Tales of a Lost World 7

~Notes~
This is the first in a series of chapter-long character flashbacks. ..You guys expected a fight, didn’t you?

Episode 7 A Past That Had Been Shrouded In Mist

The soft light of a morning sun lays in dappled disarray among the humble wooden structures of many cabins built along a thin, winding river running out of the deep mountain valleys. The setting is another calm, peaceful day in a small village not far from the outskirts of Perion. read more

Worst Scrolling Luck EVER!

Well, probably not the WORST, but pretty dam bad. . .
First, in MSea, my friend and I spent about 1mil on WG scrolls (Dex) but we had a lot of PQ’s so we dodged a bullet there. We ended up with TWO Work Glove (+1)s (0 slots left), worthless. . .

Then I finally got my Rogue/Sin (Actually my friends character, but she doesn’t play much) to lvl 30! Did the sauna robe quest, and finally used the scrolls waiting in my inventory! read more

Mending Wounds (4) – The Infection

† The Infection

‘I think I am ready,’ she told Alaric.

The man looked at her over the top of the ancient scroll he was reading. Nenya’s tiny head poked over the top of the scroll too. ‘But are you?’

‘What do you mean? I said I was ready. I have mastered healing. Even you said you have never seen anyone progress so quickly.’ It was true that she had worked hard to master the skill of Healing. In actual fact, it was not much more magical than healing the natural way was: the cleric only acted as a guide for the healing by providing his or her patient’s body with a blueprint of health and well-being, then fuelled the accelerated healing process with mana. read more

Saphira’s Fate ~ Part 6.0

Two avengers shot out of nowhere, striking all the buffies as they fell and screamed in agony. One of them narrowly missed Ashlee, making a stream of blood ooze down her skin. Ashlee looked around and found a young Hermit with his Shadow Partner at his side.
“W…who are you?”
The Hermit held his back at Ashlee. He whispered “Call me Shadow…” and Flash Jumped. A second later, he was gone… read more

A Marionette’s Ballad – A Poem

I haven’t really written anything here in a while. *shrugs*
I had to write a poem for English class, so I decided to post it here ’cause… just because. >->;
I’m not really much of a poet. x.o
Enjoy I guess.


A Marionette’s Ballad

Swirling, twirling; alluringly across the ballroom floor
She continues to dance endlessly, though her soles are truly sore
Her dark ebony curls follow every motion with grace
Deep-ocean blue eyes; a flattered smile plastered across her face
Her steps follow the rhythm of the old gramophone’s tune
The ice around her neck sparkles as she glides across the light of the moon
Beautiful, pale ivory skin
Though she is debonair, her smile is worn thin
Blood drips from the hem of her dress
Tears overflow her face, showing sadness
The invisible wires glint as she spirals under the crystal chandelier
Though she has angelic features, and her innocence in utterly sheer
No one cares; she’s nothing but a doll
Is cursed to obey her master, she’s prelude to fall
From her birth, her destiny was set
The manipulative fate of all marionettes read more