Rave PoemI have a pressing urge crawling in my skin with gyrations I will purge the boredom that's withinRave Poem
I'll party through the day, and dance through the night. With very little fighting I've assumed that right.
Weekend nights have come again no words will I save, let it be known simply: my kingdom for a rave.
Price of FailureThompson strolled the corridors he knew so well towards santanna's quarters. He'd done this a few times after mav had vanished, apparently he was the only one she trusted these days. He stopped before her door, straightened his jacket and reached for the buzzer.Price of Failure
~Why am I here? Why doesn't this feel right?~
Thompson jerked back from the buzzer and paused. Where had that voice come from? Thompson shook his head, sighed, and reached for the buzzer again.
*Beep-Beep*
A soft female voice responded from within. "Enter." Santanna had a nice voice when she wasn't angry. Unfortunately
From the Journal of Damian...The following is a the first Entry in the Travel Journal of Damian Argentum, Paladin of Pelor, Fist of Raziel. Author's note: I am not normally a religious person, yet I try to write as if I am one. I write under the assumption that I would worship dutifully if a deities powers were as apparent in our world as they are in the world of DND.From the Journal of Damian...
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I do not know how many days it has been since I was taken from the temple in Rokan. Since my failure to protect the city, I have traveled far and done much. I know now the true power of the Shining One's forgiveness. Much of the affliction wraught upon me b
Day in the Life - 3Thompson stayed rigid while in the hold his brother had on him. Wait for it. Wait for the right moment.Day in the Life - 3
"It's a pity you didn't learn to use the darkness as well Thompson. You might not have been in this situation. As it is, you won't walk out of this room alive."
Thompson let his muscles slacken a bit then, giving his brother the illusion of control. Yes, there it was, the knife was being removed from his back so that it could be used to slice his throat. He acted swiftly and aggressively, picking up his right foot and slamming it into Abrams' kneecap. He only pushed harder when he heard the crunching of metal and
