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Um I did A test based on the Land of Celebrations and Bells title test and I am having trouble with my roles. I have My main character the Knight of Life level 5, with a Poet of Blaze level 5 as his sidekick/lancer. But the rest, I am lost with. My Heir of space level 6, a Star of light level...

No. I am quite honestly rather morbidly curious as to what you fellows have actually written. I know I have written some disturbing stuff, albeit not as bad as some of the creepy pasta I have seen on 4chan, but still. Though I am still somewhat curious as to what you fellows have produced. Lay...

The climb down was hard, but somehow we managed it. We were both grimy, bloody, and it was strange to think that in a normal world, we would be attracting predators by now. But Sha care nothing for the scent of blood, and we were left alone for as long as the shields held. I walked, carrying...

((And again a little graphic. Should be the last one.)) I carefully laid Zinnia out flat and got to my feet. The Sha drifted over to us like a lady in skirts, and I dropped our shields, realizing it had seen through them. Color sprang back to my vision, but it wasn't much different. The...

((Also a tad graphic.)) The kids were huddled under Rhukha's bed. When I came in, first Hector and then Rhukha peeled out from under it to creep in close to me. "Are we going to die?" asked Hector, breathless and wide-eyed. I hoisted him onto my shoulder, and hugged Rhukha close with one...

((This part gets a little graphic and adult-y, the more sensitive among you have been warned!)) This time I entered without knocking. There was a lot of soft but vicious cursing, and a pillow hit my shoulder. It didn't hurt, in fact it barely felt like a feather's touch. I looked in the...

Things have gotten worse. So much worse... News comes that the Sha are on the borders of the Fields. The spirits are reeling--I have a horrible feeling their brothers and sisters in Nagrand have been overcome. They can always tell. The assault begins, the odd spires rising more frequently and...

What to say to fill the spaces of day, Accounts of training of love, of child's play, Time is a standstill, yet marching ever on, Until you look up, and there is doom on the horizon. Sounds like a poem, and I don't even like poetry. And the last two lines don't rhyme. Oh well. It's a good...

Women are confusing. Especially pregnant women. Today Zinnia had an apology for me. She said she was sorry she insulted and hit me two days ago, that the strain of the war was getting to her. I told her not to worry about it, though still I wonder… The woman’s a whirlwind...

This page has a giant black blot in the middle it, as if someone spilled the ink. Today was…a very strange day. The Hallow’s End celebrations are getting closer, and the kids zoom up and down the hall and around the hill with black and orange streamers flying from their hands...

Between this entry and the last are many diagrams and mathematical figurings of what one can only guess are temporal theories. Half of the notations don’t seem to be written in Lark’s hand. Days pass, and we have no breakthrough, no answer–at least, no answer that...

Days passed without either us bringing up the subject of the timelines again. After the dinner invitation, Kazdormu and I settled into Zinnia’s dwelling as easily as if we were visiting kin. Hers was more burrow than tent or house, a few rooms cut straight from the rock in one of the rare...

She led me across the busy square, keeping Hector firmly upfront of her despite the kid’s attempts to dart away to investigate every little thing, babbling all the while. When we neared another child about the age of 11, Zinnia stopped and passed the boisterous five-year-old to him...

The Fields of Farahlon were prettier than I had expected them to be. While Nagrand was a land of cliffs just as much as it was a land of prairies, the Fields were flat, spreading out before the eyes like an endless plane of yellow-green. Every so often there were spires of rock, like crooked...

I’ve walked through deserts before, miles and miles of only sand and the hot sun above you. But this wasn’t like that. For one, it was colder. And even a desert holds more life. A stranger to the Sha might have expected more danger once you got past the leading edge of a Sha invasion, but...

Walking in dreams…I saw Lahkin there, and he grinned and reminisced with me about a time he had used this trick of escaping from his body before, back at a place called Halaa when an orc named Agar had attacked him. But this time there would be no returning, no death-defying manuevers...

If I am to be the sole “survivor” of this timeline, is it for me to record what I’ve seen for history? After all, it’s not exactly history when it’s a story of a now-nonexistent dimension. More like madman’s rantings, for on some level, it’s not even real. Light, there is such a thing as...

This pages of this entry don't seem markedly different from any of the others, though those who are allergic to mushrooms may find themselves sneezing nonstop until they turn the page. "Kaz, just one question." We were somewhere over the great mushroom caps that made up the forest of...

If we can get used to it at all... I don't know how long we silently fought for control, and I must have tossed and turned like a man stricken with fever. What the lieutenant thought of the orders, I never got to find out, either. Sometime later, a weary, sweat-soaked later that put the sun in...

We're...stabilized now, I suppose is the right word. It feels like two corks bobbing on the water, rather than before when one of us was forcefully holding the other under. I sometimes wonder if I could have done it without him maintaining our calm through his meditation...or if he could have...