Diabolic

In a new world, in a new galaxy is an Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts

Life made his way to room 6, he was rather surprised he didn't recieve any more demerits than what he had. On his way out he tapped Shermie on the shoulder.

@xXSINXX

"Hey, I'm sorry I kinda got you in trouble in there. You have more demerits than me now, and it probably should have been me instead."

In a new world, in a new galaxy is an Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts

Thanks again for the COGM @Aisling ill fill out the form today sometime, im on a pheone now but ill have a computer at a point, also internet is working zo yay

Star wars: The End of an Era

@mattmanganon lol the name was random generated

Star wars: The End of an Era

i think my CS is done, I'm happy with how it turned out, but some things i will probably edit a little.

Heavens Fall

@Thantos so i basically make a god, have its symbols, followers, creatures it manifests. Etc etc?

Heavens Fall

@The Grey Dust ill think on that one...

Krrstria

@Resentment Fray The Wolf had retreated, typically such a thought would never cross his mind. However this was something that needed to be done. A simple assassin's word would not stand up to a noble girl. Still, he must go to the Empire. Perhaps warn them of the situation, shed light on a traitor.

As he still runs through the treetops, lightning fast. Someone... Or perhaps some-THING was nearby. Out of the corner of his helmet, he noticed a nigh invisible figure moving as he did. Almost flying, outmatched by their speed, he caught a glimpse of an Empire badge. Perhaps another assassin? Or a scout, the latter more likely. The surrounding area is a dangerous one, but not just that, a grave for any in the Imperial's path.

He continued on his way, perhaps the figure didn't spot him.

Krrstria

@Resentment Fray you said flat which made me catch it, instead of like.. Apartment or dorm or whatever else is synonymous for apartment

Krrstria

Naaaah really?? Lol

Krrstria

Fleet-footed could be used to describe the mannerisms and pace of the runner. Feet never seeming to quite touch the ground, this person seemed to move with the very speed of the wind itself, navigating from tree to stone with an uncanny ease. The dark tones and shades of their clothing seemed to merge with the foliage and underbrush of the woods itself, its fabric of many varying tones created just for that purpose.

The body was slight, and from the height alone one could have mistaken the runner for a child. What would a child be doing patrolling the Eastern woods, the gods only knew. The insignia of the Scout Honoria of the Empire was distinguishable on the forearm, a silver plate mounted on a leather strip that was tied in a manner that would compel it to stay. The face was all but invisible under the shadow of a cowl. For all her discreet proceedings, however, Atticus knew that there could only be one reason for the dispatch of the entire unit. Things had been hostile lately, and not just in traditional sense. War was impending. There was always war. But it was a stirring of rebellion and treason that began to shake the guard at its roots.

Her orders had been simple. No one was getting in. No one was getting out.

@Resentment Fray

Typically i think its a sin to post where you dont need to post things, but i have to say HOLY SHIT because the level of descriptivness is nigh to a writer. You are for sure a diamond in the rough not just in my eyes. But compared to most of this sites community, i feel that way