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Wow you pegged me to a tee :O lol!

The best kind of story is one told by mouth. You can hear the very sole of the story as it pours out of a bard's music and song. The most popular bard of the day is Jurinjo, of the elven clan. This particular bard prefers the stories of legend, of heroes and great trees of old times.

Sadly the majority of kids these days prefer to play sports than listen :/

Fizzy is a deep, scholarly person... She enjoys walking through enchanted, mystical places that have interesting lighting. Spirits usually gather around her, and birds enjoy flocking behind her to make her look like she has great, big wings!

The assassin slunk through the trees, their mask concealing their face from any who might see. The small blue gem on their hat gave notice as to the house they were from.

She's a shadow imp designed by the MPC to lure any human they could into the digital world in which the MPC's power is supreme.

@Fizzy: pegged you to a tee? what does that mean? ^^;

After trudging through the desert for days Jurinjo finally found what she was questing for. Through the haze, the sands revealed to her their secret. Just beyond the sand dunes the lost city of Ankerwot waited for her to explore its treasures. She eagerly kicked her hover bike into over drive racing to her destiny.

Poggio the Valkire lures her victims with her beauty, and through her magic, once her victim's guard is down, she forces them to forever wallow in their sins.

Jurinjo: Meaning your story where you described: "She's lately taken to the human music, gothic fashion and absolutely adores the theatrical play of Phantom of the Opera." Was exact XD

One day the farmer went to tend his orange tree grove and he saw something odd. One tree had a large orange with streaks of yellow on it. He plucked the orange and peeled the skin back with a knife. Inside he saw a small baby girl. The girl was named fizzy by the farmer's wife and has lived with them ever since.

I'm tempted to say my alien story again but in the interest of variety: I summoned you using my uber shadow magic skillz but what's this? You're orange not purple! So I reject you and your orange sparklyness turning into my nemesis over this rejection your live is consumed by the desire to prove orange is better than purple by killing me.

@Poggio: My avatar is male...dang it why are they all so female looking?! Dx

@Fizzy: oh wow that's neat I feel awesome now xD

Merr hides in the darkness and sends his soul minions out to capture more souls. This is much cleaner than his regular assassinations and leaves no evidence that he was there.

Like an imp, play pranks on unsuspecting victims, Leaving nothing but a light glimpse and the trail of her tail disappearing behind and around corners.

This particular God of Death doesn't have fun doing it's duties. Instead this creature prefers to watch the snow fall and muses at the ways humans act with each other.

pourquoi faire autant d'histoires ... ♥

D': That made me depressed, merr! lol

Merr, the Ink pimp, intead of back handing his 'employees' he covers them in ink and feathers and makes them go to children's birthday parties as a pinata

OMG LOVE!!
Perfect!! XD

A Demon of snow falls gently from the sky as the first flake settles over a peaceful town on Christmas eve...allow her the luck of striking fear and death to all the ignorant mortals living in their insipid little boxes. And who knows? Maybe Santa IS real and she'll get the opportunity to kill him. Or even cooler Santa turns out to be one bad ass fighter and everyone cheers him on in their grand battle in the white snow and across the skies of the town.