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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...

Shade smiled again as he rested his left hand upon the handle of the sheathed katana tucked beneath his obi. Katsujirou has picked a curious Shadow. “The few of us who are warriors wear the red armor, and fewer still are called Red Riders.” A woman came into the room and shuffled around Shade...

The Shade’s eyes never came off of Xanoken as he took the wakizashi. He glanced down at his grip and noticed Xanoken’s fingers, and he traced the look of pain across his face as he tried to hide it. The Shadow was not an assassin, but the Shade could see why Katsujirou had chosen him. He held...

“You have much to learn.” Hotho’s hand took Joshua’s chin and lifted his face. “You have entered a world of darkness, where the black blankets thicker than your own skin. You have become what you had once feared and hated. You are the inevitable, the nightmare, and the pain. I will teach...

The warrior watched Xanoken rise from the ground. From his vantage point in the corner he had witnessed the entire incident. It was not uncommon seeing a Master Warrior take apart a single man, but it was unusual seeing the loser spared. It was customary for Benzar to finish what they had...

Katsujirou was breathing heavily. His left leg was bent at a precariously numb angle, but he had managed not to fall upon it during his barrage. Had he both legs, he most certainly would have smashed in Xanoken’s skull. Blood dripped from his knuckles and his side ached from the kick...

Katsujirou was prepared to die. He had been prepared since he was just a boy. His master had told him that death was nothing to fear. All good men died. There had never been a swordsman who could cut death, and so long as Katsujirou Kato had his way there never would be. To cut death would...

“How is it, to sleep in Drythar’s bed?†The voice came down the hall, bouncing off the stone and from all directions. “I wouldn’t know. I don’t sleep.†It was a crisp voice, and it came from the mortar between the stones. “You don’t either, you know.†Light...

To be undead is to see the world through a new lens. Light is different, sound is different, smells and tastes are new and evolved. What had once been dark becomes light, and what once had been light becomes painful. The undead can hear the thoughts of other undead and communicate without...

The corpse tightened its grip on Joshua’s shoulder. If the Mystic Knight realized his power he could tear the disemboweled mercenary limb from limb without tiring. The voice of the corpse knew it had only a few more minutes to restrain the struggling knight before he’d be lost to the mania and...

The corpse’s hand nearly split as its arm tightened. With a heave, the body of the disemboweled mercenary pulled itself atop Joshua’s chest. Blood and puss smeared across the Mystic Knight’s belly, and the corpse’s hand tightened on his shoulder, holding him down. Like a dead leaf, the corpse...

The bodies were dry. Blood was congealing, skin was sagging, the color of faces was turning white, green, and blue. The overpowering smell was that of an ocean of rotting skin, spilled organs and the churned meat of monsters and warriors. The Hunzial had cut through the men like the reapers...

By the time Xanoken arrived Katsujirou was already sitting on the edge of his thin bed. A young girl was rubbing his left calf with a warm sponge. Leaning against the wall beside her was a thin wooden cane. She looked excited to see Katsujirou awake, but when she turned to face Xanoken in the...

“You have traveled far.†Katsujirou said. He stepped away from the pillar and started to descend the steps towards Xanoken, his hand still upon his sheathed katana. His eyes settled upon the handle of the assassin’s wakizashi. “You have brought a … fine weapon to slay me with. It...

Alright, I decided to scrap the animation idea and stick with what I feel most comfortable doing: simple layering with mixed effects and some homemade brushes. Voila!

Yes, better.

I'd give the "Child of The Night" a black outer glow, 1 pixel wide, 100% opacity. It'll help to seperate it from the black mist you've got around it. Otherwise it sort of blends in a bit and is a tad difficult to read. I like the lighting, though. Well composed.

Animating the smoke. That should be do'able. I added the smoke by hand (difference clouds, smudge, adjusted contrast, some cross hatching) ... perhaps fading between multiple layers would work ... I'll see! Thanks Jayliss!

Transition times, check. SJ hates it, check. I've also noticed the colors are pretty bland, but ... anybody else?

He could hardly stand. His mouth was dry as rock. His feet bled. “I did not say you could sit.†He panted in the sun and wished for the smoke. “I did not say you could sweat.†With one hand shielding his face from the sun and the other holding the wall he was defenseless. “You...

Testing a new signature. This is my first attempt at an animated signature. COMMENTS & ADVICE GREATLY APPRECIATED.

Awesome! but where's your quote?? Now you have to quote a movie and the next person has to guess.

This is a movie quote game. I'm going to quote a line from a movie. You either have to: 1.) Reply with the movie the quote is from and (if possible) the character who said it. 2.) If you don't know either the movie or character, make up what was said immediately before the line was...

I am Brendan. I want beer. Enough said.

Through the clouds, from heaven, there streaked a platinum fan of great blowing glory. It peeled back Mith's foggy haze and turned the skies blue. On power setting number 5 the fan hummed a deafening hum, and turned the once hazy world into a land of endless humming. Unbeknownst to the...

What, are you guys serious? That movie looks awful! Native Americans speaking perfect english, Vikings on horses ... when the Vikings came to North America they were monks, not warriors.

I agree, YOU VERY GIFTED.

Hey, thanks for all the warm welcoming! I look forward to what's to come.

Yo Bro, nice to see you coming along with me for the ride! Dude ... I've been thinking about ditching Case and resuming the story of Katsujirou. Smoking warrior, bro. The smoking warrior.

I found this image in the Smithsonian database. It's of Horuko Takagawa, which was a famous Horse Ninja from the Han Dynasty. According to Wikipedia.org, Takagawa was known for throwing ninja stars, katana mastery, and sport jumping. Among other things, Takagawa was feared for his jumping and...

I've been dragged behind the vehicle of love. Woe is me and my bruised chest.

I take abuse like weeds soak grass - endlessly and without complaint. Rub the salt in. I like the sting. Rawr.

I've known Robin for a few years now and have learned many things about her: - She's a mammal. - She's had ninja training. - She loves horses. - She trains her horses to be ninjas. - Sometimes she sends her horses to ninja battles. - They are victorious. - So is Robin. For these...

Well, from what I can tell this forum is a lot more active and on-track than the threads on Ayenee.com. I'll be interested to see how things develop for me over the next few weeks. Who knows, I might transition entirely over to these threads, depending on how Ayenee.com continues to fall apart.

Yo, I'm Brendan. This is my first time joining .org, much less posting on the forum. For those who might know me already, drop me a line sometime. For those who don't, I've been roleplaying online since Christmas of '96. I was on haitus from October '06 to February '07, but otherwise I've...