The Elf“So any idea so far?” Drake asked, as they walked down the dirt road to Lothering.The Elf by Tempest-PROjects
“About?” James asked, his hood down.
“The guild. Any idea on other talent?” Drake asked, somewhat concerned on how they would acquire people.
“No, not yet at least. The people just show up actually. Just like you did, I do something that provokes someone that does something about it and next thing we're talking business. I may be an assassin or thief as some would label me, but I'm actually quite reasonable. I'm neither of those though.” James said smiling, scratching his head through the blond hair.
“And just what are you?” Drake asked, teasing.
“I could ask you the same thing.” He said.
“I asked first.” Drake said.
“I'm more dangerous than any thief and more deadly than any assassin.” He replied slyly. “Your turn.”
“I'm a sell-sword.” Drake said simply.
“No, not ju
Discussing Business"But that's what we do. We accept jobs from certain contractors, and look at various boards and take those jobs. Normally for a decent sum of money." James explained as he gave Drake a glass of water. They were literally sitting on the Chantry's doorstep. The sun was starting to rise."You in? We could use someone of your talents." He said. Drake nodded.Discussing Business by Tempest-PROjects
"Yes, I think I can free up some time. I only have one inquiry about this though. Can you answer said inquiry?" Drake asked him as he sipped from his glass.
James nodded. "I think I can, what is it?" He asked, also sipping.
"Your view on Mages. Can I have that?" He asked.
James eyes widened and he looked down at his left hand. It was wrapped in black cloth. He immediately looked back up at Drake. "I think that the circles are necessary. Now hear me out on my reason why I think that. I think that the circles are necessary because where else is a mage going to learn how to control his powers and himself? Keep the Templars just in case the
Breaking and enteringThe man had woken up in the middle of the night, on the floor of the chantry. They let him sleep there free of charge. He walked outside to get some fresh air. For some reason he took his sword with him. He put it on his back and continued to walk outside, he opened the massive doors and sat out on the small steps. He watched the water ripple under the moonlight and watched what little of the trees there were, sway back and forth. Then he noticed dancing shadows and tried to follow them.Breaking and entering by Tempest-PROjects
It was fast, whatever it was. But he had managed to keep up with it, the thing finally stopped moving and stood outside a door to a house. As it turns out, the thing was a man. From just looking from a distance, the man had a black cloak on with the hood up, and black leather pants with what looked like the shadow of a sword sheathe. Then it hit him, that man was picking lock to the door and was going to rob whoever was inside. The man finally got it and slipped inside without making a sound. He stood
I Am A WriterI Am A Writer:
Gentlemen, today I speak to you
To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community.
For so long have we been considered second-class;
To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists.
But today is not about freedom, today is about honour,
Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...
I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.
Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.
It matters not where you draw your source from,
But every action impacts upon us as a community.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
When I craft my works, when I write each and every line,
I paint using expression; metaphors are my colours.
The words are my brush and each and every rhyme is my medium.
I do not ask to be considered an artist, but I do ask to be considered.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
For someone who practices his craft day and night,
Painstakingly learning how to use each and ever