CharHistory - Ash Tempestblade Asharnar Tempestblade grew up in a small tribal community of elves in the TempestForests. Sandwiched in the narrow space between two mountain ranges, the Tempest Forests were prone to wild storms. The tribal elves lived in makeshift camps of semipermanent huts designed to withstand the lesser storms, but to also be easily uprooted and moved out of the path of the most destructive tempests.Considered grossly uncivilised by the other races, the elves of the Tempest Forestswere highly cultured people; devoting their days to hunting, making leathers, singing, dancing, and martial arts. Their lives, however, were relatively simplistic ; rare
CharHistory - Ta Speed is prey’s truest friend. A perfect camouflage, an ideal hiding place, all of these will fail you. Behind the instinct to run is fear. Whispering in the ear of every hunted creature is the voice of survival, the voice of the beast, telling them to flee.BRITISH-CONTROLLED IRELANDTHE TIME OF THE DRUIDS…A child wanders in the forests. Dappled sunlight plays on the soft moss under her bare feet. The animals do not react to her presence; they have seen her here many times before and they are no longer scared of the little girl. It grows late. The child is lost. She is not afraid, the forest paths can be deceptive, she
Where Do Raindrops Go? I long to catch a raindropCradled in my palmTo shelter that little raindropA tiny storm becalmedAnd I would ask that raindropAbout his raindrop lifeDid he have a family?A little raindrop wife?"Oh tell me, little raindrop,"For what I want to know"Is where is it, little raindrop,"That little raindrops go?""When the rain has fallen,"Your descent down from the sky,"Is over and complete and"In the puddles you now lie,""And you are no longer rain,"Just water on the ground,"Tell me, little raindrop,"If noble death you found."
AngellWraith When did I learn to disappear?I am a wraith and silentAnd I've forgotten how to be hereNow that I want to be seenSlipping through my graspI'm trying to hold on to meTo stay and to be realTo be seen and to show youI am more than imaginationA legacy of words unsaidMy whispers on the airAnd you saw me slip away
A Valentine's Poem It was upon this very dayThe Evil Lord did sitPanthor at his feet did layIt was upon this very dayHe looked across the lands in dismayAnd his evil teeth did gritIt was upon this very dayThe Evil Lord did sitSomething strange was in the airSt Skeletor noted with disgustAcross all of Eternia fairSomething strange was in the airAs lovers did begin to pairExchanging tokens of their lustSomething strange was in the airSt Skeletor noted with disgustWhat utter commercial crapThe Lord of Destruction criedStriking a fist upon the mapWhat utter commercial crapHis evil hand cast a trapLovers everywhere choked an
A Poem The lightIt always fades to greyLike a winter sunWarmth so far awayThrough the dark clouds of my lifeI know light burns far awayThe warm rays reaching throughDazzling my tear-filled eyesThere is a world of rainbowsIf only I knew how to break outThis cage of aching fearIt has an open door.
Oh No Zombies Oh No! Zombies!A.M. HardingTHE WINDOWS OF THE SMALL BAR on Brunswick Street had been completely covered from the inside with newspapers and broken down cardboard boxes. Hand-painted signs had been haphazardly placed in view of passers-by, one jokingly offered booze in exchange for bullets. A poor exchange, in my opinion, you were going to need those bullets if this were really the zombie apocalypse; but alcohol would certainly be a valuable currency - when fiat currency wasn't worth anything anymore - I agreed with that much. Mock public service announcement posters, tie-ins from a recent game release, had been filled in by the Mana Bar's
A Heart A heart grown so cold with sorrow,It bleeds!It bleeds!Closely bound in white linens swathed,So tight!So tight!Hidden away from prying eyes,Not lost!Not lost!A heart refused the right to beat,Be still!Be still!In trying to stave off the pain,It waits!It waits!
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