browns and one white. The rest wear armor or clothes.”
The captain turns to her junior guards, “Relax a little. Remember, stay limber and ready to move.” The two nod, and she calls up to the watching guard, “Keep the reports coming.”
“No obvious weapons, I think one of the brown cloaks has a crossbow. On
Pokemon: the Game - Chapter 4The sign board and its cheery Ponyta mascot welcome all to the town of Vitalian; the population count stays at 418 as Clay and Cid pass by, but a smaller display underneath labeled Visitors goes up by two just before going down by one, to end up at 12.
Clay snorts like a sarcastic old man, “Looks like someone left as we arrived girl. They must'ave smelled me coming.” He tips back his hat and spits, gazing out over the endless landscape of identical plain white houses, tidy lawns and white picket fences. “Or you,” he adds with a little less bluster. “When's the last time you washed that wool blanket?”
“It's my robe of evil power!” she whines. She looks tired enough to fall over dead, and the heat inside her cloak can't be helping. “If I wash it I'll lose all the mystic power tied to it!”
“Huh.” Clay looks around but there doesn't seem to be anyone out this early in the morning, though in the distance he spots a hove
High War - Chapter 9.2
Klax walks along the dirt road with a happy swing to his step, a smile never far from his lips, “And after he secluded the two honeymooners in a private pumpkin suite for my request, Jack and I stayed up for quite a while after talking about Light and His mysteries. Being a spirit he has some very unique views, and while he did not take away my faith like he had joked, he did indeed take away my fear.” Klax laughs at his own observation; the Drunk chuckles from the mouth of his silver hip flask while taking a generous swig and Sorrow nods in agreement.
“The fey spirits do not lie mister Klax, but they do stretch the truth. Speaking together may be what he meant by take away your fear, and speaking about Light may be what he meant by take away your faith.”
“Aye lad, never forget that a host can and will perform requests that are not asked for, if they see the request as good for you.” The Drunk looks to the sky, “Why, I once stopped in a fey gar
Pokemon: the Game - Chapter 3Zack stares at the gleaming tickets, wondering for a moment what adventures they could hold … then laughs and tosses them up in the air. “What game? I've never heard of it and if it's not gonna make me a better athlete then I don't care!” He picks up Slakoth and places him back in his usual resting place, “That battle was awesome Slakoth, I wish I could have seen the end!” Slakoth turns tail, opens up Zack's backpack and hides inside with a worried look, his head emerging after a moment wrapped in an old yellow blanket. “Hey, you won, right? What's up Slakoth?”
The unnamed Trainer was staring at the tickets as they fluttered down to the ground, and now nods approvingly, “Throwing those away is probably for the best, smells like a trap. Oh, and Rae, could you … ?” He gestures to Zack's Slakoth, “Um, tell it the facts of life I guess.” Rae nods very seriously and runs over to stand behind Zack where she brings her
Final Fantasy vs PokemonFinal Fantasy vs Pokemon
NOTES: My first writing piece to compare huge RPG series. This writing is just a opinion-based, so don’t go mad if the valids are wrong, even if you are wrong. Anyways, hope you enjoy.
What can I say? Final Fantasy and Pokemon are very great RPG series, Final Fantasy focuses on “console gaming” and Pokemon focuses on “portable gaming.” Even though you look outside the box, of course, these franchises target different audiences, but you cannot deny that they’re pretty much the king of RPGs since the 80s and 90s. No, let’s not talk about what’s “today,” let’s pretend that this is somewhere 1990 when the SNES, PlayStation, and Game Boy were born.
Obviously, they were both thought out perfectly well. But which one is the “better” and “superior” series in these two legendary franchises? Well, let’s dive in to find out to Final Fantasy vs Pokemon.
First Performance The curtain rises.
The theatre was dark.
Not a sound could be head.
All the souls were calm.
They all waited for the stage light to come on. And then, there she was. Dressed in a gown as fine as Belle's Yellow ball gown. But the color was a beautiful silk lilac color. Her matching lilac silk gloves held the instrument with such love and careful grace. Strumming the chords with excellent grace as the song was played with pure love. Her head was tilted downward so she could concentrate and pour every ounce of her sad and yet pure emotions into her fingers to fill the theatre with lovely music. She played letting her audience know how she felt that day playing her beautiful music for the not only the thousands of guests in the theater, but also for the whole world to hear.
They all gasped as they heard... no... felt... the sadness coming from her playing. the light shone just right That it made the tears falling down her cheeks look as if she were
Skyrim the Dovawolf 's chronicles. Part 8 eng.We went to the foot of the mountain . . . 7000 steps, a pilgrimage that many Nordic did. . . Just before climbing the stairs , a dealer asked us to carry a bag of food to the gray beards . It would have the merit of helping the world. . .
We started our ascent a strange stone monument caught my attention. . . It was an emblem that told the story of Mundus . . .
" Before the birth of men , the Dragons ruled all Mundus Their words were the Thu'um , and they spoke only for real needs. The power of their voice could darken the sky and move the Earth. "
Interesting. . . He must have similar thereto monuments dotting the way. . .
Another climb and some wolves killed later. . . We found a second emblem. . .
"Men appeared and propagated over the entire Mundus . Dragons remained strong , men were weak and did not master the Voice. "
Dragons were hence Mundus before men, but today. . . They are only legends. . . May be another stele we say. . .
Our ascent was accompanied by a few deer, but we di
Frank Iero X Reader (Part One)~Your POV~
BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! Your alarm clock went, another crappy day at school, well at least you had art! Rutgers University you attended, not a fan but at least you had a education instead of not having one, but in any case you rolled over your side and punched the alarm clock, "Stupid alarm" i muttered to your self. You sat up and stretched your arms and then relaxed "Stupid, stupid alarm clock!" you continued to mutter, you moved your legs to hang off the bed and then stood up "Ugh..." you sighed, Mondays were always the worse for you, and as your alarm clocks time was wrong you were up a a hour early, 6:00 am.
You sighed and dragged yourself to the bathroom to have a shower after a long night of light drinking.
Once finished you stepped out the shower and headed back into your room to grab your clothes, once dressed you passed your parents bedroom and headed downstairs, bored and currently alone you walked into the kitchen to grab some
Skyrim: Les chroniques du Dovawolf. Part 8. FrNous sommes allés au pied de la montagne. . . Les 7000 marches, un pèlerinage que nombre de nordiques ont fait. . . Juste avant de gravir ces marches, un marchand nous a demandé de porter un sac de vivres au grises barbes. Ça aurait le mérite d'aider du monde. . .
Nous avions commencé notre ascension qu'un étrange monument de pierre attira mon attention. . . Il s'agissait d'un emblème qui contait l'histoire de Mundus. . .
"Avant la naissance des Hommes, les Dragons régnaient sur tout Mundus, Leurs paroles était le Thu'um, et ils parlaient uniquement pour les besoins réels. La puissance de leur voix pouvait assombrir le Ciel et remuer la Terre."
Intéressant. . . Il devait avoir des monuments semblables à celui-ci qui parsemaient le chemin. . .
Une autre ascension et quelques loups tués plus tard. . . Nous avions trouvé un deuxième emblème. . .
"Les Hommes apparurent et
THE VALVE opening sequenceFade in-TITLE #1-This is a DAWN production
Instant Fade In- the letters VHS on top of the word Play can be seen on the top right corner of the screen. The way it looks so far seems like we’re going to watch a tape. The camera than instantly turns on in front of a happy looking tour guide man, giving us the feeling this video is pre-recorded. This sequence is in live action before we get into the animation.
Hello future resident. Perhaps you’re wondering what’s
going to happen to the world around
us, after the apocalypse comes. Will you
wish you drop dead, be a carcass,
and maybe get fear into your adrenaline?
(laughs) Well, shut down those thoughts!
The camera instantly zooms out to show a huge black dome, as high as a skyscraper, and as wide as… well… this dome is fucking big enough the rest of it can’t fit the res
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