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Personal Quote: Words are magic -- Frank Herbert
The Prophecy of The ForbiddenPrologue
A scream pierced the night air. A young man growled and turned, looking around. "Carol!" His voice was deep and held only a slight hint of worry. "Where are you?" He heard a muffled cry as Carol tried to say something, but her voice was cut off. It made it harder for him to locate her.
"Damn it." He strode off in the direction he believed the scream to have come from.
His worry wasn't for Carol, not at all. The minor amount of concern he felt was for his child; Carol was merely a tool. She was almost due, the reason for his uneasiness and focus on finding her. If anything were to happen, it would not be good.
Another scream pierced the silence, followed by a cry for help. His eyes narrowed and he looked around, more urgently than before. It was Carol; he could easily recognize her voice. He had learned to do so after spending much time with her, to earn her trust. However, the fool hadn't known what she was getting into.
"Damien," she cried from a distance. "P-Please help!"
Fitting Right In
A male. I still can't believe it.
Ironic, really. Personally I think I've adapted fairly well to this new world where humans rule, the Underdark does not exist, strange gods lurk quietly in the background, and magic has been superseded by incredible science and technology. Hells above, I'm even using a PC to type these musings up.
And yet I simply cannot believe that the most powerful person in this world and the bearer of my goddess' mark is... a man. Who thought one could be so capable?
Poor old Priestess Allythus. She simply wouldn't be able to comprehend this place. Just the thought of a world where Lolth held no sway would make her tie someone down and whip them until she was damp in the leggings before she calmed down.
I almost miss the sadistic old bitch. Almost.
The hag always thought I was her pet, her trained attack lizard to be kept chained up until it was time to unleash it on the bitch's enemies. A loyal slave...
She forgot something: I am drow. We do not submit. We
Wordspill #1: 'Welcome' entries and new theme! Welcome!Wordspill #1: 'Welcome' entries and new theme! by Wordspill
Hello and welcome to the first feature for those intrepid explorers of experimental motivation techniques, the Wordspillers! If you don't know what Wordspill is, you might like to check out our first news article, or have a look at our F.A.Q. and About Us journal pages.
Before we list the brave souls that took up our very first challenge, let us just thank all the users that have promoted us in their journals, in chat rooms, and even in person! We really appreciate all your support. The more the merrier, as they say!
Without further ado, here is the list of all the people that switched off their internal editor, wrote hell-for-leather for ten minutes, and then (may have) polished it up a bit for show. The theme for this fortnight was 'Welcome', and you're very
Bandage - A dramatic monologueBandage A dramatic monologue by Kate HuettichBandage - A dramatic monologue by KTHuettich
The scene: Alice sits on a much graffitied bench in a frowsy park on an early winter afternoon. She is obviously homeless and everything about her should be a shade of cool gray. There are several large black garbage bags piled around her which should look as if they hold all her worldly possessions. At lights up, she is fingering a laminated (badge-like) used bandage which hangs around her neck on a cheap snap-chain. She should take about 20 beats to finger the laminated bandage before looking up to notice she has an audience; then she speaks.
Alice: Yes, its a bandage. I know, youre thinking crazy old woman has a bandage as a keepsake. But its not a keepsake. Its a reminder.
He wore it, my little boy, Hank. I put it on him just that morning. You see that drop of blood?
Spindle's End Contest!!!Read all about it!!! My Spindle's End Contest is Officially Open! There will be know falling asleep for a 100 yrs when you prick your fingers on my spindle!Spindle's End Contest!!! by onceuponatime08
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