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Of course I won't post my own work...about time you started on eh jezz? I want to see what you can cook up...especially since the Forums seem to be devoidless (sorry Voidy) of anyone but you, me, Zega and some newcomers.

Better go help them out first...

You've got your own thread for that
This probably won't be added to often.. I write down tons of stories in my notepads when im supposed to be sleeping late at night, but I never manage to type them up.
Maybe I will now.. after my exams.

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Right, first let me explain my AG persona.
Here, I am a phoenix.
I'm nearing 208 years old and well.. I should be dying soon.
I have a.. what to call her... a demon?
She's in my head. But she comes to life, literally, in the NES.
Her names Skye. Shes a Gorgon. A medusa with snakes for hair and glowing red eyes. She has a sarcastic personality and has a sick sense of humor, in both senses of the phrase.
I own a baby phoenix. Hes not from me, but I took him. I look after him now. Hes special. Hes not... a normal phoenix.
His name is Xander.
Pictures:



These pictures were draw by Cenere. Arn't they cute?!

And the five other phoenixes that I own...they're giving me one hell of a fun roller-coaster ride here....

More stories? At least after your exams...go study now.

Vury nice. I gotta say, I love the pictures. Especially the first one. Looks just like Skye, in my mind.

Yes sir, Lord Nichodemus. As you wish... *bows*

Thanks sunny!
I'll post a couple of mini stories in about an hour.

Xander is cute.... I would love to see you draw him.

looks good

once u told me skye was a gorgon, thats almost exactly how i pictured her

*takes out oven mitts*

*pets birds*

Dan! I thought you were taking out the mitts to start a'cookin' but you really just don't wanna burn your hands ^^
Ooo I need your Armatar...

Xander is cute.... I would love to see you draw him.

Nice names haha. Can't come up with appropriate names for my characters for nuts. Always stumped on that.

Such an untimely death!

Btw jezz...put the thread's link in your profile. In case you ever need to revive it once you wrote a story.

Nice story. I like the drawings simplicity.

Right.. links.. gotcha.
And don't worry Nich, that Rydanor story was just a quick written one. Nothing special

~New Story~
Well.. its really an old one.
I'll stick my fire story up here

~Saskya the Fire Maiden~

Atop the mountain of cracked rock and sun-bleached grass lives I, Saskya. My fingertips possess a power that I unleash upon the villages before me.
They pulse and sear as they send ash showering down the mountain. This hill is alive and it breathes inside me. Waves of red and gold come streaming down its face and I stand amidst this wonderous sight in awe. The magma blisters flesh and blackens bone but it dares not harm me. I sway back and forth as the flames dance around the doors of village huts. I rejoice as the flames lick at the windows and the faces of villagers huddled inside turn to horror and crumble. The entire ground bubbles and simmers with outrage but I press the fire onwards.
Then once I feel too weary to cause such chaos I call it back. It weaves its way up the mountain and rests by my feet as a contented cat would to an old lady.
I have been doing this for many years and it causes me such a pleasure I had never known before. My companion is fire; I am never alone. It cares for me as it knows what I want and it asks for nothing in return. Those village people do nothing for me except cower in fear. I do not need to spare them anything but the joy of feeling how I feel. When a hut is burning white hot and no amount of water can put it out I feel such euphoria and my spirit lifts.
But what is this?
A figure struggling up the mountain. His hands grab hold of the blistering fround and drag his heaving body up. His feet slip on the hard surface and he wipes his brow. He pulls himself up over a tricky over-hanging rock.
And he trips.
But I am by his side with arms outstretched, lest he should trip again. With my aid he makes it to my dwelling and sits a while on a patch of yellow grass, chest heaving. When he regains speech he croaks for water and I regrettably have none. I shun my fire aside and sit opposite him. He begins to tell me a story. A story of his village. A story of the rumour that has come about and the bet that has been placed.
Legend has it that there is a fire maiden living high atop this mountain who unleashes a hellish fire on anyone who dares trespass. Brave men have been challenged to climb this mountain and seek out the fire maiden to put an end to her and her fiery fiend.
This young man has come forth to stop me but now he is here he does not want to do the deed. I am externally grateful toward him for sparing me however I know in my heart that had he have tried to harm me he would be dead in an instant. He gathers up his gear and begins his trek back down the mountain.
Next morning I have my fire building up inside me and a rage burning so strong I send bursts of flame down the hill toward the next village in sight. This rage burns me up until my eyes are searing and I'm seeing red. The image of the man has been imprinted in my skull and I cannot think for lust. I play with fire until sunset and I let the weather cool.
Then I see a figure struggling up the mountain. I rush to his side and he tells me he just had to see me again. Flames lick at his heels but I bat them away and embrace him. We talk until sunrise then he bids me farewell and treks back down the mountain.
The next few weeks rush by and many villages breathe sighs of relief as each day the man visits me. We talk and dance and he sings me our song until sunrise and then he'll trek back down the mountain. All the while my flames grow angry and I must work extra hard to keep them at bay. After all, they only want to please me. I send them after more unsuspecting villages and more and more people perish. Sons and daughters begin to flee the area in fear of getting burnt to death. I am getting weary from this hard work.
One sunset my man visits me and I wrap him in my arms and we talk for hours. The flames beg me to send them down the mountain but I am too tired to work. I close my eyes and drift off while my man hums our song lightly. I awake to a roaring in my ears. I hear faint laughter mingled with a scream from a voice I recognise. My man is engulfed in flames. They lick at him and sear his skin and his eyes plead with me before they melt away. I cannot stop my flames from hurting my man so I turn away and hum our tune until the screaming stops.
My flames tell me they only want to please me. They know I need to work and feel the pleasure of letting them loose. I call my flames to stop and they finally come to rest at my feet. I turn back and gaze upon the sight of my man on the ground. A tear rolls down my face and I tell him i'm sorry. I run my fingers through his ashes and sparks sift and shimmer. I call them up and the ashes rise to form a hazy outline of my man. I send my fire down the mountain, set my man's soul free and dance with his ashes until sunrise.

That was rather depressing. But all in all, i loved it. I need to be a water god or something.

that was very good keep it up