Godslayer

At least make sence (a flock of lambs??) lol but bro I like it hurry up with the next bit

"A flock of labs?" :? Aside from that I enjoyed reading it. Are you going to post what happens to them?? I want mores :roll:

I hate how this guy just spams everything with lame brain half wit Ideas. I'm thinking if we where to make a new chefs guild It would be p2p It needs to have a wheat field(small one) It should have Higher requierments It needs a tomato garden Like he siad a cheese machine, but you'd have to get the milk yourslef from wherever (I think we should all compile a list of all we want to see, so you guys go ahead with ure ideas)

Again, why do we friggin need this??? We don't have a friggin sky! What is the point?

A kid with flaming red hair sat in front of a large moniter trying to figure out what this program that just poped up was. He couldn't close it and all it said was : "Tip.it. Help Ironclaw" The boy knew about Tip.it, since it was one of his favorite sites. He also knew that Ironclaw was one of his online friends. Suddenly another screen poped up. YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN, PREPARE FOR LAUNCH "Huh?" the kid said perplexed. Soon a green ball welled up and two swords pertruded out of it. Before he knew what was happening the sword had taken him into the computer! He spun faster and faster until he hit Some ground. He found that he had white leather armour on and some new pants and bandages around his arms and legs. In front of him there was a Sword wich he promptly picked up. It was weigtless, and as soon as he touched it it flashed in a green heatless fire. There was also an inscription on it "Niaphim" the boy read slowly. Then he picked up a great shield in the shape of a bear claw. "Where am I?" he said to no one in particular, but some one answered. YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED. YOU ARE IN THE TIP.IT "What?" the boy stuttered "Who are you?!" I AM THE MODERATOR. GO QUICKLY Iflic FOR YOUR FRIEND NEEDS COMPANIONS TO HELP HIM IN HIS QUEST HE WILL EXPLAIN TO YOU ALL WICH YOU SEEK. With that the voice left Iflic, and he was forced to seek out Ironclaw for help, and answers.

Yes I said I made the SIG, not the wallpaper, and if you were too mentally challenged to read my post all the way, I also said that I used that wallpaper for a BG. So all you do is talk smack, and your pathetic flaming attempts make me laugh :lol: o and no I'm not banned, I dont know why my title sais so. im not flaming dude lol, just stating facts, u sed check out this sig i made, when u say that it means u made it 100% and u made no attempt what so ever to give the actualy creator credit, and btw u have the mentality of a 12 yr old :roll: ......... :evil: Dude I am soo NOT liking the "twelve year old" crack :evil: ........

Name: Iflic Gender:Male Race: Dryad Age: 25 Height: 6'9" Weight: 169 lbs Class:Druid, Iflic has some talent in the art of healing and is in touch with nature. Apearance:Iflic looks as if he is constantly sad. His Face is a pale white, even though he is always in the sun and his body is long and slender the perfect build for a tree protecter. His face is long and his cheeks cut narrowly down his face always casting the sides of his face in a shadow. His nose is long and slightly crooked, as he fell out of trees allot as a child. The nose in not bulbous or large, it is slender. His eyes sit under his deep brow, allways cast under shadow giving the effect of raccoon eyes without the side effects or cause. They are the bluest eyes you shall come upon in your life. His lips are thin but visible and his ears faintly pointed. His hair is flaiming red, looking very out of place on his pale body, and he wares it long, but not very. He parts it down the middle and lets the hair grow to his cheeks, inveloping him an a sort of fiery Halo He is slimly muscular and very fast. His arms are as strong as tree trunks but as nimble as a twig. He has abnormally long legs, feet, and fingers. Weaponry: His sword, Naiphim is longer than a short sword but a bit shorter than a long sword, at about 3' 5" and glows a green glow, wich is said to come from beng the first sword ever wielded by a Dryad. He also uses a shield that is of a charmed petrified wood and looks in the shape of a bear claw, dangerousky lashing out. Clothing:Iflic wears a a white short sleveed shirt, the exact same texture as leather, of his own making. Where the shirt ends he has wrapped his arms in black bandages so as to better grip his sword and shield and to gaurd against attacks. He waers loose green shorts and on his shin wares his bandages all the way down to his feet, because he dosnt waer shoes. He adorns his body in various places with enchanted leaves, made to stay hard as rock but still live. Life:Born in a Biological improbibity, Iflic is one of the first male Dryads ever. He was born in winter( wich gives him his distinct pale color, all dryads complexions reveal what season they were born in) and was thown outside his families woods when he was found to be a male. Picked up buy a merchant couple in a caravan, he was raised by humans, but as soon as he found out he left the family and headed towards the dark forest near there home, wich he knew that since he was a dryad he could survive there and they would never catch him. It turns out luck was with him that day, because the next morning he felt very guilty and wanted to go home. When he got there he found that he had no home. The outpost had just been raided and the inhabitants killed, all this at the age of 14. 11 years have passed and now Iflic is a wandering dryad/ druid, with only his blade as his companion. He still strives to know what monsters perpatrated the murder of his family, and who his true parents are, and where they are.

Noooo there would be horribly copses everywhere!

As the night wore on the monks heard an agonized scream. They all rushed down the hall in which Zytis was kept, and where the scream had come from Before the monks very eyes a maricle was accuring! The boy was growing, not just growing as in growing a minuscule percent of an ich but true growing! The monks could visibly see the boy grow! After a few hours his clothes started to stretch on him. Never before had Zytis experienced anything so incredibaly painful. By daybreak the boy had grown two feet, and his clothes almost suffocated him. Now 7 feet tall Zytis head bumped against the very cieling of his cell. He was in a daze and walked in circles around the cell. He was not very good at being tall, as he frequently fell to the ground. He tried out his new voice, for truely before he had a very boyish voice, not the voice of a 15 year old. His new voice was low and deep, and at first it hurt his throught but then he got used to it. Now all but one of the monks looked at him oddly, and the one who didnt came to Zytis cage. The monk came and unlocked the cell! Zytis at this point knew he, at his height and stamina, was easily strong enough now that he could barrel through and escape from the outpost, but he didnt. Zytis simply walked out and said "I am sorry. Praise Saradonims name" After that Zytis said not a word. Most of the monks spoke rarely as well, but Zytis didnt speack at all. He was mute for a year and was serving under the monks, doing tasks like cleaning and such, though the monks would have done this themselves, he made sure he was the one to do it. They fed him and gave him a place to stay, and they didnt bother him, while he read his books. Bookreading was now his hobby. As a boy he was taught how and now he had the monks whole library right infront of him gaining dust, so know thats what he spent alot of his time doing. When he was 19 years old he had read almost every book in the library they had. And felt an odd calling. Without realizing really what wa going on he silently crept to the door of the High Priest and nelt at the door. A few hours later Zytis was still kneeling when the High Priest came out and nearly stepped on Zytis, had it not bee the fect that Zytis was still about 5 feet tall, even kneeling. "What is it my son?" the priest asked, trying to regain his composure. "I wish to become a servant of Great Saradonim, train me." said Zytis simply. This was the first time he had talked in about 4 years! The priest knew that this was ment to be and told him if it was the last thing he did he would make Zytis a monk. That day Zytis went back to his room and took out the device he had taken so long ago, the scizors. Zytis hair was long and matted now and without een looking into a mirror he trimmed it. He had no idea how it would look, he trusted Saradonim to help him, since he could feel that how he wore his hair was important. When he was done he was bald except at the top of his head wich was in a flowing scalplock, and look for all the world like a horses tail. he wraped it in some fiber so it wouldnt just flow down his back, but would stick out, then come down a few inches behind his back. Later when Zytis was 20 years old he became the fastest monk to have ever trained for being ,just that, a monk. He was given his plain, dusty brown robes, and a symbol of Saradonim. Now his calling was fullfilled. Now he is 27 and he woke up one moring to find a great blade by his bed! Scared Zytis huries to the other corner of the room. Once someone posts a reply we can findout about this mysterious blade. Dont miss the next chapter "Eolii Skyblade"! :D

Even as Zytis fell, a great light came upon him. And behold Zytis was taken forth by this light to the north, to Last outpost. There he was deposited while, all unawares, the monks slept. Is this hell? Nah, can't be Zyitis thought as he woke up. He was in a rather strange place. In a gage, like some wild animal, a cage that seemed to be imbued with some sort of arcane magic. He looked around him to see that he was in a rather large hallway and the back of his age butted up with the end of the hallway. There was no carpeting, as so was the style of the day, and no windows. He saw many old wooden doors, doors that looked old but firm, that seemed as if no matter what those old wooden doors would hold. The ground looked just as old, but it was not dirty, quite the contray infact it was very clean, but looked of worn stone. In his cage he seemed to have some sort of spinning door, but it was very tiny, so he couldnt escape through it but things could be delivered to him through it. He had a small cot and some food. Later that morning several men came by his cage to give him lunch. These men wore a plain dusty brown colored robe along with a neckalace with the sign of a God, though Zytis did not know wich. They where bald but one looked as if he was not aturally bald, but shaven and that was the younger one. They both had beards under there chins slightly that looked as if there sideburns had one day simly discided to keep going down till they met each other. "Who are you people? And why have you imprisoned me?!" Zytis roared. "We are the monks of Saradonim," said the monk "We where given you by the spirit of Him." "Given?!?! Am I know some plything? An object whos will can be clenched and mind broken? Something that can be owned?!" Zytis asked incredulously "Saradonim told us you would show us the sign of penitance, and in that moment you would become free." the monk replied and with that they left. About a month later "the sign of penitance" came to Zytis, and he experianced the worst pain in his life... So whatdaya think? Am i any good( don't worry this is just a small prtion of the story, kinda like background we'll get to the action soon :wink: ) once you guys respond I'll post the next part. (if you want you're charecter in the story and I'll put him in somewhere)

Ya its going to be a huge story, but I want to know whether or not people want to hear it, lol I thought I made it clear that that was only the begining, the bio if you will of a much larger story to come Sorry to confuse you :oops:

Not bad not bad at all, pretty good actualy. Do like rpgs or stories? If you do maybe check out mine some time (great uprising) 8) -Godslayer

reply please? :cry:

im sorry this is an old post from before i modified story -Godslayer

ok...........I'm starting to talk to myslef here! someone please anyone say something!

This is where i would post the next part of my story if someone wouldReply!

Bump...

lol sry spamed my own post

why did i bump this? o well.... will someone log on to this forum besides me*hears echo*

I would really like to get on the nex part but i need some feedback first :evil:

Someone needs to reply................

Zytis was, above all else a thief. He was rather short at only 5 and a fourth feet and had little in the way of remarkable features. The only thing remarkable about the boy was his face. His eyes where deepset under a large brow, they where brooding eyes, dark eyes, the color was not altogether discernable without looking very closely. From his brow his rather large nose came forth. His nose was not necisecarily bulbous, far from it it was slender, but it was a very long nose making his face seem drawn out and perpetualy sad. His cheeks where high set and almost looked like an upside down "L". Where his cheek stoped going sideways on his face and started going downward toward his jaw on either side , he had tatoos. The tattos wernt very intricate, just a line coing from the curve of his cheek to the corner of his eye, but not overlaping to the nose. These marks had come from his old tribe, the tribe he had deserted As a boy he was always rebelling against the strict laws of his clan and at the age of 13, shortly after he was given his marks of adulthood, he ran away. Now Zytis was 15 and life without a home, life on the road had toughened his body and strained his muscles, but he was determined to survive, if only to show his tribe that he could. He commited many thefts in order to provide for himself such as stealing some bread or a bit of meat to eat. He had with him only him tattered clothes ad something that could only be called a sac. It wasnt much more than a canvas strung together with rope, but it was where he kept his few belongings. One day he decided his hair, wich was now should lenth and quite matted, should be trimmed. Quietly he slinked into a barbershop,with two years of thievry working for him, And quiet came to a device in wich had been dubed "scizors" they gleamed anew on the metal pan of the barber , with all his other utensils. As Zytis' grubby hand reached out to take it and stuff it in his sac, the barber suddenly looked around, after hearing Zytis stomach grumble. "You there, stop!" shouted the barber, almost slicing of his costomers ear. Quickly Zytis grabbed it and , making no attempt to keep quiet dashed out of the store. In fury the barber threw another pair of scizors at Zytis wich skimmed his shoulder, drawing blood through his wornout shirt. After Zytis was about a mile away from the shop and in some unknown valley he fainted from the blood he had lost and his exahustion. So this is what it feels like to die he though as he fellso be it. Next chapter, "Capture" is coming just as soon as someone replys :P