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History/Creation: There are stories about the Kobolds that the Drow down below created centuries ago. Several magic-users had become bored one day and a bet was made regarding the ability to create a race that would serve as both target practice and a kind of pet for the little ones. Several attempts were made to do this but they had all ended up becoming a small disaster. One magic-user over several months however managed to succeed in their attempt. They used the runts of her riding lizard's clutch of eggs and transmuted them with a few Dwarves that had been taken during a recent raid. The first few results were bloody failures, piles of f

"You are OLD, Father William!" Professor Crane sighed as he looked up from his book, his glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose as he looked at Jervis. The mousey looking man was sitting in the chair beside him, his hat lovingly held in both of his hands as he shifted in his seat, giving Crane an imploring look. With a roll of his eyes Crane turned to the next page and he shook his head with a long world weary sigh. "Jervis, you need to find a less insulting way to tell me to turn to the next page," he said. "Besides...I am the one reading this book and you could be doing any number of other things with your time besides reading over m

"Is pres-ant!" Ogier chirped happily, smiling up at the Security officer Ben Selbolka. Cocking an eyebrow the officer looked the box over and he even pressed it to his ear, frowning to himself as he checked for any hidden "surprises" inside of it. Operative had warned him about how sometimes Rebels lied to Ogier and told him to deliver "presents" which were actually bombs in disguise. "A present, huh?" "Pres-ant for holidays!" Ogier agreed with a nod of his head and Ben couldn't help but chuckle softly, shaking his head as he worked at unwrapping the gift the young Guest had brought him. "How did you find where I live?" he asked. "Ogier l

When a psychic is deep asleep it is usually not wise to wake them up abruptly. There was a chance that such an action would cause the sleeping psychic to lash out with their powers against the person and such an event could end in the person's death or permanent mentally broken state. All in all it was a very dangerous thing to do and most people knew to never attempt such a thing. Aleck'zandra however was not exactly a "person" as she was more an "alien" than anything else and so she pounced right on top of Miles one morning, making the man wake with a startled cry. A wave of startled psychic energy flowed from the man's frazzled brain and

There were so many things he wanted to say and his broken body just wouldn't let him. The Feral Sniper Bruce sat on the floor of the kitchen, silently watching as the men he considered part of his "Pack" spoke to one another. Beside him sat his mate; the rescued Feral Cupcake. The feline minded man was sitting with his eyes closed, his back pressed up against the counter as he listened to everyone sitting at the kitchen table. Occasionally he would open his slitted eyes and he offered Bruce a look, purring as he licked his cheek tenderly. Slowly Bruce tilted his head to one side as they spoke to one another and the back of his brain began to

Cats like to Sleep But also enjoy Ruling the World

It was the middle of the night when a servant knocked softly on the King and Queen's bedroom door, rousing them from their sleep. Blinking owlishly, it took the King a few moments to collect his thoughts but once they were he threw on a robe and opened the door, frowning down at the blushing maid as she told him that there was a man with a child standing outside of the gates, refusing to speak to anyone but the King himself. "I am going to get my gun…" Miles muttered and he turned to do just that when he saw his wife sitting up in their bed, giving him one of her biggest stink eyes, an annoyed sounding coo escaping her lips. With a sigh

“Colonel, we've got a Ranger approaching the camp.” Hsu looked up from his maps, frowning a little at the soldier's announcement. “I was unaware that members of our own forces were something to announce when they came here,” he said. “Who is it?” he asked, looking back down at his maps, frowning to himself as he idly traced some of the routes. “It's Ranger Bryce, sir.” The Colonel looked up from his maps with raised eyebrows, looking at the soldier as if for the first time. “Bryce Anders?” “Yes, sir.” “How far away is he from the camp?” “It appears

It happened while he was in the middle of giving Feliciano another stern talking to about taking naps when he was supposed to be doing drills with everyone else. Ludwig was in the middle of a sentence when he suddenly stopped, his face becoming deathly pale as he stared just above Feliciano's head, his blue eyes unfocused as they slowly started to cross and he collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. "Ludwig?!" The blonde's body began to convulse violently on the ground and the small Italian whimpered, having never seen Ludwig like this before! "Ludwig, what are you doing?! I'm sorry for taking a nap! I'll never take any m

She found the locket among a pile of random trinkets in one of the unused rooms of the fortress. It was made out of silver, now tarnished from being left untouched for who knew how long. Patterns of trees and leaves decorated the outside of the locket and the chain and she ran her fingers over it before opening to see if there was anything inside. Alice’s eyes widened when she saw the image of the handsome Elf inside, his hair long and braided and dressed in a long flowing robe of green, decorated with images of flowers sewn into the material. She had never seen this Elf before and she wondered where her father had gotten it from. &ld

Toki was having a hard time getting over his father’s death and he was on the verge of needing a new liver like Nathan from all of his drinking to try and drown the memories of abuse. He still went to him, bringing a new bottle of vodka every time. Murderface was tired of everyone ignoring him and treating him like dirt and he had gone back to stabbing himself. He still went to him, arms crossed in anger. Nathan couldn’t find the master record and he needed a new liver again after going on a massive drinking binge that ended with ten dead. He still went to him, taking away Toki’s half empty bottle of vodka to finish it him

Name: Aloysius Gender: Female Keeper: Xanaphia Species Combo: Arabian Horse and Gray Wolf Appearance: From behind she looks like a perfectly normal chestnut colored horse. The only abnormality is her tail, which appears thicker and with shaggier fur instead of the usual sleek hair horses are known for having for tails. Once she lefts her head however, it is obvious that Aloysius is not a normal horse. Her front legs are much shaggier than her sleek back legs, having toes like a wolf but without claws and ending still in smaller segmented hooves. Her head looks like a wolf's head with the same fur as her front legs, though the nose is lo

The Canadian goose honked as it flew through the air, taking a brief moment to ride a thermal pocket higher up before diving down suddenly; coming down towards the ship like a rocket. “Where did she go?” the bird’s owner muttered to himself, looking up at the sky and narrowing his eyes. He didn’t appear to be a pirate when people looked at him at first, but then when there was a fight, he was usually in the middle of it; with his goose honking and hissing angrily in a way to cheer him on. He was dressed in different shades of blue; a cobalt blue headband around his forehead and a teal colored neckerchief around his thro

"They don't believe that you're real, Mr. Tumnus. They say that I made you up and everything." Tumnus laughed softly as he took the tea kettle down from the stove and poured the hot water into two porcelain cups. He added a spoonful of honey to each and then the tea leaves, handing a cup and saucer to Lucy and placing his on the table while he got the cookies. "Well, you know that I'm real." He said, placing four cookies on a plate and setting it between them as he sat down. "I certainly know that I'm real as well. At least…I think I'm real." Tumnus put on a worried look and Lucy laughed softly. "You are real, Mr. Tumnus." She assured him.

"Let it be." Warren looked up from his paperwork, cocking an eyebrow at Bobby who was sitting in a chair, calmly making little ice figures. "Excuse me?" he asked. "Just let it be, man. You're stressing too much over this business of yours." Bobby said. Warren shrugged, looking down at his papers. "I can't help it. I've got to start taking some responsibility with it!" he said. "Yeah well, don't work too hard. We've got to get over to the strawberry fields before it closes." "Don't worry about the strawberry fields. The strawberry fields will be there forever." Shrugging, Bobby got up and headed for the door. "Call me when you're done a

History/Creation: There are stories about the Kobolds that the Drow down below created centuries ago. Several magic-users had become bored one day and a bet was made regarding the ability to create a race that would serve as both target practice and a kind of pet for the little ones. Several attempts were made to do this but they had all ended up becoming a small disaster. One magic-user over several months however managed to succeed in their attempt. They used the runts of her riding lizard's clutch of eggs and transmuted them with a few Dwarves that had been taken during a recent raid. The first few results were bloody failures, piles of f

"Who did you kill today, Sader?" The Redguard assassin looked up as he slipped into the home he shared with his lover and he pushed back his shrouded hood, scratching at one of his old scars that marred his face. "An old slaver. One of his escaped slaves performed the Dark Sacrament and I was given the contract," he said, walking up to stand in front of his blind lover. Worn hands reached up and slowly started to touch his face. The fingers moved at a slow and steady pace, going over every little bump and line on Sader's face. "Astrid likes to give you these kinds of contracts doesn't she?" Baykus asked. "She knows what I used to be, yes."

Abel frowned when he saw his wife peeking into their Master’s lounge. He walked up to her, resting a hand on her arm. “What are you doing?” he hissed, “if Master caught you…” “Master has a guest over.” “So?” “Look!” Abel frowned but did as he was asked, peering into the small peephole carved into the wall. He saw their Master Rochus lounging in a chair, speaking to another. The other was an Alien; a slender Togruta with dark grey skin instead of the usual red with the blue and white stripes on his horns and lekku. “I want you to teach him how to dance,”

The year was 1944 and the Second World War was still going strong when the first atomic bomb was dropped. It wasn't dropped on Hiroshima, however. It was dropped on Berlin. Unfortunately it just so happened that it was dropped just as the head of the Thula Cult order of the Occult Division of the Nazi party was performing an ancient ritual and was attempting to open a portal into another world. The world as it was known at the time was destroyed. Moments after the bomb hit, everything was obliterated in a blinding flash of light that eventually engulfed the entire world, destroying and displacing various people, places, and things, scatter