So we've talked about it a fair bit on the Alliance forums, and Zarukhad reckons we should give this weekend a shot! This will be destruction characters only!

Server: Gorfang

Time/day: 8:30pm EST this Saturday.

Names we've chosen so far would be myself as Rapskahl and Zarukhad as Zarkhad.

After writing a few pieces for Black Gate magazine that were rejected due to being "too similar to other sword and sorcery" pieces, I began City of Darkness to try to overcome that. Here is the opening from that as-yet unfinished tale. MOCK AS YE WILL.

The arrow had punctured his lungs. Cormot da Velle felt water–water? no, blood–gushing from the wound, choking his breath. He fell to one knee. What luck he had! Most men who were hit with arrows died from gangrene or the ravages of some other disease. He would die gasping for air, drowning in his own fluids. What madness had led him to follow that thrice-cursed hero? It was all for naught now, he considered grimly.

The Beard

Who would you choose to play your character in a movie?  No year limit here -- this is a dream production.

For Giacinta, I would have to say a young Isabella Rosellini, even though they'd have to bleach her hair a bit and give her blue contacts.  :P

  Elhothyl leaned on one arm in the early morning shade of a tree, his staff lay cradled in the other arm and against his shoulder.  Several meters behind him and well within the tree line waited two columns of Asur warriors.  A unit of Sword Masters of Hoeth and a unit of Archers, 1st year students at the Tower, stood at rest, still as slumbering oaks and as deadly silent as the wind.  They were returning victorious to the White Tower from skirmish duty in the Blighted Isle in an attempt to stem the tide of Druchii that seemed to be ever flowing into Ulthuan from it’s shores.  Elhothyl had received word that he was to receive a new charge upon returning to the Tower and would most likely be dispatched from his services at the academy for an extended pe

The artist dragged a sooty fingertip veiled with a dirty chamois cloth coated in charcoal dust along the pristine paper, beginning the first marks of a drawing.

I am determined to master the glaring skull before me.

Defiantly, Meryt gripped the chubby, angular stub of ebony charcoal—not even the length of her littlest finger—and outlined the fabrications of the skull’s beginnings.  The twinned bones of her wrist turned with delicate, precise ease as she manipulated the ebony streaks and lines.  Hard, stubborn, obstinate curves here.  Light, airy curves there.   Each line and curve she rendered with a brief prayer to Lileath.

Lady Toveri sat in the ruinous expanse of the palace's long-abandoned grounds. The Sovaraël had been retreating for centuries, their ancient estate gnawed and nibbled by the Greatwood itself as the trees slowly reclaimed their land. She brooded in elvish sadness by a tumbled fountain choked with weeds. On her knee there sat a harp, and her long gown fell silken-red into the filthy water. She was beyond caring - time had pressed down on her. The endless passage of years had eroded her, the rivers of life had carried away all but the ghost of a mind left somewhere within that faded form. Too many sorrows, too few joys, had crushed the Lady Toveri as it crushed all elves who chose to linger too long in the House of Sorrows.

I have an alliance website up, go to guildportal and search Phoenix Crown Alliance.

http://www.thekeep.org/~kunoichi/kunoichi/themestream/egypt_alcohol.html

So this is a little short I'm working on, set within my D&D campaign setting. HOW NARCISSISTIC CAN I GET. Anyway, here it is: The Fall of the Thrones.

I found this and thought it might be helpful.  I know it is not canon, but there really isn't much out there regarding Tilea, so I have adopted it for Giacinta's storyline.

http://www.freewebs.com/kalevalahammer/Tilea_Geo_uk_1-13.jpg

I was going to post some of the shit I've been working my tiny fatless ass off on BUT THEVETIA BEAT ME TO IT.
Behold, a blog made without my permission in less than 20 mins. Thevetia is genius 8D! P.S that first building will be re-worked. Thevetia, you slave driver...

http://workinjones.blogspot.com/ 
Because Ormir's comp fails, here are a few picz. But you miss out on Thevetia's waspish commentary.

The title says it all for today.  I'm waiting for something to get a number so I can route it.  I'm waiting for two other things to be reviewed.  I have nothing more I can do with another project and well, the meeting that would change that is at 4pm!  GAH!  Oh, and other reports I could do are waiting for the summaries from someone else.  I haven't had a wait day like this in a long time and it's driving me crazy!

So expect me to probably be lurking here TOO MUCH!

Correction, what I SHOULD BE DOING instead of playing WAR....

I've been slowly working on this on and off. I plan on making a street scene, then go back to working on my character, Dolly. I gotta say, making those pipes was hella fun. What can I say, I guess I'm a techy geek at heart. Words like "quads" and "ray tracing" really get my blood pumping. 

Look at the beauty that is my BOG SIMPLE rubbish bin. Look at it. Look.

...except for the missing body parts and stuff.  :p

This an open invitation to a live open rp event we do on the Order side of Phonix Throne every Monday night called, "Redhammer Mondays".  Redhammer Mondays are a time for rpers to gather IC at the Redhammer Pub in Ekrund so that they can have a few drinks and some good times with fellow rpers.  This is one of the several open rp social events I'm going to start posting invites for.  The event will begin around 10PM EST and will go until everyone feels like leaving.  All dialgoue and emote interactions are strictly IC at these events to keep the level of emersion up.  I won't personally be there until closer to 10:30 or 11:00 because I have to work tonight but feel free to show up whenever you want!

How am I ever going to be an animator if I keep drawing things like this shoddy piece of junk...........

I tried to do something realistic but I failed and it turned into this

In the great tradition of Margret. <3

Here's Slaanesh-worshipping knowledge-obsessed evil Balvina. This was just a quickie, so pardon the lack of detail.

Slaanesh as he appears to Faulkor. This is a young Faulkor, back before he was corrupted. I just spent 5 hours doing this, wow.

Lyrics

Tales of longing sway
Lost without a verse
Hymns of swing lay low
There by the Church...

"Don't go in if you are Abnormally Attracted to Sin..." 

Just Montoya.. sitting naked on the windowsill..

So here we have Faulkor, looking something like a demonic troll. And Tavin Nacht, looking like a heroin addict. I'M SO SORRY TAVIN.

Yes, Faulkor has nipple rings. He has rings in places you don't want to know about.

Because I got tired of keeping these to myself.

Balvina

Mariangela
Einrecht

=D

Picture made with this art/sketch blog thingy!

http://www.unowen.net/tegaki/index.php

"If the balls aren't touching its not gay!"

I think I saw a bit of my soul fly away as I drew this......... was not a place I wanted to go back to.......

Was gonna be a full on picture but I got really lazy......... =D

Einrecht had been enjoying several drinks with Ozorhaar and William that evening, and it would be a lie to say that none of them were enjoying the drinks entirely. As the evening drew to an end, William made his way towards the door of the tavarn, and Ozorhaar promptly cleared his nostril on the floor and found a pleasant amount of realestate to fall asleep.

Einrecht sat on his old creaking stool for a moment, still holding his mug unsteadily, when something caught his attention; a small book, which looked vaguely firmiliar to him.

Little Braith...
Gingers: their numbers are growing.