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The Edge of Torment By: kamina
   7 Years, 2 Months, 13 Hours, 18 Minutes ago

Some say the blade is cursed and brings despair to any who own it, others believe that it is merely coincidental misfortune.

The Song of Sorrow By: kamina
   7 Years, 3 Months, 3 Weeks, 2 Days, 20 Hours, 7 Minutes ago

The bard tuned his lyre for the 5th time. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. Ancient eyes greeted him.  This would be his last performance, it had to be perfect.

Tepiltzin (tay PiL tsEn) By: kamina
   7 Years, 4 Months, 2 Weeks, 1 Day, 1 Hour, 40 Minutes ago

The jaguar stood at the door of the temple. The smell of blood from within assailed his keen senses. He placed one paw, and then another, over the threshold. The priest walked to the door, as the sun’s light faded, and greeted the warrior Tepiltzin.

Tlilpotonqui (Tleel po TON k) By: kamina
   7 Years, 4 Months, 2 Weeks, 1 Day, 1 Hour, 51 Minutes ago

The party had driven the beasts to the edge of the cliffs, the kill was swift.  Tlilpotonqui smiled broad and warm.  It had been a fine day.  His smile faded as he spied the crescent Moon already hanging delicately in the sky.  The west was fading to pinks and golds.  In his excitement, he had forgotten the time.  He fell back, letting the party get well ahead, and turned towards the cliffs.  As the last rays of the Sun faded he dove towards the rocky waters below…



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       By: Michael Jotne Slayer

The old clock tower stands tall, but the bulk of the uppermost storey is crumbling and unsafe, with gaping cracks in the walls. The metal struts and girders supporting the great bronze bells are still intact, though, and the bells survive. The grotesque gargoyles and arabesques which decorated the original design have either fallen into the street (once or twice a year more bricks fall from the tower, prompting calls for its demolition) or have been defaced, but the main doors to the clock tower are still intact and show signs of being kept in working order. This is the home of The Captains, clad in raggedy clothes, with sooty faces, and perpetually runny noses. But behind each set of eyes is the look of a survivor. They live to stick together and make it through each day. Older than their years in many ways, the friendship they share with each other and Wims ghost keeps the core of a childs innocence and hope alive in each. But they are still very suspicious of outsiders. They are a group of street children who live in the clock tower. Some are orphans, some runaways, and some nomads who occasionally return to their homes. But they’re all poor, dirty and perpetually hungry, as well as being wily, unscrupulous and mischievous in a fairly brutal way. Enough of them have suffered at the hands of adults for all of them to be wary of any grown-ups, particularly ones who ask too many questions, although with hard work and a lot of food it might be possible to win the confidence or even the trust of a few of them.

Ideas  ( Locations ) | February 15, 2011 | View | UpVote 4xp


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