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    Similarly, wouldn't Celia and Elan make a cute couple?
    It would.

    And it frees up Haley for V. :D
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    Quote Originally Posted by Tira-chan View Post
    Except, of course, this IS the crack pairing thread. So there's always another way to get rid of people. In your aforementioned Twilight example, Bella doesn't have to die - she can just hook up with Alice instead.
    I'd like to point out that I've always felt that Alice and Bella had more chemistry than Bella and Edward, and more than Bella and Jerkass!Jacob.
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    How did we start arguing over twilight? Especially when I put something out that is in no way related to it?
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    Don't know, don't want to. Probably something to do with New Moon coming out.

    Thanksgiving is soon, people! Let's celebrate with a bountiful harvest of Crack Parings!

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    I'm finally back! Although I don't post very often in the first place, so I don't think anyone missed me.

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    Vaarsuvius sat cross-legged on the bed, attention fixed on the book that lay open on the covers. The elf was ignoring the sounds of celebrations that could be heard from outside, the laughing, the music, the occasionally firework. Humans amused themselves so frequently with celebrations, what was another new year when you had already seen more than a hundred of them? And of course, no amount of partying could surmount the enjoyment of a good book.

    The patter of light footsteps sounded from the corridor, but elf neglected to look up even when they stopped outside the door. The door opened and then slammed shut. There was a brief pause.

    “You’re back soon. How was your walk, did you see-“ Vaarsuvius looked up. “What is wrong?”

    Leaning against the door with a look of utter horror written across delicate features was an identical elf. It looked just about ready to throw up.

    “That little creep.” The elf finally managed to mutter.

    They were almost identical, at least. The Vaarsuvius sitting on the bed closed the book, putting it aside, and a face that was ever so slightly softer twisted into a concerned frown. “I assume you’re referring to the Halfling?”

    “The little psychopath kissed me!” the elf by the door spat, and as if to leave no doubt of his feelings about the incident, he wiped his mouth furiously with the back of his sleeve.

    The other Vaarsuvius’s face went through an odd series of expressions, and then without warning, she burst out laughing. She hurriedly raised a hand to her mouth, attempting to hide the helpless grin and failing.

    “It’s not funny! Urgh, I can still taste second-hand beer.” He wiped his mouth again, scowling at the elf sitting on the bed.

    “Sorry, it was just the look on your face.” The tone was apologetic, but her purple eyes were still sparkling with mirth. “I believe there is some mouthwash in the bathroom cabinet.” The other Vaarsuvius looked grateful and hurriedly disappeared into the en suit. The sound of gargling was soon heard.

    “So how exactly did this… event occur?” There was an audible smirk behind the words. “I hope you exacted the appropriate retribution.”

    The male Vaarsuvius reappeared, now looking less nauseous and merely annoyed. “Unfortunately it is poor sportsmanship to target an opponent who has inebriated himself to the point of unconsciousness.”

    “I am beginning to gain a clearer understanding of the proceedings.”

    “Be assured I will make every effort to get my own back over the course of the next few days, weeks, months and possibly years.” The elf stepped over to the chest of drawers and rummaged around in the top drawer until he found a small bottle. He uncorked it and took a large swig.

    “Careful now. After all, alcohol is what caused the situation initially.”

    “That and unsavoury human customs.” He grimaced, and replaced the bottle back in the drawer. “This is required to further remove the taste from my mouth.” He turned around and started slightly when he found his doppelganger standing inches away. She was smiling.

    “I see. You are referring to the exchange of a kiss at the start of the New Year? That was several minutes ago, but as they say, better late than never.” Leaning forward, she locked lips with the other elf. The kiss was happily returned and he brought his hands up to rest lightly on her waist, accepting the gesture that was an unspoken apology. After a long moment, they parted.

    “I have to revise my opinion; it’s not unsavoury in the slightest.”

    “But only if I am the one doing the kissing, I should hope.” The elf said, crossing the room and sitting down on the bed, the other elf following suit.

    “You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

    “Let’s just say that I look forward to helping with the imaginative revenge that you are sure to come up with.” She moved closer and wrapped her arms around him, pulling their slender bodies together.


    If someone had told Haley a few weeks ago about amount of loneliness that the inability to communicate could incur, she would have dismissed it as mere hyperbole. But now she had come to realise just how important the need to make yourself understood could be, how much she needed to be able to tell others things. As an absurdly secretive person by both nurture and nature, this realisation came as a harsh surprise.

    It wasn’t Elan’s fault, of course not. She couldn’t expect him to take the initiative, especially since she had never made any real effort to make her feelings known back when she could talk. Did Elan return the feelings, she wondered? Even if he did, it’s was likely that he would never take it on himself to raise the issue. Elan was like that; he was a people person, charismatic and as far away from shy as you could get, but he was also like a child, eager only to please and always happier when he first had approval of his actions. She shook her head sadly. If anything were ever to happen between them, it would surely be up to her to start it.

    These thoughts, of course, did nothing to abate the utter loneliness she was currently feeling. The city-wide party was still at full throttle as she made her way back to the inn, but for her all the heart had gone out of it. Maybe she could go and see V. Her friend had almost certainly taken a similar attitude and would be sitting somewhere quiet with a book. Maybe they could even go and find a quiet bar and get roaring drunk, assuming Haley could sufficiently communicate that with hand gestures.

    The rogue made her way along the corridor to the elf’s room, and knocked on the door. After a full minute’s wait Haley let out a silent sigh. The elf wasn’t there. It seemed that everyone was enjoying the evening more than she was.

    She was about to leave when a barely audible snatch of words reached her ears. “...leave if we ignore them...” Haley frowned in confusion, and briefly wondered if she had the wrong room. No, it was right at the end of the corridor, there was no mistaking it. Out of roguish habit, Haley tried the door handle, and almost jumped in surprise when it turned easily. Well this raised an important question; was her respect for the privacy of others stronger than her curiosity?

    Haley smirked and pushed open the door.

    There was a long moment between the door opening and the elves – who were enthusiastically making out – noticing the human standing there gawping. For Haley, it was an extremely awkward moment, not only because of the obvious embarrassment of the situation, but also because she knew without a doubt that the image of the two elves playing tongue hockey would be running across her mind for a very long time. Oh boy. Maybe if she closed the door quietly enough...

    “Miss Starshine!” Upon noticing her, the two elves tried to move apart from each other, which was easier said than done since they both had their hands tangled up in each other’s robes. An identical blush started to spread across their faces.

    There was another awkward moment, and then the two of them tried to speak at the same time.

    “I -“

    “-that is to say, we-“

    “-can explain!” They were sitting apart now, not meeting each other’s eyes, and the blush was threatening to turn their faces as red as their robes.

    “It may take some time though.”

    The Vaarsuviuses (Vaarsuvii?) both patted the space between them in a movement that was creepily synchronised. “Please, sit down and we can talk.”

    “Qkfq’v hfvn rjs njo qj vfn.”

    “Ah yes, your speech impediment.”

    Haley pointed to each of the elves, raised two fingers, pointed to her eyes, and then raised a single finger. When she was met by blank stares, she repeated the gestures. The Vaarsuvius on the right still looked confused, but left Vaarsuvius seemed grasp what she meant.

    “Yes, there are two of us, and our appearances are similar.”

    Haley raised a questioning eyebrow, and then wiggled her fingers in a poor imitation of spell casting.

    “No. There is no magic involved in there being two of us. We...”

    “We are twins.”

    “Fraternal twins, however. Our seemingly identical appearance is partly just family resemblance-“

    “-and partly due to the impaired ability to distinguish between individuals of other species.”

    “Indeed. We are not even of the same gender.” A conspiratorial grin spread between the two elves.

    Haley’s eyes narrowed as a suspicion started to form in her mind, but she couldn’t think of a way to express it through hand signs. The elves mistook the expression for anger, and sobered up immediately.

    “Haley, we are sorry for pulling such a deception all this time. As your friend, we should have told you.”

    “If you are angry, you have every right to be. Will you at least stay and hear our side of the story?”

    The elf indicated for Haley to come and sit down. Hesitant but intrigued, Haley walked into the room, shutting the door behind her. She sat down awkwardly on the bed between the two elves.

    “We have been doing this for far longer than we have travelled with the Sir Greenhilt’s party.”

    “As far back as we can recall we’ve been mistaken for one another, and after a while we stopped trying to enforce the distinction. Partly, it was simply easier to keep up the image of us being a single person.”

    “Although a lot of was enjoyment at the deception. Especially keeping everyone guessing as to our gender. Our double act even fooled the Halfling’s keen nose.” Haley’s mouth switched into a smile at that.

    “Again, you have our apologies. By the time we met you, it had become second nature to us. Not that there have not been some near misses. Invisibility Spells are not foolproof.”

    “And there was always the temptation to step in when the other seemed to be in danger.”

    “Like when you were polymorphed into a lizard. I had to pick up your robe and hand it back to you later.”

    “Yes thank you very much for reminding me of that incident. I recall you didn’t look so happy about being chained up and gagged by that Paladin.”

    “You hated that vile woman as much as I did.”

    “Oh, so it was not being chained up that you minded?”

    Haley gave a snort of laughter, which unfortunately distracted the elves from their banter as they remembered the rogue was there.

    A sigh. “We hope you’re willing to remain our friend. Truely, we never intended you and harm by it.”

    “Is there anything we can do to make it up to you?”

    Haley glanced between the two siblings, and a smile slowly spread across her face. She pointed at herself, and then pointed at each of them. Then pointed back at herself. Elan would have to wait, until she could talk, until she had built her confidence up that she could cope with the pain if her hopes were brought crashing down. A friend (or two), on the other hand, was different.

    “I’m afraid I don’t understa-“ It was Left Vaarsuvius who spoke, and Haley took hold of the front of the elf’s robes and brought their lips together firmly. There was a muffled exclamation of surprise, but soon the elf began to kiss back, relaxing into the embrace. Then there was a warm breath at her ear, with the slight hint of some unidentifiable alcohol.

    “We’d be delighted to.” The other Vaarsuvius said breathily in her ear, and Haley felt strong slender fingers begin to tug at her clothes, to stroke across her exposed flesh. She broke away from the kiss momentarily, leaning into the touch and gasping as one of the elves nibbled an ear lobe.

    She needed this. The closeness, the intimacy. To be able to communicate without words and be understood. She was vaguely aware that her armour had been taken off, and that a pair of red robes had joined them. She drunk it all in, and it was intoxicating.

    ---

    Haley awoke to bright sunshine, and the few moments it took for her eyes to adjust were all she needed to remember where she was. The male Vaarsuvius was sprawled out next to her, lost in some past memory and otherwise dead to the world. Haley smiled, before slipping out of the bed. He stirred slightly as her weight moved the mattress, but remained otherwise oblivious as she dressed and left the room.

    Haley was halfway down the corridor when a loud explosion shook the building, seeming to come from the floor below. She sprinted the rest of the way to the stairs, ran down them two at a time, and approached the breakfast hall just in time to hear Durkon’s remark.

    “-coffee wit Roy’s sweat socks was a nice touch.”

    “I pride myself on attention to detail” The elf replied, completely poker faced. She turned around as Haley stopped next to them. “Good morning Miss Starshine. I trust you slept well?” The conspiratorial grin was back, but this time Haley was in on it. The rogue smirked, then raised an eyebrow and pointed towards the Halfling lying in a pool of coffee.

    “Just a little bit of light hearted revenge. Ask ‘me’ about it later.”

    Since the elf was turned away from him, Durkon missed the very meaningful wink.

    That was awesome. I'll admit, I was skeptical of the "Two V's" theory, but now it seems more plausible. At least as far as crack is concerned.

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    Question about celestial mounts... What happens before they are mounts? When do paladins receive their mounts? Is there some special ceremony? How far apart age-wise would you say Miko and Hinjo were?

    Also I just read the first Twilight book and I actually really liked it.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Taekwondodo View Post
    Question about celestial mounts... What happens before they are mounts? When do paladins receive their mounts? Is there some special ceremony? How far apart age-wise would you say Miko and Hinjo were?
    I imagine there being some sort of stable in the celestial realms. When a character gets their first paladin level, they make a request for whatever animal they want their mount to be, which is poofed in front of them 4-6 weeks later.

    As for Miko and Hinjo's ages, the third book lists them as 23 (Hinjo) and 28 (Miko).
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    Thanks for their ages, do you know when they became paladins? Difficult questions I know but I want my story to be true to the stickverse (pedant). So are there no D&D rules to acquiring a mount?

    EDIT: Actually, you know what it doesn't matter. I shall write my fic and then you can tell me what I got wrong! So much easier don't you think?
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    Quote Originally Posted by Taekwondodo View Post
    Thanks for their ages, do you know when they became paladins? Difficult questions I know but I want my story to be true to the stickverse (pedant). So are there no D&D rules to acquiring a mount?
    *Checks D&D rulebook*

    'Kay, says here they actually get them at fifth level. And also:

    "Once per day, as a full-round action, a paladin may magically call his/her mount from the celestial realms in which it resides. The mount immediately appears adjacent to the paladin and remains for up to 2 hours per paladin level; it may be dismissed at any time as a free action. The mount is the same creature each time it is summoned, though the paladin may release a particular mount from service. Each time the mount is called, it appears in full health, regardless of any damage it may have taken previously. The mount also appears wearing or carrying any gear it had when it was last dismissed."

    Wow, that was long. Anyway, apart from being fifth level, it doesn't look like there are any requirements on getting a mount.

    Hope that helps some.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Taekwondodo View Post
    Also I just read the first Twilight book and I actually really liked it.
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    and I actually really liked it.
    As a comedy, right?

    Right? *reached for torch and pitchfork*
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    *Prepares acid breath weapon*

    May i join in on the lynch mob?

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    Quote Originally Posted by Closak View Post
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    We are not a lynch mob.

    We are a society based on the preventation of sub-par published fiction whose views are both expressed and enforced through the excessive aplication of blunt force, prodding with metallic farming implements, or combustion, both targeted and uncontrolled.
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    Stop! Don't blame him for liking something like that. I too liked it.

    *Notices mob directing focus on*

    But only really the ending, which was kind of exciting. Everything else was utterly redundant and gag worthy over love obsession.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Silverraptor View Post
    Stop! Don't blame him for liking something like that. I too liked it.

    *Notices mob directing focus on*

    But only really the ending, which was kind of exciting. Everything else was utterly redundant and gag worthy over love obsession.
    I keep thinking I should actually read it, but I get halfway down the first page and I start feeling nauseous.

    Yet somehow I can still tolerate stuff on Fanfiction.net...
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    Quote Originally Posted by Silverraptor View Post
    Stop! Don't blame him for liking something like that. I too liked it.

    *Notices mob directing focus on*

    But only really the ending, which was kind of exciting. Everything else was utterly redundant and gag worthy over love obsession.
    I liked it until the second half of New Moon, and Breaking Dawn's ending was just disappointing.

    It looked like it was time for an epic battle, and the Mary Sue family talks it out.

    Great.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Zanaril View Post
    I keep thinking I should actually read it, but I get halfway down the first page and I start feeling nauseous.

    Yet somehow I can still tolerate stuff on Fanfiction.net...
    I can imagine that being a result of having to learn about 2+ completely new characters. [speculation on account of having never been there]Fanfiction.net sounds like it's just writers taking their favorite (or maybe least favorite) characters from stories they like, then making up bizarre adventures for them.[/speculation] With original works, you have to spend a few chapters introducing the characters before you can get into the mushy bits. And, seriously, is there anyone who honestly cares about Bella's backstory?
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    Quote Originally Posted by Thor Person Guy View Post
    I can imagine that being a result of having to learn about 2+ completely new characters.
    No, I'm fine with new characters. I do read things other that fanfic you know.

    It's probably just the shock of seeing something which reads like fanfic printed on paper.

    [speculation on account of having never been there]Fanfiction.net sounds like it's just writers taking their favorite (or maybe least favorite) characters from stories they like, then making up bizarre adventures for them.[/speculation]
    Yea, and that's exactly what we're doing on here. Except not everything on FF is shipping; it's just a site to host/archive stories.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Zanaril View Post
    No, I'm fine with new characters. I do read things other that fanfic you know.

    It's probably just the shock of seeing something which reads like fanfic printed on paper.
    Ah.

    Well, maybe she gets her experience from writing fanfics.
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    Also, it would seem that I have Ninja'd you.
    Oh, really?
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    Quote Originally Posted by Zanaril View Post
    Oh, really?
    You know, back with the... *reads the last few posts* Oh.

    It would seem I have misinterpreted the definition of "Ninja'd".

    *facedesk*

    Just, uh... Just forget I said anything.
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    Ah.

    Well, maybe she gets her experience from writing fanfics.
    It... it all makes sense now!

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    I thought I liked roller coasters, but apparently, they should stay external from my body and in the amusement parks.

    Thanks, guys. You really pulled me out of a rather unpleasant episode, but considering how things are going, I'm going to be a little irregular with my emotional state and my updates. Thanksgiving break is coming up, so I should be fine for a while. I'm usually happy during and for a bit after vacations.

    (As for Twilight: I tried reading it about two years ago and got nauseous at the first page. Then I read New Moon and managed to get through half of it. Dear God in heaven.)

    And I got SoD, which has made me feel both better and worse. I have no idea how anything can do that, but it did. I knew what would happen and I was still really feeling for Reddy and Right-Eye at the end there. It also gave me more ideas. This turned out to be a really bad thing for my characters.

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    Tiasal started back to the place she had woken up in, her face splashed gently with cold water and carefully freed of any proof of what she had been doing for the past hour. She was starting to get cold with her lack of shirt or shoes. She didn’t have goose bumps—elves were incapable of them and she seemed to take after her mother—but she had a feeling that she would have had them if she could.

    She pushed open the door to the weird little common room that led to the room with all the children’s beds.

    It wasn’t empty.

    Children, mostly humanoid and all prepubescent, stood straight at the walls, every pair of eyes fixed on her. A weird bundle of brown cloth shifted on the only armchair in the room. It took a moment for Tiasal to realize that it was a person.

    The bundle uncurled, looking more and more like a man. He had dark circles under his gray eyes and his skin was pasty, gray hair falling past his ears. He was human. A cleric clothed in a simple brown shirt and brown pants held up by a black belt.

    “I checked the torture chamber. You did not clean it, Clash.”

    Tiasal shrugged, running a hand through her tangled hair, pulling an errant leaf out of it. She had never had any intention of cleaning this place. And she wasn’t going to do anything for someone who called her ‘Clash.’

    “And you’re late.”

    She crossed her arms and waited patiently for the man to make his point.

    “Take off your pants.”

    The little girl blinked.

    “Take them off.” The man stood up from his armchair, his legs slightly rickety under him, and he slipped off his belt, doubling it over and rapping it against his palm.

    She stared at him blankly, not understanding what was happening. She didn’t want to take the last of her clothes off. Something in her told her not to.

    The man made a small gesture to the children. A blue-haired elf girl and a broad-shouldered dwarf boy both came forward, grabbing her shoulders tightly.

    Tiasal jerked, twisting wildly, but the elf and the dwarf were bigger and stronger than her. Both of them dragged her to the table, forcing her to bend over on it. The elf leaned forward, grabbing an opportunity to speak, lips almost brushing Tiasal’s earlobe.

    “You’re a disgrace to your elven heritage, goblin bastard. Enjoy this—it’s all you deserve.”

    Tiasal jerked a little, catching only a glimpse of the elf girl’s furious orange eyes. There was nothing but hate in them, bubbling and flowing over like molten rock. It wasn’t hatred for what she had done. It was hatred for what she was.

    The green girl’s eyes widened in surprise. For the first time, she had an inkling of why her family had tucked her away from the world.

    She was jolted out of this train of thought when the elf girl pulled down her pants and undergarments, leaving her completely bare. She gave a surprised squeal and tried to squirm away, and then something hit her.

    It was sudden and pain ripped through her right to her bones. She let out a surprised and agonized howl and the thing came back down, right on the raw skin. It hurt even more to have it right there, before the pain from the last lash had ended. She arched, held down by the other children, and stars exploded in her eyes. Another blow came down, but she clenched her teeth against crying out, tusks and canines breaking into her skin and making her bleed.

    Another blow. Another. Another.

    Despite her best efforts, a tear squeezed out of her shut eyes.

    Another. Another.

    She lost count of how many were coming. She could feel herself bleeding. Each time she was hit, more stars burst in her sight, whether or not her eyes were open. She refused to make a sound.

    The lashes receded. The elf girl and dwarf boy let her go.

    Her knees buckled under her, but she grabbed the edge of the table, forcing herself to stay standing, and she glared at all the people she could see. The children stared back, emotionless, and the blue-haired elf girl’s eyes stayed molten, stayed hateful.

    “I hope that a lesson was learned here.” The man slide his belt back, clasping it, and gently stroked Tiasal’s shoulders, sending shivers down her spine. “Do as you’re told and you will be happy. If you don’t, then you won’t.”

    His lips brushed the base of her neck. Something deeply instinctive made her squirm away, staring at him warily. He just smiled tightly at her. “I am Master.” He looked at the children at the walls. “Bring her clothes. Get her dressed. Then it will be time to go to bed. Turtle, I’d like to see you.”

    A human boy stepped out of the crowd and Tiasal was swept away by children. She was suddenly clothed in rough but simple brown shirt and pants. The raw pain stuck to her like burrs, needling her and laughing at the fact that she wanted to cry but, for her pride’s sake, couldn’t.

    Something was choking her when the hatefully blank children threw her to the ground and she had to roll on her belly to keep the cold stone from touching the pain. Her temples pounded with fury. She propped herself up on her fists, nails digging deep into her flesh and her muscles in knots. Anger tasted hot on her tongue, filling up her mouth and heating up her face. Confusion mixed in, coupled with despair.

    Everyone except for the boy who had gone with the cleric settled in their blankets, only girls with swollen bellies getting the bed. No one paid mind to the green girl on the floor.

    She wanted to know what was happening. She wanted to know what was real. She wanted to know the damn truth and she wanted to get out!

    Rage and helplessness tightened around her throat and her eyes filmed over with yellow.

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    There was the sound of heartbroken sobbing. Tiasal sat up, strangely devoid of the pain that had kept her from sitting before, and saw that she was in a wood brown hallway. There was an uncomfortable tingling behind her eyes, a feeling of cold running through her veins, but she didn’t understand why. She tentatively stood up, walking towards the sound of crying.

    “Mom, you haven’t been keeping track of this?”

    The crying person wailed from behind the wall. “I stopped watching when I saw one of my sons kill the other!”

    Tiasal’s ears perked and she slowly crept to the end of the corridor, pushing the door open only a crack and peeking inside.

    Goblins. A lot of them. A woman with white hair piled on her head was sitting at a round kitchen table, her face in her hands and her shoulders hitching gently. There was another goblin—perhaps nineteen and with brown hair—sitting across from her, frowning in concern and stroking an ax in his lap agitatedly, obviously wanting to do something, though Tiasal wasn’t sure what. Another older goblin man sat next to the crying goblin woman, one hand on her shoulder. A little goblin girl with earlobe-length brown hair sat in the corner, playing with dolls.

    Uncle was pacing the room.

    Tiasal knew who these goblins were. She had no idea how she had gotten there, but she knew who they were.

    “That was a long time ago, Mom. I’ve moved past it, so you should too. Big brother has been dead and soul bound for fifteen years! You haven’t checked on the plane of the living once in all that time?”

    Uncle kept pacing around the room, obviously itching to go out, and the goblin woman with white hair looked up from her hands. “Oh, he will find his way out of that gemstone. Eternity is a long time—it’ll eventually be smashed, and he’s such a clever boy.”

    “Wait, you’re not crying about that?” Uncle looked back at the goblin woman, confused. “Then what are you… oh, right.”

    “An elf?! An elf?!

    Tiasal’s air caught in her throat. What was wrong with an elf?

    “You’re a disgrace to your elven heritage, goblin bastard.”

    Uncle threw his hands in the air. “Mom, I know that it wasn’t the best choice, but Vaarsuvius—that’s her name, by the way—has done him good. I mean, sure, it would have been better if she were a goblin, but that’s not the point…”

    “Not the point?!” The white-haired goblin woman sat up sharply, eyes fierce. “Your father and half my family were killed by elves! I would sooner die than have one come into the family!”

    “Mom, I hate to say this…”

    “You know what I mean, young man!”

    “Mom, we don’t have time to dwell on species right now!” Uncle held out his hands, keeping the attention of all the other adult goblins in the room. “Don’t you see?! This is perfect! He loves Vaarsuvius, and Tiasal—”

    “Tiasal?” The woman with the white hair frowned in confusion. “Who’s Tiasal?”

    “…You haven’t gotten up to that part in the TeeVo recording?”

    “Which part?”

    The oldest goblin in the room—the one next to the woman—stiffened slightly, exchanging glances with an equally distressed-looking Uncle.

    “Uh, well, you’ve noticed how I’m sometimes allowed to go to the mortal plane as a ghost, right?”

    “Why are you nervous?” The woman’s hackles were rising. “Have you been keeping something from your mother?”

    “I thought you already knew!” Uncle backed up defensively, obviously submissive before his mother, a flush coming to his cheeks. “I, uh, I didn’t really want to watch anything when big brother and his elf got, um, intimate, but apparently, a protection spell failed and, well, now we have a new member to our family!”

    The brown-haired goblin jerked, almost cutting himself with his ax in surprise, making a slight choking sound. The woman stared in shock. The goblin next to the woman patted her shoulder calmingly, apparently the only other who had a vague understanding of what was going on in the land of the living.

    The little girl in the corner looked up and smiled. “Cool!” She quickly went back to her dolls.

    “Oh come on! Seriously?! I’m the only one who knew this?!”

    The white haired goblin woman burst into tears again. “An elf! An elf!”

    “That’s disgusting!” The goblin with the ax jumped up, reflexively throwing his ax at the wall, embedding it deep in the wood.

    Tiasal remained very, very quiet, her ears still.

    “Mom, eldest brother, calm down! Don’t you see? This is great!”

    “Great?!” The white-haired goblin’s gaze shot up. “My son has sired an illegitimate half-breed with some elven tramp!”

    Tiasal jerked slightly, teeth clenching.

    “He is such a talented young man! He could have had any goblin girl he wanted! That nice girl in the hut next to us, or little Ali’s cousin…”

    Uncle swept his arms around the room. “Guys, don’t you see? I know that it’s gross and that it would have been better if his child was pure goblin—” Tiasal took in a sharp intake of air, eyes already glowing yellow intensifying, “—but he has a kid and a kinda-sorta wife to live for now!”

    He pressed his hands to his chest, smiling. “I was already old and involved with Xykon. We both expected that I would die, but not exactly in the way I did. His daughter and elf aren’t old, and his daughter was dragged into this just by merit of her parentage. She’s innocent.”

    The goblin next to the white-haired woman, silent until now, gestured for the agitated ax-wielding brown-haired goblin to sit down. “I’m not sure where you’re trying to get at, kid. He killed you, his baby brother, so he wouldn’t have to face the fact that it was his fault that all those goblins died. Now he has your death hanging over his head to keep from being worth nothing. Do you think that killing his child and partner is so far-fetched? Wouldn’t it cheapen your death if he didn’t kill them?”

    “No, it wouldn’t. That’s the point.” Uncle held out his hands, one eye sparkling. “You’re looking at it like he has to choose between me and his current family in regards to death—that if he isn’t willing to kill them, then I’m worth less. It’s not like that. The deaths are compounding. He knows that Xykon isn’t above making him kill family, that Vaarsuvius has already been killed once, that he’s already lost me, and that his daughter is now in trouble. His relationship with Vaarsuvius has been changing him for the better, and he’s got a lot of issues over my death, and he knows that he won’t be able to handle too many more lost loved ones. And a daughter! I’m not going to discount the love of brothers, but the love for your kid is something in an entirely different class! This is what we needed to make him give up on the Plan and on Xykon. This kid can save him.”

    Tiasal’s fists clenched.

    “Even if something is wrong and he can’t look past the half-elf thing and love her, he’s still going to feel responsible for her welfare and defy Xykon to get her safe. He’s too Lawful to do otherwise.”

    Hot tears gathered in her eyes.

    “This can work for us.”

    The little girl in the corner looked up, blinking, as though she sensed something happening. Her eyes went to the door, her gaze locking with the burning one of the only living girl in the home.

    “Mommy? Uncle? Brother? Eldest brother?”

    They all glanced down at her.

    “Little sister?”

    The little girl frowned in confusion, the scent of licorice and rosemary suddenly thick in the room. “Didn’t you tell me that it was bad to say mean things about people when they were there?”

    All of the adults frowned in confusion. “Yeah… why?”

    She slowly raised her hand and pointed at the slightly opened door. “Then why are you talking about big brother’s daughter when she’s right there?”

    There was a beat, then the adults, Uncle—no, Right-Eye—especially, all paled several shades. Right-Eye glanced at the door, only just realizing that it was ajar, but at an angle where he could not see anything behind it. He tentatively moved forward, opening it wide.

    Tiasal saw how the adults recoiled at the sight of her. Beneath their shock and fear, she could see the disgust. And with her new clear eyes, she could see the disgust in Right-Eye’s face too. Because she was half-elf. She was hated by her family, both adopted and blood. Hated for being part goblin. Hated for being part elf. Hated for existing. Hated for inconveniencing her parents. Hated for being the cause of her mother’s death. Hated for being the proof of her parents’ relationship.

    Hated for all the things she couldn’t help. All the things that were decided before she was born.

    It all became clear. No one loved her. No one loved her at all. The mother of her father spurned her for being part elf. Her father’s eldest brother was openly disgusted by her. Her father’s uncle wanted her to be killed by the man who sired her. The brother her father murdered saw her as nothing more than a tool for her father’s redemption.

    Her teacher and instructor saw her as a replacement for her mother. Her mother’s old spouse hated her for being the evidence of an affair that everyone agreed should have never happened. Her brothers hated her for being the reason her mother was dead and wasn’t alive to remarry her old spouse and take care of them. The Order hated her for being conceived when she was and effectively causing Vaarsuvius’s death while being the child of a sworn enemy.

    Half the world hated her for being goblin. The other half hated her for being elven.

    Her mother hated her for coming when she did. Her father hated her for her species.

    Hate. Hate. Hate.

    She saw it now. She thought that it was just a guilty handful of thoughts, but no. It was always hate. Hate for existing. She should have never existed and they all hated her for it.

    She was always the hated.

    But now, she was the one who would do the hating.

    “Tiasal, I—”

    “Don’t.”

    Right-Eye was shocked into silence by the sheer venom in the normally silent girl’s voice.

    “Don’t. Treat me like a tool if that is how you see me. Don’t make me think different.”

    Right-Eye desperately started forward. “Tiasal, no, that’s not how it is! You’re not just a tool! I lo—”

    “Don’t, Right-Eye.”

    He flinched, shocked, as though the mere use of that name was a slap to the face. She supposed it was. She had called him ‘Uncle’ up until now, and knowing goblin names, she doubted that his real name was Right-Eye.

    Tiasal glared at the family, yellow glow growing in her hands. “Never. Never again. Don’t appear to me again, Right-Eye.” The glow streaked from her eyes and fingers, voice deceptively calm and soft. “My family has used me. Xykon is the only one who has been honest.” The glow flared, raspy voice dropping to a whisper. “I won’t be fooled again.”

    Then she was gone, her soul returning to her body on the mortal planes.

    Everyone stared at the place she had just been in shock, Right-Eye completely frozen and eyes round with too many emotions to identify. Even the girl in the corner put her dolls down and stared. Silence reigned.

    “…Did we just send little brother’s daughter running to Xykon?”

    No one bothered looking at the brown-haired goblin speaking.

    “I… think we did,” the eldest male goblin murmured beside the white-haired woman.

    The little girl picked up her doll again. “That could have gone better.” She started to run her fingers through the doll’s hair, unaware of the magnitude of what had happened.

    Maybe it was best that way.


    Hopefully, I haven't butchered any characters this time. I'm playing around with perspectives, so just a hint: Tiasal was the narrator for this, and she may not necessarily have everything right.

    I think that my emotional state is affecting my writing.

    I also think that I've just sent Tiasal down someplace dark.

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    And I got SoD, which has made me feel both better and worse. I have no idea how anything can do that, but it did. I knew what would happen and I was still really feeling for Reddy and Right-Eye at the end there. It also gave me more ideas. This turned out to be a really bad thing for my characters.

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    Tiasal started back to the place she had woken up in, her face splashed gently with cold water and carefully freed of any proof of what she had been doing for the past hour. She was starting to get cold with her lack of shirt or shoes. She didn’t have goose bumps—elves were incapable of them and she seemed to take after her mother—but she had a feeling that she would have had them if she could.

    She pushed open the door to the weird little common room that led to the room with all the children’s beds.

    It wasn’t empty.

    Children, mostly humanoid and all prepubescent, stood straight at the walls, every pair of eyes fixed on her. A weird bundle of brown cloth shifted on the only armchair in the room. It took a moment for Tiasal to realize that it was a person.

    The bundle uncurled, looking more and more like a man. He had dark circles under his gray eyes and his skin was pasty, gray hair falling past his ears. He was human. A cleric clothed in a simple brown shirt and brown pants held up by a black belt.

    “I checked the torture chamber. You did not clean it, Clash.”

    Tiasal shrugged, running a hand through her tangled hair, pulling an errant leaf out of it. She had never had any intention of cleaning this place. And she wasn’t going to do anything for someone who called her ‘Clash.’

    “And you’re late.”

    She crossed her arms and waited patiently for the man to make his point.

    “Take off your pants.”

    The little girl blinked.

    “Take them off.” The man stood up from his armchair, his legs slightly rickety under him, and he slipped off his belt, doubling it over and rapping it against his palm.

    She stared at him blankly, not understanding what was happening. She didn’t want to take the last of her clothes off. Something in her told her not to.

    The man made a small gesture to the children. A blue-haired elf girl and a broad-shouldered dwarf boy both came forward, grabbing her shoulders tightly.

    Tiasal jerked, twisting wildly, but the elf and the dwarf were bigger and stronger than her. Both of them dragged her to the table, forcing her to bend over on it. The elf leaned forward, grabbing an opportunity to speak, lips almost brushing Tiasal’s earlobe.

    “You’re a disgrace to your elven heritage, goblin bastard. Enjoy this—it’s all you deserve.”

    Tiasal jerked a little, catching only a glimpse of the elf girl’s furious orange eyes. There was nothing but hate in them, bubbling and flowing over like molten rock. It wasn’t hatred for what she had done. It was hatred for what she was.

    The green girl’s eyes widened in surprise. For the first time, she had an inkling of why her family had tucked her away from the world.

    She was jolted out of this train of thought when the elf girl pulled down her pants and undergarments, leaving her completely bare. She gave a surprised squeal and tried to squirm away, and then something hit her.

    It was sudden and pain ripped through her right to her bones. She let out a surprised and agonized howl and the thing came back down, right on the raw skin. It hurt even more to have it right there, before the pain from the last lash had ended. She arched, held down by the other children, and stars exploded in her eyes. Another blow came down, but she clenched her teeth against crying out, tusks and canines breaking into her skin and making her bleed.

    Another blow. Another. Another.

    Despite her best efforts, a tear squeezed out of her shut eyes.

    Another. Another.

    She lost count of how many were coming. She could feel herself bleeding. Each time she was hit, more stars burst in her sight, whether or not her eyes were open. She refused to make a sound.

    The lashes receded. The elf girl and dwarf boy let her go.

    Her knees buckled under her, but she grabbed the edge of the table, forcing herself to stay standing, and she glared at all the people she could see. The children stared back, emotionless, and the blue-haired elf girl’s eyes stayed molten, stayed hateful.

    “I hope that a lesson was learned here.” The man slide his belt back, clasping it, and gently stroked Tiasal’s shoulders, sending shivers down her spine. “Do as you’re told and you will be happy. If you don’t, then you won’t.”

    His lips brushed the base of her neck. Something deeply instinctive made her squirm away, staring at him warily. He just smiled tightly at her. “I am Master.” He looked at the children at the walls. “Bring her clothes. Get her dressed. Then it will be time to go to bed. Turtle, I’d like to see you.”

    A human boy stepped out of the crowd and Tiasal was swept away by children. She was suddenly clothed in rough but simple brown shirt and pants. The raw pain stuck to her like burrs, needling her and laughing at the fact that she wanted to cry but, for her pride’s sake, couldn’t.

    Something was choking her when the hatefully blank children threw her to the ground and she had to roll on her belly to keep the cold stone from touching the pain. Her temples pounded with fury. She propped herself up on her fists, nails digging deep into her flesh and her muscles in knots. Anger tasted hot on her tongue, filling up her mouth and heating up her face. Confusion mixed in, coupled with despair.

    Everyone except for the boy who had gone with the cleric settled in their blankets, only girls with swollen bellies getting the bed. No one paid mind to the green girl on the floor.

    She wanted to know what was happening. She wanted to know what was real. She wanted to know the damn truth and she wanted to get out!

    Rage and helplessness tightened around her throat and her eyes filmed over with yellow.

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    There was the sound of heartbroken sobbing. Tiasal sat up, strangely devoid of the pain that had kept her from sitting before, and saw that she was in a wood brown hallway. There was an uncomfortable tingling behind her eyes, a feeling of cold running through her veins, but she didn’t understand why. She tentatively stood up, walking towards the sound of crying.

    “Mom, you haven’t been keeping track of this?”

    The crying person wailed from behind the wall. “I stopped watching when I saw one of my sons kill the other!”

    Tiasal’s ears perked and she slowly crept to the end of the corridor, pushing the door open only a crack and peeking inside.

    Goblins. A lot of them. A woman with white hair piled on her head was sitting at a round kitchen table, her face in her hands and her shoulders hitching gently. There was another goblin—perhaps nineteen and with brown hair—sitting across from her, frowning in concern and stroking an ax in his lap agitatedly, obviously wanting to do something, though Tiasal wasn’t sure what. Another older goblin man sat next to the crying goblin woman, one hand on her shoulder. A little goblin girl with earlobe-length brown hair sat in the corner, playing with dolls.

    Uncle was pacing the room.

    Tiasal knew who these goblins were. She had no idea how she had gotten there, but she knew who they were.

    “That was a long time ago, Mom. I’ve moved past it, so you should too. Big brother has been dead and soul bound for fifteen years! You haven’t checked on the plane of the living once in all that time?”

    Uncle kept pacing around the room, obviously itching to go out, and the goblin woman with white hair looked up from her hands. “Oh, he will find his way out of that gemstone. Eternity is a long time—it’ll eventually be smashed, and he’s such a clever boy.”

    “Wait, you’re not crying about that?” Uncle looked back at the goblin woman, confused. “Then what are you… oh, right.”

    “An elf?! An elf?!

    Tiasal’s air caught in her throat. What was wrong with an elf?

    “You’re a disgrace to your elven heritage, goblin bastard.”

    Uncle threw his hands in the air. “Mom, I know that it wasn’t the best choice, but Vaarsuvius—that’s her name, by the way—has done him good. I mean, sure, it would have been better if she were a goblin, but that’s not the point…”

    “Not the point?!” The white-haired goblin woman sat up sharply, eyes fierce. “Your father and half my family were killed by elves! I would sooner die than have one come into the family!”

    “Mom, I hate to say this…”

    “You know what I mean, young man!”

    “Mom, we don’t have time to dwell on species right now!” Uncle held out his hands, keeping the attention of all the other adult goblins in the room. “Don’t you see?! This is perfect! He loves Vaarsuvius, and Tiasal—”

    “Tiasal?” The woman with the white hair frowned in confusion. “Who’s Tiasal?”

    “…You haven’t gotten up to that part in the TeeVo recording?”

    “Which part?”

    The oldest goblin in the room—the one next to the woman—stiffened slightly, exchanging glances with an equally distressed-looking Uncle.

    “Uh, well, you’ve noticed how I’m sometimes allowed to go to the mortal plane as a ghost, right?”

    “Why are you nervous?” The woman’s hackles were rising. “Have you been keeping something from your mother?”

    “I thought you already knew!” Uncle backed up defensively, obviously submissive before his mother, a flush coming to his cheeks. “I, uh, I didn’t really want to watch anything when big brother and his elf got, um, intimate, but apparently, a protection spell failed and, well, now we have a new member to our family!”

    The brown-haired goblin jerked, almost cutting himself with his ax in surprise, making a slight choking sound. The woman stared in shock. The goblin next to the woman patted her shoulder calmingly, apparently the only other who had a vague understanding of what was going on in the land of the living.

    The little girl in the corner looked up and smiled. “Cool!” She quickly went back to her dolls.

    “Oh come on! Seriously?! I’m the only one who knew this?!”

    The white haired goblin woman burst into tears again. “An elf! An elf!”

    “That’s disgusting!” The goblin with the ax jumped up, reflexively throwing his ax at the wall, embedding it deep in the wood.

    Tiasal remained very, very quiet, her ears still.

    “Mom, eldest brother, calm down! Don’t you see? This is great!”

    “Great?!” The white-haired goblin’s gaze shot up. “My son has sired an illegitimate half-breed with some elven tramp!”

    Tiasal jerked slightly, teeth clenching.

    “He is such a talented young man! He could have had any goblin girl he wanted! That nice girl in the hut next to us, or little Ali’s cousin…”

    Uncle swept his arms around the room. “Guys, don’t you see? I know that it’s gross and that it would have been better if his child was pure goblin—” Tiasal took in a sharp intake of air, eyes already glowing yellow intensifying, “—but he has a kid and a kinda-sorta wife to live for now!”

    He pressed his hands to his chest, smiling. “I was already old and involved with Xykon. We both expected that I would die, but not exactly in the way I did. His daughter and elf aren’t old, and his daughter was dragged into this just by merit of her parentage. She’s innocent.”

    The goblin next to the white-haired woman, silent until now, gestured for the agitated ax-wielding brown-haired goblin to sit down. “I’m not sure where you’re trying to get at, kid. He killed you, his baby brother, so he wouldn’t have to face the fact that it was his fault that all those goblins died. Now he has your death hanging over his head to keep from being worth nothing. Do you think that killing his child and partner is so far-fetched? Wouldn’t it cheapen your death if he didn’t kill them?”

    “No, it wouldn’t. That’s the point.” Uncle held out his hands, one eye sparkling. “You’re looking at it like he has to choose between me and his current family in regards to death—that if he isn’t willing to kill them, then I’m worth less. It’s not like that. The deaths are compounding. He knows that Xykon isn’t above making him kill family, that Vaarsuvius has already been killed once, that he’s already lost me, and that his daughter is now in trouble. His relationship with Vaarsuvius has been changing him for the better, and he’s got a lot of issues over my death, and he knows that he won’t be able to handle too many more lost loved ones. And a daughter! I’m not going to discount the love of brothers, but the love for your kid is something in an entirely different class! This is what we needed to make him give up on the Plan and on Xykon. This kid can save him.”

    Tiasal’s fists clenched.

    “Even if something is wrong and he can’t look past the half-elf thing and love her, he’s still going to feel responsible for her welfare and defy Xykon to get her safe. He’s too Lawful to do otherwise.”

    Hot tears gathered in her eyes.

    “This can work for us.”

    The little girl in the corner looked up, blinking, as though she sensed something happening. Her eyes went to the door, her gaze locking with the burning one of the only living girl in the home.

    “Mommy? Uncle? Brother? Eldest brother?”

    They all glanced down at her.

    “Little sister?”

    The little girl frowned in confusion, the scent of licorice and rosemary suddenly thick in the room. “Didn’t you tell me that it was bad to say mean things about people when they were there?”

    All of the adults frowned in confusion. “Yeah… why?”

    She slowly raised her hand and pointed at the slightly opened door. “Then why are you talking about big brother’s daughter when she’s right there?”

    There was a beat, then the adults, Uncle—no, Right-Eye—especially, all paled several shades. Right-Eye glanced at the door, only just realizing that it was ajar, but at an angle where he could not see anything behind it. He tentatively moved forward, opening it wide.

    Tiasal saw how the adults recoiled at the sight of her. Beneath their shock and fear, she could see the disgust. And with her new clear eyes, she could see the disgust in Right-Eye’s face too. Because she was half-elf. She was hated by her family, both adopted and blood. Hated for being part goblin. Hated for being part elf. Hated for existing. Hated for inconveniencing her parents. Hated for being the cause of her mother’s death. Hated for being the proof of her parents’ relationship.

    Hated for all the things she couldn’t help. All the things that were decided before she was born.

    It all became clear. No one loved her. No one loved her at all. The mother of her father spurned her for being part elf. Her father’s eldest brother was openly disgusted by her. Her father’s uncle wanted her to be killed by the man who sired her. The brother her father murdered saw her as nothing more than a tool for her father’s redemption.

    Her teacher and instructor saw her as a replacement for her mother. Her mother’s old spouse hated her for being the evidence of an affair that everyone agreed should have never happened. Her brothers hated her for being the reason her mother was dead and wasn’t alive to remarry her old spouse and take care of them. The Order hated her for being conceived when she was and effectively causing Vaarsuvius’s death while being the child of a sworn enemy.

    Half the world hated her for being goblin. The other half hated her for being elven.

    Her mother hated her for coming when she did. Her father hated her for her species.

    Hate. Hate. Hate.

    She saw it now. She thought that it was just a guilty handful of thoughts, but no. It was always hate. Hate for existing. She should have never existed and they all hated her for it.

    She was always the hated.

    But now, she was the one who would do the hating.

    “Tiasal, I—”

    “Don’t.”

    Right-Eye was shocked into silence by the sheer venom in the normally silent girl’s voice.

    “Don’t. Treat me like a tool if that is how you see me. Don’t make me think different.”

    Right-Eye desperately started forward. “Tiasal, no, that’s not how it is! You’re not just a tool! I lo—”

    “Don’t, Right-Eye.”

    He flinched, shocked, as though the mere use of that name was a slap to the face. She supposed it was. She had called him ‘Uncle’ up until now, and knowing goblin names, she doubted that his real name was Right-Eye.

    Tiasal glared at the family, yellow glow growing in her hands. “Never. Never again. Don’t appear to me again, Right-Eye.” The glow streaked from her eyes and fingers, voice deceptively calm and soft. “My family has used me. Xykon is the only one who has been honest.” The glow flared, raspy voice dropping to a whisper. “I won’t be fooled again.”

    Then she was gone, her soul returning to her body on the mortal planes.

    Everyone stared at the place she had just been in shock, Right-Eye completely frozen and eyes round with too many emotions to identify. Even the girl in the corner put her dolls down and stared. Silence reigned.

    “…Did we just send little brother’s daughter running to Xykon?”

    No one bothered looking at the brown-haired goblin speaking.

    “I… think we did,” the eldest male goblin murmured beside the white-haired woman.

    The little girl picked up her doll again. “That could have gone better.” She started to run her fingers through the doll’s hair, unaware of the magnitude of what had happened.

    Maybe it was best that way.
    Oh sh-!

    I don't think you've butchered Right Eye here, and I couldn't really get a clear enough impression of their mother before It happened to really judge on that part. So I'm calling that a success.

    And I am really hoping Tiasal doesn't become Xykon's apprentice or something. Or worse, get turned over to Tsukiko.
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    Quote Originally Posted by The Dark Fiddler View Post
    It... it all makes sense now!

    Meyers is Tara Gilesbie (My Immortal)!
    God no. My Immortal is well crafted, deep and moving.
    Could Stephanie come up with Snap and Lucien doing it in the hallway and Dobby watching?
    Could the Twilight writer show Dumbledore in a black, Avril Lavegne robe swearing at random students?
    Would Marty McFly randomly appear in Twilight? Of course not.
    Could Twilight use the word black over six hundred times in a bit over fourty chapters?
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    Quote Originally Posted by Water-Smurf View Post
    Hopefully, I haven't butchered any characters this time. I'm playing around with perspectives, so just a hint: Tiasal was the narrator for this, and she may not necessarily have everything right.

    I think that my emotional state is affecting my writing.
    Guh. Just... that was a brilliant chapter, but really bone-chilling. It just goes to show that character development doesn't always have to be good for the characters involved.

    I also think that I've just sent Tiasal down someplace dark.
    Dark, like liquorice. And I love liquorice.
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    God. You're really piling on the angst, aren't you.

    Love it.
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