~: Captain Halstead was in rare form today, perhaps actually excited for the chase. Lookouts stationed around the Isles had given him Deegrade's heading, and at full sail they were in hot pursuit. Hell, the "merchant" captain had even taken the place of his helmsman at the wheel, making on...

If by excitement you mean me dual-wielding "1 vorpals," yes.

$20 shall be my payment for this cuisine! And I promise to actually be present to eat this time Q\></!!

// An end once and for all... ~: Trudging through the shadows of night, looking left and looking right. He followed the path of carnage that had clearly been made; splotches of crimson in the moonlight. Pieces of armor here and there. The black warrior's shield still embedded in a tree trunk. Furrow...

// Winner take all.... ~: Surprise would be the best word used to describe the wideness of eyes. Dichromatic eyes that had taken in the sudden leaving of the ground as the body they were attached to had been physically hurled away. The sight of the opponent, distance growing before the owner of the ...

// And next we begin to build.... ~: Eyes lock as one has come to an understanding while the other comes up so short it is maddening. Black fists ball up in response to the rage that wants to let loose from inside that dark armor. Such outbursts however are meant for enemies. As the eyes inside that...

// Throw this music on to set the mood.... ~: It was another cold night, winter's chill seemingly everlasting on the landscape. The waxing gibbous above told him the full moon was near, also serving to illuminate the night as he strolled between the trees. The shadow he cast strode between the elong...

" Meh..council...psh. Also Marcus, I don't think I could take myself seriously. But if we ever fight, I'll definitely take a bit of time to flesh-tone myself and paint on the craziest mustache you've ever seen. " ~: Tilting back and forth with one foot holding him in place, Legion seems ra...

" Pale? " ~: Legion's eyes rolled over to Marcus, that grin spreading white on white across his face. Ahh, so someone had noticed. He leaned back in his chair, arms behind his head as he replied. :~ " That was me hiding behind something I'm obviously not, Marcus. The Valkyn'Vi paint t...

~: It's times like this, when absolutely nothing is being destroyed that something analogous with total annihilation waltzes in through the front door. Whom might it be? Well it was hard to tell as he'd taken to wearing absolutely no paint after the last run-in with the Valkyn'Vi council. Or maybe t...

First and foremost thank you to everyone involved with Finalhaven, new and old. You guys make it greatness. Now straight to the feedback. The awesome The plots. The RP. The amazing effort put forward to tell stories that illicit reaction both emotional and physical. To me this was the foundation of ...

" Well Serith, if you were an authority figure I'd toast to you upon your expiration. But since you're just a royal badass I think I'll chug a keg when we lose you to drown my sadness! " He returned the expression, right hand going to Serith's left shoulder a white smile broke on a white b...

" It isn't that I don't want armor, because believe me, I do. It's finding the right suit that...well...fits me. We..Valkyn'Vi that is, express ourselves outwardly as much as we can. If not for my paint, well, I'd be just some albino humanish thing. So I want to find a suit that fits my...color...

" Even if our races didn't have the best history...I've always liked the music. " Another one who hadn't been able to stay in any one place for too long. Too much to do, too many places to be to help. The Fishing Village, still a mess after being raided by the undead and what-have-you. Now...

~: Things...were different. He could feel that much. Even if he didn't understand it as well as others. Sure he and Francesco had never had an amount of time to sit down and chat. Or enjoy some old tales of valor and glory. His last memories of Francesco was the man looking down on him, pity in his ...