Suddenly, he awoke from what seemed to be a dream, to the pain resulting from his necklace piercing the palm of his hand. After a quick look around, it was aparent that he was living in an illusion, as everything around was destroyed, including the building he was about to fall off of. A step back saves him, as the stones tumble down. "He doesn't even need to be around to save me, it seems", Craig thought to himself, recalling the day it was given to him by his brother. "I'd better go figure out what is going on."
Craig wanders aimlessly at first, through what he believe's must be Groton, for sure, for that was where he remembers being la
She walks in, wearing a black hooded cloak with the symbol of a phoenix in back. As the cloaked figure walks from the door to the bar, she pulls back her hood, revealing her elvish features; golden brown skin, yellow-gold eyes, and golden flowing hair. She sits at the bar, dropping what appears to be a chain, weighted on both ends, to the ground and asks for a drink. As the barkeep pours one for her, a brawl breaks out in the back. She rises, removing her cloak, which reveals what appears to be ornate red dragonscale armor on the back of her arms, going up the back of her hands, and over her shoulders onto her back, which is covered in beauti
Suddenly, he awoke from what seemed to be a dream, to the pain resulting from his necklace piercing the palm of his hand. After a quick look around, it was aparent that he was living in an illusion, as everything around was destroyed, including the building he was about to fall off of. A step back saves him, as the stones tumble down. "He doesn't even need to be around to save me, it seems", Craig thought to himself, recalling the day it was given to him by his brother. "I'd better go figure out what is going on."
Craig wanders aimlessly at first, through what he believe's must be Groton, for sure, for that was where he remembers being la
She walks in, wearing a black hooded cloak with the symbol of a phoenix in back. As the cloaked figure walks from the door to the bar, she pulls back her hood, revealing her elvish features; golden brown skin, yellow-gold eyes, and golden flowing hair. She sits at the bar, dropping what appears to be a chain, weighted on both ends, to the ground and asks for a drink. As the barkeep pours one for her, a brawl breaks out in the back. She rises, removing her cloak, which reveals what appears to be ornate red dragonscale armor on the back of her arms, going up the back of her hands, and over her shoulders onto her back, which is covered in beauti
Current Residence: Groton, CT Favourite genre of music: All of them? Favourite photographer: Some girl noone's ever heard of living in MD. Favourite style of art: Anime, Realistic Graphic Art, Weapons, Anthro Operating System: Windows of course MP3 player of choice: Pandora Radio Favourite cartoon character: Sonic the Hedgehog (esp. Super Sonic)
Favourite Movies
Office Space, Pirates of the Carribean
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Matt Nathanson, Owl City, Jonathan Coultan, Lost Prophets, I ran outta letter
Whenever I start a new Dnd game (and about 20 or so levels later) I always want to get someone to draw a picture of the party in question. Is this an odd thing? And would anyone like to draw a random adventuring party, just starting out? =P