Hellion

testing the waters

...since i have no idea what im doing

@midwinter

That's okay, neither do I. Just fake it well and you'll go big, kid ;)

Also, welcome to the Guild

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

A flame as large as the homestead itself felt as though it was needed at this point, with what felt like an endless parade of putrid creatures, both great and small. The Goliath kept her eye on the second of the two larger dire rats, tracking its flurried motion as best she could in the chaos. Vah'lux had to maintain enough control in such a smaller space relative to her massive size, as allowing her weapons to flail wildly could result in one of her group getting hit.

In any case, she saw the opportunity to attack the rat and took it, and pulling back a muscular arm with the large ax gripped tightly, she swung the heavy blade down with as much accuracy as could be mustered from her kind hoping to split the creature in two and it's miserable existent.

Nature be damned. These filthy vermin do not belong.

Effects against the second larger dire rat

Attack = 23
Damage = 9

Musings n' Dreams

I forgive the people
Who drown me.

Because
I don’t understand
How a person
Could roll the words
“I’m sorry”
Off their lips
And not mean it.

*Faeble Has Entered The Chat*

Welcome to Guild!

Also, I love your avatar!

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

The descent into the mouth -and shortly followed by the throat- of the tunnel was without much obstruction it seemed. Perhaps the rats preferred a clearer path to and from the surface as they did whatever was needed in order to survive each day. The group did, in fact, impede on their domain, or at least a domain the creatures had taken back by the good graces of nature. Vah'lux couldn't help but wonder if she and the troupe were merely rats themselves in a sick blood sport for the entertainment of otherwise bored and sadistic monarchs who oversaw the land. A great joke at their expense even, as five strangers fight for their very lives while royalty dines in great halls far from the danger.

In retrospect, however, the Goliath's situation was no different from those years under the mud and shit-covered heel of the Orc slavers in Thraduum, their many lashes still felt, their angry screams and vicious taunts still rang through her mind. The dimming of hope was felt in the pit of her soul as each step was taken through the dark, cramped, and stench-filled corridor. Freedom. True freedom, was slowly becoming a distance memory.

Perhaps the dire wolf, her lost companion whom aided escape from the Orcs months prior, was faring much better. One could only hope they found the freedom that was so rightly deserved.

The blackened chest was seen up ahead in the expanse of the cellar, and the Goliath's first instinct was to steer as clear as possible from such a treasure, no matter how tempting it may seem to the desperate eye. A rose always has at least one thorn. She only hoped the others would share her sentiment.

The light from the lantern revealed the harshly carved out tunnels going in various directions, and what appeared to be remnants of nests and miscellaneous farm tools scattered about. But, inevitably, the group's invasion caught the attention of yet more of what was expected, and yet two of them were clearly larger and different.

"Agreed." Vah'lux nodded in acknowledgement to Renault's words as she kept the large hand axe at the ready, and before she knew it, the human holy warrior let out a battle cry as he attacked.

Vah'lux followed close behind, attacking one of the two larger dire rats as she let her weapon swing free toward the putrid creature.

Effects against the closest larger dire rat

Attack = 9
Damage = 6

Musings n' Dreams

I know that I don't own you,
And Perhaps I never will.
So my sadness when you're with her
I have no right to feel.

I know that you don't owe me,
And I shouldn't ask for more.
I shouldn't feel so let down,
All the times you don't call.

What I feel I shouldn't show,
So when you're around I won't.

I know I have no right to feel it,

Figurative Art by Hellion

◆ Nulla Dies Sine Linea ◆

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Welcome to what will eventually be the future home of my artwork, which I have yet to showcase on Guild. Some of you are already aware that I am a huge advocate of the arts and have seen my postings in the "art channel" on the Guild's official Discord, as well as my Instagram, and Pinterest, which I keep up-to-date quite frequently. However, I was also asked (perhaps even begged?... ) to start up a thread here as well since there are some who do not use social media, which is totally cool.

But, this isn't going to be so much a gallery as it is me opening up time for original character commissions, since that has been something I have enjoyed doing most of my artistic life and have also been asked to do by many of my beloved Guildie friends.

So stay tuned as I will be adding sample work to this thread and details on character commissions, but also feel free to check out my work mentioned above!

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

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When the time is right.

At least that’s what it was being framed as when the pencil-pushers and various nutjobs who ran the Science and Technology sector continued to assure the young woman that she would eventually be able to speak with her parents again. But this would never be the case only after a few short weeks of being held in some unknown government-run facility in the middle of fuckall. Tess wasn’t an idiot. Small signs here and there, data imprints from files they thought to be buried in their system were only too easy to recover with enough persistence. The truth was, her parents no longer wished to see their “monstrous” child. Not after what had happened in their home. Not after the embarrassment of their friends, colleagues, and neighbors finding out that their little girl was one of them. Those meta-humans who would one day tear the world apart with unchained powers no one could ever understand.

Or so it was sadly assumed.

It wasn’t as though she had much time at all to explore the abilities that manifested shortly after the “big explosion”, her mother and father worried for not only their child, but their own self-preservation and future livelihood. Of course the only reasonable solution to the problem was to pass it on to someone else. To pass their only child into a world that would merely chew them up and spit them out. How could seemingly loving parents do such a thing you ask? Perhaps it was out of fear. But their daughter believed it was simply not wanting to deal with a problem they just didn’t fully understand. And who could blame them? Tessia saw herself as an abomination in the worst of times, and simply a “lost soul” in the best. Was there a middle ground? A happy medium? Solace in knowing she could exist and live a normal life?

But who the hell knew what normal was. Certainly not the institution that took Tess away from everything she ever knew, threw her into a test tube environment, and basically pushed and prodded her until real results transpired. At least, results that the scientists and researchers were satisfied with. Their main testing ground seemed to come in the form of the NITE framework. A virtual world that sometimes seemed more real than could ever be imagined. An ethereal experience that had all the sights, sounds, smells, and a myriad of other sense-driven aspects which could cause anyone tapped into to lose all sense of what was actually “real” anymore. A framework that seemed to have way more questions than answers, as each day since arriving, the young woman would jack into and travel the binary playground. Tinkering. Exploring. Breaking what wasn’t essentially bolted down, only to hack through and uncover things that were most definitely not for her eyes.

It was the breadcrumb trail that was sorely overlooked by the higher-ups. A specific meta-human, or so it was presumed by Tess, being kept deeper within the facility under much heavier security guidelines. A “menace to society” as one line of code read. It wasn’t merely lock and key, but layers upon layers of firewalls, system protocol rewrites, and a myriad of other security placements that made the teenager wonder just what was so special about this particular person.

News of the heroine known only as “Sol” was certainly an interesting article to come across, almost around the same time information about the mystery project had been discovered. Coincidence? Perhaps. Or was this the same person? Although another name emerged as well...

Sentry.

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The short greeting and question from Miranda Mendoza came as almost a dream. Had the government agent been standing in the apartment long? Was she early or late? Tess was wrapped up in her own mind as usual, but rather than burning away the remaining hours of down-time on video games, the young woman was curled up with a paperback book in one corner of the cushy leather couch situated in the middle of the living room. The sounds of Vivaldi's The Four Seasons filled the remaining nooks and crannies of the modern living space.

There were a few moments of awkward silence before Tessia began to speak, not once looking up from the engaging book as she did so, voice fairly low, but loud enough to be heard across the room.

“'Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them—if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history...'”

Tess paused and tilted her head up as she glared with a deadpan expression at the pantsuit agent standing a few meters away. “...It's poetry.” She concluded, closing the book and placing it in her lap.

“Pardon me?” Agent Mendoza arched an eyebrow as she stepped into the living room proper, and stopped just a few feet away, crossing her arms and trying not to seem too amused at the random comments coming from the other.

“The Catcher in the Rye.” The seated girl responded. “It’s a book.”

“I know that.” The Agent snickered. “I haven’t read it though.”

“And why would you?” Tess shrugged. “It’s message goes against everything you and your colleagues are striving to fight for.”

“And what is that?”

“Oppression.” She said plainly. “Essentially stripping away what freedoms we might have left and any semblance of childhood innocence, just so you all can play God.”

Agent Mendoza sighed. This wasn’t the first time she’d heard this kind of rhetoric from the girl. The insane conspiracy theories that built up in her beautiful and intelligent -yet troubled- mind generally had a very circular pattern, always ending with a “coverup” of some sort of another. Always placing blame on government machinations, and the people behind it all. But, the Agent also was not a least bit surprised considering how much information Tessia had acquired in such a short amount of time from their mainframes alone. The girl’s innate abilities to tap into and travel at great distances secured computer networks with the right amount of time has been a cause for concern.

“Tessia, I don’t have time for this right now. Just please eat something, get dressed, and meet me in Studio-C in one hour.” The woman, clearly a bit put-off by the conversation, turned on her heel and headed for the door.

“Who’s Rachel?”

Shit. With fingers wrapped around the handle, Miranda stopped just short of opening the door, pausing for a moment and hoping that the flushed feeling in her face would go unnoticed. While it was one thing that the nineteen year old meta-human could telepathically link and read countless computer systems, the Agent at least felt a small comfort in knowing she couldn’t read minds.

“That is no one you need to be concerned with.” Mendoza finally said, opening the door and stepping through. “Please be on time.” Her stern voice echoed as the door closed.

Our Final Nights: A World of Darkness Roleplay

Bringing Eva back again!

@Ruby

It's been a while and need a boost

Hey there and welcome to Guild, @AvengerSpirit!

There's a fairly mixed bag of genres here, so I'm sure you'll find something that interests you, whether it's a group or 1x1 RP. I'd say a good portion of the the age range is between 20-30, but like anywhere, you'll find those who are more mature-minded than others :)

Good luck in your search.