Ok folks, after some deliberation...and a gentle prodding from a close friend, I've decided to share a snippet of a book I'm in the process of writing. Remember this is just a tiny peek, and I might…Continue
I can twiddle me diddle just fine without some bumblin' fool interuptin'...*issues a challenge*
Who Am I...
Ya think Imma just gonna come outta and tell ya? Ppppffttt, piss offa!
My Story Is...
Me story be long and complicated. Me thinks nah o' one really wants ta hear me tall tales anymore.
By all appearances, I be o' petite, human woman. Me age tis of nah one's concern but me own. Blonde hair, green eyes, o'bittersweet smile, and full of cynical energy. Ta know anything else would require more than o' mere glance of the eyes.
Many things can be found in me collections of treasures, an inventory list would be not only impossible but in order to retain the integrity of safety...inappropriate.
Recently acquired: several potions of duplication in silver vials (from Dimitri Belikov), a lovely cloak of thieves and a deadman's hand with candle (from Elexia Harbindale) and 36 vials of Dragons' blood (Echo) three vials of phoenix tears (Temptation), a blue-stoned ring with the means of protecting from heat (Devek), charm of true thoughts (Oberon), a pair of Jared Silverhide's Wolfstone daggers and small necklace made of wolfstone, fixed with a large, hooked canine imbued with the Silverhide rage, a portaling coin (Romulus), mithril bootknife (Daniel Plainview), vial of pure core of a shooting star for making wishes (Demaar Nobu), a vial of wraith's blood (The Exiled Neko), A blade-a-rang and two bladed yo-yos (The Beastmaster), mezmorizing Naga scale armour(Kharzian), procured from The Tomb of Ar'Elis- a living weapon in the form of a highland dirk, a pair of lucky die, and living energy of Gaia, whip bladed sword from Hakan, double hilted wolfstone dirk, the hilt embedded with Silverhide herbs, trapped behind three small gems of glass, a wolfstone pendant with adornings of clean Silverhide fangs, huge wolven teeth with symbols and wards carved into each tooth – both from Titus Silverhide, small piece of obsidian volcanic glass shaped as a hand flipping up the middle finger (Ezik’sha).
My Secrets Are...
Being an Herbalist was but a cover for me more rogue-ish practices. I've trained in many a skills: a few include but are nah limited to - trap detection/disarming, lockpicking, pocket-picking, slight of hand, shadow melding, seemless cheating at games of chance and dagger throwing. Although, as far as secrets go....ya gonna have to keep an eye on me ta discover the REAL ones.
Above all things I be chaotic neutral in alignment. Chaotic Neutral is called the "Anarchist" or "Free Spirit" alignment. I am an individualist who follows me own heart, and generally shirks rules and traditions. Although I like promote the ideals of freedom, it is me own freedom that comes first. Good and Evil come second to me need to be free, and the only reliable thing about me is how totally unreliable I can be. I am free-spirited and do not enjoy the unnecessary suffering of others, but if I join a team, it is because that team's goals coincide with me own. I invariably resent taking orders and can be very selfish in me pursuit of personal goals. I am nah longer an aimless wanderer; I sometimes may have a specific goal in mind, but me methods of achieving that goal are often disorganised, unorthodox, or entirely unpredictable.
""Och! Nah, guessin' dun mind...E'can..." She practically tasted the sound of his name on her tongue as she spoke slowly in thought. At least this was an easy question, one that she could provide an honest answer to.
"There was a moment of distraction, the approach of E'can. As stoic as Lark would attempt to be there was no holding back the right eyebrow that arched and the slight cant of her head as she scrutinized this fella. Her throat was dry so her…"
"The unlikely and depending on how one might view the situation...unlucky survivor peers from her perch upon a mound of rubble. Those mossy green eyes glare about at the small grouping of others, survivors. If there weren't a more motle crew of…"
The year is 9233.We lost the planet.Hellyfino once and for all stands in total ruins. Everything these people have fought for was all eventually for nothing. And here, within the dust and destruction there are only a few of us left. We are all that remains.See More
-§- Darkness shadows you... though you walk light and step free there always seems to be a storm waiting for you... just on the horizon... The attraction of the killer, the rapist, the horror and the freak, the twisted souls that stalk you in the night... drawn like moths to the flame, drawn to the exquisite infinite, the sweet predilection of fate and possibility that gives you the dark potential. -§-