Equinox

Jeg elsker det. - Love it! More to-the-bones then my style, but it's nice. :)

A mysterious stranger adorned with a body length coat, mask, and peculiar cowboy-esque hat comes to you, holding a book with a small snake on the front of it. He hands it to you. ## A inscription, and a well drawn picture is with in the first few pages. The story goes as follows... ============ XVX ============ ============ XVX ============ A woman adorned with a dress and some pieces of her husbands armor ran through the darkness of the forest. Recently cutting off most of her hair to escape her past appearance. She was running from a whole civilizations worth of hunters. Quite literally known as: Artemis. These hunters trekked through the forests day and night to keep up with the woman. Old bounty hunters and new bounty hunters walked side by side adorned in cloaks, wielding blades and muskets all the way through. Whatever this woman had done could easily be considered the utmost taboo of their civilization. So her retreat was warranted. These hunters of Artemis walked in groups, and one group in particular: The Shipyard, strayed to chase a rogue change of direction from the rest. The woman had found a way of movement that was harder to trace, but yet these hunters trailed behind with haste. There was something peculiar about the Shipyard. They wandered with a massive creature that crushed the perception of many's realities of the possibilities of such creatures existing in the first place. A lumbering behemoth that rolled throughout the night. Adorned with a massive horn, and a muscles that could shatter the strongest of walls. With every step, it created a sound loud enough for the whole forest to become silent. Making it relatively easy for the hunters that roamed with it to find a new sound, like the woman. The woman continued to run until she found what was thought to be a boulder. Jumping over the small of the rock and down behind it. This was nearing the end. Her whole story was to end here or be tortured by the hunters that found her. She was no sword of morning, or glory of the grace, but she was the warrior wife to a even more legendary deceased husband. They never got along, and so she trained herself. She laid behind the boulder, listening to the slamming of the meek forest floor by the behemoth. The first sounds of mankind following behind it. The beast stopped, and the men began to look in directions of all sorts. She unsheathed her blade as a man strides towards the boulder she hid behind. Preparing herself for a final act. ============ XVX ============ Another story. Again, sorry for terrible grammar, and spelling.

Too much uruk 11/10

I have never actually had any experience given to me while repairing towards blacksmithing.

Reminds me of your older picture. Yummy yummy noodle snake. 10/10 ------<~

To be honest, all 3 of you know you are able-bodied RPers, try and embody some edge and become a group of 3 lady bounty hunters. Or 1+2. It would add some new experiences, and maybe you could collab with some ETs to make some events that your 3 bounty hunters could lead with.

The darkened iron clad individual raises her hands in a gesture that suggested 'woo.' Stopping after a moment to begin dreadfully walking on along.

Yay, this team is on Fyaa~

I also vote @mitto, and I swear on my grandpappy's grave he will happen.

A figure adorn with metals of the darker variety took a step from behind a tree. Recently having to run off the path due to the sounds of the very things she was to watch pass by. A shift of her head to take a look, and almost immediately she was met with a shiver down her spine. "Oh sweet purity..." She twists, hiding behind the tree once again. Waiting for the walking dead to walk away.

See you in the future.

Another late night, and rather terrifying story I wrote, ITS NOT CANON. Aaaah. ---------------------------------------------))X(( --------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------))X(( --------------------------------------------- Do you hear that? The sounds of destruction? A woman adorn in black and white leathers, buttoned up from wrist to throat. With glistening white hair, and piercing pale blue eyes. Who wields a blade distorted by reality, crafted of legendary aengul eyes, the craftsmanship done in such a manner that any blacksmith in the mortal plain could not claim creation. When she appears anger, all who have lived fear her very existence. Her blade extends at will, shattering and whipping through the stones and quartz that held whole palaces in structural balance. A blatant feat commended as simply; Godly... There is something divine about this creature, something so wicked and distorted from the reality of her victims. It is understandable many would call her simply blessed with power, yet she came to be as a form of someone's wrong doing. A vindicator to all, a creature so warmly proceeded as to being a goddess. Those that ask the question of her arrival are met with a serpent of a size that dwarfs that of even the depth's devourer. A uwaba-mi, only a million times larger in size... Spanning half a kilometer in length, and 10 or so meters from its most shorter point, and 17 meters to it's highest. The beast that follows this maiden of death is adorn with black scales, stronger then the scales of even the most utmost echelon of Dragaar. Not even the maiden's own blade can pierce or even hinder the creature in any shape. This monster darts from the sky as the woman appears. Smashing into anything and everything with ease, for a creature of that size could even shatter the bedrock under the grassy knoll. Is it truly our world, and not theirs? The reality of the situation is dire. Whole nations crumble underneath the whim of this woman and her pet. A sensational feat that dwarfed legends from the past, and even those that come from the future. There needs to be a name given to this event. A sign to understand who she is, and why she has come. No one dared to name her something as weak and fragile as a mortal's name. No elf, no human, no uruk, no dwarf. These names did not fit her, they did not fit what she created, and what she destroyed. The whole world stood mute at her appearance, at her ability, at her legacy. She was born of different vice, different strengths. There were few of this world that had the ability to name her, Ghouls, Wraiths, Dragaar, and Drakaar alike. One peculiar Drakaar took up the task, and weighed the fate of everything the world held sacred. To name a behemoth of another dimension. Her name was Sophie, and she was a good girl. ---------------------------------------------))X(( --------------------------------------------- Again, its like.. 3 in the morning, and I should be sleeping, but noooo, I wanna write. @w@ #Aboutasclimaticasmysexlife

Looks like I have to stress-test Zer0's new machine, and also give him a actual challenge. You ready for this Mithius-Level'd fat order?! Payment Screen shot(Tips are appreciated): (Will input later) Are you willing to wait?: Yes, of course. What body build?: That'll be disclosed in the spoiler underneath. What position do you want ? If there is a picture you want to reference send a link: Those that are not already given a pose in the spoiler will simply stand around, or your own tastes. Character skin Google Link: https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B4YL8DGcT3IuUTltVnRvbEtybjg Do you want the rig or your skin texture/model: Rig-only If you want mobs or items around your character list (up to 5): 9 Items, disclosed in spoiler underneath Scenery : https://gyazo.com/9480fc40317db1f846a55170adedcd92 https://gyazo.com/54def8bc9edc8c50a9d263189c042143 X 3000 Y 65 Z -2105 EBONGLADE FRONT GATE Heres the actual order details for you.

Remove everything after Daemonic, (Illuminated, Godsent, and Supercalifragilistic) Nerf anyone from above this threshold down to veteran or aengulic. Then nerf anyone above aengulic to veteran, and keep veterans where they are. Or we could go on a time based skill system where time is the ultimate factor, but that would be hard to explain. Partial wipe and nerfing of the skill system would be awesome. I don't want to lose 90+ in game hours on my skills, i'd rather keep them into the next map, even if they are nerfed. Which means i'm still slightly above the rest.

I demand @9___9 the utmost wonderful, Tahmas!

Good lore, good job, we both know this. I want this to happen, and I want it now.

First few days on a old alt with steampunk arms (I was a edgey newblet then.) and managing to steam roll 3 people with 3 20/20 rolls to the head. A few times with Aislinn where we'd be on the run back in 3.0 and then getting caught. Getting tortured down in someones basement, that RP was actually really good. My dark elf finding a IC partner, who later on became my bethrothed irl ooc. All fun...

Oh, hey, whats up? If I was allowed to have more, i'd certainly get like a million more. Sorry. The information looks nice, from Squirtie and the Appdata, just seems slightly odd with nearly identical rates of acceptance and of being denied...

I squealed at the hedgehog adorableness. Marry me.

The peculiar mali'ker signs her name in her signature redstone dust. Indyni Ig'machan, Blister child. I sign as cs_office, none of my other alts.

Tricky Subject A script from the tome of luck. An old man stands at the gates of the afterlife. A beam of light has to ask him 3 simple questions. The first... "Did you do well?" The man replies, dully: "I believe so." The beam then asks. "Can you tell me why?" So the man does so. "I lived, I created a family, and with age, I have died. I am no murderer, I am only kind." So the beam lets out a sigh, "Yet there is blood on your hands, why?" The man laughs, slamming his staff into the pathway underneath him. "Anyone who has blood on my hands, has died by their own accord, I am a man who has never committed a crime, only have the people i've met have seem to queue for bad luck." The beam, unable to ask more questions, rumbles, letting the man inside. Once the man gets inside. He laughs, a crowd of angry victims look to him. The beam, now free to ask by rights of letting him ask him this: "Who are these people then?" The man replies. Gleaming with joy, and with a toothy grin. "Unlucky."

Weapon Type: Sword, Kriegsmesser Blade features: Gentle curvature, the bladed edge darker then the rest. Guard, Pommel and Grip features: Pommel sharing the same color as the blade, darkened on the same edge as the blade would. The grip could be a dark red loosened leather, almost falling apart. The guard itself would have a few pieces of leather wrapped around it, but still very much the same as the reference picture. Colour Scheme: Gray and Dark-Red (Leathery) Reference picture: