So, after that whole experience with the Ringmaster, we ended up getting a few moments to chat. The two kids are Karen and Reed, and the dead guy was Boris, Karen's older brother. I gave my condolences, but it didn't seem to help much. Also, the kid that ran away was Princey. Karen mentioned trying to find him, but I'm pretty sure he fell off the Sanity Train and crashed right into Crazytown.
Of course, I haven't been able to get in contact with the police department, but I understand what they would tell me. To escape with as many civilians as possible, and put a stop to this place. Let's just hopr that's possible.
We have
"Welcome, young one. I am Myrtieve, the godess of Strategy and The Horizon. You have a large journey ahead of you. Your paths diverge a thousand times and then a thousand times over again. But let us not talk much about that, but how about your upbringing? Are you from a royal family, or a lower class family?"
"Heh heh. Thanks," you say a bit awkwardly.
"Aw, thar's no raizin to be shy lass!" his thick accent coming off through each word. He seems like an average human, but he talks like a dwarf peasant. He scratches at his beard and looks around.
"Galew, have you seen Night about? Wanted to show him to the new girl," Durkhal says.
"Oh, nobody knows where Night be, laddie. For arl we know ee's goin' 'round pokin' 'is 'ead in e'ery damn bandit camp cross 'elmsguard."
"True. It's possible that he doesn't even really care about our lot here at all."
"Might be. Might be."
"Night?" you ask.
"Our 'uman vilig
Driell kept looking around, trying to find the more military-suited disciples. He had already met Gunnvor and Ceridwen. Ceridwen was a lot quieter than Gunnvor though. As long as she could handle herself in a fight, it didn't matter how much she talked.
"I don't understand how someone of your age got here in the first place," the long black haired man said.
"Well, I may be young, but I'm still strong," the small girl said. Her hair was long and orange and she had deep blue eyes to compliment it. A flower rested over right ear and she was wearing a bright green dress. The man grabbed her arm and held it up.
"What are yo
"So what about that guy that brought me here?" you ask.
"Ah. You must be talking about Scorn," Durkhal says.
"Scorn?"
"Yeah. He hasn't told anybody his name, and 'Scorn' stuck. Sayam thinks she may have tracked down his origin."
"Sayam?"
"Our spymaster. She's the one that finds all the mission and all of the info of them. We only have a few spies, but she keeps 'em in line."
"Ah. So what kind of dirt does she have on him?"
"She thinks his name is Nathan Cresswalt. His father was a wealthy baron. A greedy one too. Wouldn't cut anyone a break. Those that lived on his land were heavily taxed. He d
"Yes. Yes. And I suppose so," you say. Durkhal was glad to her those answers.
"You hear that softpaws? We just got us a new member of the family," Durkhal says.
"Just unlock her from the cell, you oversived oaf." Durkhal takes the key and unlocks your cell. He sticks out his hand.
"Up on your feet now." You grab his hand and pull yourself up. "Now, shall I give you the tour?"
"I guess so," you say.
"So kitty-cat over there is Yil'drant. He's a swordsman." Now that you can see him more clearly, you notice the two slick swords that are resting in their holsters on his back.
"Nice to meet you," Yil'dran
"Well, I am glad to have lent a helping hand to punish the unworthy. It was clearly well justified."
"Heh." The orc smiled, his lower tusks moving upwards with his lip. "I'm beginning to like you already."
"Don't," the Lynjoll says. "We may end up just killing this one or sending her off her way, Durkhal."
"Awww come on kitty-cat. An orc can dream."
"Vile greenskin bully..." he mutters.
"Now, I'll give you the all the questions at once and you give me all your answers at once. Got it?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Alright, question one. Would you break the law in order to punish the unworthy? Question
You sit down at the bar and look at the innkeeper. "What can I get you miss?" he says.
"Well , I just felt you need something brought to your attention. Are you a member of the staff, or the owner?"
"I'm the owner. What do you have to report? If it's about theft or anything else, you would want to talk to the guards."
"Nothing like that. It's just when I passed by the basement door, I thought I heard something. Like a squeak, I think."
"Oh my. I'll go down and make sure the rat traps are working. Thank you very much for keeping this silent. As a matter of fact..." He turns around and fills a glass with wine. ".
So, after that whole experience with the Ringmaster, we ended up getting a few moments to chat. The two kids are Karen and Reed, and the dead guy was Boris, Karen's older brother. I gave my condolences, but it didn't seem to help much. Also, the kid that ran away was Princey. Karen mentioned trying to find him, but I'm pretty sure he fell off the Sanity Train and crashed right into Crazytown.
Of course, I haven't been able to get in contact with the police department, but I understand what they would tell me. To escape with as many civilians as possible, and put a stop to this place. Let's just hopr that's possible.
We have
"Welcome, young one. I am Myrtieve, the godess of Strategy and The Horizon. You have a large journey ahead of you. Your paths diverge a thousand times and then a thousand times over again. But let us not talk much about that, but how about your upbringing? Are you from a royal family, or a lower class family?"
"Heh heh. Thanks," you say a bit awkwardly.
"Aw, thar's no raizin to be shy lass!" his thick accent coming off through each word. He seems like an average human, but he talks like a dwarf peasant. He scratches at his beard and looks around.
"Galew, have you seen Night about? Wanted to show him to the new girl," Durkhal says.
"Oh, nobody knows where Night be, laddie. For arl we know ee's goin' 'round pokin' 'is 'ead in e'ery damn bandit camp cross 'elmsguard."
"True. It's possible that he doesn't even really care about our lot here at all."
"Might be. Might be."
"Night?" you ask.
"Our 'uman vilig
Driell kept looking around, trying to find the more military-suited disciples. He had already met Gunnvor and Ceridwen. Ceridwen was a lot quieter than Gunnvor though. As long as she could handle herself in a fight, it didn't matter how much she talked.
"I don't understand how someone of your age got here in the first place," the long black haired man said.
"Well, I may be young, but I'm still strong," the small girl said. Her hair was long and orange and she had deep blue eyes to compliment it. A flower rested over right ear and she was wearing a bright green dress. The man grabbed her arm and held it up.
"What are yo
"So what about that guy that brought me here?" you ask.
"Ah. You must be talking about Scorn," Durkhal says.
"Scorn?"
"Yeah. He hasn't told anybody his name, and 'Scorn' stuck. Sayam thinks she may have tracked down his origin."
"Sayam?"
"Our spymaster. She's the one that finds all the mission and all of the info of them. We only have a few spies, but she keeps 'em in line."
"Ah. So what kind of dirt does she have on him?"
"She thinks his name is Nathan Cresswalt. His father was a wealthy baron. A greedy one too. Wouldn't cut anyone a break. Those that lived on his land were heavily taxed. He d
"Yes. Yes. And I suppose so," you say. Durkhal was glad to her those answers.
"You hear that softpaws? We just got us a new member of the family," Durkhal says.
"Just unlock her from the cell, you oversived oaf." Durkhal takes the key and unlocks your cell. He sticks out his hand.
"Up on your feet now." You grab his hand and pull yourself up. "Now, shall I give you the tour?"
"I guess so," you say.
"So kitty-cat over there is Yil'drant. He's a swordsman." Now that you can see him more clearly, you notice the two slick swords that are resting in their holsters on his back.
"Nice to meet you," Yil'dran
"Well, I am glad to have lent a helping hand to punish the unworthy. It was clearly well justified."
"Heh." The orc smiled, his lower tusks moving upwards with his lip. "I'm beginning to like you already."
"Don't," the Lynjoll says. "We may end up just killing this one or sending her off her way, Durkhal."
"Awww come on kitty-cat. An orc can dream."
"Vile greenskin bully..." he mutters.
"Now, I'll give you the all the questions at once and you give me all your answers at once. Got it?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Alright, question one. Would you break the law in order to punish the unworthy? Question
You sit down at the bar and look at the innkeeper. "What can I get you miss?" he says.
"Well , I just felt you need something brought to your attention. Are you a member of the staff, or the owner?"
"I'm the owner. What do you have to report? If it's about theft or anything else, you would want to talk to the guards."
"Nothing like that. It's just when I passed by the basement door, I thought I heard something. Like a squeak, I think."
"Oh my. I'll go down and make sure the rat traps are working. Thank you very much for keeping this silent. As a matter of fact..." He turns around and fills a glass with wine. ".
Sanctus nodded, and although confused, looked around and pushed the girl behind himself protectively. Cassie swallowed a pool of saliva that had gathered in her throat, and could feel her body tremble. She eyed every crevice of walls and shops, her body feeling cold as the ice that she created. Suddenly, she felt Sanctus' body crash against hers, forcing her to the ground. She felt her head wham against the stone walkway, and pain zipped through her veins. She cried out in pain, biting her lower lip and quickly grasping the back of her head. She opened one of her eyes, which had been clenched shut. She saw Sanctus' head darting around, search
Two Worlds of One- part 12 by Mangaartist5, literature
Literature
Two Worlds of One- part 12
Darkness filled Madison's vision, nothing to be seen for what seems like miles. Even though nothing could be seen, sounds pounded in her ears without pause. The sounds of guns and bombs, people screaming and conversing with fear: sobs. She felt fear infiltrate her body as she desperately tried to run away. No matter how far she felt she had ran, nothing seemed to be changing. The darkness still haunted her, the sounds still fresh in her mind like an open wound. She felt tears pricking at her eyes as she fell to her knees. She pressed her hands against her ears as hard as she could, hoping the sounds would leave; but no matter how hard she pre
Hello! The name's Alex! (As you can tell XD) I really enjoy writing and I do a couple of stories on here. I'm not the best artist but I try :3 I also like a bunch of anime and other things that I would love to talk to people about! Here's a couple of my bros: :wolfoftheshadows97: and finally They're all really awesome and such! I hope you decide to stick around! I'd always love to make a new friend! :)
Favourite Visual Artist
Does pewdiepie count?
Favourite Movies
Pfft. What do you take me for?
Favourite TV Shows
Big Bang Theory, South Park, Simpsons, The Walking Dead, etc.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Rise Aganist
Favourite Books
Hunger Games series and Heroes of Olympus series
Favourite Writers
I don't have enough patience to see the writer's name.
Favourite Games
Dishonored, TF2, Skyrim: The Elder Scrolls, Minecraft, Amnesia, etc.
Favourite Gaming Platform
Shooter/Rpg
Tools of the Trade
Hands
Other Interests
ANIME, youtube, and bugging the absolute $h1t out of people
So I know that a few people have read my stuff, and I was just curious what you guys could picture my stories as if they ever left deviantart and grew wings. Book? Comic book/graphic novel? TV series? Video game? Manga? Anime? Just curious if anyone could see any of my stories becoming one of those. I may have talked about this before with !Killjoy-Kami (https://www.deviantart.com/killjoy-kami) before, but I forget things. :p
I don't know if any of my watchers cares or not, but I'll be starting up another choose your parh story. If nobody responds to it, I'll make the choices. I dunno, I felt like I need another writing project.
Well, I've been considering it for a while, and it's about time I said something. I'm planning to leave DA behind me. Nobody really cares about what I do on here, which is clearly shown with home many shits were given in you know, all the journals for the past couple of months. Nobody cares. In one week, I'll remove all story parts that I consider salvageable and terminate my account. If anybody has one good reason I should stay, then send me sonething, cause maybe it's just me believeing all of this is absoloutely pointless. Otherwise, the doors will close and I will take my good story children with me.