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Indeed, this omniscient being and myself have struck a deal - an answer to a most pressing question, in return for Favouriting a deviation of mine.
Go have a look - second waterpipe to the left, can't miss it.
|'Blood of Asterion', a heroic tale set in the distant past of the Forgotten Realms, has kicked off and is waiting to be read in its own subgallery: battlefairies.deviantart.com/g…. |
Live the tale of duty, of love and loss, through the eyes of an exceptional heroine with an unusual mission that takes her to the mountainous northern reaches of Faerûn during the golden age of ancient Netheril.
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(Mature content - violence and sexual themes)
Best Friend (the Laws of Physics)Holding hands pulled us out of the pit bothBest Friend (the Laws of Physics) by BATTLEFAIRIES
The laws of physics did not apply
We would revel in rain, you and I
My fuse was lit, you'd spew fire
Hell hath no burden you can't share with me
Twins from separate mothers are we.
Chapter 12: Good Kind Does Not Equal Nice KindChapter 12: Good Kind Does Not Equal Nice Kind by BATTLEFAIRIES
Three more, awful heartbeats later, it dawned on Hulda that that scimitar was going nowhere – the woman was as dead as a doornail. An elven lance driven through her ribcage from behind had killed her instantly, and now, with the butt end jammed into the soil, kept her propped up like a straw figure.
-”What in the blazing Abyss happened here?” Zan, next to and slightly underneath Hulda demanded.
Hulda guessed the scene had shaken the otherwise unflappable wizard something fierce.
-”The spear is elven,” Marek observed. “Could it be an inside job?”
-”That, or the attacker found out where the elves keep their weapon stash,” Zan said.
He gave the shaft a tug, and the corpse fell over with a wet thud. Hulda could see no other injuries on the woman – the spear-thrust had been executed cleanly and precisely.
Fundinn left his vantage point on her buttocks to investigate something hidden in the wet grass.
-”Are those breadcrumbs?&
Draw me a Drow contest!So, after a most joyous opening of the Motley Mayhem group (and the recent addition of a most suitable danger sign on the front page for those who like our characters), we've cooked up a contest to help kick everything off to a good start (with plated boots on our feet do we take to this task with eager hearts).
Among the Motley Mayhem characters, only Rhyl'lyn Zinard – a grumpy drow outcast with a softness for our heroine that can't be fully explained – lacks a good visual representation. This we hope to remedy by hosting a small visual art contest (never you fear, our lovely writers, we're plotting A Much Bigger Contest for later that will include you as well) with a theme that's perfectly simple.
Draw me a Drow
That's right, we're asking for a visual design of Rhyl'lyn Zinard. Naturally there's plenty of room for artistic interpretation, but to make sure the level of freedom doesn't blow up i