Axe Of Khorne

Stupid vampires and their illusions. -Huff- Real fighters don't need magic tricks.

Stupid archers and their cowardice

Real warriors fight with close combat technique and discipline, not weaponry for cravens

What the fuck did I just walk into?

The forums are now speaking my language?

"Ghastly evening for a stroll, wouldn't you say me lord?"

"Not at all. You seem to not fully comprehend the nocturnal complexion of our dear Memorium, Mister Golly"

Memorium was a beautiful place. In the day, the sun would cast a gentle gaze upon the city below. Highlighting each stone, adding a majestic depth to the rivers that run through it. It was as if a painter were just adding the finishing touches to a splendid masterpiece, and anyone could have the privilege of gazing upon it. One would merely just have to stop upon one of the bridges that lead to the center of Memorium, look back at the town they just traveled from, and watch Memorium live. It's just a shame that not many people took just a few minutes and look back on their surroundings, rather than simply plow through them towards some dismal destination. 

"For your education, take a look at this"

But at night, the city would change into something as if written from a novel. Tonight was the same. It was dark, but never pitch black. It was cool, but remained transparent to the touch. The highlights and vivid bright colours that captured the eyes of its onlookers disappeared, but were replaced with a different visual charm. Silvers and violets were sprinkled across the very landscape, contrasting light and darkness. Blades of grass, flowers, trees, nature had calmed down after drinking in all the sunlight from the previous morning, and were now content. In this state, you could witness a whole new spectacle. A calm, cool spectacle that could relax the soul as you stumble through the darkness. Memorium had stepped out of her fair white gown, and had opted for a low cut, black dress. A gorgeous sight to see, but stands as a warning to those that would stumble into the darkened corners of this fair city. This city, the home of the Vampires.

And for the so-called abomination that lives among them in their high society. They called it a beast, an abomination, a Lycan! Known throughout the Court as Sir Logan Blackmane.

"It is quite a sight, isn't it? See how this rose remains at ease?"

Logan crouched down, gently cupping the flower's head up with a finger as if inspecting stock from the market. The rose was like a beetroot purple, stalk and leaf a green-like turquoise in the twilight.

"In the day, it would stand to attention. A soldier awaiting instruction. But in this light, look at it now. Does it not seem serene to you? If you breathe deeply enough, you can even sense it has a different scent to it as well"

The grizzled gentleman allowed a smile as he took in the scent. The whiskers on his mustache twitched. The smell wasn't soothing.

"Rather splendid. I think I might enjoy this stroll a little longer" He lied, Logan didn't want to disturb the situation with unnecessary actions.

"Shall I return to the manor and boil the water, Sir?"

"That sounds wonderful, Mister Golly. Milk and Three Sugars for this evening. I could go with a nice cuppa"

He would need it after tonight. Unauthorized introductions can be rather stressful, and it wouldn't be just the one inconvenience he would have to deal with this evening.

*****

The courtyard was dull. Filled to the brim with monuments for the vain glories of previous and current Vampire nobles. The stonework wasn't even immaculate; clearly slave work, rather than the careful hand of an artisan. It wouldn't be missed, Logan thought. The air hissed as the darkness spat out his first assailant. Young man, two swords, smelled of arrogance and a need to be superior; clearly a Vampire understudy. Logan took a small stance. His shoulders forward, his knees bent. fists at the ready. Normally he would tower over the monuments from the lower shoulder up, but like this, you couldn't see him. He was standing, but he wasn't making himself obvious to those who would see him over the horizon.

The other two were still hidden. He knew where one of them was, but it was the other one that made him crouch.

The understudy came at him like a raging force of steel. Wildly swinging, going for the head, he wanted the glorious kill! Logan ducked, and weaved around the assault, keeping himself on the defensive. The gentleman was not afraid of him, but he was working the assassin's overconfidence. The foe thought he was winning, his target couldn't retaliate. The focus was on him, allowing the others to move into a position to aid in the kill. Exactly what Logan intended. He waited for them to make the first move, noting and understanding the capabilities of his attackers. They have made many mistakes, and one more would seem them down for the count!

A killing scent lurked behind, another one was preparing for the kill. Logan growled!

"You're open"

Logan ducked below another slash, and powered his entire body skyward, unleashing a ferocious uppercut right under the chin of his opponent. He stood far enough upwards so only that his hat could be seen over the monument he was currently half-crouching behind. His stance turned sideways, so that he could respond to both this new attacker, and in case the other one wasn't felled with a single blow.

"This is not a lady's profession, ma'am. Surrender, or I will not treat you as a gentleman should to a young woman"

One's dignity can be tarnished by striking a woman. But she acted like no lady, and Logan knew full well how to deal with skanks like this one.

Hm. So guess no one is gonna be tanking Tully for me. Hmmmmm.

Time to be an Alpha Male, and step up ol'boy

What grade is a 16 yrs.?

9-10? Twas my guess

That's pretty much what I do, which is also why I'm heavily picky over which books I read. Though, SOME PEOPLE have gotten me into the Dresden Files books, which are pretty amazing.

Just is what it is. Either way, I suppose that we cheer for whomever we cheer for, we cheer for the sake of our own virtues and vices. Identifying with characters is important, and, well, no one is a Mary Sue in real life. So those characters/story lines degrade into crap. Literally.

(Naruto, Bleach, Fairy Tail are prime examples. Which is also why I've lost interest in all three. Stopped reading Naruto after Itachi's death. Stopped reading Bleach halfway through the Arrancar arc because I thought it was idiotic. Stopped reading Fairy Tail after the defeat of the one lightning guy whatsisface.)

I am not a huge fan of anime. There are stories I like from there, but the majority of them are just boring. Because they all follow a fixed formula "for success".

• The protagonist must be a young adult/teenager.
• He must be the chosen one of some kind.
• He must be ill-disciplined, but with training/experience becomes "a man" as the story reaches its climax.
• He'll generally have a best friend who turns evil because he/she is jealous of their Mary Sue status
• His romantic interest is either "the sexiest thing on the planet" or someone that falls for him because she is a twit
• There must be some power/technique he must learn to defeat the bad guy, PER STORY ARC
• The bad guy, though genuinely competent, screws up for some reason when facing our Mary Sue, because he/she "has never seen anything like this".
• Obligitory protagonist stumbles where woman is naked scene. (I am not complaining, but it gets old)

​This isn't concrete, but it's just what I think of "general" anime/manga  

You should've used the one with the bulge.

"I've got furballs of steel!"

I'm... kinda speechless now.

Looked it up. Didn't know that place was called the Balklands.

I know Bulgaria, and Greece individually, but I didn't know they were lumped together.

Similar to the whole, British =/= English thing.

My bad, bro

I tell you OMF guys. Freaking break my hype meter everytime. 

 

Y u so Secretive!!! ~fufufuffufufufu~

Story, bro!

All your plots are belong to us!

I find it a bit funny that with 18 characters in game. the other races have gotten almost no love. Just 6 players compared to 12 humans. Ascixil and Lunian conflict seems to be a landmine it seems 

Was one of the reasons I avoided playing with either of those factions, didn't like the idea of jumping on the band-wagon.

Plus, wanted to make a character out of the pic I found.

Big Axe smasher smashes things really slowly. XD

Little fairy girl dies against a slight gust of wind xD

When you visit a foreign country or culture, it's expected that you adapt to their customs, not the other way around.

Or conquer them. That way, they'll take on your culture!

Orc needs civility. Elf needs humility. Hunter needs someone to shoot. We all have needs.

I am quite civil, thank you very much.

It's just your idea of "civility" is vastly different to mine.

Elves need a smack. Where? That's down to your needs

I'll have you know I've done plenty, not just for myself, but for others!

 

And you and I both know that humans do little else, less for an exceptional few. Nobility and Tradition exist for the sake of maintaining order and some semblance of sanity, though sad to say, that's not something most orcs are used to, I suppose.

No, we don't maintain order through such weak-minded nonsense. We don't need it.

I could breakdown the society of my people, but you see, when talking to a little girl living in a fairy tale, such things do not produce results.

Facts, Logic, Results. Learn that, and you, little girl, may yet grow up

Whyyyyyyy? ;~;

What did we minuscule and powerless magi ever do to you?

Exist

I always play these kind of characters because I rather not delve to much into 'magic'.

Magic sucks