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- Wed Apr 14, 2010 9:41 am
- Forum: Out at the Fire Pit
- Topic: The sad saga of the witcheater.(These happened long ago.)
- Replies: 19
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The sun came up over the city that they call haven. Fires were lit all over the hamlet, deep in the forest on the middle of two crossroads. Smells of death still linger, as well as a buzz of magic that tickles my throat like chum in the water. I like to watch the sun come up over the mountains. This...
- Tue Mar 30, 2010 12:29 pm
- Forum: Out at the Fire Pit
- Topic: The sad saga of the witcheater.(These happened long ago.)
- Replies: 19
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The man in the black leather armor, pointed at the creature, and chanted under his breath. Bolts of shadow launched from the tips of his fingers, and leapt at the creature. The creature smiled, a horrific thing to be hold with gangly teeth and rotting flesh caught in them as the bolt struck his thic...
- Mon Mar 22, 2010 1:00 pm
- Forum: Out at the Fire Pit
- Topic: The sad saga of the witcheater.(These happened long ago.)
- Replies: 19
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The troll walked forward, swinging club low, the creature, the scabrous skin and foul breath monster was a swamp troll, big, mean and hungry. It had a sheep tucked under its arm, and Spike had been promised that very animal if Spike could kill or drive off the troll. Spike’s stomach growled as he wa...
- Tue Mar 16, 2010 3:54 pm
- Forum: Out at the Fire Pit
- Topic: The sad saga of the witcheater.(These happened long ago.)
- Replies: 19
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The Elf held up the magic light as it flickered off the cramped walls of the tiny mountain cave. The waterfall that led south out of Fallsdale was frozen solid, white, and deep blue, like a river captured in time and space. The Elves found the little cave after following a train of thick, bloody red...
- Wed Mar 10, 2010 1:51 pm
- Forum: Out at the Fire Pit
- Topic: The sad saga of the witcheater.(These happened long ago.)
- Replies: 19
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A single arrow, feathered with the delicate silky plumage of a Lanna’am bird, light as swift. The arrow was long and slender with a finely pointed tip capped in Elven steel. These arrows were known to puncture the armor of dwarves at two hundred yards. The arrow flew across the space, arcing majesti...
- Wed Mar 03, 2010 6:50 pm
- Forum: Out at the Fire Pit
- Topic: The sad saga of the witcheater.(These happened long ago.)
- Replies: 19
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That morning, Fallsdale was quiet and frozen over. The snow had stopped during the night, and the horrible wind had blown its self out sometime during the deep hours. The Elves didn’t sleep, their eye lids popping up at every twig and crack of ice during the night. That morning they came to Norman’s...
- Tue Feb 23, 2010 2:46 pm
- Forum: Out at the Fire Pit
- Topic: The sad saga of the witcheater.(These happened long ago.)
- Replies: 19
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The human town of Fallsdale had seen better days. Horse backed elven soldiers walked the tiny trail that served as a main street, and the few thatch huts that made up the tiny hamlet. Sure there were farms outside of town, but the Sylvandar army had those under lock down too. Norman, the bearded bla...
- Wed Feb 17, 2010 1:06 pm
- Forum: Out at the Fire Pit
- Topic: The sad saga of the witcheater.(These happened long ago.)
- Replies: 19
- Views: 25312
The burning smell of flesh and blood filled the nostrils of the creature as the Elf Master pushed the branding iron into his flesh. He cried out, in a roar, but could not move, chained and hooded. The veil was pulled, and the creature was kneeling in front of three humans, each covered in tattered c...
- Fri Feb 12, 2010 9:00 am
- Forum: Out at the Fire Pit
- Topic: The sad saga of the witcheater.(These happened long ago.)
- Replies: 19
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The creature followed the blind man out the door, dragging his broken chains behind him. He didn’t understand, but in, time, maybe he would. The elf master stood in front of three kneeling half elves, petty, worthless dogs that have the unfortunate luck of bearing the elf blood. The creature kneels ...
- Thu Feb 11, 2010 9:31 am
- Forum: Out at the Fire Pit
- Topic: The sad saga of the witcheater.(These happened long ago.)
- Replies: 19
- Views: 25312
The creature looked at the tiny group of people in the warm room. His mouth dripped with fresh kill, given to him by the strange lizard man, who stood, his eyes reflecting the light of the slowly burning camp fire. “Who is master?” The creature managed to say though a mouth filled with shark teethe....
- Thu Feb 04, 2010 2:04 pm
- Forum: Out at the Fire Pit
- Topic: The sad saga of the witcheater.(These happened long ago.)
- Replies: 19
- Views: 25312
The woman’s head rolled a few feet from the elves who were standing to the left. The warrior laughed and slipped his blade back into it’s sheath as the men rolled with amusement. In the woman’s arm, a baby still squirmed, wet and warm soaked with blood. It’s fat human fingers were waddled in cloth, ...
- Mon Feb 01, 2010 10:26 am
- Forum: Out at the Fire Pit
- Topic: The sad saga of the witcheater.(These happened long ago.)
- Replies: 19
- Views: 25312
“We are going to go in and kill them all.” The elf says, yanking hard on the chain. The chain is hooked to a metal collar with spikes on the under side, sharp, so a single twisting motion and the creature’s neck begins to bleed, even through his marble like skin, the spikes dig into the flesh. The c...
- Fri Jan 29, 2010 9:22 am
- Forum: Out at the Fire Pit
- Topic: The sad saga of the witcheater.(These happened long ago.)
- Replies: 19
- Views: 25312
“That is enough of that!” The elf said clutching the bloody flap of skin that was the left side of his face. The creature was bound hand and foot into a small stone crater, and there was a slick of blood along his wings, outstretched and ready. “Those wings are more trouble than they are worth.” The...
- Wed Jan 27, 2010 7:58 pm
- Forum: Out at the Fire Pit
- Topic: The sad saga of the witcheater.(These happened long ago.)
- Replies: 19
- Views: 25312
The creature lands on its side, breathing heavily, wounds from the cat of nine tails burned into his flesh along with the arcane runes. Blood trickled down the shattered folds of its wings in thick black clots. Several of its claws were broken off at the finger, and the creature’s left eye was swoll...
- Sat Jan 23, 2010 10:31 pm
- Forum: Out at the Fire Pit
- Topic: The sad saga of the witcheater.(These happened long ago.)
- Replies: 19
- Views: 25312
Hatch
A group of Elves gather around a large stone egg, black as night and as deep as the ancient voids. The egg weighs upwards of four hundred pounds and took six stout warriors to move. It sits inside a magic circle, entrapped within a web of magic. Chained to the egg is a single long Tsunotaur, wounded...