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"Crisis of Confidence" and Suggestions on Defeating the Presumably Undefeatable.

Bumping this thread as I made a small update and also hoping it will come in handy for those of you who struggle with confidence issues, especially those of you who run off of a creative brain! :)

What Are You Listening To?

What does the Fox say?

Welcome to the Guild

D&D 3.5e - The Marches of the Savage Realm

The human -or, at least, she assumed so- was right, even while his words had become a futile attempt to dissuade and break the tension that flowed thick between the Goliath and the half-Orc. There was an uncontrollable loathing for the other that surged through Vah’lux that evening. But could one blame her for the emotional outburst that had been an accumulation of the last five years under the heel of Orc slavers?

The irony of it all, however, was that the pseudo-giant woman who hailed from an honorable race of hunters, warriors, gatherers, traders, healers, and peacekeepers was exhibiting exactly the behavior of what those on the outside of her tribe and culture assumed she was. The very things she accused Gorosk of...

Had she in fact become the mindless and soulless beast the villagers and sentinels whispered about? The woman who, while strong of mind and body, was also fair, justice, and friendly to those who did not pose a threat to her or her kind. Had she simply lost who she once was to the evils of the world? It was no question that the Goliath’s nomadic lifestyle, while keeping them rooted to the lands they occupied for brief time periods, also kept them rather isolated from the rest of the kingdoms and cultures throughout, only choosing to trade with very few races for goods and services. In the grand scheme of things, Vah’lux truly had a lot to learn about the world and it’s creatures, whether great or small.

She noticed Gorosk’s dimly lit frame stepping away from the cell door, toward the back, where line of sight was lost to her at that point. It was as though the “abomination” had chosen the way of peace rather than to continue such a waste of words as it had become.

The Goliath too stepped away from the cell door and allowed a drawn out breath to escape through her nose, thereby releasing the last vestiges of anger for the moment. She then proceeded to sit on the muddied pile of hay which was just too small to lay on due to her size, and leaned back against the cold stone wall, drawing her knees up close and bowing her head.

“Kavaki, sovereign father of our people.” Closing her tired eyes, she began to whisper in her native language of Gol-kaa. “May your spirit guide me from this place as your children do not belong in cages. I have been caged for far too long as you know. What is your will for your vessel? What is my purpose?...”

'Allo

Um I don't know what to say about myself. Other than I am pretty sure I was a fearsome bog witch in a past life. And maybe again in this life.

@noctilunacy

Well, we're all unique in some way I suppose. Welcome to the Guild

Musings n' Dreams

Every night she lies awake
Blaming insomnia.

But it's her troubled thoughts
That keep her restless.

Wondering if she will ever
Find peace with her mind.

Hello everyone

Welcome to the Guild

Post a random fact about yourself.

I have seemingly not once stepped meaningfully on one of these tiny plastic bricks which people attribute great pain to.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity

That's because you're just way too graceful :)

Also, I've only stepped on Duplex blocks, but those don't count because they're four-times bigger than Legos.

Rosefell High.

@dh Eyyy that fc is great! Unintentionally have been following them for a while (first in the Killing, then Arrow, and recently in Scream). Had to double-check it was them in the first two because I was like "Wait, is that the same person?"

@Altered Tundra

I totally echo that! Bex was awesome in Glee and Arrow, and just a super cool person altogether.
Also, fun fact, they were the "witch" during the airplane scene in The Last Witch Hunter.

Rosefell High.

Before Ricky could respond to Alex taking his picture, however, the young man already had the other framed up, and took a few shots, figuring his subject wouldn’t really care either way. Sure, Ricky did grab Alex’s shirt as though he was about to punch the art student in his pretty face, but the kid also wasn’t too phased by the jock’s idle threats. It wasn’t the first time, and it probably won’t be the last time. There was tension clearly between the two, but it really didn’t have to escalate any further than-

Lana’s excited greeting almost made Alex jump, as he didn’t even see the girl running across the sand toward where the two were standing. Oddly enough, for a tiny introvert who is generally soft spoken, Alana Kingsley had a loud pair of lungs when she wanted to be heard. And heard she was. Of course, her showing up was no coincidence as Alex clearly knew by the fact that she addressed Ricky so quickly in order to divert his attention. Although it never made the scene any less awkward when two guys who really liked the same girl were standing next to one another. You just never knew what was going to happen as most can become raging neanderthals under the right conditions.

Alex stepped back a bit from Ricky and smiled at Lana, gazing upon a beautiful face he could never get out of his mind even if he tried to. But why would he? They had something no one could ever break apart. Not with a thousand hammers smashing away at it or a fire setting the whole thing up in smoke. They had unconditional love.

Or so they hoped.