In the Beginning...“In the beginning there was only our god and the blackness of the beyond. She hung suspended in time and space and was not content. The first thing to be created in the nothingness was light. It shined on her in a warm brightness revealing her for the first time. “A narrow face more elven than human in appearance, with long pointed ears and eyes the dark blue of the heavens. Her black hair blended with the beyond except the almost too vibrant blue of the tips. She was dress all in black with many a wispy strand and silver buckles. She was as beautiful as she was fearsome. “Out of the nothing she pulled tIn the Beginning...
The Tale of the Big Old OakRaven Greenbottle was familiar to things not going well for her. Being the only girl out of seven and being smack dab in the middle of the group was not the greatest thing in the world. But Raven was tough; she wouldn’t let a little thing like her second oldest brother tying her upside down from the highest branch he could reach in the big old oak get to her. It wasn’t the first time she had been in this position. Just the first time with her hands tied behind her back as well. Hanging there, gently swaying with the breeze she had a lot of time to think of the best way to get back at Flit. And to go over exactly how she ended up theThe Tale of the Big Old Oak
DnD Chapter OneFive complete strangers came together all because of a notice on a town bulletin board. Aust Nailo, an elven mage was looking for a chance to test his newly acquired skills. Toya Galanodel, a disgraced elven cleric was on the look for gold to supply her food habit. Raven Greenbottle, a halfling rouge was always looking for a new adventure. Phaied Locksly, a half-elf bard felt that karma might come back to get her if she didn’t answer after her donkey Ferdinand ate part of the notice. And Otto Luening, a human warrior just stumble across the meeting while wondering the mountain trail trying to remember why he was in the mountains in the fDnD Chapter One
The Tale of the Pierced EarRaven Greenbottle was a well know path-wonderer by the young age of 19, one year before she would reach adulthood. True, she tended to only haunt the trails and towns within a day’s walk from her hometown of Riversbend. On her many adventures (rarely doing more that tinking off the local apothecary) she had become familiar with the local taverns, though she wasn’t an adult by halfling standards she was by human and all the bars were open to her.The Tale of the Pierced Ear
On one such day, after getting Twilla the local herbalist into a towering rage, she headed over to the Three Swans inn, to state her thirst. The only ones in the common room were a fe
| Jennie LaVon is a wanta-be writer With a more than slightly obvious obsession With books, frogs, duck tape, and the color green. (so declareith she) |
Asking for help
Artistic
--
There are no victories in all our histories without love
--
--
--
What do you do when she looks to you with trust in her eyes, and all you feel is the Wolf burning inside?
"Here's another curse, May all your bacon burn" ~Calcifer- Howls moving castle
--
--
Hello world! I love you.
--
--
Support Literature! *The-Novelist-Club *Adopt-A-Writer *Prose-R-Us *WordCount *writersunknown *getLIT *litNEWS
--
Previous Page12345...Next Page