Grantaire

um, SS is for one post stories, I don't think 20k fits in one post. And besides, spare the eyes of your poor readers.

He was offline. Maybe next time he'll pop in.

IC - Boran:Boran gave a snort."Do you want to go back and ask the Visionary for more clear direction? 'We go until the mist fades, and past it,' and thank God we have Kakamas, because most of what we do will be searching for something that we'll know when we find it.

...A quarter?More like 1/100 of the kakama speed.Eyebeams weakness: he actually has to hit the thing he wants to move. That makes it much much more dodgable than a Matatu.Double strength is nowhere near one half a pakari, at all. The strength of two skakdi, while above average, is not that much. Speed, same thing. He's simply unusually fast and strong. A Pakari user could send him flying with ease, and a Kakama user could kill him before he could blink.

Name: Zazius Species: Skakdi. Gender: Male. Faction: The Noble Order of the Brother-Knights of the Well. Appearance: A tall, almost toalike build, with clawed feet and gauntlets. He walks slightly hunched over, although nowhere near as much as others of his species do. To hide his grinning features, he wears a protosteel sugerloaf helm. He wears a protosteel cuirass and pauldrons. At his belt are two swords. Over this he wears the black mantle of his order. Weapons and Possessions: Twin short swords, more like bladed clubs than anything; their edged are jagged, and with the strength the skakdi puts behind his blows they can crush into, and sometimes through, armor. He carries a compact flame gun that he uses to generate his element of fire. Powers: he can generate flame through his gun. His eyebeams telekinetically seize control of whatever they hit. Lastly, he has a third power of doubled speed and strength. Biography: Zazius was a mercenary and a skilled fighter before he met Boran. He did not join him until after the attacks, when Boran formed the Order. He is one of the most warlike of the Order, feeling no regret at the slaying of Cultists. However, he will always have a ready defense, arguing about justice constantly, even factoring in the impossibility of mercy in most circumstances.

OOC: Sorry guys, I totally forgot about this RPG!IC:There was a rush of wind as Aylan, with Boran and Zazius roped onto him, caught up to him. Within a few seconds they arrived at the Outpost central where they met Monik."We have completed the first, smallest leg of our journey," Boran said simply. "From here we rely on dim instructions. No more splitting, unless ordered. We will remain together. Aylan will take the front with Ketran. I follow, then Monik. Zazius, bring the rear."

My mom half killed me for spending like 6-8 hours on the computer, but it was worth it. I definitely enjoyed the story, despite some gripes I might have with a few parts of it.

I'm too cynical to be shocked. Fortunately I don't follow people on Twitter.

There are, as always, a few exceptions to the rule. However:1: in about half of the ones you talk of, the writing styles are mehish at best.2: there are nowhere near enough to define comedies by them.Granted, I might read a comedy by such a master as Juliana, but there's only one of her, not thirty.

Yeah, when I was a noob on BZP, I loved comedies, lame script ones, some not so lame ones. Now, there's only a few I like. Humor in stories for me is best when in epics or short stories; for instance, Ranger's Apprentice is a serious book, and yet I laugh a lot while reading it. Basically, when a story is dedicated solely to humor, it is hard to be good, to me that is. I mean, I'd love to see a 'comedy' that mixed seriousness and humor together. Only, that would be an Epic, not a Comedy./random thoughts.

I was going to do a themed story, but first I thought if I did one on All Hallows Eve, it might be too religious, so I decided to stick with the essence of All Hallows Eve and then... Yeah, by then I ran out of inspiration.

I wanted to go as a Templar, but... Yeah, I was partly too lazy, and partly guessing I'd have to shell too much out on the mantle (besides, it would look weird without some armor, which is even more cost).So I ended up deciding not to dress up at all.

Seeing as I'm a Templar nut, I'm surprised it took me this long to write about their fall. Also, you could have nitpicked to your heart's content had I not edited it thoroughly for once; I thought I'd spare whoever read this the sight of my overuse of commas. Thank you for the praise; I must admit that this story is excellent even to my self-critical reading, which isn't usual. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

People are stupid enough as it is, a little less learning can't make them worse! Or maybe not. I just couldn't resist saying that.

My vocabulary makes highschoolers feel 7.

... whaaaat it was one of the first things I tried out in my first year on BZPower. =OWell, other forums + drafted blog entries removed the problem for me...

Would anyone consider it weird that I never knew until now that you could not PM yourself?But now I'm just sad.

Well, the one that instantly popped to mind was Snow's words on hope in the THG movie, but I'm not sure if that's what you were looking for.

Vigilante: The road through the forest was dark and dry, shaded well in the early evening. It was well trodden, yet there were no travelers in view. Complete silence reigned, and peace as well. The sound of a horse broke through, and immediately the figure that had previously been hunched against a tree stump moved, his mottled cloak making him blend in well with the surroundings. There was the audible sound of a nock connecting to a string, and the figure stepped behind a tree, his longbow in hand. The approaching horsesteps were still a little way off, so he had time. What do I know about him? The archer asked, solely in preparation. A warrior, and a skilled one, although not a knight. According to sources in the last village he had passed through, this warrior had plagued the entire countryside, usually accompanied by a band of armed ruffians; able warriors, but far deadlier than their leader. Jacques was his name, and the villagers had other names for him; words that were muttered, and probably not decent in the least. The archer could see movement, and half drew his bow back, waiting. The black horse trotted into view, with two short lines of footmen following on either side. With skill born of long practice, the archer sent an arrow straight through the skull of the horse. Chaos followed, as the footmen swerved to avoid the falling horse, and the man aback of it who jumped clear just in time. The archer noted the escape as he was drawing back another arrow, which he sent into the chest of the farthest footman. Then another, and another: by the time the bandits had realized what was happening, half their number had fallen. The few with shields huddled behind them, searching desperately for their attacker. Arrows flew in, and all but two of the footmen collapsed. The remaining bandits huddled behind their crude kite shields, waiting for a movement, or at the least a command from their leader. Arrows flew in, piercing eyes as they peered about the shield, or feet protruding out from under. As Jacques rose to his feet from where he had fallen, he was greeted by the sight of his last footman falling to the ground, dead. He got his round shield in place just in time, as another arrow buried itself in the center. However, Jacques was far from a normal soldier, and unlike his unlucky followers, began to run. He had some knowledge of the skill of his attacker, but even an archer of that skill could not hit a target that moved as fast, and was covered as well, as he was. An arrow buried itself in the ground next to him, another in his shield. He laughed in triumph as he reached the tree his attacker must be behind- -But even as he lowered his shield and struck out with his sword, an arrow slammed into his right shoulder, sending both man and sword to the ground. He lay there groaning, watching helplessly as the mottled figure approached, kicking his weapons away. “Who… Are you?” he gasped. The figure smiled under his cowled hood. “I am a King’s Ranger,” was the simple reply.

Well, it most likely is done out of, well, conservativeness; prudence, one might say. I mean, in an RPG, your character is not you. What if another person has a character who would be either repulsed, outraged, or worse at such a character? That could easily give rise to a fight out or character, just because that's a very touchy subject. Although discussion on homosexuality in that manner is not allowed on BZP, it'd be incredibly weird if characters basically had to metagamedly censor themselves.Basically, from a quick analysis, it seems that such a practice is done simply out of fear of human nature, to keep the peace. Mayhap it is not the best policy, but... *shrugs*

Requesting a review of:Shredded Radiance by Zarayna.

I said the approach, not the matter itself. I think that in their attempt to do what you describe, they do just the exact opposite.

FIVE MORE DAYS I CAN'T WAIT Who here thinks we should start a Nanowrimo skype group to keep us from getting any writing done?

I intended to show failed repentance definitely, and it was mainly the fact that he had never really been awakened to the beauty of creation, etc. You might say that this was like an ork's one moment of grace... And the assassin flubbed it. As TMGB said, it is intended to show complete impenitence.Thank you for the review.

The old skin was better (minor gripe, since this one is pretty good as well) and the setup of the old forum was a little more... Well, comfortable, probably because I was used to it.Oh, and I miss the old forum's 'blogs you follow' section in the blogs. And the personal notepad.Policywise, I would have to say the approach to certain issues such as homosexuality. That, and the (IMO) slightly overstrict policy of biblical quotes; not saying that they should be consistently allowed, but that they shouldn't be quite so strictly censored (For instance, if I wanted to quote a psalm commonly sung by the Templar before battle, I think it's a little over the top to outlaw that slight usage).I have some gripes with the world filter; it drives me nuts sometimes when it censors words that are not of themselves curses; usually happens in a story when the word is used in a completely non insulting context, and is annoying.Overall though, I don't have too many gripes with this forum.