MordorianNazgul

Fade in, fade out. He could feel the weight of the Recognizer across him, crushing the left side of his body. He was pinned, and everything hurt. Not the sharp, spiking pain when he was thrown into a wall that had been corrupted, but a dull, throbbing ache.  Even so, his focus was centered on it. He had really thought it would hurt more than it did. Was altered perception part of derezzing? He didn't know. He did know that he was going to derezz. There wasn't enough power going to his systems for him to survive. Fade out, fade in. He shifted his gaze to the limp, unconscious body next to him. At least he had gotten Quorra out safely. His f

Candlekeep. It was a fortress, a library, a secluded monastery, the greatest collection of learning on the face of the continent called Faerun. It had also been home for three young children. Two of them were brunettes, two were half-elves, and two of them had blue eyes - a collection of twos that somehow equaled out to three very different beings. One of them belonged to the categories of 'half-elf' and 'blue-eyed', but when it came to his hair color, the brilliant red made him stand out from his two companions. Even with their differences, the three became fast friends and played together when their chores were done - or when they could ski

Uncle Tezzy always told the best stories. It wasn't an exaggeration, it was a fact; the ginger half-elf never seemed to run out of stories, and he always told them well. He varied them up, day to day. Sometimes there would be brave knights fighting to save the kingdom and Tez would have swordfights with himself (with some help from an enchanted sword that could wield itself). Sometimes he'd tell stories of terrible monsters, the many-eyed things that wanted so much to come to the Prime Material plane and destroy it. On more than one occasion he would regail the younger generation with tales of their fathers or mothers, of the adventures of th

He woke to see a pair of bright green eyes... that did not belong to his boyfriend. He would startle back and start grabbing for his dagger normally, but this was a special case and he'd gotten somewhat used to this late-night intrusions into his room. His roommate Seth had brought the man, naked save for a shirt that didn't quite cover everything, home one day. He'd said the man's name was Dennis and that he was actually a giant robot who had been affected by an LOL - which was basically code for the most mean-spirited spells in the universe - and asked if he could stay. Of course Ash couldn't turn his own roommate down, especially when thi