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Arkaden Tarnet. The capital of Arkaden Dividre, home of the Mages Council, and contains a plethora of races and species.  Earthborns were not common visitors in the capital, and Toana was fully aware of this fact. Stepping off her ship, the Burning Phoenix, she checked the bracer on her forearm, pushing a couple of buttons. It was her first visit, and having a map would be handy.  However, she didn't take two steps before running into a hunk of muscle, breaking her from her thoughts. "Hey, kid! Who did you steal that from?" Pulling herself from the man, she saw an orc and a drow in what vaguely resembled law enforcement, and not the kind, g

As Rappy made her way home, she felt slightly relieved – she hadn't exactly heard the kindest rumours about Hale, so to walk away from their fight without a scratch was a bonus. However, the way she talked about Toao, had her uneasy. What did he do to anger her so much? "Dangit, Toao…What are you up to?" Wishing she knew where he was, Rappy looked up at her door, having her wish granted instantly, although not in the best way. Sitting passed out on her steps was Toana, several wounds across her body, her clothes showing signs of battle. Cursing under her breath, the matriarchal Sauroblood ran the remaining distance, lifting the te

It was a clear, cold night on top of the garage near the Arena. There was no sound, except for the exhausted grunts of application coming from one of the ships parked there. The man tossed the wrench away, satisfied that his addition to the machine was on tight. “There…that gets the sensors range increased…” Stretching, yawning rather loudly, he lay on his back on the roof of the interstellar beauty, rubbing his eyes. His sleep had been less than good lately, his mind filled with not so much nightmares, more…jumbled images. Sitting up, he looked upwards, as if directing his speech and thoughts to someone unseen. &#

The rooms silence is worse than a thousand boos People tell me I've won, yet the signs say I lose Surronded by people who will forget me after all is said and done The majority of this life will be a party of one Hideous beasts surface, their misdeeds forgotten The fables they spin will forever smell rotten Surpressing rage as I'm told to forgive Never, I say, as long as I live Some may call me pessimistic, others may call me a cynic I may even hold more rage than an internet critic I dismiss these labels, although they aren't far from being true I prefer passionate and realistic, but there's no difference between the two I'll run

Outside, the clouds loom a dark, angry grey It seems to echo my feelings about travelling this day. Going to bed early, awake before four, Still bleary eyed as I rush out the door Travelling solo, an ocean seperating me from home, The worry in my reflection from the gleaming chrome. Many tips given, wanted or not Breathing heavily as my stomach ties into a tight knot Going through security, being as I can My shoes set off an alarm, got groped by a large hairy man Gawking at the price of airport food, my eyes open wide A pound twenty for a small bottle of juice, I nearly cried! Sitting bored out of my mind, waiting for the gate, I

Deep down in the Louisiana swamp, There is a girl who is a nice person to glomp. Rosy red lips and piercing eyes of gold With a shining, toothy smile that never grows old. With muscles of a warrior and the mind of a mage, There is not a power that can contain her primal rage. With a severe addiction to Mr. Pibb She cares deeply for all her babes in every single crib. Able to read her family and friends like a book, She produces art that’s always worth a look. Her craziness and silliness knows no end, Her morals and ideals, she will fight to defend She has a wit as sharp as her sword, Most people flee when she mentions she

Chapter Six – Calm before the Storm Seeing no need to hide, Dagfari walked beside the cart, as Hale lay resting inside it, still recovering from being attacked by the troll. It was approaching evening, as they finally reached Grimint – however, it could have been Alfgrid all over again, as there was not a soul to be seen in the village, the foul stench of blood reaching their nostrils. “Have they all been slaughtered?” Dagfari did not want to answer his friend’s question, because both answers led to bad scenarios – none which Dagfari wanted to allow to enter his mind. The silence was pressing onto their ears,

You have managed to invade my mind, Making yourself home within my dreams. You were stunning, yet you were also kind, Your hair flowing like the fastest streams. We were good friends, me and you, Talking, laughing – we seemed to be without a care. You always knew what I should do, You gave the best hugs, tighter than a bear. There was never the right time to show you how much you meant to me, There was always that something making it really hard. If I wanted to look you in the eye, I would have had to knelt down onto one knee, You were small, skinny and petite whereas I was a big old tub of lard. We always seemed to be so nea

There is a legend of a warrior passed through time and space, One who is determined to be proud of her race. With the power of Lightning guiding her through her quest Until the job is done, she shall not rest. She has hair like a rainbow, eyes a soothing blend of green and blue, Her skin a lovely orange hue Capable of playing a two player game by herself, Her four arms more useful than cleaning the top shelf. Able to multi-task, get through work twice as fast, Able to make a buffet not last A kind-hearted soul who cares deeply for her loved ones, She has a weakness for a fresh Hubu bun. She has more weapons than an armoury, She h