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Giant: Humanity's Mortal EnemyGiant
Humanity's mortal enemy, generations have come and gone of those who could've told you how it happened, but it was the Giants who chased humanity into the Eldwood, the only place even the Giants wouldn't brave. From time to time the giants will undertake campaigns into the forest though, in an effort to stamp humanity out for good, but usually they send their minions to do the work. Giants appear themselves when all other options have failed, and they appear heavily armored and armed to the teeth.
Damage: Giant Steel Sword 24 (32 if Two Handed)
Equipment: Giant Sized Full Metal Armor (Damage Reduction 16)
Born: Half-GiantBorn: Half-Giant
(Can Only be taken at Character Creation)
Half-Giants are the product of selective breeding between Giants and Humans to make a more effective slave race. All half-giants currently alive were born in captivity. Half-Giant slaves are bred by Giants to be servents and shock-troops against the world’s lesser races. A rare (and brave) few have escapaed to the Eldwood, in hopes of finding freedom from their masters, and perhaps companionship among the humans.
Muscles of Chiseled Stone: Even half giant young are as fit and strong as their human counterparts. After purchasing your character’s stats, add 4 to Body (maximum may still not go above 12).
Sins of the Father: Half-Giants have trouble finding trust among Humanity, because of this, Half-Giants start with no population(but may lead village jobs, by “borrowing” another player character’s leadership.)
You know what they say about Big Hands: Half-Giants are twice as big as normal Human
Blackrock Prison BluesConvicted and Sentenced of a heinous crime, at the summit of Blackrock mountain you stand, looking down into a great dark pit. You stand chained to other men as a Guard captain reads from the scroll,
"By order of the King, For your crimes against the crown and the citizens of the land, you have been sentenced to life in Blackrock Prison, until you shall die, or are able to escape through the prison gates at the mountain's base."
Your ears perk up at the sound, your chance of freedom! The captain rolls the scroll and tucks it into his belt, and nods to the men flanking you, "Cast them in"
One of the men seize you by the arm as your group is led to the edge at spear point, he leers at you through a mouth of blackened teeth
"We'll be waitin' for ye' at the gates, don't you worry. We'll have a celebration planned for when ye' make it.", the other men begin to laugh as he finishes "After all, you'll be the first!" With a rough shove one of your number is for
Teo TorriatteTeo Torriatte
Warnings: Light T-cest.
Characters(Main): Michelangelo, Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael.
Let us cling together as the years go by,
Oh my love, my love.
“Don’t go, Leo,” Michelangelo whispered as he wrapped his arms around Leonardo’s neck, pulling the larger turtle down closer to him. Mikey hid his face in his mate’s neck. Leo closed his eyes and returned the strong embrace, nuzzling the side of Mikey’s head with his beak.
“I have no choice, Mikey. I can’t dishonor Master Splinter, I must go train as he orders. It’s only for a couple of months, Mikey. I’ll be back soon, I promise,” Leo tried to explain, but he knew it would not stop the young turtle’s tears. Leo kissed the top of Mikey’s head, causing Mikey to whimper and his arms tightened around Leo’s neck. Leo gently patted Mikey’s back, trying to sooth him
Onyx's Choice: Start
Part 1 (Start)
Work has become increasingly hard to come by. Most cities and city-states have enough willing bodies and readily turn away individuals like yourself; but Stonebridge has proven itself to be different, to be ready and able to take on new artisans to fuel its booming economy.
Unfortunately, “artisan” implies some form of skilled labor. Untrained and inexperienced, you have only one career path available to you – one that those of your disposition have inherited generation after generation: mercenary work. It doesn’t take much to lob a sword at someone; and by the same logic, it takes an equally low about of training to lob a sword at something.
Kelly, the Lord of Stonebridge, singled you out personally with an assignment the moment you passed through the gates. The details were unquestionably vague: there was a creature that lived a few miles west of the city that was causing problems for the populace. For all he told you it could be a rabid
Tainted Love: Chapter 3
Chapter 3: Opening Up
Warnings: Light T-cest.
Universe: AU - Angels and Demons.
Characters(Main): Demon Leonardo, Angel Michelangelo, Demon Usagi.
Very little was said between the two turtles. Neither one of them knew what to say or do. They shared small smiles and gestures, letting each other know that they were comfortable but still a little unsure. Leonardo wanted nothing more than to apologize for his actions last night, while Michelangelo thought of every question he wanted to ask Leo.
They hadn’t moved since Mikey woke up. Leo was still sitting on the bed next to Mikey, leaning back against the headboard of the bed, his legs stretched out in front of him in a relaxing manner. Mikey was also leaning up against the headboard, his lower half still hiding under the covers and Leo’s shirt wrapped around him, keeping him nice and warm.
Mikey’s eyes widened as he heard Leo inhale d
Toon link x Reader Would you, maybe, like me?
Would you, maybe, like me?
Link belongs to Nintendo. You belong to you.
"Hoooyyy!! (Your name)-chan! Wait up!" A higher, chirpy sort of voice met your ears. Turning, you looked down to see none other than Toon Link, or Linkie as you internally called him, face plant into your thigh and stumble backwards. "Oof!" He mumbled, falling onto his butt. "H-hey, kid." You mumbled, glancing to the side a little. Standing up, the boy, who was surprisingly your age, grinned. "What're you doing today? I thought we could go watch Kargoraks or something -- Oh wait, never mind, I forgot I got rid of all of them! They can't steal your lunch money anymore!" He chirped once more, blushing a little. Driving a species, no matter it's intent, to extinction wasn't exactly… alluring. "G-Gee, thanks I guess. Sorry, I'm busy today. See ya, kid." You said, turning and walking away
Summary of EncephalonWAYWARD CITY-
sky: the darkest of red with jet black clouds. night and day are no different. the only weather change is when it rains... if it rains, you better stay in your house, especially if you're an Other.
rain: appears to be blood, which isn't uncommon in the city, but the rain is a sign of danger. if it starts to rain, get inside a building and lock AND block all entrances and windows, especially if you're an Other (as mentioned above). the reason is, when it rains, it summons a swarm of very strange and frightening spirits unlike anyone has ever seen. they're called collectors, and are said to come from hell itself. they wear black cloaks, resembling dementors from harry potter, except they can only hover a few inches off the ground. their hoods never come down, and you never see their faces. however, when close to its prey, incredibly long silver hair snakes out from beneath the hood and slowly flows toward the victim. if touched, the victim will be tangled in the hair, and t
Dark!Russia x Kidnapped!reader"Sunflower….Where have you gone?" You clasp a hand over your mouth trying desperately to silence your ragged breathing, as if even the smallest breath were to escape your lips, your location would be given away.
Your back flattens against the closet wall behind you and you fantasize of disappearing from this room, from this place. You dream that if you just believe in it hard enough you'll wake up in your old bed, and see your family for the first time in months.
"(Name), Come out. I don't like it when you hide from me, da." You felt a tear roll down your cheek and you bit your lip, containing a sob that could’ve possibly revealed your location to the Russian man you've come to know as your captor over the past few weeks.
Over the weeks, you'd been submissive to the man's will for the most part, but you just couldn't bring yourself to do that anymore. Tonight you’d felt something snap, you’d finally had enough of this, and the second he fell asleep you put your
The Unending NightmareLife is an interesting thing, unique in the universe. A series of chemical processes conducted in such a way that it serves as a conduit for élan vital, a form of "energy" which exists beyond the physical universe. In tiny quantities and in simple systems, élan vital has virtually no effect, but when a critical density is exposed to a very specific set of electrochemical reactions, it confers upon the living thing the gift of consciousness.
Élan vital is special in that it is not of the material universe. It is native to another universe "adjacent" to physical reality, an alternate dimension called the Etherium. Élan vital can only exist in conjunction with the particular chemical systems that exist in all living things; indeed, life is defined by the presence of élan vital within a chemical process. When these chemical systems fail, élan vital becomes unstable and is punted back into the realm from which it came; this process is more commonly
The Eldwood"The Eldwood is a massive forest, so large it's said that to cross the Eldwood you could start walking at one edge of the wood and walk an entire lifetime and never come close to the other side..."
When I was a child my grandfather tell me this as a story, to remind me how large and miraculous the world was. He said that there were more trees in the Eldwood then there were stars in the sky, and that some said that it was not the Eldwood that grew from Aarde, but the Aarde, the world, that grew from it. I took comfort in that, knowing that hidden amoungst the trees, someplace so old and so safe, the Giants would never find us.
When I was older, my father would remind me,
"...To cross the Eldwood you could start walking at one edge of the wood, and you would never survive to see the other side..."
But, by then I knew why. The Eldwood had stood longer then the age of Giants, longer then the age of Man, longer then anyone could possibly know.
The Eldwood was old, but it was never safe
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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