Hellion

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Yes, the directors cut makes the binge watching a few hours longer.

@Callousqueen

But very much worth it imo.

I've done an all weekend LoTR watch party, which included the Hobbit -both extended cut- so that was probably close to 24 hours, lol.

A Re-re-re-introduction

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

Screams. Blood. Anger. Slavery. Death.

What had once been a peaceful community of dozens of Goliath male, female, and younglings, became the site of much violence and bloodshed, as the Orc army stormed the Kathaal encampment. No mercy was given to those the invading creatures chose not to allow to live, but the Goliaths fought bravely to protect their land and people. Vah'lux was amongst the warriors, and her spear and arrows found their mark, tearing and ripping through Orc flesh and bone with little effort. But it seemed the more the battle raged on, the more futile the tribe’s attempts were to snuff out the threat.

They just kept coming.

Across the square in the center of the camp, she spotted both her parents, armed with sword and axe, fighting back-to-back, and surrounded by a half dozen Orcs. “Na’h-jek!” She yelled, battling her own way through the enemy to aid them both. Her pace was slowed by the onslaught, however, as the Goliath woman with a heart and mind full of both courage and fear, dodged and countered each attack with a supernatural strength beyond the norm, cutting down those who stood in the way.

But it was still not enough.

Her attempts were quickly stopped short, as several armor-clad Orcs, ropes and chains in hand, snared the Goliath in place, pulling tightly on the ropes around her neck, arms, and torso, eventually bringing the pseudo-giant to her knees and disarming her. And what transpired moments after would be burned into her mind for the rest of her days, as both of parents were brutally cut down in an almost ritualistic manner by the great number of Orcs who surrounded them. Each taking a turn to stab, maul, and slice with every manner of weapon at their disposal until the couple’s armor was drenched in their own blood.

But, it was the coup de grâce which held the most significance to the enemy terrorists, for they knew that demoralizing the offspring would allow her to become theirs for life. The spear that Vah’lux once held had been taken by the Orcs, and slowly driven deep within the chest of her father until it exited through the back, and impaled his wife in the same manner.

“NOOO!” Vah’lux roared, gazing daggers at the smug expressions of the merciless beasts as they kicked over the dying couple and began to disperse. The anger raged within her once again, but as she felt the burst of energy enough to charge the Orcs in front of her, a hard crack to her skull from behind caused an immediate blackout.

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The Goliath woke with a start from the deep slumber, her head jerking back enough to hit the stone wall behind, eliciting a grunt that echoed slightly through the cell. It was then, she heard the commotion down the hallway, as the iron gate to the prison block clattered, followed by unknown voices and shuffling of feet. Vah'lux stood up and brushed remnants of straw from her skin and clothing as she stepped over to her cell door. From her vantage point, she could see barely anyone, save for a few armor-clad humans assumed to be the militia.

The one who spoke was completely out of her line of sight, but his voice was loud, filling the empty spaces of the prison. What came next was what sounded like perhaps a type of prayer, but the woman was unsure if it was something regarding human culture.

Either way, it seemed things were going to move in some kind of direction, for better or worse.

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Those were not good times for me at large, rather the experience of having posts to reply to almost hourly was.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity

Hourly posting? That sounds horrible honestly, lol.

However, I also would never get into chatroom RPing because I feel like it demands too much attention and expects to be instantly gratified.

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Musings n' Dreams

I don't know how
to tell you that I'm broken
without feeling needy.

I don't know how to open up
without feeling judged.

I don't know how to cry
when my tears feel like acid.

I just need you to see
that I am hurting
without me telling you.

My words are bleeding
out of my mouth,
waiting for you
to stitch me up
and make me better.

Although I know
that's not your job,
and you're better off
without me.

I just need you
to see me

Rosefell High.

Watching Ricky's behavior shift around Lana was quite funny, as it always felt though she had the guy's balls in a vice grip, whether she wanted them or not. But Alex knew they had a history as long-time friends, and that was certainly not something he ever wanted to get between. As much as he didn't show it though, Ricky definitely had a way of irritating people he came into contact with, and Alex wasn't the exception. He really didn't like him, but he also knew the asshole didn't care if anyone liked him. The photographer wanted to pity him, but there just wasn't room for that at the moment.

The multiple explosions from the roman candle caught Alex off guard, as it did most others no doubt, and he took a single step back, almost tripping over the large stone behind him. Yeah, that was all he needed. To fall on his ass in front of Ricky and Lana, while simultaneously cracking the camera lens. As Alex composed himself from a near-disaster, Ricky busted out with a fairly convincing "teen wolf" howl, which was directed toward the kid who fired off the roman candle moments earlier. Was it Lucky? He wasn't sure, but anyone with a name like that was like a recipe for trouble.

Alex looked over in Alana's direction at Ricky's mention of "beer pong", and was fairly certain the girl wouldn't even bother with a ridiculous party game like that. Or would she? Fuck. The young man thought, wanting to shake his head in protest, in hopes that she would refuse the offer, but again, was it really his place to separate friends? Skirting around the truth was beginning to take a toll on things as well, because while they chose to keep it discrete, it also meant the rest of the world would be pulling them apart without even knowing it.

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

Moments as the prayer ended, the peace of Kavaki and Manethak could be felt, as though speaking directly to the core of her troubles. In her youth, it had taken years of unanswered prayers and questioning if the gods truly cared for their people at all, before succumbing to the will of her creator. Before realizing that the gods were not there to serve, but to be served. Perhaps her faith faltered during captivity, her belief wavering due to a disconnect. This was untrue, as she was aware deep within herself, but doubt can be a powerful evil nonetheless.

The familiar voice of one across the darkened hallway broke the silence, and the Goliath's reverie, as the human known as "Renault" inquired further into the woman's background. Vah'lux was impressed however, that the other allegedly learned something of her race from manuscripts, or perhaps they could have been cave wall paintings, as many tribes long passed have used to document their time in the world.

Either way, it was a notable quality.

"I traveled from one strange and terrible land to yet another in search of my people." She spoke in an even-toned manner, the accent of her native language heard in each syllable of common. "Where they are, I do not know. Scattered about perhaps." She paused for a moment, allowing a breath to escape. "But, while my purpose in this place is not clear, it is where I need to be."

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