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Pillaged from WynBird  and I'm not even sorry!


2 . Use to randomize 13 of your friends victims for this meme. Make sure to include yourself as well. 
3 . All people used are tagged! DO IT FOR HUMANITY! Or I'll throw you off to the zombies.

1. Sidekick

2. Sniper
Novaprime12   :icongaspmemeplz:
Never knew he had it in him...

3. The one who loses it
WyvernsBlade   :iconwhatdidyoujustsayplz:

4. The Brain  

5. The one who takes charge
deathreborn  :iconfreedomplz:
Even though we may be doomed...

6. Medic
Keep me guessing, keep me terrified, I suppose.

7. The one who yells vulgarity at the zombies 
Funkifan  :iconimhorrifiedplz:

8. Weapon expert
Does this mean it's time to blow shit up?

9. Dies First 

10. The car guy 
Ambermm :iconnotsureifgusta:
Can you get us a Mercedes?

11. Cheerleader

12. Everything bad happens to this one but they survive it all

13. The person who barely manages to survive
DarkStarAngelo   :iconvictoryscreechplz:
You keep fightin' like that, you'll die real soon!
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Also pillaged from :iconhannsthemanns:

Pretty much the rules are this,
1) Put your music player on shuffle.
2) List the first few lyrics of the first 25 songs to come up.
3) There are 3 categories, easy, medium, hard (easy is worth 1, medium, 2, hard 3)
2) There will be the first few lyrics listed
3) I won't post names (obviously) you have to guess what they are. Once they have, put the lyrics in bold or something and write "named by so-and-so."
4) No googling, you little bastards.

1) In the shadows it awakes the desire
But you know that you can't realize
And the pressure will just keep rising
Now the heat is on

2)The shadows of the night
are unleashed again
Where their greed begins
the end is near

3) I am now an instrument of violence
I am a vessel of invincibility
I cannot leave this undecided
Stepping down to battle another day

4) I must have dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
But I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street

5) End of passion play, crumbling away
I'm your source of self-destruction
Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear
Leading on your deaths' construction

6) Hey
I'm your life
I'm the one who takes you there
I'm your life
I'm the one who cares
They betray
I'm your only true friend now
They'll betray
I'm forever there

7) Who is innocent?
Is it relevant in the world today?
I shake my head in disbelief
The killer walks again
Freed by evil men
And their dark charade
This can’t be happening

8) See the dogs come running
Smelling blood now
To an open sore
On a parasite
Countless hearts have fallen
Hard to number
Damnation's whore
Is looking for a victim tonight

9) Never again will I be dishonored
And never again will I be reminded
Of living within the world of the jaded
They kill inspiration
It's my obligation
To never again, allow this to happen
Where do I begin?
The choices are endless
Denying the sin
My art, my redemption
I carry the torch of my fathers before me

10) The indulgence of our lives
Has cast a shadow on the world
Our devotion to our appetite
Betrayed us all

11) What has come over me
What madness taken hold of my heart
To run away, the only answer
Pulling me away
To fall upon (the night)
The source of my recovery
Sweet shadow taking hold of the light mind
Another day has been devoured
Calling me away
Begging a question

I can see
When you stay low nothing happens
Does it feel right?
Late at night
Things I thought I put behind me
Haunt my mind

13) I tried to kill my pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying
And I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost?

14) Catch me as I fall
Say you're here and it's all over now
Speaking to the atmosphere
No one's here and I fall into myself
This truth drives me
Into madness
I know I can stop the pain
If I will it all away
If i will it all away

15) You're broken, so am I
I'm better off alone
No one to turn to
And nothing to call my own

16) Long lost words whisper slowly to me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there

17) Is it true what they say?
Are we too blind to find a way?
Fear of the unknown
Clouds our hearts today.

18) I'm searching for answers
'cause something is not right.
I follow the signs,
I'm close to the fire.

19) Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.

20) you'll burn this time
Seeing the violence
It's feeding my mind
No one is saving you
How can you find
A heaven in this hell?

21) Left in the darkness
Here on your own
Woke up a memory
Feeding the pain
You cannot deny it
There's nothing to say
It's all that you need to fire away

Tell me you like it
Tell me you like it
You say, you found yourself a new sound
The shit's loaded and ready to go
A bit too much just like the old sound
Already heard it for the hundredth time

23) Fate is so unkind
Now I should have known
Blind leading the blind
Reaping what I've sown
If it all amounts to nothing
Why, then, am I standing in this line?

24) Marked for demolition, I'm
Just a time bomb ticking inside
No hope for the hopeless,
I can see the pieces all laid out in front of me

25) One more goddamn day when I know what I want
And my want will be considered tonight, considered tonight
Just another day when all that I want
Will mark me as a sinner tonight, I'm a sinner tonight, yeah
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Pillaged- err, borrowed from :iconisriana:

1. What does your Deviantart name mean and why?

At the time I created this account, I was writing a short story in Comm. Arts in high school, and because the main character was a minor god who wielded two blades, resembling either extreme of the good/evil spectrum (and because I was a little obsessed with the whole consciousness alignment thing at the time... thanks, Fallout....)

2. What fandom were you obsessed with when you joined and what are you into now?
Soul Eater, probably.

3. How many watchers do you have now?
36, but most could be considered as inactive, due to how little they get on.

4. Name 3 of your favorite artists on DA.

5. Or lack thereof, move along…
More dA favorites!


6. Do you participate in clubs' contests here on dA?

7. What is your most popular submission?
Gentlemen! I present to you... this thing:
My Zombie Apocalypse Team by Neutral-Death

8. What are your favorite non-anime TV shows?
Battle 360, Greatest Tank Battles, Dogfights, The Smoking Gun Presents: World's Dumbest, Most Shocking, Most Daring, Family Feud

9. What are the things you wish you could draw better?
Everything, mostly because I can't draw to save my life.

10. Summer or winter?

11. Rain or Sun?

12. What's your favorite type of music?
Symphonic/power/heavy metal, metal, rock.

13. PC or Mac

14. Anime or Manga?
Anime. .Hack// is by far my favorite.

15. Coke or Pepsi?

16. Read or TV?
Both. Both is good.

17. How many hours a day do you spend on dA?
Not sure, as it really varies depending on the day. Sometimes I take just a quick peek, sometimes I sit here hours answering comments.

18. Name a talent.
Writing? Mechanic work? No clue.

19. Flash or traditional cartoons?
I like both.

20. What is your favorite fast food restaurant?

21. What are your top 3 favorite books?(not manga)
I'm gonna cheat and go for favorite book series... Harry Potter by J. K. Rowling, Death Vigil by Stjepan Sejic (you might know him better as :iconnebezial:), GWR

22. Wii or PlayStation?

23. Name 3 of your favorite bands/singers.
Disturbed, Metallica, Within Temptation

24. Are you a fast, slow, or medium typer?

25. Do you like Denny's?

26. What is your favorite smiley?

27. What is your favorite type of pie?
Sweet potato pie.

28. Have you ever stayed up for 24 hours?
Yeah, few times.

29. Do you go on dA a lot?
Yeah, I guess. I tend to take multiple quick looks per day.

30. Are you a member on any other sites besides DA?, Facebook, YouTube

31. Do you cosplay?

32. Fruits or sweets?
Why not both?

33. Buttered, plain, or salted popcorn?
Buttered and salted.

34. Have you skipped school?

35. Have you been on a plane?

36. Have you swam in an ocean?

37. Have you been ice skating?

38. Favorite vacation spot?
At home on my computer.

39. Ever been on TV?
Yes, when my mother dragged me onto the stage at church when the pastor was going to pray for a few people.

40. Favorite salad and dressing?
I don't eat too many salads.

41. What do you do to relax?
Play video games, write a book, chew out some politically correct Liberal pansy who believes laws only apply to certain individuals and that people should be allowed to come here illegally ahead of the millions of people working their asses off to try and come to the US.

42. What is the last film you saw in the theater?
Probably Iron Man 3. It's been a while.

43. Favorite Sandwich?
The King Club at McAlister's.

44. If you could go anywhere in the world…

45. Favorite time of the day?

46. What did you want to be when you were little?
Mechanic, then I learned how much hell working on a car could be, especially if you were handed a job another shop didn't want to do.

 47. What do you want to be now?
Meh. Wish I knew.

48. If you could eat with one person, who would it be?
Don't know.

49. What character would you hate to be stuck in a room with?
Romulus, from my book. If I ever finish it, you'll find out why.

50. When is your birthday?
Late May.

51. Favorite type of ice cream?
Oooohhh! That's a tough one. I think a triple chocolate cookie dough blizzard from DQ.

52. Last book you read?
The Essential Blender.

53. Which store would you max out a credit card at?
Probably Best Buy.

54. Do you buy / sell / both on eBay.

55. What is the most annoying thing people ask you?
"Do you even have a life?" Not much of one.

56. Favorite all time movie?

57. What was your favorite show when you were a kid?
Teen Titans, Naruto, Batman: The Animate Series.

58. What are you listening to right now?
Within Temptation - A Demon's Fate

59. What is the last thing you ate?
6 mini doughnuts.

60. If you were a crayon what color would you be?
No idea.

61. What is the first thing you notice about another person?
Their face.

62. Favorite sport to play?
Do e-sports like World of Tanks count?

63. Favorite Day of the Year?
4th of July

64. Hugs or Kisses? 

65. Vanilla or Chocolate?

66. Favorite Board Game?
I don't play too many board games.

67. Favorite smells?
Stuffed Peppers, cake.

68. What inspires you?

69. Do you have any piercings?

70. How many siblings do you have? 
Just my sister, Sachii-and-Chupa

71. Bacon Bits or Croutons?

72. Favorite Day of the Week?

73. Favorite phrase?
"If it bleeds, we can kill it!"

74. Favorite Restaurant?
Olive Garden. Only been there once, but it's so good.

75. Favorite animal?
Peregrine Falcon

76. Favorite thing to do outside?
Ride my bike.

77. Favorite thing to do when it's raining?
Sit inside. Play video games or watch TV.

78. Favorite Disney character?
Not a clue.

79. Do you like coffee? If so, what is your favorite brand?

80. Tag 6 people.
Nah. It's a long thing to fill, but if you feel like doing it, consider yourselves tagged!

Violierna slowly pried her eyes open, the wood ceiling above twisting and warping in unnatural ways. Suddenly realizing she wasn't home, she shot up, only to become disoriented and nauseated, falling back onto the bed, to stare at the ceiling once more. In her left arm was a dull pain, and feeling with her other hand, felt a thick layer of bandages. Looking into the room, she noticed the whole place was made of wood, even the end table by her head, which held a freshly exhausted candle and a brass bowl.  At the far end of the room sat a white-skinned, female elf wearing white robes with gold trim, not too different from the ones Violierna was wearing. The woman stared at her, but also appeared to be lost in her own thoughts. A conversation could be vaguely heard outside.

“I know I've asked you to do some things in the past, but what's going on here? This goes beyond simple retrieval missions. I think there's something you're not telling me,” a gruff, deep voice said.

“Met her in the woods, and she was wounded. Had an arrow in her arm, so I figured I'd bring her here to get patched up. That's all you need to know,” a younger, vaguely familiar voice responded.

“Well, well,” the older man said with a chuckle. “Looks like you've finally found yourself a girl!”

“Very funny. If it can be helped, she'll be patched up and sent on her way once the armor's ready.”

“Here's the thing, though. This armor's not in any style I'm familiar with. What is it you're hiding?”

The rest of the conversation was incoherent mumbling, which stopped after a few seconds.

“So, you're the one my brother brought in?” The mysterious woman asked, folding her arms. She didn't look tough, but the air about her screamed sorceress. “Typical. Only he would drag in the most vile creatures this land could offer.”

“And what have-”

“Silence! You may have been paralyzed from the waist down by that arrow, but I still have no qualms about killing you. If it were up to me, you'd either be in prison or six feet underground. But, since you were brought here by my brother, mother says whatever happens to you is up to him. If he wants to hand you over to authorities for a reward of cold, hard Kret, then so be it. Knowing him, however...”

“Knowing me, what?” A tall elf with bronze skin interrupted. He wore leather armor with underlying mail, and appeared relatively muscular. “I overheard your conversation with our guest. Have you no manners?”

“I... I was just-”

“Threatening her?”

“Viizhiar, I hope that open mind of yours isn't just a hole in your head that your brain fell out of,” she said before leaving the room, closing the door behind her.

“I hope you can forgive my sister,” Viizhiar began. He appeared to be at least a decade older than his apparent surrogate sibling, though still quite young. He retrieved the chair his sister had been sitting in and took a seat only a few feet from Violierna. “So, what brings you up here, anyway?”

“It started as wanderlust, but now I'm not sure,” she began, quietly.

“If you don't want to discuss it, I won't pry, but what do you say we get you back on your feet?” Viizhiar asked as he left. The sound of utensils clanking over a fire could be heard clearly, and it wasn't long before he came back with a plate of food that smelled of eggs and a bitter spice. He finished by lacing both dishes with a transparent fluid. I smelled faintly of rat, but the aroma disappeared within seconds.

“What is this?” Violierna asked. The crispy, yellow patty carried an almost overwhelming scent of black pepper.

“It's an omelet,” Viizhiar responded, expecting her to know what's inside it.

Violierna stared at her dish, which was burned brown and black in areas, and glanced at Viizhiar's, which looked worse off.

“You think I put poison in there, don't you?” Viizhiar asked, grabbing his plate. “You saw me pour that potion onto both our dishes, so why are you so hesitant to eat? Afraid to walk again?” She remained silent. “Very well, I shall prove it to you.” He cut off a portion of his omelet, stuck it in his mouth, and looked as if he were about to regurgitate it multiple times as he chewed. “A little burnt, probably too much pepper, but it's edible, at least.”

“After seeing you try to eat it, I guess mine won't be too bad,” Violierna  said as she cut a bite-size portion of her meal. She gagged as soon as she tasted the black pepper, the bitter spice overwhelming her senses, giving way to a violent coughing fit. Viizhiar handed her his canteen, which she downed quickly, alleviating the cough. Using a sleeve of her robe to dry her eyes, she noticed her eye shadow running and laid back down, staring at the ceiling.

“Back to square one...,” Viizhiar muttered. “There's no telling how long you'll be like this if you don't eat. So, if you want to get back on your feet, you may have to force yourself to eat that... I'm not sure what to call it. If you want, I'll run to the well and get some water.”

After he left the room, Violierna heard Viizhiar talking to a woman.

“How's she doing? Your arrow didn't do too much damage, did it? The last thing we need is a war with her kind.”

“She's doing fine. Seems calm. Acts as if this is the end of the road. I just want to get her back home.”

“Right. You know how I feel about her being here.”

“You know, she does smell like nobility, come to think of it. Expensive perfume. Wonder what the occasion was?”

“For the record, you smell like a swamp rat's backside.”

“I'm curious as to how you know what that smells like... Nevermind, I'm not.”

“You know what I mean! Anyway, just get back to what you were doing.”

A wooden door opened and shut with a click, after which several quiet minutes followed, ending when that same door opened and shut again, heavy foot steps tromping across the wood floor, with two large, stony objects being placed. Water being sloshed into a metal container could be easily distinguished from the clanking of the nearby smithy. Viizhiar entered the room only a moment later with a pitcher filled with water, and two tall copper goblets. He proceeded to pour water from the pitcher into the goblets, and drink.

“So,” he began as Violierna took her plate of what could be considered food. “What brings you up here?”

Violierna set her plate down and nearly emptied her goblet, to which Viizhiar refilled it.

“I guess you've noticed I'm lesser nobility, by my perfume. Well, if you must know, I have been exiled on grounds of refusing to be wed to our prince, but that was a lie. Instead of wanting me exiled, he actually wanted me killed. A good friend of mine sacrificed himself so I could make my escape. No going back. Do you know how it feels to lose someone you've known your whole life, who has taught you everything you know?”

“I've lost good friends, and someone I was rather close to, but the past must stay where it is. No use in carrying it with me everywhere I go, though it still haunts me. Even still, that is a terrible thing to walk away from.”

“I suppose. You can leave, now. I'm not going anywhere.”


Hours dragged by, the sun slowly tracing its line across the sky for what felt like an eternity, before Viizhiar broke the silence by entering with two plates of steaming food.

“I know our food probably isn't as fancy as what you're used to, but my mother made this. She's a much better cook than I am.”

“What is it?” Violierna asked, inquiring about the strange white meat, cut into many pieces, coated with an unfamiliar red plant and dark, shredded leaves. It smelled sweet and hearty.

“Chicken, flavored with tomatoes and basil leaves on white rice. What, do they not have chicken where you're from?” Viizhiar asked, digging into his food.

“Why are you treating me like a welcome guest?” Violierna asked, grabbing her dish, and stirring around the food.

“You know, I'm not entirely sure, myself. Perhaps I...”

“Viizhiar!” A woman exclaimed through the door. “One of the hunters brought back a boar. I want you to help me prep the meat I bought.”

“I'll be there in a minute! Yeah, we'll have to have this conversation another time,” Viizhiar said, standing up and leaving the room.

“Wow, is he boring or what?” Violierna muttered to herself.

“How much did you pay for this!?” Viizhiar shouted, disturbing Violierna's train of thought. Startled at his sudden burst of frustration, she almost dropped the food she had been given.


“You never told me how you got this back here by yourself,” Viizhiar pressed. “We've been cutting away at this meat for hours, now. This alone could feed the town for a week.”

“For the record, yes, the hunters brought back a Greater Dire Boar. And that's precisely why I bought it, so we could eat for a few weeks, and you would still have enough rations for when you're on the road. And you're supposed to trim the fat, not shred the meat.”

“Need some extra help?” A woman asked. Viizhiar, his mother and sister looked over to see Violierna standing in the doorway of the room she was staying.

“Umm, sure... Viizhiar, see if you can find a knife, and an apron. Oh, and you may want to change your clothes.”

“Yes, mother,” he said. After washing his hands in a small bucket, he went over to a wardrobe and pulled out a garment, which Violierna received, and brought into the room she woke up in.

“I'm not really sure what to make of that one, Viizhiar. She's supposed to be an enemy that's utterly incapable of reason- feral, if you will. But I'm starting to wonder about everything we've been told about her kind is simply a ruse...”

“Mother, please don't speak ill of our guest. I know she's... different, but at least give her a chance.”

“Very well. You dark elves may have a strong sense of people, but don't forget that one moment, you two could be sharing drinks by the fire, and the next, she's on top of you with a bloody knife, and you're dead.”

“She doesn't have anyone to turn to. All I ask is that you give her a chance,” Viizhiar growled, his knife carving a canyon into the cutting board.

Violierna entered the main room seconds later, examining what she probably thought were rudimentary garments, before equipping an apron that had been stained brown from blood, and grabbing a knife. Cleanly, she cut a segment of meat from the leg, which was finally starting to show a fair amount of bone. Carefully, cleanly, and quickly, she shewn the fat from the meat, earning a confused look from Viizhiar.

“What? Did you think that just because I was nobility I didn't have hunting skills? Here's a word of advice for future reference: never make assumptions of someone based on the way they look or smell,” Violierna said.

“I think I just gave her the sharp knife...,” Viizhiar sighed.

“Or, you're just terrible at preparing meat for storage, and don't get me started on the table,” his mother retorted.

“Very funny...”

Well, this is a nice change of pace, Violierna thought. If the rest of the family doesn't kill me, I think my stay here will be pretty interesting.


A large drunk stood before Violierna, accompanied by two of his friends, both of which were sober, having fun tossing Violierna around like a rag doll in an alley lit only by a slow-burning, glowing powder, heaped atop fine netting on an iron post.

“Come here, little girl! I've got a treat for ya!” The smallest of the thugs taunted.

“Aww, look!” The drunk cooed. “She's got a royal medallion! How adorable!”

Tripping over his own feet and almost landing on her, his equally large, but muscular, sober buddy yanked the medallion from her neck, causing her to fall forward, be caught by the same man, and get picked up by the collar of her dress.

“Whata ya say we teach this brat a lesson about being a rich kid!” The smallest exclaimed. The one holding her drew back a fist, and was interrupted by the clopping of boots, running rapidly towards them.

“Stop! Leave that little girl alone!” A large, tall elf dressed in a cloak ordered. The burly one dropped Violierna and started grinding his fist into his palm.

“Looks like we've got ourselves a so-called 'hero'!” The smallest growled.

“Picking on the weak will not grant you strength, but fighting with those stronger than yourself will,” the mysterious elf said, causing the thugs to erupt into laughter.

“What we do is none of your business, and if you want to see your family again, I suggest you turn the other way,” the large, sober one ordered.

“So, you're looking for a fight? Three on one, huh? I like those odds,” he said before drawing his longsword and embedding it into the cobblestone alley, before turning to Violierna. “I suggest you get a few yards away, little one. This is about to get ugly.” He turned back to the thugs, who had drawn daggers, and said, “Use your weapons if you want, but it will make no difference! Only cowards use weapons against an unarmed opponent, anyway.”

The smallest charged, only for the stranger to catch his arm, and to drop his dagger. Both larger ones charged at the same time, and their much thinner friend tossed to the side. Side-stepping the charge, the unknown man kneed one of the brutes in the face, and kicked the other with his boot, knocking them both to the ground, unconscious. He approached the small one, who tried to scramble up sacks of grain, and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, forcing him to stand up.

“Don't hurt me, don't hurt me,” he whimpered.

“Just as I suspected, you're a coward, but you're not such a fool that you'd try to fight now,” the man said calmly, despite the chaos just seconds before. Several boots could be heard rapidly approaching, which turned out to be a squad of three soldiers.

“We heard the commotion and came as fast as we could!” One of the soldiers said hurriedly. The stranger dropped the thug, who again backed up against the grain sacks, before plucking his sword from the cobblestone.

“G-General Viirahk!” One of the soldiers stammered, drawing his own weapon and kneeling before him. The other two followed his lead. “It's a great honor to be in your presence!”

“Save the formalities for later, soldiers, and for the moment, just call me Garndt,” he said, turning from calm to disgusted after looking at the thugs he had freshly knocked out. “Put these three in jail for aggravated assault on a minor, along with larceny and attempted murder of a military officer.”

“I-I don't wanna go to jail!” The cowering thug exclaimed, making a run for it. Garndt grabbed his blackjack and hurled it at the thug, striking him in the head and knocking him out cold. “And resisting arrest.”

One of the soldiers quickly marched over to recover the thug's unconscious body, and handed Garndt his blackjack on the way back to his squad.

“We should probably get some help for the fatass and his buddy,” one of the soldiers muttered, before tapping the pommel of his sword against the cobble. It gave off a faint, colorless light.

“You can come out now, little one,” Garndt began, still facing his soldiers. “Your bullies have been dealt with. You've nothing more to fear.”

Violierna slowly peered out from behind a cluster of barrels, shaking.

“Wha- Why? Why were they mauling a child!?” One of the soldiers asked, becoming furious.

“Because they're cowards, thugs. Weak. Worthless,” Garndt answered turning around to leave. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I must see this child gets home safely with no further incursions.”

“Sir?” A soldier began, as Garndt started walking away, with Violierna in tow. “I believe this belonged to her.”

He tossed a small gold piece that was missing its string, with Garndt swiftly snatching it out of the air. Taking a look at it, he noticed an eagle with dragon's wings.

“Well, that's interesting,” he muttered. “Come, let's get you home.”

As she and Garndt walked through the city, any soldiers they passed stood at attention or gave a salute. Eventually, they reached Violierna's home, a small mansion with large, iron gates, which promptly opened as they drew near. Garndt touched a small, metal plate, which produced a barely audible tone from outside. After some seconds, the door became unlocked, and Bouris stood, shocked at who was at the door.

“General, w-why are you here?” He stammered, then looked down at Violierna. “What'd she do?”

“It's not anything she did, but what was being done to her, that I have brought her home,” Garndt replied.

“Please, General, come in and have a seat. I'll prepare a glass of wine.”

“I will tell you about what happened, but a drink of any kind isn't at all necessary.”

After some explanation from Garndt, Bouris buried his hands in his face and quietly wept.

“But I- I don't understand! Why would thugs target Violierna? Our daughter?” Bouris pleaded, begging for an answer.

“I don't know. Perhaps they thought she would be an easy target? Had I not shown up, I loath to imagine what may have become of her.”

“I have an idea, and it may sound rather irresponsible to you, but I want you to look out for our daughter so that she may look out for herself.”

“I'm a soldier, not a bodyguard.”

“You misunderstand, General. I want you to train her in sword arts and sorcery.”

Awaking with a start, Violierna looked around the room to see Viizhiar had left long ago, as the day was well past dawn. Summoning all her strength to keep herself together, she still crumbled under the weight of the guilt she felt for allowing Garndt to sacrifice himself for her, silently bawling into the pillow under her head.
“The door's unlocked,” a large brute of an elf said in response to someone knocking at his door. He wore a black and gold regal uniform decorated with many badges, medals, and ribbons.

“You summoned me, General?” a much smaller elven woman asked. Her thin, black and violet armor clicked and clanked slightly as she entered the office.

“Ah, Violierna. You've been working on your music, yes?” He asked as he quickly wrote in a large tome, his quill scratched the parchment rapidly, almost threatening to tear the pages.

“Of course I have, Garndt. You wouldn't expect me to go to my own wedding without practicing, in the event I was asked to participate in a piece, right?”

The quill was placed in a drain pot, and the tome closed with a heavy thud, a red ribbon holding the page.

“That's actually why I summoned you here. I wanted to discuss your wedding, and your fiancee.”

A brief silence filled the room.

“So,” Violierna began. “What is it you don't like about Romulus?”

“Where to begin... he's arrogant, self-absorbed, careless about the lives of others, and there's more. Over the past year, he has become increasingly secluded. He watches his back and turns each corner with a kind of paranoia I've never seen, even from the most skittish of criminals. Every time he would catch sight of me, he would duck into anything he could find; gutters, back alleys, even the Cathedral. He's got a kind of rabbit in him that makes me wonder if he's hiding something that would give me good enough reason to gut him. My distrust of him would not be enough probable cause. I would face court martial and either execution or exile. You've heard about the disappearances, right?”

“Of course.”

“Seven women disappeared in the night. All about your age. The first one, Saemala, was out for a stroll. The others simply vanished from their homes. Which brings me back to Romulus. Do you know that he never went to your family for their blessing, instead simply telling your father when and where the event was going to take place? When Freila heard the news, she was over-joyed, couldn't wait to tell her friends, Bouris came to me immediately after telling her. You can probably guess how I reacted.”

“I knew Saemala,” Violierna began, trying to shift the subject. “I was told she wondered up to the surface, and was captured by an Azhurian patrol.”

“You were gravely misinformed. I witnessed the event. A figure, cloaked in darkness, grabbed her, and silently whisked her away. I gave chase, but lost whatever grabbed her after only a few seconds. Let me guess, Romulus wants you to avoid talking to me, out of fear that I would ruin your special day?”

“I think you're worrying too much, Garndt. Romulus seems like a perfectly fine gentleman. He's energetic, and kind,” her voice trailed off as her vision wondered to the mounted head of a large, lizard-like beast. Its large fangs shown clearly in it's gaping maw, as some soft flesh revealed them, amidst a sturdy exoskeleton, its horns pointing toward the snout.

“General, what are you doing with my bride-to-be?” A man asked. Violierna turned to see a shadow elf with skin darker than her own, short, swept back black hair, wearing a regal uniform similar to Garndt's.

“We were simply talking, Romulus. I've had a lot on my mind lately and needed to consult a friend.”

“My father gave you your rank, but I have the power to strip you of it.”

“Your threats mean little to me, Romulus. You do not have the power to strip me of my rank until you are on your father's throne. Then what? You gonna punch me? Go crying to daddy? Do note that if you hit me and I retaliate, it will hurt you a lot more.”

“I'll have you know that I can personally control the entire military. Even you, General, are no match for an army. An army you created.”

“I'm not the brute that I may appear as, Romulus. I've been around long enough to know my own tactics, and the tactics of the men I train. I can be my own army, Romulus. I have the means.”

“Will you two stop arguing for once? Garndt, leave Romulus alone. He's doing what he thinks is best.”

“Romulus, you may take your leave, now,” Garndt stated, with Romulus promptly leaving the office, shutting the door behind him as he went. “He's minimally courteous, I'll give him that. Listen to me, Violierna. Arranged marriage with no blessing is not our way.”

“You know, Garndt,” Violierna began. “I think you just need to start minding your own business.”

As she left, Garndt opened the tome once more, grabbing his quill.


“You've been talking to Garndt again, haven't you?” Violierna's mother, Freila, asked.

“Yes, why?” Violierna asked. “I know he doesn't like Romulus, but I think he's being a bit extreme in why I shouldn't wed him.”

“Garndt isn't good for you to be around. Romulus, however, can bring you things you had only dreamed of.”

“And if he's right?”

“Then, I guess it just wasn't meant to be. You are going to wear your armor, in the event of an attack, right? And don't forget to bring your weapons.”

“Mother,” Violierna began. “What exactly is the Old Cathedral?”

“You've only been to the local clergy in the palace, haven't you? Well, the Old Cathedral is a church built centuries ago by the Azhurians that disappeared into the earth, leaving only a massive hole where it stood. Remarkably, its descent seems to have been quite slow, as much of it seems to still be standing. I can't believe it took the humans so long to finish it, only for it to slip from them so quickly.

“I asked what it was, I didn't ask for a history lesson.”

“Violierna,” Freila sighed. “Are you alright? You seem rather moody, as of late.”

“I'm fine, just a bit stressed about what's going on tonight.”

“Your father trusts Garndt, and loves him like he's his brother, but I think Romulus is what's best for you. You wouldn't marry a soldier, or a beggar, would you? I don't think such a person is as deserving of a woman like yourself as Romulus is. When Romulus' father passes on, he will become king, but he can not do so without a bride.”

“I... I have much to think about, mother. If I could just get a few moments to myself...”

“If you insist,” Freila said. She turned to leave the room.

“I just have one thing to ask,” Violierna began, as Freila grasped the door handle. “What happens if I refuse?”

“I don't know,” Freila began. “I've never witnessed a denial.” She left the room and closed the door behind her. Violierna let out a sigh and fell backward onto the bed, her arms sprawled out in frustration and confusion.


A thousand scenarios and conundrums ran rampant through Violierna's mind, becoming tangled and warped as they went, and were only hushed by a pounding at the door.

“Violierna!” Freila shouted. “If we don't leave now, you're going to be late to your own wedding!”

“Coming!” Violierna called back, almost falling over as she shot up.

Nearly tripping over herself twice as she rushed down three flights of spiraling staircase, she reached the carriage her parents were in. It was luxurious, with cushioned seats, a closed top, gold trim, and gemstone anchors.

The ride barely took over an hour, as a stone building with numerous, large, glassless windows with equally massive, arching, A-shaped frames appeared to consume the corner towers. The façade quietly boasted its complex craftsmanship, with a few smaller frames inside the larger ones, vertical lines running its height, and the large, spined pyramids sitting atop the towers, the iron slowly rotting, with large chunks having fallen into the towers, revealing two large, corroded, brass bells. Elaborate flying buttresses reached into the woods from the chevet. Vines could be seen creeping up the façade and buttresses, overtaking the structure after many years of neglect. The sun's light illuminated the Cathedral, and much of the foliage around it.

“Mother, I have to ask,” Violierna began. “How far would you say we are below the surface, right now?”

“If I were to guess? I'd say at least a quarter mile.”

“We're gonna have to proceed on foot, pretty soon. No carriages allowed within a thousand feet of the place,” Violierna's father, Bouris, said. He was a large man, though not nearly to the capacity of Garndt. She couldn't tell if he was upset or just bored. The carriage slowed to a stop.

“I'm sorry, milord, but you will have to continue on foot from this point onward,” the carriage driver said.

“Well, we're just wasting time sitting here. Let's go,” Bouris said.

A path was worn from the edge of the forest. The numerous dead and dying trees gave the place an eerie atmosphere. Proceeding down the trail, rotting sticks and twigs cracked and became pulp underfoot.

Nearing the old church, various cracks became visible in the ancient concrete, with many small vines filling the gaps. It still maintained a very imposing presence, even with its architectural mismanagement.

“Freila, I believe we should enter, now. Violierna, Romulus is not to see you until the procession. I'm afraid you must wait out here until a messenger arrives. When he does, you may proceed.”

Countless, boring minutes passed. Leaning against the church's façade, she idly watched a griffin circle overhead, before quickly disappearing over the edge of the sinkhole's gaping maw. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed an irregular silhouette, which quickly disappeared into the trees. Shuffling and clanking could be heard coming from the cathedral's north side.

“You may proceed when you are ready, ma'am,” the messenger said with a bow.

“I am,” Violierna said, trying to sound confident.

The rusted, iron doors creaked and groaned as they opened without the assistance of an outside force, revealing the long nave with pews on either side filled with many great, wealthy families, ending at the vault, where Garndt and the emperor sat on an elevated platform and the head of the clergy beneath them. The marble and granite reflected much of the sunlight onto the high arcade, illuminating the church's interior from nearly every angle.

Taking a breath to steady herself, she proceeded toward the vault, toward Romulus, toward an irreversible decision. She couldn't help but overhear murmurs and notice slight sneers from the most wealthy families. Sixteen soldiers from the Praetorian Guard stood at attention, eight on either side, increasing in rank and skill, the closer they were to the vault, all more skilled than herself. The first one on her left, the lowest-ranking soldier, a Captain, stifled a cough as she passed. Each stood as a statue, their black and green crow's-head helmets unmoving.

After what felt like hours, Violierna finally stood next to Romulus, the bishop reading off their vows, first to Romulus, who responded with a hearty, prideful, “I do.” The bishop quickly gathered himself from the unexpected burst of haughtiness and perceived self-worship before reading Violierna her vows. She stood silent for several seconds before muttering something under her breath.

“I'm sorry?” The bishop asked, trying to get her to raise her voice.

“I... I don't! I can't!” Violierna exclaimed, before being whipped around by the shoulder and receiving a slap to her face. When she steadied her vision, she saw her father standing before her, seething with rage, but looking as if he were about to cry.

“From the time you leave this building on, you are dead to me! Do you hear me? Dead!” Bouris bellowed, before storming off. Romulus was also angered, but unlike Bouris, he was filled with pure rage.

“Get out of this church, and leave Dissidium,” he hissed.

Violierna bolted for the large, iron doors she entered through, with them opening for her long in advance. The wealthy nobles could be heard laughing at and taunting her.

“Violierna!” Garndt shouted as he lept down from the overhang, landing with a thud on a choir bench, snapping it like a twig.

“General!” One of the Majors called after him, only for his cry to fall on deaf ears.

The great iron doors began closing after Violierna rushed out the building, closing completely by the time Garndt had reached them.

“General, calm yourself!” The Major General exclaimed, trying to restrain him. He was simply thrown off, and the others scattered by a strong gale.

“There's no barrier I haven't been able to breach,” Garndt growled as two large, spectral, clawed hands dug into the solid iron, bending and crumpling it before tearing the doors from their hinges, tossing them aside with unnatural ease. Garndt's subordinates staggered onto their feet in awe of what they were seeing, before Garndt sprinted off after Violierna.

“Guards! Hold there!” Romulus ordered. The officers sheathed their weapons as Romulus approached them. “I have a better idea.”


“Violierna, wait!” Garndt called, causing Violierna to glance behind her, losing her footing on a stone slicked with moss, landing face-first into the dirt. Garndt stood only yards away before hearing her weep. He slowly approached her, and just as he was about to lay a hand on her shoulder, she faced him, a stinging line had formed across his cheek, before feeling a warm fluid run down the side of his face, soak his short beard, and drip off his chin onto his uniform. A throwing knife lay imbedded in the tree behind him. It had been so long since another had made him bleed. Yet he felt no anger or disappointment toward his student, but to himself, unlike Violierna, whom he noticed felt much hatred toward him, through her tears.

“I'm sorry,” Garndt uttered. “I know mere words can't undo what has happened today, but if I am to be executed for suppositions about convincing you to not marry Romulus, then all I ask is that you forgive me of that if you feel the same way they might, even though I may be undeserving. Or, if you do feel I am undeserving of your forgiveness, I will think no less of you. I played a role in your decision, and for that, I regret summoning you to my office. Should you survive the surface, I hope that one day, you will forgive an old fool for his blunder.” He turned his back to her and quickly left her to herself, his heart heavy with guilt and grief.


Garndt repeatedly organized his book shelf alphabetically, and by date, and finally combining both methods, tearing the shelf apart and starting over from scratch whenever he made an error.

“I should sleep,” Garndt began, muttering to himself. “But I'll worry about that once I get this shelf stocked...”

“The door's unlocked,” Garndt said, in response to a rapping on his office door. A wave of his hand, and the books flew onto the shelves in no particular order. Looking over, he noticed Violierna, accompanied by one of the Praetorian Guard.

“She wishes to speak with you one last time before being sent off. Your fate is still being decided.”

“I see. Now, leave us,” Garndt ordered. With a wave of his hand, the door closed with a groan and a click. “What is it you wanted to speak with me about?”

“I,” Violierna hesitated, staring at the granite floor while trying to collect her thoughts. “I just wanted to say I'm sorry for nearly killing you.” Expecting to share a reaction similar to her father's , Violierna was surprised to find Garndt just stand at the other end of the room with a slight smile, which quickly turned into him clutching his forehead and pacing around the room.

“Are you alright, Garndt?” She asked, concerned.

“I'm fine, but I need to think of a way to help you survive on the surface. They don't take kindly to us.” His thinking was interrupted by another knock at the door. “What is it?”

The door opened to reveal Garndt's highest-ranking subordinate, a Lieutenant General.

“If you're here to take her, I could save you the trouble and take her to the surface, myself,” Garndt said, in an attempt to persuade him.

“It's funny you mention it, General, because we're to escort the both of you to the surface. Now, pack what you can carry. We'll be waiting outside.”

“Very well,” Garndt said before stretching his arm out, forcing the door to slam. He turned to his desk, closed the tome with a heavy thud, and searched the drawers for anything of potential use.

“Garndt, I have some questions,” Violierna began.

“Go on.”

“Well, first off, why bring your log book?”

“This book contains confidential information for my eyes only. Mostly, it's logs on anything our patrols may have encountered, and other details. I can't risk it getting into the wrong hands. Should someone find out this office is vacant, this book will be an invaluable tool in finding where a rival soldier lives, or what they can use as leverage against someone to get what they want. There's little I can do about the corruption in the military, other than filter out the ones in my branch. I can give the other generals recommendations on how to deal with said soldiers, but they can't do anything until that soldier does something worthy of him suffering court martial.”

“And, what's the trophy head?”

“That is a creature I hope you never encounter. A single bite or scratch can kill you in minutes. That one almost took my life, so I took his head. They have one weakness, however. While their attacks can easily dismember you, it takes them a relatively long time to recover, but watch out for that tail, and keep an eye open for any friends they may have. That's how it almost killed me. It brought a friend.”

He stood silent for several seconds, staring at the head, before saying, “So, got everything you need? Once we leave, there's no going back.”

“I'm ready,” Violierna said quietly.

“I don't need to be your mentor to know something troubles you. Tell me, what's the weight on your shoulders?”

“What if I had accepted Romulus as my husband? Mother says he was the best thing that could ever happen to me, but father seems to agree with you that he's nothing but bad news...”

“I never said I was certain he was bad news. It was simply suspicions based on current events and his behavior, but my gut told me it couldn't have been anyone else. Now, I'm starting to doubt myself. What if I was wrong and I denied you a better life- a grand future? No turning back now, so no use in regrets. Who knows? Maybe your true destiny lies out there? I know I'm probably being too optimistic, but what's the use in worrying? Whatever happens will happen, and there's little we can do to change the course of destiny. It will be difficult- even nigh impossible, but if you manage to gain the trust of a nation, others may follow suit upon hearing of your works. And I know it isn't your nature, but don't do it, anyway. Do not stab anyone in the back, or it could mean the end of you and anyone you become affiliated with. That may very well be my final order to you.”

“Final order? What are you saying?”

“You will find out soon enough. If I'm correct, I'll be seeing you again, elsewhere. Now, if there's nothing more to discuss, let's get going.”


Heavy armor clanked and ground against mail as over a dozen highly skilled soldiers escorted Garndt and Violierna to the surface, and out of Dissidium. Faint light from a late dusk could be seen coming from the exit, and the Lieutenant General ordered a halt.

“This is as far as you go. Farewell, General. Don't make this worse for yourself. I don't want this to get messy.”

“You misjudge me, soldier. I'm not one to back down. As for you, Vioierna, run, and never look back. Now, go!”

One swung from behind at Garndt, who spun around and caught his arm, and swung him into the one trying to block Violierna. Garndt drew a longsword in his right hand, and a mail breaker in his left, and engaged his former students. The clash of ebony and screams of the dying were clearly audible as Violierna made her escape, the sounds quickly fading as she ran from them.

Crying as she fled, and nearly tripping over roots, stones and her own feet, she felt a sharp pain in her left arm, yelped, and in the fading light, heard footsteps approaching her as she laid on needles and pine cones.

“Well,” a young, male voice began, sighing. “Crap...”
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1. Sidekick

2. Sniper
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Never knew he had it in him...

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4. The Brain  

5. The one who takes charge
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Even though we may be doomed...

6. Medic
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7. The one who yells vulgarity at the zombies 
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Does this mean it's time to blow shit up?

9. Dies First 

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sacul33 Featured By Owner May 25, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Happy Birthday!
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Keep up the great work!
Neutral-Death Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I'll try.
sacul33 Featured By Owner Edited Nov 25, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hey man did not talk to you for a while! how are things going?

I am currently sick with bronchitis and a fever
Neutral-Death Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Things are going pretty well, I'd say.
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Thats good! :D (Big Grin) 
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Happy Birthday! Patrick (Cake) [V1] 
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deathreborn Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Also -- I think you need the one that does this:
Neutral-Death Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I saw that one in the Steam Workshop. It looks neat, but Hyrule and Tamriel just don't meld together as one would expect.
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I would love to see a Zelda game with the scope of an Elder Scrolls game. I mean, I LOVE the Zelda games, but the stories are always so linear. I would love some huge side quests other than hunting skulltulas and bizarre masks.
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Even still, it's not very lore-friendly to either series.
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How about the mod for Thomas the Tank Engine?
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I've heard of that one, and while it's funny, I find it to be ridiculous.
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Stupidity ever wins
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You aren't exactly winning, you know.
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Hi, and thanks a lot for faving my DD "Own Space". Much appreciated!

Have a nice day!
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