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The Pit Fiend of the NessusGrayson poised himself proudly at the far corner of the circular arena. Pits of lava lined the exterior and the painful harrowing of demons fed through the many corridors leading into the battleground from where he stood. Across from him, his malice-driven, snake-bodied opponent slithered back and forth, eyeing him with those glittering, otherworldly eyes. Even under her soulless gaze, Grayson knew that even mariliths bled; even mariliths could be killed.The Pit Fiend of the Nessus by thwackcrackers
Her six arms hoisted an array of serrated, demonic weapons which vied to cleave, bludgeon, and gut him limb from limb. Her sinuously long and armored snake-like tail slid rather elegantly along the blood stained metal arena floor. Grayson patted himself down, a habitual examination he did before every fight. His obsidian-red plate armor moved with unmatched balance and grace. He smiled to himself, knowing he wasn't sacrificing protection for the sake of agility unlike his rival.
To the side of both combatants sat a mighty throne
The Dragon Queen of the First Imperium>Solidarity Hostile Airspace, Specialist Operative Isaac "Spanner" Cooper in route to PriTek Global Headquarters, bastion of rising insurgency, January 12, 2714 - PST<The Dragon Queen of the First Imperium by thwackcrackers
"The City of Angels," Eli scorned, gazing out the gunner's view of the small Argos dropship. The scraping metropolis of Los Angeles lay strewn far below him, an incoherent maze of skyscrapers and highways laying haphazardly in all directions. "What a shit hole."
Eli glanced over his shoulder to witness the Operative, Spanner, sitting with a large M933 Trinity assault rifle cradled in his arms like a newborn baby. The Operative scraped all thoughts to speak deeply away and simply stared at his partner.
"You know the crime rates have escalated three times this past year?" Eli continued. "The Royal Family has attempted to put a stop to the revolts with curfews and marshal law. I don't understand why they don't just send in the Inquisitors."
An amused chortle garnered Eli's attention. "If the Royal Family dispatc
The Eternal Bond of a Dragon Rider"It's rather shallow." The healer noted, cautiously peeling away Rhilahan's bloody shirt. He meticulously studied the wound along the Ranger's lower back before applying the numbing balm. With nimble fingers, the elderly healer began stitching the torn skin back together. His attention to detail did not falter even among the growing cries of pain in the crowded chapel. Anyone with any sense of medical experience were thrown into the fray helping the wounded and easing the dying's final minutes.The Eternal Bond of a Dragon Rider by thwackcrackers
The past two days brought nothing but death and grief for the people of Eyrarfell. The ongoing conflict with the Gnolls may have dragged the Duchy into three years of bloodshed but never did the peaceful villagers of Eyrarfell believe that the war would march to their doorsteps. Half of the village still burned and many innocents were slaughtered. The healer couldn't help but admire his patient, the man who seemingly appeared out of nowhere with a contingent of rangers to aid
FreaksFreaks by wingedhatchling
The day was peaceful, the breeze felt wonderful upon Loss's skin and the berries were sweet to her tongue. The young girl felt a rare sense of blissful contentedness among the berry-bushes. She let the feeling take over her senses, and attempted to push back her memories from half-an-hour before. After all, why let the unpleasant memories of sharp pain and bruising skin ruin the moment? The girl shook her head to throw the memory out and continued feeling her way down rows of blue-berry bushes.
As she walked she considered the horrible stories her aunt and cousins were always telling her about the forest. She snickered at the thought of a monster in the forest, after all how could something dreadful live in a place that smelled so sweet, had the wonderful chorus of birds chirping, contained the taste of berries, and gave her the soft touch of speckled sunlight through such soft leaves? The stories they had told her must have been simply to keep her awake at night and to make her fear t
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