Recent content by Katsujirou

Iron Man gives amazing head. HOW'S THAT FOR FIVE WORDS?!

The paste was made from poultice plant and wheat flower seed. When ground with water it became white, and if mixed with grass oil it stiffened into a paste that Sid kept in his tin. He had learned to make the cream, which was white and consistent as butter. The recipe was given to him by none...

Hotho’s white hands folded into the sleeves of his black cloak. His hands were the instruments of the underworld, tiny hooks that could grab a soul and pierce life. They were as powerful as any wand or staff, but they were also as simple as five fingers and a palm. He could write with them as...

Sid Gantry the Witch Hunter rode alone. His horse, a dusty black steed, didn’t mind being on its own. The two were creatures of solitude, and the open road was the only company they cared to have. Down the road and between the mountains marched the Talsean Army, the Blackcoats. Sid could...

my mom.

Image by Keun Chul (keun-chul.deviantart.com). Edited by Brendan Kussman. Name: Sid Gantry Age: 30 Race: Human Class: Ranger Profession: Witch Hunter Nature/Alignment: Lawful Neutral Demeanor: Quiet and contemplative. Never sleeps. Attributes 1.) Physical Strength: 3/5...

User Incognito hit the nail on the head. "Street Samurai" was a term used heavily by William Gibson to describe a recurring character of his named "Molly," who also went by "Sally." I'm not sure if the "Street Samurai" appeared in other writings, but it's a relatively recent term that I...

Hotho’s voice became the blood of glaciers. His two white hands clamped down on Malifekus’ arms, and from the rage inside there spilt an ocean of frozen torment. Through his bones and sinew, stretching ancient veins and capillaries, a universe of cold filled Malifekus’ world. The Lich Lord’s...

Hotho waved off the homunculi after it had handed off the towel. As many tens of thousands of the small, winged humanoid beasts he had summoned, he had never been able to craft a single with a mind he could tolerate. They were like insects. He put both of his powder white hands, with their...

For three days the healers of Benzar, well trained and very experienced in the mending of battle wounds, put back together the broken body of Katsujirou’s shadow. His shattered ribs were wrapped with rope and set, open wounds were closed and his bruising reduced by poultices and balms. Four...

I think Brian is amazing like whoa.

Forget the bears - feed ME! Welcome to .org Will! I've been roleplaying online for a long time, but this forum is hands down the best I've been a part of. Don't feed bears with lasers.

It's meant to look a little cartoonish, but thanks for the pointer. Regarding the placement of the sword, I was trying to make a point. Can you figure it out?

Hell man, don't let me ruin your swagger. Slap your Samurai avatar up for us all to "Ooohhh" and "Ahhh" at. I want to see it.

When Joshua left the room, the cold enchantment that had blanketed the darkened hallway in an infrared black was lit with torches. A goblin was already kneeling facing the door, and when it heard the door open it dared to look up into Joshua’s eyes. “I hope you have eaten well,” his voice...