Dragon Warrior

[center][img]http://img189.imageshack.us/img189/3075/og20066sk.jpg[/img][/center] [font=trebuchet MS][COLOR=DimGray]Yes, ladies and gents, it's back again for its [i]third[/i] season. [b]Otaku Graphica[/b] is a wild graphics competition where a few of the best of the best are pitted together with unusual graphic challenges (see Otaku Graphica 2004 and 2005 for wild examples) and whoever is the "most-lacking" in that round will be eliminated from the competition, but the rest of the group moves on. You will be making crazy things like posters, ads, titles, and occassionally, like last year's Graphica, logos (last year's was Otaku's first gentleman's club). You will receive a fair amount of time to complete the challenges. So if you think you're up for this year's challenge and are ready to take on some stupid ideas, then post here that you're entering. [b]NOTE:[/b] To enter the competition, also in your post have one of your best graphic pieces. I must see your capabilities so I can select the lucky seven that will make it in this year. [b]SIGN UP DEADLINE IS JUNE 6TH (NIGHT) OR JUNE 7TH (MORNING). SOMEWHERE DURING THAT TIME.[/B] Good luck. [/color][/font] [size=1]*Note the crappy title graphic. Just because I'm the host of the competition doesn't mean I have to take my time on my graphics ;^D[/size]

Heh, that would be cool. A critic show. But you gotta remember, people will sometimes hate critics ;) But I'm sure you're the kind of guy who takes everything with a grain of salt. Nevertheless, I'm not even sure we'll have this idea up and running by Tuesday. We're only just starting the planning stages. We still need to decide if we want to form one massive thread or several threads or a website or what for it.

[center][img]http://img372.imageshack.us/img372/8752/dwvswhite2gj.jpg[/img] [size=3]Dragon Warrior vs. White[/size][/center] [size=1]The following is a Graphics Battle with White versus myself. We will both makes the required graphics and when the time comes, anyone can vote. To vote, simply post your likes and dislikes of each participants graphics and then state who gets your vote. If you do not do this, your vote will not be counted. [b]Graphic Requirements:[/b] [list][*][b]Dimensions:[/b] 400 by 600 pixels. [*][b]Theme:[/b] An advertisement poster for an unusual broadway play you most likely won't see ever coming out. [*]The poster must contain some sort of fruit. [*]It has to star "Gavin Brown" and "Stephen Ellerby" [*][b]Due Date:[/b] June 6th, 2006. If both pieces are submitted before June 6th, then people are allowed to vote.[/list] Good luck to White :)[/size] --------------- [b]EDIT:[/b] Since I can't double post, I'm putting my entry here. [img]http://img420.imageshack.us/img420/3036/babyeating5fx.jpg[/img] It's 400x600, has an apple in the baby's mouth (fruit), the starring names at the top, and is in on June 6th exactly :) The weirdest play I could think of. Hah.

Yeah, I have Flash. Great little tool and fun to use :) I'm sure if you wanted to, that could be another form of OtakuTV. I like how it's expanding into all forms of media from flash animations to webcam to podcast. I'd definitely like to see this thing take different paths to accomodate everyone's computer capabilities. I, myself, am not sure where I'd go. I make Flash animations, so I could do stuff there, but I'd also like to do the webcam show. Nevertheless, sounds like we need a website perhaps to put everything on there because these flashes will need a place to be hosted.

[size=1]I'll participate :) [list][*][b]Boo:[/b] This is very excellent. A little plain, but the simplicity gets the point done. I would've liked to see a different font used for "Clockwork," but I do like how the text doesn't fit the graphic and is instead going out of the border slightly. And the arrows are a fun little effect :) [*][b]White:[/b] Well, I know you used the leaf brush in Photoshop, but that sort of bugs me because you use it in so many of your pieces. It's kind of getting plain. Nevertheless, you used it well this time, so you still get points for it. I like the white border that comes first and the black one that covers it. And lastly, the text is arranged quite well. Looks very unique and organized.[/list] And my final decision will have to go with [b]Boo[/b] because it makes my brain think... like a clock.[/size]

Departure was quick and not all too friendly surprisingly. No one went out of their way to say goodbye or even give a slight wave. The King gae his blessings and they were shooed out the door in an instant. Before they knew it, Oz and Sam were standing at the doorway of the castle, side by side next to the Letheren guards, who didn't move anything, but their eyes, which shifted in every direction. "Let's move," Al Na'ir spoke dryly. No one argued to start, not even Rodo, but he was stuffing his face with some fruit as it were. They began approaching the muddy field they had only just previously traversed through and Oz and Sam whined. "Quick your complaining," Al Na'ir snapped. "We're going this way." He took a turn and they were suddenly facing a mountain with a dark cloud hovering over it. Oz and Sam whined louder. Al Na'ir sighed. "I'm going to regret my decision." The journey proved to be rather boring at the start. Nothing really happened. There were a few trees, a squirrel-like creature, and an assortment of rocks and that was about it. Not even Oz and Sam, being archaeologists, were interested in anything around them. It all looked pretty normal to them. Well--besides the squirrel-like creature, of course. The sun was making its way higher into the sky to align with the second sun that Oz just curiously discovered moments before Sam made a vocal note of it. "Aye," Rodo smirked. "Winslou has two suns. It can be good and bad. Most farmers like it if we get our decent 'mount of rainfall weekly." "Does it rain a lot here?" Sam asked. "It varies," Rodo waved his sword. "Usually it's either a small sprinkle or a massive thunderstorm." "Wonderful," Oz murmured. "If it's a large thunderstorm," Rodo went on, "it's usually Nortallys passing through or being nearby." "Nortallys?" Sam questioned. "They're not from here, you fool," Al Na'ir grumbled from the front of the group. "I know that," Rodo snapped. "I was getting there!" He looked back at the curious and confused humans. "Nortallys is the giant Thunder Bird God of Winslou. Him and his brother and sister control the weather." "So they make the rain and sunshine and that stuff?" Oz asked. "No, no," Rodo shook his head and sword, which swung dangerously close to Oz's shins. "They don't [i]actually[/i] control the weather. But they have the ability to change it. Nortallys can bring upon great and powerful thunderstorms being the Thunder Bird God. His brother Gazalor controls is the Water Bird God and controls the rain, hurricanes, and other such weather conditions." "And the third?" Sam pushed. "Impatient humans," Al Na'ir muttered. "The third," continued Rodo, "is the beautiful Enchantrallys the Ice Bird God." "Try saying that five times fast," Oz joked. "Enchantrab... entrabtrall..." "Hey, shut it," Rodo grumbled. Once Oz did, he continued. "It is true that these birds can be dangerous, but alone they're merely a change to the weather. Together, though, means they can make one hell of a catastrophe." "They can summon a super storm?" Sam asked. "Aye," Rodo winked. "When together, they can control the most powerful of all the weather--the winds." "The winds?" Oz arched an eyebrow. "I think lightning is a little more harmful than wind." "Don't be so sure. Wind can virtually control anything. Wind is what carries the storms, moves the hurricanes, guides the rain, and can very easily whisk you off somewhere else or drop you from a thousand feet in the air." "Good point," Oz retreated. "Very," Rodo smiled, knowing that he won something for once. Al Na'ir stopped short and, without looking where he was going, Rodo walked right into his back, his cutlass point poking Al Na'ir right in the rear. "Hey," Al Na'ir growled. "Sorry, mate," Rodo smirked. "Shh," Al Na'ir hushed. "What is it, boy?" Rodo joked. "Did Jimmy fall into a well?" "An enemy approaches, you little sorry excuse for a living organism. Now shut your trap." Al Na'ir grew his sword. "It's coming." "It's coming?" Sam quivered. "Yes," Al Na'ir readied his blade. "And fast."

[size=1]Even better then. I guess we could do it either way, depending on what type of show you want to do and which way is easier for you to do it. Of course, viewers/listeners will have to tune in different ways to watch what shows are their favorites. Does thjis mean you may want to do a show, Retribution? ;)[/size]

Most likely threads will be made with links as I said before. But doesn't Podcasting require an I-Pod to do the show? (And am I really that ignorant to ask that question?) If so, not everyone has an I-Pod. Netmeeting everyone has unless you deleted it. That's why it's more simpler. But we could always expand it probably so both webcam users and I-Pod users could do shows.

My friend and I are working on a band. I write songs all the time, so I think it's only smart to form something. I played one song at my class's Graduation and everyone wanted a copy of it, so I guess I'm good? Names are pending right now, but we're basically set on the name [b]Who Killed Icarus[/b]. Other names were things like [b]Pitch White[/b] or [b]The Orange Mocha Frappachinos[/b] (if we decided we'd be a comedy band after all). We're still practicing, but it'll be fun. I play bass and piano/keyboard as well as vocals.

Sign ups appear to be going slowly (not to say the applications turned in at the moment are of little quality). I will be leaving this sign up open for a little longer. Some time next week it'll be closed no matter what (around Wednesday or Thursday). Thank you all who take the time to read this and/or are participating.

There is such thing as Internet Radio and we were planning on doing that around a year ago or so, but it didn't happen. It's actually more complicated to do that than this idea. But nevertheless, you don't have to be on camera, you know. You could put things in front of the camera and just talk. Possibly a your show's logo could be there or other things. Whatever. The possibilities are large.

[size=1]I'm assuming we will play one of the Gods listed above then (and possibly one of the monsters?). Having said that, does it have to be one of the Gods above? I'm kind of partial to the Greek God of Death Thanatos. He's the one who escorts spirits after they die (him being the one who deals out the death) to the Underworld. He's not really good or evil. He's just doing his job. He's the Greek's version of the Grim Reaper. In some legends it says that he owned the Underworld until Hades came and stole it away from him. Now he only lives to work for Hades. Of course, there are mixed legends on Thanatos. He's a very mysterious God. He's also been refered to as Tartarus, in which case, Hades destroys him and the places where the wicked are punished for their evil are named after Tartarus.[/size]

The idea came when discussing webcams with James on AIM. An idea was somehow formed that The Otaku could have scheduled shows on the web (using webcams) done by various Otaku members. Using something like NetMeeting, as James suggested, a member would broadcast a show for all to see using his/her webcam and microphone. The show can basically be anything. An Otaku News Program, a comedy show, a talk show, whatever. Any member can do it as long as they have the right equipment. The thing about NetMeeting is, to view the show, you need to have it, but we believe that every Windows user already has it installed when you get Windows. A thread would most likely be formed with all the information needed such as show times and links to the shows. The thread would also be open to members to discuss, suggest stuff, and give feedback on the shows they watch. So like the title of this thread suggests, it'll be like we have an OtakuBoards TV. Now I know it's inconvenient for those who are in different time zones. You may miss watching someone's show, but unless that person tapes their show and does a rerun, it's a sad misfortune. This idea is completely open to discussion and suggestions. It's an early idea, but I believe it could work out pretty nicely if we get some good talents goin' in on it. Comments...

Sleep proved to be exceptionally difficult for Oz. He shared a room with Rodo and Al Na'ir. The small weasel snored unnervingly. It was bad enough Al Na'ir didn't sleep (or at least, not that Oz knew of). He'd just stare out the window, seeming to always be on guard. Oz pulled the covers over his head and tried to drift off into unconscious thought away from this nightmare of reality. Sam wasn't fairing any better. She had no one in her room and felt very alone and scared. But most of the fear was blocked off by confusion and thoughts of the days' events. Besides wondering how they'd get home, she was curious if people were wondering where they were back home. Then again, no one would've known they were gone. They were in the middle of a desert in Egypt. Her troubling thoughts finally put her to rest and both Oz and Sam were fast asleep before the night went on too long. The morning was no better. They were given rude awakenings and were forced out of bed quite early--too early for their liking. Oz was practically carried out of his room by Al Na'ir and Rodo. Sam was rushed out by a human maid. The food was good still. The only real part they could easily enjoy. This time, they didn't even sit with Al Na'ir and Rodo. Rodo was busy talking to some maidens while Oz and Sam were not quite sure where Al Na'ir got off to. [img]http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/9059/letheren2iu.jpg[/img] Soldiers were hurrying through the castle with equipment, obviously preparing the two humans and two monsters for their journey. Oz and Sam watched as the swords and shields passed. They suddenly lost their appetite. Well, Oz for only a second. Then he was back to eating everything in sight. After their meal, the king had new outfits sent to Oz and Sam's rooms for them to suit up in. Their regular clothes attracted too much unusual attention and was obviously not fit for combat. Oz insisted on some sort of cloth for his head to replace his bandana, though. The clothes were of the unusual material that the sage was wearing and Sam and Oz both realized this. Nevertheless, it was very comfortable and fit rather well. [img]http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/9929/oz27cq.jpg[/img] A few guards popped into Oz and Sam's rooms to inform them it was time to go. Oz said he'd be there in a moment, but ended up taking a walk down the hallway. He arrived at a large fountain in the main yard and stared into the lean lucid waters. He took a glove off his hand and ran his fingers through the water. It felt cool and refreshing. It also made him think and right then, he had the bad feeling in his gut that he was still not dreaming and this was all a horrible reality.

[size=1]It sounds like it's got a good premisis, but I don't think the humans should be fifteen. Even eighteen would be better than fifteen. You're leaning more towards a kiddy idea if you have them too young (unless that's what you want, then by all means, go for it). I just think you get more of a realistic and thrilling story when the people are older. You don't usually see fifteen year olds killing gods or what-have-you (but then again, you don't see adults do it either ;) Hehe).[/size]

"Name's Rodo, but my family calls me Rodo," said the weasel creature. He wasn't much taller than the monster he shushed only moments ago, but he looked proud and intimidating with the curved sword he held in his right paw. He wrinkled his nose and lifted his bandana off his left eye to get a better look at Oz and Sam. "And you're the summoned heroes." "Honestly, it's a mistake," Oz confessed. "We just want to go home." "Home," the king chuckled. "There's no way home now." Oz and Sam's hearts sank. "Like I said before, the medallions don't have enough magic to send you back." "Then what are they good for?" Oz shouted in a fit of rage. He pulled the medallion off and hurled it to the floor. Seeing this coming, Al Na'ir took a daring dive to the floor and caught the item before it hit the stone. He then quickly stood tall before the human quivering with both hate and fear. "Do not subject these medallions to something useless," the rabbit warrior snarled. "Calm yourself, Al Na'ir," the king cooed. Al Na'ir placed the medallion back in Oz's hand and stood back again. "Don't get too excited, summoned heroes," the king continued. "You won't be alone on your journey. All around Winslou you'll find willing help from humans to monsters alike. There may even be soldiers in this very room who are ready to put up a good fight." "Naturally my sword is by your side," Al Na'ir said, bowing his head. "This guy sure is dramatic," Oz whispered to Sam. "There, you see?" the king smiled. "Already a helping hand." Rodo's eyes gleamed and he stood up, cutlass high in the air. "Of course I'll help too. Can't let longears over here have all the fun." Al Na'ir shot a nasty look Rodo's way, but the weasel dog was too busy showing off swordplay to notice. "So be it," the king said. "In the morning, you shall begin your pilgrimage." Oz and Sam frowned miserably and the room went up in chatter. But it was all interrupted by Oz's stomach again. "Oh my," the king said. "Tomorrow you begin your journey. Tonight we feast."

Al Na'ir looked like he was ready to bite off both their heads, but he calmed himself. After all, he needed to obey their every wish if he wanted them to go to the Kingdom. "Fine, we'll rest. But you better make it quick or-" Al Na'ir peered down and saw Sam and Oz already laying in the grass asleep. "I hate humans." Al Na'ir only gave the two an hour's rest before they pushed on. They trodded through the fields drooping from exhaustion and need of sleep. Al Na'ir continued to look perky and alert. His paw was continuously on his sword's hilt in case of approaching danger. Oz scarfed at it. Like any danger was near that could tangle with them. He saw what Al Na'ir did to those porkchops back there. Nevertheless, he kept a watchful eye too. He wasn't quite sure about this part of Earth just yet--if it even was Earth. Eventually the path turned to mud. They slopped through it, in some areas going up to their knees. Sam complained in her head while Oz made wild remarks about how he's a dude and doesn't need mud baths for beauty. No one else found it very funny, but him. "You can stop complaining," Al Na'ir said finally. "We're here." "It's about time," Oz yawned. "This better not be a run-down shack. I've had enough rude surprises today." He looked over a slight hill and saw a magnificent castle only a few hundred yards away. "Bwah?" "Speechless, I know," Al Na'ir said monotonously as he passed by the awestruck Oz. They continued down the hill, which quickly turned from mud back to grass. Not too long later they approached the gates. Two soldiers in armor stood alert and saluted. "State your business." Al Na'ir pulled Oz and Sam forward by their medallions around their necks and showed them to the guards. They quickly nodded and had the gates to the castle opened. Sam and Oz looked at each, then down at their medallions. But before they could question it, they were dragged inside. The castle was large and a whole town was inside. Oz smiled. "This is insane. This must be one of their renaissance reenactments, Sam." "Yeah," she agreed. "But that still doesn't explain Mr. Longears." "Mr. Longears has long ears for a reason," Al Na'ir grunted. "To hear whiny babies like you two." Sam and Oz gulped and stepped behind the large rabbit for a bit. They followed him through the town of people. None of them seemed interested in the fact that a giant bunny was walking through their streets, but like everything else, Oz and Sam didn't question it. They soon took to a flight of stairs. As they entered the stone part of the castle, they found more creatures lazing around. That's when they realized Al Na'ir wasn't exactly out of place. Sam and Oz were. Through large door after large door, Sam and Oz felt a little anxious to see where they were being led. Sam was hoping the leader. Oz was hoping some food. He was starving! They came to a pair of doors, the biggest they had ever seen in the whole castle. Several guards stood here and requested a reason for entrance. Once more, Al Na'ir used Sam and Oz and their medallions for access. The doors opened and they entered what appeared to be a throne room. At the end was a king seated in a massive chair of gold. He looked up and grimaced. "What brings you here?" "Al Na'ir, Prince of the Lepin Nobles, sire," Al Na'ir bowed. Sam and Oz decided it'd be a good idea to follow suit. "I have brought the summoned heroes." The king went wide-eyed. "You don't say! Where is the proof?" Al Na'ir glared at Sam and Oz and they knew the king wanted the medallions. They lifted the pieces of hard metal from their necks for the lord to see. His eyes glistened like the medallions. "For one hundred years our kingdom has been in shambles because of the monsters from the Great Mountain. One hundred years ago we send out our best sage to find a hero in another world to help rid us of this evil. One hundred years later, he has returned with two." The king looked around as if confused somehow. "But where is the sage?" Al Na'ir looked puzzled as well. Sam took the opportunity to speak. "Your Highness, we believe we know what has become of him." She thought back to the skeleton and nodded. "He perished in our world." Oz gave her a strange look. Was she actually playing along with this rubbish? The king nodded. "Yes, I was afraid this was so. A hundred years is a long time for him to be gone for. Why, my grandfather was in rule when he was sent out to find heroes. Now it's in the days of my ruling that you two return to us." He fixed the glasses on his nose and squinted at Oz and Sam. "You two shall be greatly honored here in Winslou." "Is that where we are?" Oz asked. "Oh? You didn't know?" the king said. "We don't know much of anything, sir," Sam said pathetically. "Mmm... I see." The king rubbed his beard. "Well, I guess I better explain myself then. This is Winslou, a great and prosperous world. I am King Leothor, Lord of the Main Continent. Sadly my continent is being overrun by vicious monsters from a great mountain that has mysteriously appeared in the North. All my warriors have perished trying to fight the threat. We're running out of options. My army isn't strong enough to defeat such an evil. A hundred years ago, we had our best sage help us. He forged a medallion that would help him find a new hero to save us. The medallion had enough magic to get him to one world and back, but that's all. So whatever world he arrived in, he needed to make due with the heroes he found. I assume he fell before bringing you back." "We found his remains," Oz said. "Oh dear," the king sank in his chair. "It's a dark time. Now only you two are able to save us, great summoned heroes." Oz and Sam looked at each other and back at the king in horrified shock. They weren't sure about the whole saving-the-world thing.

Things kind of went black from there on. Oz and Sam drifted into some sort of sleep and when they awoke, it was simultaneously and into a field of grass. A cool breeze pushed the hair from their eyes and they both sat up in wonder. "Sam?" Oz said rather quietly. "Yes?" she replied from a short distance away. "Weren't we digging in Egypt just a moment ago?" "I don't know." She looked around queerly and picked at the grass. "I think this is a dream." Oz pinched himself and squinted. "I don't think so, Sam." They both stood up and looked around. "Maybe there's someone nearby." Sam joined in on looking. "I don't see anyone." Suddenly, bursting through the canopy of the forest nearby came a band of hog-like creatures wielding long wooden sticks accompanied with sharp javelins at the tip. [img]http://img485.imageshack.us/img485/9113/pewlork1lg.jpg[/img] They were shouting foul things in some foreign tongue and jabbing their spears at Oz and Sam. Sam clung close to Oz as they began to circle in on the duo. "What are those, Oz?!" "Like I should know?" he squirmed. "You were the one who passed top of your class in zoology." "That animal does [i]not[/i] look like any animal I've ever seen." One of the creatures snorted and coughed up a small skull, which caused Sam to feel queasy. "Okay, maybe some kind of unusual pig." Just before the pigs ganged up and came in for a kill, a sword slashed through three of their torsos and the hogs fell to the ground dead. Sam and Oz looked up and a tall rabbit stood in their vision, horns protruding out its head that reached clear round to its back. It held a long, straight sword that it continued to use to chop the pigs into sausage. Most squeeled and retreated. The rabbit showed some mercy and let them flee. It turned its glare towards Sam and Oz and approached them. Sam got up the courage and asked, "Who are you?" The rabbit stared for a bit longer, held out a clawed paw to help them up, and spoke. "I am Al Na'ir, Prince of the Lepin Nobles." "I'm Sam Gaveston," she spoke, standing up. "Of nothing really." Oz helped himself to his feet and stared at the tall rabbit. "I'm just Oz Ransley." "You could've been killed by those Pewlorks," Al Na'ir said, cutting straight to the point. "Luckily I was passing through on my way to the Kingdom." "The Kingdom?" Sam asked, looking wide-eyed. "Maybe you can show us to the Kingdom, please?" Oz inquired. Al Na'ir was about to say no when he saw two specific medallions in the hands of Sam and Oz. He then quickly changed his attitude. "Of course, I can. I will guard your journey there." Sam and Oz smiled, a little more relieved they may be going somewhere they can find help, even if their guide was an overgrown Easter Bunny gone Satanic. "Is it far?" Sam asked. "Just past this meadow and over that small hill," Al Na'ir explained. "You'll see it soon."

Heh, thanks. Taking into consideration of what you said, I made the borders slightly thicker. [img]http://img192.imageshack.us/img192/3223/workin71zo.jpg[/img]

Well, this poem was the poem I wrote after Writer's Block was cured. (Thanks to Writer's Block!) It's kind of an oxymoron if you think about it. Writer's Block is when you can't think of what to write, but it's exactly what cured itself so I could write again. Oh, wow, confusing! And I see what you mean now, Sandy. Be assured, though, it was not intentional improvised rap ;)

The sun was hot, the air was hot, and the sand was burning hot. Oz and Sam had been working on a dig in Egypt for quite some time now. In their line of work, what seemed like days was only a matter of hours. It took time and precision. But Oz was beginning to grow distressed at not finding anything. "Any luck, Sammy?" he called. She shook her head, then remembering that doesn't exactly make a noise, she replied, "No." It wasn't just Oz who was distressed. It was the both of them. They'd been out on the dig for two weeks and they were to find something amazing within three. And in archaeology, "amazing" can be classified as a T-Rex or signs that cavemen did exist. Sam stood up and dusted herself off. "I'm going to get a drink from the trailer." "You do that," Oz said, not even turning away from what he was dusting off with his tiny brush. "You want anything?" "Nah. I'm fine. Thanks." Sam stared down at Oz's work for a moment, then made her way to the trailer. Inside, she found glorious air conditioning and thirst-quenching beverages in the refrigerator. She plopped down on the couch and let the sweat drip down her face as the fan blew cool breezes her way. The sound of a pop can echoed the trailer's insides and she took a sip into paradise. As for Oz, he remained in his small hole in the sand, sweating away most of his body. But he felt he was onto something. He continued to dig and dust until he came across some sort of bone. He made a queer face at it, then continued to dust around it. When Sam came back out after relaxing for a while, she saw Oz had uncovered the upper half of a human skeleton, fully clothed. "Oz!" she shouted. "What is that?" "I'm not sure," he said excitedly. "But his clothes are like nothing I've ever seen. The design patterns and material are unreal." He rubbed the cloth with his ungloved hand and questioned how it felt. "It's not cotton or wool or anything. It's like some new kind of material." "Think they could've had some sort of other way to make clothes?" By this time, Sam was in the hole next to the skeleton too. "It's possible." Oz continued to dust around the arms. "Egyptian?" "Maybe. But I doubt it." Sam peered at a chain around the next and with careful precision, lifted some sort of medallion from inside the shirt. "What's this?" "Looks like gold. Some kind of family heirloom, perhaps? A treasure of some sort?" "Keep dusting. There might be more." Sure enough, there was. After close to a half an hour, they had uncovered the full arm and in the hand, another medallion. Sam held the one from around the neck as Oz carefully picked the other out of the skeleton's hand. "There's inscriptions, but I can't make them out," Oz squinted. "They're too dirty." "I don't think they're a familiar language anyways." Sam and Oz sat and pondered, not knowing what to make of their find.

Thank ye kindly, James. Like you told me, I'll keep producing them as long as I enjoy doing so :) [img]http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/7933/workin69hs.jpg[/img]

[center][img]http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/5749/winslou0kc.jpg[/img] [img]http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/7461/story9dm.jpg[/img][/center] Welcome, travelers. This is the tale of two young individuals who stumbled upon a world of great magic and uncharted mystery. Naturally I speak of the world of Winslou. Winslou always prospered under the rule of the human king it seemed while other species lived peacefully under his watchful eye. Unfortunate for Winslou, though, darkness came. Monsters began to appear from the top of a great mountain in the North. They began terrorizing and no one knew why, not even fellow monsters who made refuge within the forests and towns. In our world, two young archaeologists Oz and Sam come across something in one of their digs that hurl them through a wormhole to Winslou. There, they find themselves trapped in the medieval world until they save Winslou from the dark menace. But they will not fight alone. By befriending monsters on their journeys, they will become great warriors and heroes of Winslou and finally stem the evil tide that wakes in the North. [center][img]http://img478.imageshack.us/img478/1957/characters6ae.jpg[/img][/center] This RPG is a two-person roleplay. It's for Ozymandius Jones and myself only. Feel free to read anyways. The following are our profiles. [u]Human[/u] [b]Name:[/b] Oz Ransley [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Age:[/b] Twenty-Six [b]Appearance:[/b] [img]http://img56.imageshack.us/img56/311/oz1nn.jpg[/img] [b]Personality:[/b] Oz likes to make jokes, but also be in charge. He can smile, but at the same time be dead serious. He can cook up a plan or two, but mainly will let Sam do what needs to be done. [b]Some Facts:[/b] He's really into his archaeology. Who in his field wouldn't be? Him and Sam met in college and have worked together ever since. They're the top of their class. As for Oz himself, he takes great pride in anything he finds. [u]Monster Friend[/u] [b]Name:[/b] Rodo [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Species:[/b] Shivargee [b]Appearance:[/b] [img]http://img56.imageshack.us/img56/424/shivargee5ha.jpg[/img] [b]Some Facts:[/b] Rodo can be a competitive, mean little guy. He will fight for all he has. He may be small, but he isn't afraid to give it his all. Rodo himself left his crew of lame thief brothers to join the ranks of the King. An unusual choice for a Shivargee to give up the life of crime. [b]Skills:[/b] [i]Agility-[/i] Shivargees are known to be agile. He'll flip you around before you can say "Winslou" and that's a fact! [i]Martial Arts-[/i] He knows a few kicks here and there. Nothing too fancy, though. [i]Fireball (Spell)-[/i] A pretty simple and common spell among Winslou monsters. He can form a small ball of fire in his paw and throw it. If he trains hard enough, it may advance. [b]Weapons:[/b] [i]Cutlass-[/i] Mainly his only weapon. He's pretty good at swingin' the bad boy, though. [center]CLICK BELOW FOR UNDERGROUND THREAD [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=53651][img]http://img117.imageshack.us/img117/7691/infobank0yt.jpg[/img][/URL][/center]

[center][img]http://img104.imageshack.us/img104/5749/winslou0kc.jpg[/img] [img]http://img117.imageshack.us/img117/7691/infobank0yt.jpg[/img] Welcome to [b]Winds of Winslou Information Bank.[/b] Here you may see facts on weapons, spells, and a complete bestiary (as monsters are found in the RPG). There will be other things to enjoy such as character profiles. Take your time and enjoy yourself. [img]http://img102.imageshack.us/img102/7866/weapons6at.jpg[/img][/center] [list][*][b]Cutlass:[/b] A curved sword. Often used by pirates of Winslou. [*][b]Straight Blade:[/b] A sword running along the lines of a katana. Good for quick slices. [*][b]Pewlork Spear:[/b] A simple spear made by Pewlorks. It's some awful craftsmanship. A simple wooden rod with a rock or metal javelin tied to the end. [*][b]Hookliks:[/b] These are usually used for hunting large fish. Elaves have taken a liking to them mainly for this purpose, but they can be used for an assortment of things.[/list] [center][img]http://img117.imageshack.us/img117/858/spells8hn.jpg[/img][/center] [list][*][b]Fireball:[/b] A pretty simple and common spell among Winslou monsters. You can form a small ball of fire and throw it. It can advance to larger fireballs with training. [*][b]Steelfire:[/b] A basic attack among Winslou monsters, one that covers claws, weapons and fangs in an eerie silver fire.[/list] [center][img]http://img117.imageshack.us/img117/5505/monsters4yo.jpg[/img][/center] [list][*][b]Shivargee:[/b] [URL=http://img117.imageshack.us/img117/1554/shivargee6ha.jpg]CLICK FOR PICTURE[/URL] These weasel-like dogs are often pirates in Winslou. Normally traveling in large groups, but rarely on boats, Shivargees will ambush passing travelers and loot them of all their money. Other belongings are usually not what they're after. [*][b]Lepin:[/b] [URL=http://img110.imageshack.us/img110/5576/alnairjpg6ra.jpg]CLICK FOR PICTURE[/URL] Lepin are strong, tall creatures who tend to have a frightening appearance. With soft fur, but rock-hard flesh, they can lift ten times their own weight. Most run along the lines of royal blood. [*][b]Pewlork:[/b] [URL=http://img485.imageshack.us/img485/9113/pewlork1lg.jpg]CLICK FOR PICTURE[/URL] Pewlorks are hog creatures known for liking their territory. They will not resist the urge to hang you on a pike if you trespass on their property. They're dumb and fearless, unless they come face to face with a creature even they know is beyond their league. They'll have no problem hunting humans for breakfast, though. [*][b]Elaf:[/b] [URL=http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/3563/bart7ya.jpg]CLICK FOR PICTURE[/URL] Elaves are fierce and stubborn fighters without a lick of common sense. Standing at around three feet tall, they're generally farmers, hunters or soldiers-for-hire. They don't practice magic, though. They really don't have the patience for it. [*][b]Letheren:[/b] [URL=http://img263.imageshack.us/img263/9059/letheren2iu.jpg]CLICK FOR PICTURE[/URL] No matter what, a Letheren will become a soldier or guard. Their main purpose in life seems to be to serve some leader in war. Letherens are mainly found serving human kings, strangely enough. There has never been a Letheren recorded that did not become a soldier of some kind.[/list]

The following is an old poem I wrote in late 2005 about Writer's Block. We all get it and I had ten minutes to write a poem. Guess what I had... that's correct. Writer's Block. So I wrote about it! And it didn't turn out too shabby. So the following work is my poem I wrote in ten minutes about Writer's Block. Feedback ;) NOTE: May contain funniness :^O [center][SIZE=4][FONT=Trebuchet MS]CURSE THY WRITER'S BLOCK[/size] Now listen, good folk, And heed my call, Of this awful disease, Your writing downfall. I?m ashamed to say, It?s this troubling fling. It?s called Writer?s Block, And it?s a bothersome thing. No more can I write, At least anything good. So I?ve resorted to something, That anyone would. I?m making stuff up, Rather drastically so, In hopes of my brilliance, Will soon start to flow. For you see Writer?s Block Isn?t easy to drop. But once you go crazy, It?s real hard to stop. My eyes are now twitching, I?m dying from stress. My creativeness pool, Is filling up less. I fear for the worst, I can?t write, my friend. This is now surely it. I have reached my dear end. But wait, what?s this? Is my vision obscured? I have written a poem. My Block has been cured![/font][/center]