With a Sword and a StaffThe young boy flinched at the sounds of fire and a dragon's roar outside, while he was holed up in a little house that was likely to be set ablaze any minute now. What he didn't get was why he had to hide, when he was wearing armor, and he had a sword too! Why couldn't he just be out there fighting that monster? He sat in silence for another minute before he couldn't take it any more. He started to stand up, but a hand on his arm stopped him.
"Drake, you can't do anything right now.." The brunette squire turned to the half-elf beside him, looking thoroughly frustrated.
"Well, I'm obviously doing nothing just sitting here, Qaedyn.." he grumbled, "I'd be a lot more useful if I could be out there fighting it!" He shook his head and shrugged off the half-elf wizard's hand, standing up and marching towards the door, his sword clinking at his belt. He hadn't even reached the door, however, before Arqaedyn grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. Cyndrake didn't even have time to think bef
Hell Hath No FuryThe young girl stared in terror as they dragged the thrashing, snarling creature towards the fiery gates behind them. Blood dripped from a torn and empty eye socket on the left side of the demon's face, and his tattered, scarred wings flapped madly as he struggled to break free. And yet, somehow it wasn't the hissing demon that she was afraid of. It was the hooded creatures dragging him away, and the ideas that flashed through her mind of the punishment they had in store for the demon. She had already guessed what was through those fiery, wrought-iron gates. Hell. The one place that even demons feared.
"Confound it, Marimartius!" One of the hooded figures snapped, struggling to pull the squirming demon. "The fiery pits are where you belong! Not the surface world!" A second cloaked creature slammed a staff hard into the demon Marimartius's head, cracking one of his four horns in the process as he screamed in pain, letting loose an ear-splitting howl.
"If I have to go back to the
Skit for Nora and KazumaNora: The Last Chronicle of Devildom
(Nora sits on stage, staring off in 'thought'. Kazuma enters and looks at Nora.)
Kazuma: Hey, mutt. Get out of la-la land. We need to talk.
Nora: I am not in la-la land! I'm having a manly fantasy!
Kazuma: Whatever you wanna call it. We still need to talk.
Nora: About what?
Kazuma: Something that hopefully even your stupid little brain can understand.
(Nora gets offended and starts storming off. Kazuma keeps talking.)
Kazuma: I'm talking about the Dark Liege soul fragments.
(Nora stops in the middle of storming off and turns back to Kazuma, looking suspicious.)
Nora: What about 'em?
Kazuma: We know the Resistance has how many?
Kazuma: And how many do we have?
Kazuma: Oh, good, you've learned to count. So how many does that leave us that still need to be found?
(Nora falters and thinks for a moment.)
Nora: Two. So we gotta find 'em before the Resistance does. Big deal. Why do we have to do this for o
Definition of RokaiRokai
Rokai (singular: Roki) are a species of demons that are Egyptian in origin, but most of the species migrated to Europe and the Americas. They are largely responsible for the similarities in the design of architecture with Egypt and many Latin American structures.
They are similar to Egyptian mummies with their bandages, and they are to blame for the rumors of "mummies' curses", for it sometimes happens that any who threatens a Roki ends up dying mysteriously three days later, but it's not often the case. In fact, there's only a 20% chance of death from encountering and threatening a Roki.
Rokai hatch from football-sized eggs in sheltered caves, and from birth they are often alone, their parents having disappeared almost as soon as the egg is laid. Because of this, Rokai are similar to most species of snakes in the idea that they hatch already capable of sustaining themselves without parenting.
The species runs to tallness, the males occasionally reaching heights of eight f
Rivaren - FourMa Ryago seated herself beside Rivaren and gently played with the white tuft of his hair. He smiled at her, still leaning against Sage with the wizard's arm around his shoulders.
"What do he be tellin' you about?" Ma asked him.
"He were blabbin' 'bout that voodoo stuffs," Rivaren answered, "He says I gots some, but he's just fibblin', right, Ma?"
"No, he don't be," Ma shook her head, sighing, "He be speakin' the truth, child. The magic be strong in you. I knew it was there long ago." Rivaren's jaw dropped at the gyptan woman's words.
"You's knew? Why's you ain't never told me?"
"I thought I be misreadin' it," she glanced at Sage briefly, "but the magic man's words be confirmin' what I hoped would not be true, about the child we gyptans have cared for so dearly." Sage looked at her sadly, almost as if urging her to move past that subject. Ma nodded and gently ruffled Rivaren's hair. "Did the magic man be tellin' you about Soul Beasts?" Rivaren wasn't sure he understood why they had sudd
Piece of Heaven - TenThe female angel had a look of pure bloodlust in her eyes as she swung down her blade. There was the sudden clang of metal striking metal, and Xen's eyes went wide as the sword landed with a solid thud, right next to his head after being knocked out of the female angel's grip.
"Dariel! What in the Heavens are you doing?!" She shrieked.
"I will do what needs to be done, Elana." Dariel answered, shaking his head. "Return to the Heavens. I will end his life myself."
"I will not leave, Dariel." Elana snapped. "I outrank you, therefore my decisions outweigh yours. Either you end his life while I stand here, or I will end his life myself." Dariel glanced back at Xen, and saw the demon staring back. With a sigh, he turned to Xen and raised his knife over his head. Quick as a flash, Dariel plunged his blade towards the demon's chest, but instead struck dirt as Xen rolled backwards onto his feet.
"You wouldn't make it that easy, would you, Azaxeniel?" Dariel smiled, knowing Xen had seen Dariel'