Working on fanfiction for Borderlands cos I hit a brick wall with N4N and all that stuff. Have a few good ideas if love to work on but cant atm for various reasons, having a few 'down' months it seems :/


NEW Dark Tide: Intro + Chpt.1Far to the east the rolling fields of the Imperial Heartland give way to the frozen wastes. Here the horizon is littered with sparse, skeletal shrubs and an observer can see for miles. On the horizon lurk the Black Mountains, jagged peaks that mark the edge of the Empire. Dark rumours persist about the Black Mountains; hushed voices whisper that the peaks and slopes are haunted, and that ungodly abominations stalk the dark chasms and ravines.NEW Dark Tide: Intro + Chpt.1
The main feature of the desolate plains is the city of Kovograd. A focal point for all trade and gateway to the heartlands of the Empire, Kovograd is a bastion of civilisation in


The Dark Tide: Part 2Her mind snapped back to attention as she felt something soft brush against her leg. She shook her head to chase the memories away, the past was gone, and her studies were all that mattered now. The something brushed against her leg again, this time accompanied by a soft, gurgling purr. Jasia glanced down at the creature, Patches as she called it, her first successful permanent reanimation. It still resembled the Cat that it had once been; although sections of bone and glistening red flesh poked out from behind the crude stitching that now criss-crossed its greying fur.The Dark Tide: Part 2
Patches nuzzled his head into the folds of her robe and pur


The Dark Tide: Part 1Jasia sat down at the small desk that stood in the corner of her private chambers. It was ancient and badly worn, several past students had carved their names into the black wood and one of the legs was far too short. She had had to wedge a large copy of Doctor Mortimer Blacks Contagions and Rots into the gap to keep the thing straight. The chamber was small but comfortable enough for her. Below the single barred window that was sunk high up into the back wall, sat an ornately carved bed, which looked quite out of place in the dungeon like room. Made from the same black wood as the desk and a narrow woodenThe Dark Tide: Part 1


Necromancy for NovicesMa Ma? The words were forced and thick with bile, swiftly followed by the stench of dead meat and rotting sinew.Necromancy for Novices
Jasia looked at the foul creature with contempt, its mangled form secured to the chipped workbench with thick leather straps. The creature craned its neck, peering though milky eyes at the young girl that stood along side it.
Ma Ma? It asked again, thick ropes of mucus dripping from between the shattered teeth that jutted from the black maw of its mouth. It lifted its arm from the bench to reach out to her, the leather slicing though the soft rotting meat o


Adult-itis - a poemI am suffering from adult-itis. It really is quite mean; Little things don't make me happy; I find I can't daydream.Adult-itis - a poem
I used to write of dragons and spirits, Draw swordsmen of distant lands. My imagination, it is broken, Paralyzed, has become my hand.
Wake now, little dreamer; Come speak with me once more. But if the dreamer wakens, Will the dreaming be no more?
How I crave to be so young again, To have the mind of a child. Would it be so harmful To be inspired once in a while?
People say children are reckless, Uned
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thanks! that cheered me up hehe
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