The young man blew into his hands, the hot air from his lungs temporarily warming his fingers as he rubbed them together to fight off the chill. The fire in front of him was small, but it was starting to grow, the cold wind making it grow faster. “Usually doesn’t get this cold this time of the year,” the young man muttered to himself. He was tall, with blond hair that was just on the side of shaggy. Pale with green eyes, he had an athletic build that was hidden under the warm cloak currently draped around him. An eagle eyed observer might notice the armor beneath the cloak, an unusual green color. He sat on a strange looking chair by the campfire he had started, warming himself. Next to the chair was a simple looking bag that looked too small to have produced the chair, along with two different longswords. One looked ornate, it’s hilt designed almost like a grasping claw around the sheath. The other looked plain and ordinary, nothing fancy about it at all. As the fire grew, the blond
It could have been the same grungy bar in any of the myriad of systems that dotted the frontier. A mediocre pastels of browns and grays, angry, burly looking figures drinking loudly and boisterously.
Then she walked in, a vibrant splash of color as she moved through the bar, causing it to grow silent as reactions to her presence went. Red hair streamed down her back, contrasting to her green dress which hugged her figure, looking completely oblivious to the looks she was getting as she moved up to the front of the bar, smiling towards the barkeep, who unlike his patrons looked completely nonplussed.
“Can I help you?” the barkeep
Cold Iron Chronicles - III by AGodofIrony, literature
Literature
Cold Iron Chronicles - III
“A prison?” Connor asked, looking concerned as he looked around.
“Yah... explains why this wasn't found until recently,” Edda said, looking over the stone work now, running his hands over a wall.
“Why's that?” Sergeant Jint asked, “I thought the dwarves had to give up the location of all their strongholds when their King surrendered, back at the end of the Dwarven War.”
“Th-that's obviously a lie.”
Everyone turned, the dwarven expert Fredson the soldiers had with them finally speaking up. He coughed, then straightened his robes, “We know that they did not surrender al
The young man blew into his hands, the hot air from his lungs temporarily warming his fingers as he rubbed them together to fight off the chill. The fire in front of him was small, but it was starting to grow, the cold wind making it grow faster. “Usually doesn’t get this cold this time of the year,” the young man muttered to himself. He was tall, with blond hair that was just on the side of shaggy. Pale with green eyes, he had an athletic build that was hidden under the warm cloak currently draped around him. An eagle eyed observer might notice the armor beneath the cloak, an unusual green color. He sat on a strange looking chair by the campfire he had started, warming himself. Next to the chair was a simple looking bag that looked too small to have produced the chair, along with two different longswords. One looked ornate, it’s hilt designed almost like a grasping claw around the sheath. The other looked plain and ordinary, nothing fancy about it at all. As the fire grew, the blond
It could have been the same grungy bar in any of the myriad of systems that dotted the frontier. A mediocre pastels of browns and grays, angry, burly looking figures drinking loudly and boisterously.
Then she walked in, a vibrant splash of color as she moved through the bar, causing it to grow silent as reactions to her presence went. Red hair streamed down her back, contrasting to her green dress which hugged her figure, looking completely oblivious to the looks she was getting as she moved up to the front of the bar, smiling towards the barkeep, who unlike his patrons looked completely nonplussed.
“Can I help you?” the barkeep
Cold Iron Chronicles - III by AGodofIrony, literature
Literature
Cold Iron Chronicles - III
“A prison?” Connor asked, looking concerned as he looked around.
“Yah... explains why this wasn't found until recently,” Edda said, looking over the stone work now, running his hands over a wall.
“Why's that?” Sergeant Jint asked, “I thought the dwarves had to give up the location of all their strongholds when their King surrendered, back at the end of the Dwarven War.”
“Th-that's obviously a lie.”
Everyone turned, the dwarven expert Fredson the soldiers had with them finally speaking up. He coughed, then straightened his robes, “We know that they did not surrender al
A Day in the Life of Mission Control by TheViditofLight, literature
Literature
A Day in the Life of Mission Control
On a certain orbital mining station belonging to one of the galaxy’s most renowned (for all the best and worst reasons) mining conglomerates, a hefty figure trudged into a dimly-lit room alight with all manner of computer screens, data feeds, map displays, and even vital signs monitoring equipment. “Ugh...another day at the office...” the stocky figure stated. “...or the Mission Control Center, as it were.” He thought about this for a moment. “Mission Control”-his title. He sighed, often wondering just how in “control” he really was. Hardly any sooner had he sat down than one of his screens-the launch control screen, used for controlling the dispatch of one of the station’s personnel and equipment drop and recovery pods-displayed a warning. “FOREGIN OBJECTS IN LAUNCH BAY” The figure slowly sighed, and collected himself, taking a sip of his coffee to allow himself a bit of energy and refreshment. The hot, bitter liquid flowed over his tongue and down his throat, the sensations
So I've been tagged, and I'm suppose to tag other people, but... ehhhh, screw it.
Basically I must give thirteen facts, answer 13 questions, then give thirteen questions people I tagged have to answer. Since I'm not tagging anyone... it'll just be whoever wants to do it can use those.
Facts About Me
I really like collecting Transformers toys. I'm especially a big fan of their current Combiner Wars line going on. I mean... transforming robots that combine together? That's fricken awesome.
Jurassic Park is my favorite book and movie.
Community is my favorite TV show though. And everyone should watch it.
The vast majority of my characters
Hey, ~Bambz-Art (https://www.deviantart.com/bambz-art) is doing a raffle!
I've gotten two very nice commissions from them in the past, so I am definitely entering this raffle. XD And suggesting other people go check out their art and commission prices and all that!
Been watching the Nolan Batman movies today because... I just kind of want to, and two things.
Not!Robin, Blake guy, the cop, should have been called Terry. Been more fun, a nod to Batman Beyond and goes with the second thing I will get to.
Bane? He's more like Mad Stan. Also from Batman Beyond.
Think about it. He uses explosives pretty frequently, preaches about anarchy and the downfall of the status quo... His personality traits and everything is much more Mad Stan then they are Bane.
Just wanted to share that.
Hello everything is fine? My name is kaksumi and I work with adoptables and commissions and I'm here to invite you to know my profile, it has different styles of art, I believe you will like it! All the best to you!❤️
Hello, I'm sorry to bother you, but suddenly you will be interested in my drawings. If suddenly you don't like such importunity, then I apologize even more!