A Collection of Things I've Done

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Just some stuff I've done over the years. Figured I may as well post them now.

All of it is dedicated to my good friend, KoB. He was dear to me and I miss him and his great originality muchly.

The Cost of The Middle Path

INTRO

The rickety wheels of the wagons made a soothing rhythm as the merchant caravan made it's way down the forested road. Seven carts, armed with a few mercenaries, a couple of ruffian shop hands, and even two mages from the Circle, defied the bandits of the road to attempt to rob the wealth Lueevani.

Lueevani was Ferelden's biggest, currently operating, foreign goods merchant. He brought with him many exotic clothes, jewelry, ceramics, weapons, and even a few indentured servants, all for sale to the highest bidder. He was on his way to Orzammar: The dwarves were utilizing a fancy new system they refered to as "banking." It allowed him, for a small fee, to leave his money safely guarded, along with any personal items!

It was another tactic to keep his purse fat, and reduce the likelihood and profit of bandit raids. The best part? After a trip to Orzammar, he would make his way to Orlais, and sell dwarven goods! The rarity of the items in Orlesian society made them fetch high prices, enough to keep Lueevani fat for months.

And so these are the dreams of the merchant who knows his place: Dreams of wealth beyond his capability to spend, without reason. He cares little of how he gets it: He is not a member of the Chantry. His money is made on the exploitation of those around him.

And there were those around him who did not approve.

In a middle caravan, third from last, a young elven family sat. A simple bump at the manor the mother worked in cost them dearly: The Lord of the Manor had them arrested. Lueevani paid the price of the pottery, intent on selling them for a song to whoever would pay a price.

The mother and father sat close together, their young son of only three years clutching onto his mother's skirt for dear life. His older sister, however, was staring out the back, enamored with small magical stunts a mage was pulling to try and cheer her and her family up.

The young mage was more than happy to serve as the jester for the young family. He was disappointed only the daughter took interest, but understood their grim attitude towards their fate. He could understand being somber the day one realizes their lives are no longer their own; the frustration that comes knowing you were going to be dominated for the rest of your life. And he understood that simply summoning a few wisps to dance, or creating sparks between his hands, was not going to be enough to help these people.

As the day progressed, and he tired of walking, (as the Circle had very little place to "walk" around in) he sat down on the back of the wagon the elves were riding in. The mother and father backed away towards the center of the wagon, pulling their children with them, and the young mage had a strange idea: People were afraid of him, and that was a given, but for once, it was likely he wasn't feared because he was a mage, but this time, simply because he was human.

Or because he was a mage. It was hard to tell with city elves. They were just always afraid.

He sat there for a while, trying to think of something he could say. Facing away from him, they didn't see he was occasionally opening his mouth to speak, only to have it get caught up in his throat before he made a sound.

When he finally said something, he didn't even realize he said it. It was just a thought so loud in his mind, his lips couldn't seal it. "I don't understand why they dislike us so strongly."

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An auburn light flashed through the woods as the wagons passed them. The forest was think and dark, but every once in a while, there would be a bright flash of light. It gave Mara a warm feeling, like she was watching spirits of nature dancing.

Tears pooled up in her eyes when she thought that she may never get to see woods like these again. Soon, she would spend all day, every day, cleaning some human's castle, if she was lucky.

The mage who had been keeping her entertained had left. She couldn't tell how long ago. It seemed like the hours were dragging by, making sure she had plenty of time to reflect on her situation. Her brother was curled up with her parents, sleeping.

Her brother was much younger than her. She was seven years his elder, at the age of thirteen. He was a crybaby too. Everything thing that happened, it was just 'Mommy!' and 'Daddy!' She knew how scary this had to be for him.

Her eyes went wide. What if the same people didn't buy all of them? What if she was separated from one of them?

She watched her little brother, clutching onto their mother's leg. Surely, someone would buy them all?

The thought plagued her. In her mind, she went over every possible bad situation that could happen when they arrived in Orlais.

She hugged her legs into her chest, trying to hold back tears so her parents wouldn't awaken.

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The Price of the Middle Path

Evil Company


Mara awoke to the sound of screams.

"Come out, come out, templars!"

She wiped her eyes, trying to get some focus. The next thing she saw, her father was picking her up. When she saw the look in his eyes, she cried out, "Daddy! What's going on?"

Her father jumped out of the wagon. Her mother was holding her brother with the same look as her father.

"We can get away sweetie! We just have to hurry," her mother said. Their expressions told what their words didn't. She looked back and felt something weird. There were several people waving their hands, and though she could hardly see anything, she felt there was something surrounding the wagons.

"Ogre, bring the hammer down!"

Everything happened so fast. The first thing she noticed was Lueevani's humans with their swords running at the other people, screaming. Then, she felt her father shake her, before falling to the ground. When she looked up from the ground, she saw all of Lueevani's guards just standing there, watching as the other men took knives and cut their necks. Mara felt sick as she watched the blood, trying to turn away, but not being able to get the image out of her mind.

It was as if it was a nightmare, but not truly a nightmare. Like she had made a wish and it had gone right and wrong as the same time. She wanted these men to die. It meant her family could run off and stay together. But to see people die like this...

Mara flinched and meeped as a huge rock fell on the caravan her and her family were staying it. But it didn't touch it. She felt like she knew why, like there was something strange about the caravans now, but she couldn't tell what it was. The boulder simply slid off of the wagon.

She looked up to see the rock had fallen from a crag overlooking the road. Then she noticed something else. Lots of rocks were falling. And the crag was shaking. Looking down at the ground, she saw small rocks bouncing on the ground, though she was not moving. Rocks were falling around her, but like the caravan, they simply slid away.

Her family was not so lucky. When she saw blood leaking from beneath a rock with a few fingers just outside of it, she tried to scream. She tried to cry. But nothing worked. There was a great lump in her throat, and she could do and say nothing but turn around and hope she would soon wake up.

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((Some scarycopy I wrote a while back.))

Make sure you do not leave your tv on at night. It let's them watch you. All night, they watch, waiting for their chance.

Because one night, you will want up. Your T.V. will be on. It won't be your usual shows on. Your will blink your eyes, out of focus. You grab your remote to turn it off, but it won't work.

You get up to turn the T.V. off, but as you draw close, you notice something. The T.V. is showing your bedroom. And you are in the TV, drawing closer, looking out, bewildered.

You reach to hit the power button, thinking it must be some dream. Eyes on the button, you won't notice you are reaching out of the TV.

When you push the button, you will feel the hand grab you, and pull you in. It got what it wanted. Now, it's outside the screen, and you are stuck, watching, and waiting for your chance.

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I ain't afraid of Blood Red, or the Crips in Blue
Ain't afraid of some asshole with a .22
If you got the balls and you want to fight.
First thing you should know:
I'm crazy white.
Get them off the couch, and you can fix lazy.
You sober up, when weed makes your mind hazy.
But first thing you should know: You can't fix crazy.
I ain't talkin bout the sin of Wrath
Not that thought out, I'm a psychopath.
Got my knife and my gun, and it's you I'm chasin'
With my wingman Freddy and our best friend Jason.
You can fuck a hoe, and get a baby
And you can fuck with some bitch like Jay-Z
But first thing you should know: Don't fuck with crazy.



I don't like rap, but I wrote a neat little poem and thought it'd be really funny to turn it into a gangsta style song.

It's no longer really relevant to me as a person.

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/v/
Flashes of 4chan's image
women in states of bondage
Who I am is long lost
to the Horde Anonymous
I close my eyes
And 4chan stays
And I have only
Been here two days.
also raids

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Healthcare
I can’t believe we lost Mr. Dave
To a mistake in medication.
In the end, we never could have saved
Him. He came too late, but we could
Have given him a few more months.
At least he will have peace he would
Not have gotten otherwise. No one
Should live sick and in pain so if
Its hopeless best for it to be done.
What he took would be quick to end
His life. He would not have felt it long.
When the family comes, the questions begin
To ask how we could make such a mistake.
He died easily, but that won’t be accepted
Because someone’s life was at stake.
I don’t wish to face them, will you
Take my place and discuss what happened
To their father? Chances are they will sue.
And think about what just happened,
I need to sit, and remember the late,
And deal with some personal weight.

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The Predictions of the Gale

Tears streamed down my face. My daughters, my son, my wife, my mother. My home. Generations of my family, dead, burned to the ground. I felt as if I was in a nightmare, but the pain of my chest beating and my eyes burning would have awoken me from anything. Though it was mid-day, there was never a darker sight to behold.

It was me and three men, my friends James and Brian, and our Captain. We received word some shipments of grain went missing. It was a simple mission: Go into the nearby woods, making sure not to go more than a mile in, and find the thieves that were stealing the grain. I didn't think I would be gone but two, maybe three hours.

We set out on foot into the woods, with out captain riding his steed. That is when they showed up. Elves. James, he got scared, thought he could escape them. Tried to run. I didn't see him after that. I pray to the Father he is dead, and yes I mean that. He would be with his family. Mother forbid he should live to see what became of everyone.

Well, we were damn lucky. The elves told us we were within the boundaries, and they were there hunting for humans who were going into their territory. They asked us to accompany them to kill these men, so as to not break the pact. It may not mean much to you around here, but the Pact was everything to the people of Grunol before this. We never enter their lands, and they never kill any of us on our side. Those elves have honor.

Well, it was an hour of running through the forest, trying to keep up with them. Finally, we came across a random cave, looking to be a bears den. The elves told us the crooks were in there. They said they would chase down any runners, but for the sake of the Pact, they would not harm any. That was to be our job. It was a simple enough job.

Well, we gathered the grain shipments and the heads of the crooks, four in total, and asked the elves to guide us out. That is when things get bad. I got a sick feeling when I heard the words from the leader. They asked us why our town was smoking.

Me, Brian, and the Captain all dashed in the direction the elves pointed. Even from three miles away, we could see thick black smoke in the sky. Grunol was on fire! The captain, he sped ahead on his horse. Me and Brian sprinted across the fields till we reached the road. I don't know why we were running, there was nothing we could do.

Well, we did reach the outskirts of the town. Just in time to see the captain's horse go running by. With only half of the captain! I won't disgrace is memory with details. He was a good man, Father bless him. It was damn near dusk, and the majority of the town was nothing burning timber and piles of ashes. Corpses were thrown everywhere, desecrated! I wanted to leave. I knew I could not face whatever did this. I wanted to run away and hope to find survivors.

But it was obvious there were no survivors the second I stepped in. Me and Brian were the only ones. The outskirts were already burned to ashes. I tried to stop him, but Brian demanded to see his house, as if it might have survived. We both wept at the sight of a black stain with charred stairs and a few support beams left standing.

Oh, but there was one survivor yet. As we stood outside the house, Brian got my attention. Off in the distance, closer to the center of town, a large hooded man was standing, sifting through the ash. I tried to tell Brian to leave, that if he did all this, we stood no chance. But Brian, he ran right for him, sword drawn. I chased after him, though I still can't think of a reason why. The man saw him coming the second he started his charge. He removed his hood and cape and threw it behind him.

But it was too late for Brian. He had his blade drawn and point at a Wind Magi. It was one of those black winged ones too! No, it was not a golden one, or an Angel, no, it was a black winged demon of a Magi. I have heard of how fast they move, but I could never have imagined it. It took Brian almost thirty seconds to cover one quarter of the distance to it, and it took it five seconds to cover the other three quarters. I never even saw it draw its blade. I don't even think he did. The Father took Brian as well.

I was ready to die. Everyone else was dead. But he walked by me. Never gave so much as a second glance. It spread its wings and took off. Why did he let me leave? He could have killed me, and I could be with my family in the Father's Kingdom, but he cursed me with the memory of what happened.

Oh, I came right here. I tried to tell the Council of Praba, but they laughed! They claim they would have received word if Grunol had been destroyed! As if my word wasn't good enough. They didn't believe there could be no survivors, or that the pact could be broken. They called me a glory seeking guard, and threw me out on my ass. I tried to tell everyone, and they all just wrote it off as guff. At the very least, when Praba gets destroyed too, I will be off to be with my wife and daughters.

And that will be any day now.

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Rosa had been listening to the drunkard'ss tale for some time. At some point, his words stopped making sense, but he still tried to talk. The last actual coherent word he said was elves a few times, then gibberish. At the very least this man was intresting.

She had been working as a barmaid for almost a year and a half, dealing with every type of drunk from the pervert, gropping every time she passed, to the brawlers who appeared, drank, then broke half the tables, chairs, and the bones in the bar. The bar was slow, and for a rare moment quiet, until he came. There were only two patrons: the widower Trija and what was likely a stundent of holy magi, judging by the robes and the tea he brewed. She really had no point in talking to either, as the widower was moping, and the student had no spoken a word, likely taken a vow of silence.

The widower and the robed man had left when the bar closed. The drunk guard went upstairs to a free bed provided by the inn-keeper. The kind old keeper was always generous to let others without money stay in empty rooms, despite the extra work it caused her for no pay. There was no room in the inn for her, she lived in a shack on the outskirts of town.

She locked the door to the bar room, put the key under the door, and began her long walk home. It was just as she passed the first alley when she was attacked. A set of large, strong hands grabbed her, one placed firmly around her mouth, the other pinning both of her hands behind her back. Something was strange about the hands, but she could not put her hands on it.

She tried to scream, but the hand around her mouth was muffling every sound. She tried to thrash, but she was a small woman, further dwarfed by the large size of the man, who held her with a powerful grip, never flinching when she did manage to land a kick behind her.

All she could do was cry helplessly as the man dragged her deeper into the alley. There was no one outside at this time in night. No one was going to appear out of no where and save her. She had heard of women being raped in cities west of the Harku River and in Yaroh, but in Prada, crime was so low, there were no night guards.

"Stop struggling. I need to get you out of here in secrecy. I did not put all this effort into getting you for you to ruin it at the last second." The man's voice was deep from beneath his hood, but it did not sound cruel, but that did nothing to comfort her.

The man lifted her off her feet completely and began dashing between houses. He no longer had her hands pinned, but there was nothing nearby she could grab on, and hitting him seemed to not bother him in the least. She was dead. He won. He was almost out of the town. But then he stopped running, ducked behind a house, took his hand off her mouth and looked around the corner back towards the center of town.

She took her opportunity, and screamed as loud as she could. Distracted by her scream, he dropped her. She ran into the road, shouting for anyone, everyone to help her. The man shouted "No", but she was already gone.

Her screams stopped. The man had not touched her. She was struck with a fear that so overwhelmed her, her legs could not keep her body upright as she fell to the ground, tears burning in her eyes. Off in the distance, the town was burning, the source of the flames being a massive dragon heading directly for her. Opening its massive jaw, it let loose a shower of liquid fire down on her.

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That's pretty much all of it. There's more but I don't really feel like posting it right now; too depressed that he's gone.

Blu
If you are happy with your board, go there. I wasn't. Some others weren't. Some others aren't. There is now a second option

Me
I find it disgusting that you can even justify this to yourself like that. Fuck's sake, look at this. -Everything- here is just something that was on AWR, except moved or changed slightly or renamed or with different text at the bottom. And you think that's fine? You think that's fucking dandy? Because you're pissed that you trolled your way into a ban? A ban that lasted less than a day?

Maybe I'll just start taking your old posts/stories/RPs on AWR, change a few words in them, and claiming them as mine. I mean, you know, some people weren't entirely satisfied with the way that you wrote them. It'll be a second option.

[he baleeted it]