Silver Crimsonthorn wrote...
I would so read any fic posted here. Just saying.
Well, Nastrandir's are really good. And there is this 'Two World' one, which wasn't exactly finished, was really good, too.
Merille's short one was briillant as well.
Silver Crimsonthorn wrote...
I would so read any fic posted here. Just saying.
tankgirly wrote...
Silver Crimsonthorn wrote...
I would so read any fic posted here. Just saying.
Well, Nastrandir's are really good. And there is this 'Two World' one, which wasn't exactly finished, was really good, too.
Merille's short one was briillant as well.
Silver Crimsonthorn wrote...
Aussi, qui parle francais? Je suis en le quatrieme annee de mes etudies, et je veux ecrire une histoire en francais pour NWN.
Silver Crimsonthorn wrote...
I would so read any fic posted here. Just saying.
Une initiative intéressante, même si ça semble un peu étrange à première vue de vouloir utiliser une langue régionale...Silver Crimsonthorn wrote...
Aussi, qui parle francais? Je suis en le quatrieme annee de mes etudies, et je veux ecrire une histoire en francais pour NWN.
Modifié par jmlzemaggo, 04 février 2011 - 04:42 .
tankgirly wrote...
Je parle très mal le français.
Modifié par jmlzemaggo, 04 février 2011 - 04:43 .
jmlzemaggo wrote...
tankgirly wrote...
Je parle très mal le français.
Pas une seule faute en tout cas... ou presque.
"La modestie n'est que la peur de nos innombrables qualités."
( Actually, that one might sound even better in english. )
Modifié par jmlzemaggo, 05 février 2011 - 08:14 .
Deliciously-Demonic wrote...
@Jml; what are we, a horde of Matron Mothers?
Modifié par tankgirly, 06 février 2011 - 04:53 .
My green eyes met his intense blue ones slowly.
"Valen...do you really think that of yourself?" I asked my fellow tiefling. The crimson-haired weapon master sighed, looking away from me as though ashamed.
"But it is true, my lady." he said finally, his tail's spaded end flicking back and forth like a cat's. "I wish to be a good man, but-"
"Valen, you are a good man." I interuppted quickly. I hesitated, then placed a hand on his shoulder. "Your demon doesn't control you. Your demon isn't you. You own yourself, body and soul. The demon is evil; you, however, are possibly the bravest, stupidest, most pig-headed man I have ever met." he gave me a look as though he was questioning my sanity. I returned it mockingly. "I'm serious, Valen; you could be a-" cue my typical flinch at the very thought of them. "paladin."
"Oh, that will be the day!" Valen scoffed. "A tiefling paladin, friend to drow and demon alike!"
"Oh, I don't know, you'd look good with a bunch of divine holiness surrouning you." then I blushed, realizing what I had just said. "Not that you don't look good now! Not that I think you look good! Not that you aren't!" I buried my head in my hands, not bothering to look at his reaction. "Oh hells."
"...then the boss covered her face with her hands and cursed." I froze, recognizing the sound. "Goat-man's face turned red like his hair-"
"DEEKIN SCALESINGER I AM GOING TO SET YOU ON FIRE RIGHT NOW IF YOU DO NOT. LEAVE." I shrieked, glaring daggers at my friend. Deekin tilted his head skeptically at me, so I began to chant the first few words needed for a fireball. The kobold 'meeped,' and ran away quickly. I sent a shy, embarressed glance at Valen, before running after the bard that was the current bane of my existence.
Deliciously-Demonic wrote...
Hurrhurr, a snippet from my (almost ready!) ficcie:My green eyes met his intense blue ones slowly.
"Valen...do you really think that of yourself?" I asked my fellow tiefling. The crimson-haired weapon master sighed, looking away from me as though ashamed.
"But it is true, my lady." he said finally, his tail's spaded end flicking back and forth like a cat's. "I wish to be a good man, but-"
"Valen, you are a good man." I interuppted quickly. I hesitated, then placed a hand on his shoulder. "Your demon doesn't control you. Your demon isn't you. You own yourself, body and soul. The demon is evil; you, however, are possibly the bravest, stupidest, most pig-headed man I have ever met." he gave me a look as though he was questioning my sanity. I returned it mockingly. "I'm serious, Valen; you could be a-" cue my typical flinch at the very thought of them. "paladin."
"Oh, that will be the day!" Valen scoffed. "A tiefling paladin, friend to drow and demon alike!"
"Oh, I don't know, you'd look good with a bunch of divine holiness surrouning you." then I blushed, realizing what I had just said. "Not that you don't look good now! Not that I think you look good! Not that you aren't!" I buried my head in my hands, not bothering to look at his reaction. "Oh hells."
"...then the boss covered her face with her hands and cursed." I froze, recognizing the sound. "Goat-man's face turned red like his hair-"
"DEEKIN SCALESINGER I AM GOING TO SET YOU ON FIRE RIGHT NOW IF YOU DO NOT. LEAVE." I shrieked, glaring daggers at my friend. Deekin tilted his head skeptically at me, so I began to chant the first few words needed for a fireball. The kobold 'meeped,' and ran away quickly. I sent a shy, embarressed glance at Valen, before running after the bard that was the current bane of my existence.
Modifié par Drima, 06 février 2011 - 10:02 .
Tashash wrote...
Tank and DD, I blame you too - you got me into this.


Modifié par tankgirly, 06 février 2011 - 11:21 .
Wayfare Angel wrote...
Ah, Kendris's mod over at P&T, yes? Hopefully she continues it.