

The Journals of Alric LantraDay 1-The Journals of Alric Lantra
I have arrived in Anvilmar, where I am to finish my training as a warrior under master Thran Khorman. Thankfully, there seems to be plenty of work here for the dwarves and gnomes who have arrived to train, especially with the recent Trogg infestation.
Day 4-
Today was a pleasant change of pace. A fellow by the name of Grelin Whitebeard has asked me to help him investigate the troll caves to the south. The Frostmane Trolls there put up quite a fight, but I managed to gather the information I needed. I’ve nearly finished my training here, and Grelin is sending me to K


OutEyes wide open to break of dawn Hands alive atop my keyboard Body numb and near collapse Computer screen twilight surrounding me Brain running on pure caffeine Heart throbbing on a techno beat World around me dead and gone Dive into a realm not my own Human contact in another time zone Making friends I’ll never meet Using any means to stay alive Not even sugar can sustain this high Falling forward and loosing sight Turning in and sleeping till night.Out


Dragon SlainBroken, fallen, crumpled wings Trying to fly, collapsing in pain Just wanting one more flight To soar in turquoise skies Though the healing had begun Stretched too far too soon Old wounds open beneath the scars Shattered joints and torn flesh A dagger piercing a barren breast Deadly shards drawing fresh blood Strength slowly draining away Chilled by weakness and pain Lungs and throat too tight to breath Stride unsteady, shaking grasp Vision blurred and voice cracked Body and soul weighed down by sorrow Can’t do anything anymore No strength toDragon Slain


Mage Saga: New BeginningsA young girl stood by a bed, brushing a lock of red hair off her shoulder as she glared down at a large non-descript heap beneath the sheets. “Alric? Hey, Alric, wake up!”Mage Saga: New Beginnings
A muffled “…mnnnfff…” was the only sound produced by the lump, although it did shift slightly towards the side of the bed opposite the girl. “I said wake up lazy!” Her dark green eyes shifted to an angry stare as the girl lifted her hand, which held a large, collapsed paper fan, over her head, and brought it down with a swift stroke across the end of the lump at the foot of the bed, causing it to spring up like a jack-in-the-box
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Blathering-blatherskites!
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There was a signature here. It's gone now.
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When made with love and tender care, by man or beast or fish or clam, the one delight to always please is freshly made raspberry jam.
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Sometimes I even amaze myself.
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Before you criticise someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way when you criticise them, you'll be a mile away and have their shoes.
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Before you criticise someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way when you criticise them, you'll be a mile away and have their shoes.
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Save the World! NC-17 the Bish!
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Friday night in the Kingdom of Dooooooom.
Dawnie-chan
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Ehm...........I got nothing witty. XD
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Hmnmm... did I say this already??
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Machines that know. Drugs that don't let you lie.
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