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OU - Palantir of SauronAlix sat upon a rocky cliff overlooking the crumbled gates of Mordor. With her newly given senses, she saw no movement with the dark lands.
"Everything's so silent. So dead "
The cloak she donned fluttered around her petite body. When the Artisan first arrived in this world, the form she took made her resemble an elfin native. Alix wore a long-sleeved dark green tunic that fell before her knees, a belt wrapped around her waist, and tight black pants. A pair of brown leather boots adorned her dainty feet, protecting them from the weather and terrain. Her hair had gotten longer which forced the young maiden to tie it back in a braid. Not only had her appearance changed, but her senses as well. It was very difficult to navigate using them at first, but Alix willed herself to push forward.
"I better get this over with quickly before someone, or something, finds that Palantir before me," she muttered lowly as she jumped down the cliff.
The Fragile Artisan carefully darted across the cr
WoH - Initiation MissionAvis moaned lightly as she willed her tired eyes open. She was greeted by a metal ceiling above her and the faint smell of medicine in the air. The faerie felt her body surrounded by something plush and soft.
What is this?
Her eyes drifted around curiously once the cobwebs were shaken from her wakening mind. Avis found herself in a small room, confined to a bed with white blankets and pillows. The room contained the bare necessities of normal residence: dresser, desk, chair, vanity, and the likes. As she slowly sat up, Avis felt bandages wrapped around her torso and arms.
What happened to me? Where am I?
"Ah, you're awake. Thank goodness," a masculine voice breathed out in relief from the doorway.
Avis saw a tall man with pinkish hair and kind eyes staring at her. She noticed that he wore an odd white garb she never seen before. He also held a small cup in his hand. When the she opened her mouth to speak, a few garbled words clumsily tumbled out. Avis frowned from th
ON - VelociraptorAwarenessDayIt started out just like any other day in Dawn's Edge. The townspeople near the shore were getting ready for another beautiful day of profit and excitement. A yellow sun peeked out from behind the ocean's wavy horizon, greeting everyone with its hazy rays. The ocean churned lazily as keen seagulls carefully eyed the foamy swells for their next meal of juicy fish. If one would travel a little more mainland then hike up several winding trails and clear through a very dense forest, they would spot a large looming mansion high on top of a cliff overlooking the ocean. The tenants of this massive property don't take to kindly to strangers wandering in, especially if they are fond of their beating hearts. The ones who have taken up this residence were none other than an infamous organization whimsically named Org-Nu.
It was early morning when the sun's rays washed over the stone and wooden building with its warm wake-up call. Various members were either in other worlds on missions from th
OU - Return of the ShadowmanAlix swiftly walked down the crowded New Orleans streets, bypassing the partying natives who danced along with the Mardi Gras beat. Trumpets belted out loud notes of jazz into the balmy night air. Colorful streamers, balloons, and parade floats decorated the French Quarter. People of all races cheered as they donned festive costumes, their bodies clothed in bright hues and feathery masks. Scents of spicy and sweet cuisine mixed with the whiff of alcohol, teasing the Artisan's nose. Her blue eyes, now dulled over, stared out at the city's citizens' joyous behavior.
They would have loved this place
The silver-haired girl ran a gloved hand through her curled locks in frustration. Her mood changed drastically a couple of months ago when she came back from a mission to find most of her closest friends gone from the Underground. Alix's head pounded as that memory floated back to the surface of her mind.
No, no, no! I have to keep a clear head on this mission.
The young No
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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