• Scond wrote a new journal: Sacrifice 4 weeks, 1 day ago

    Mission successful Argus slumps against the wall, eventually dragged over to a bed in the infirmary, beads of sweat running down his face. While it was no longer bleeding, there was a indiscruabable pain where […]

  • Scond wrote a new journal: First Blood 2 months ago

    Thunderous beats of hammer to steel, ring like church bells as the Wintersday season returns. Argus sits, leg cocked up on the chair, watching a smith work. He drew the designs himself, while the recipient […]

  • Scond wrote a new journal: Grave Rat 3 months, 1 week ago

    Argus sits in his little nook, a small room within the guild hall, tucked away along the water level. Maybe it was the calm waters, or the damp smell of the rocks, but he found this place most at home. He finishes […]

  • Scond wrote a new journal: Ground Work 4 months ago

    The familiar smells and sounds of the Mad King’s festival was in the air, enough pumpkin scents to choke someone to death. The number of masked party goers made slipping into Divinity’s Reach all too simple, and […]

  • Scond wrote a new journal: Grim Recovery 7 months ago

      In the depths of the guild hall, tucked away in a small corner, the serene silence is broken with a fit of hoarse, gnarled coughing. A horrid relching follows as a figure turns over the side of his bed, […]

  • Scond wrote a new journal: Sunset 1 year, 3 months ago

    An aged figure steps into a postal office, a package and letter in hand. Leaning heavily on his staff, he sets the items on the counter, as well as some gold, with a soft smile. He sends off his packages, and […]

  • Scond wrote a new journal: (Gw2) Phantom 1 year, 10 months ago

    The wind carried the scent of the sea, mixing with the smell of the hot cup of tea before the pale haired man. He brings the piping hot brew to his lips, and takes a gentle sip, sighing contently as he relaxes. He […]

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  • Scond wrote a new journal: The Grey Knight (WoW) 5 years, 11 months ago

    In Gilneas, the land of rain, there are stories told to every child, even the street-rats and witches tell them. Stories to inspire, to warn, and to soothe, And among them, one stretches back before anyone can […]

  • Scond wrote a new post 5 years, 11 months ago

    In Gilneas, the land of rain, there are stories told to every child, even the street-rats and witches tell them. Stories to inspire, to warn, and to soothe, And among them, one stretches back before anyone can […]

  • Scond wrote a new journal: Old Dogs- Collin Shadowglenn(wow) 6 years, 4 months ago

    Sleep…. i almost forgot how terrifying it is.    Sleep does a mind good they say, does a body better, people who say thet have never woken up with a dagger in their chest, or against their neck. Still… the s […]

  • Scond wrote a new post 6 years, 4 months ago

    Sleep…. i almost forgot how terrifying it is.    Sleep does a mind good they say, does a body better, people who say thet have never woken up with a dagger in their chest, or against their neck. Still… the s […]

  • Scond wrote a new journal: The Devils Bastard. (wow) 6 years, 5 months ago

    Tears…it seems that Gilneas is always crying, the people outside the wall weep for their lives, as the undead and worgen tore them apart, the people inside the walls weep for their lost friends and the slow […]

  • Scond wrote a new post 6 years, 5 months ago

    Tears…it seems that Gilneas is always crying, the people outside the wall weep for their lives, as the undead and worgen tore them apart, the people inside the walls weep for their lost friends and the slow […]

  • Scond wrote a new journal: (wow- Kaldanos) Tea time 6 years, 11 months ago

    Darkness, all consuming darkness, a tomb that should be filled with the fallen, instead littered with relics and treasures, the bones that once resided there strewn about in tatters. The demon hunter leaps from […]

  • Scond wrote a new post 6 years, 11 months ago

    Darkness, all consuming darkness, a tomb that should be filled with the fallen, instead littered with relics and treasures, the bones that once resided there strewn about in tatters. The demon hunter leaps from […]

  • Scond wrote a new journal: Swtor- Emelia- reunion 7 years ago

    Looming over the world Malakor 3, a massive super dreadnought sends out a single craft, a small fighter travels through the atmosphere and lands around a mile from a small base in the mountains. The pilot leaps […]

  • Scond wrote a new journal: swtor-Xingeda- Rook takes knight 7 years ago

    It was an average day in the spaceport, crowds of freaks and villains pouring in and out of Narshadaa. Among them, a single hooded figure, their body hidden under a large cloak, strides through the crowds. Off to […]

  • Scond wrote a new post 7 years ago

    Looming over the world Malakor 3, a massive super dreadnought sends out a single craft, a small fighter travels through the atmosphere and lands around a mile from a small base in the mountains. The pilot leaps […]

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acceptance;

Does it hurt? Yes. He writhes. He hums with a new feeling, a new sense to him. She watches him melt, and renew himself upon these hidden sands, deep in the back of a skull too often cracked upon pavement and stone and clay. His chest bubbles and boils. His head sears with a blinding, […]

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bargaining ; anger

Again. She demands his attention. She demands his strength. His cunning. His sacrifice. She demands the facets of himself he’s honed to spearpoints, as he chases Her through the brush and wilds. This is something else now, something new and terrifying, but She will not leave him be, content to watch himself fling his soul […]

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denial;

There is no immediacy here. There’s not a fractured, hollow ringing in his ears when the blow comes. There is only the moment. And then there is a beach. When he opens his eyes once more, the shade has gone, and the white sand warms his back and the waters cool his feet. The soul […]

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