TalesOfTheYogscast

Blackwood: yes lord Derpulies. yes indeed. Derpulies: good. then I pull my forces back and leave your kingdom alone. Derpulies walk up to blackwood. he took out his hand. Derpulies: the stone. please. the old man took out the gem and was about to give it. derpulies. but.. Blackwood: but why would a king such like your self. want a silly little stone. unless. there was more to than meet the eye. the gem started to glow. Derpulies walk away slowly. his men took out their weapons. Blackwood: yes. Yes! I feel the power flow through me. I feel like a god! HA HA HA HA! Derpulies: you stupid, stupid. fool! you don't understand how to control

Chapter 17: Someone Old, Someone New Notch, you damn coward. You led me on. I thought I'd finally gotten through to you, but no. Nothing's changed, has it? You're still the bastard who murdered our sister, and you always will be. Maybe I was the real fool. I should have known negotiating with you would be fruitless. Should have known it from the moment you imprisoned me. What've you told your people regarding me, hmm? Were you, my own brother, the one who has portrayed me as some murderous monster? Yet another lie on your conscience? If you even have one, you traitor. I know you can hear me. And I know you can hear Rana, too. We gods do not

Once they touched back down, Gweniver had moved swiftly on to the next matter of business, tucking away her feelings from the hug to be analyzed later. “Now then, Zach, it is time I taught you how to use the Transmutation tablet.” Zach, who had been showing off his new flying ability to the stunned mooshroom, turned around and flew over to Gweniver. “Can we do it later? I want to go look for another mooshroom to be friends with Duke and Sally!” Gweniver reached up with her hand and plucked the Klein star out from where it was poking out from the flap of Zach’s bag. Instantly, the ring on his finger lost its fain

Lightning crackled around the castle, illuminating the eerie scene within. Where on top off the tower a huge aura node usual stood, it was now empty. Instead the great glass ball had been moved into the centre of the castle, and scaffolding had been placed around all of it. Despite the fact the server had been deserted quite a while ago, there were still two die-hard residents. So maybe it wasn’t deserted. Duncan was snoozing in one of the spare towers, surrounded by complex papers, and charts when Sjin found him. “Oy Dunc, wake up” Sjin calls, as he shakes Duncan awake. “Mmnmnm” Duncan softly mumbles, before

Kim Awoke in a room. it was Robbie room. that he let her use for the night. it wasn't much. it was small and cold. the wall were made of stones. it was a cave after all. she got up and saw her clothes lying on the chair. they had been clean and folded. Kim: I  should say thank you to him. she thought. she got dress and walk out to the hallway. she reach the main room. Robbie was no were to be seen. kim look around.  saw food out on a table. then hear a door close. Robbie: ah! morning. I hope slept well. I know a home in a cave isn't a fancy home. but it my home. Kim: So you been here all on you own? Robbie walk over to the Counter. sank

"My life grows tiring, a bore without death. But I swore I would stop, I swore I wouldn't cause anymore bloodbaths....I guess just ONE more wouldn't hurt." The reaper said to himself, thinking about his previous games. Their had been so many, and he himself hated to do the same thing twice. But then an idea came to him. Turn their homes and factories now into the arena; just shrink it down a bit so the distances are smaller and done. Now, my friends, for my competitors.

     Teep didn’t give me much time to dwell on the facts just presented to me. The second I look away from his unforgiving eyes he starts to search my castle. He enters every room, scans it briefly, then moves on to the next one. I can only assume he is looking for my body, and if he continues he is sure to find it.     My body wasn’t hidden. I hadn’t expected to be in a scenario in witch it would need to be. After the potion left me as it did I, with some assistance from Sanity, manged to drag my body to my castle's infirmary. It was simply laying in one of the beds there.     I have a bit of time before Teep reached th

Born of magic and mystery, An Enders blood combining… This dark experiment foul and fair, Has a purpose worth dying! So cut through the heart, sharp and true, Strike for love, and strike for fear, See the magic, bright and clear, Split the portal apart! And break the dragon’s heart…. Hyup! Ho! Watch your step! Kill the foe! Hyup! Ho! Watch your step! Kill the foe! Beautiful! Powerful! Dangerous! Cold! Magic that can’t be controlled. Stronger than one! Stronger than ten! Stronger than a hundred men! Hyup! Born of magic and mystery, An Enders blood combining… This dark experiment foul and fair, Has a purpose

          Ty groaned and raised a hand to his forehead as pain shot through it. “Hey, take it easy, there.” The voice that spoke was gruff, and sounded old, rather sly.          “Who…” Ty winced as he slowly sat up. He looked up at the balding man in front of him. “Who are you?”          “Name’s John.” The man replied. He held out a hand. “What about you, boy?”          “Ty…” Ty looked around him in confusion as he shook his hand. He was in some sort of clearing, with a makeshift fireplace in the center. “What is this place?”      

Xephos: Aged 5 “Mummy!” The little blue eyed boy shouted, carrying a envelope and a small box, wrapped in flowery wrapping paper. The boy ran up stairs to his parent’s bedroom door, opening it as he jumped on the bed. “Mummy!” The little boy’s father walked in a few seconds later, whilst carrying a tray which had a plate of pancakes, orange juice and a vase of flowers. The father smiled as he watched his son jumping on their bed. “Xeph, sweety. What are you doing?” The mother asked, sitting up, a smile on her face. “Happy mummy’s day!” The boy said, now sitting on his knee

Sips Co. Fairytale Chapter 21.5 © BRL (cosartmic) Wow. Is it really hot in here..? Sips thought as he slowly brought his attention back to reality. He wasn't really sure how he felt about the story he had just read, but from the neck up he was boiling. Throughout the story, Sips had been experiencing uneven heart beats, butterflies, and the unacceptable amount of heat rising from his face. He was embarrassed, almost. Why did the characters have to be named Sips and Sjin, anyways? There are other names in the world! It took awhile before Sips realized that in the other story, the names were Xephos and Honeydew. Xephos, Honeydew, Sips and

Xephos' P.O.V There were so many questions in my head like, why does Rythian look and sound exactly like Lalna? Who was this Livid guy and why did Lalna literally turn white at the mention of the name, we were now sitting in what looked like a living room. Lalna had walked into the room with a regeneration potion in his hand. "Well this should heal him" He said nervously as he looked at the unconscious blonde, he walks over to him and slowly starts to poor the potion into his mouth, moments later the mage was spluttering and spitting some of the potion back at Lalna. "Ugg, you could at least try and improve the flavour of that" Rythian scowl

“And you just found him right outside the castle? Just lying there?” came a familiar anxious voice. “Mhm, he was completely unconscious. Must have been so exhausted he couldn’t even make it through the door,” replied a lower male voice. “Nova is resting in the next room, but I’m sure she’ll want to see him when they are both awake.” Daniel stirred on his bed, his eyes slowly opening to a dark room: his room in the new castle. The door was cracked slightly and light poured in from the hall where the voices drifted from. His body was stiff but he didn’t feel any pain, even his headac

 Ridge walked along the streets of the city, looking relaxed for a man who had narrowly avoided death for the last few days. There was a song stuck in his head, and he had just remembered the name of it: 'Euphemia'. It had been running through his head ever since he killed Sparkles*. He glanced up at the tall buildings and looked back down, the old library in front of him. Ridgedog remembered that there had been more corridors branching off from the hallways he had taken, tempting him to explore and to investigate. Ridge walked into the building, casually strolling amongst the stacks of dust covered books. Ridge scanned through the shelves of

 Honeydew hated it. He ABSOLUTELY HATED it. He hated Ridgedog for launching that stupid missile at Lalna and Xephos, he hated when their thoughts shattered like light-bulbs and their eyes changed their colour while their kind minds crumbled and their brains rotted. But most of all, he hated himself for watching it all happen from a distance without being able to save his friends from that sonofabitch, (yours truly) Ridgedog. Before they changed, before their minds were corrupted by Ridge’s tainted missile, the three close friends were happy, Xephos with Lomadia, Lalna with science, Honeydew with his animals (and Jaffa Cakes), but most o

KP stood up. “We have to stop this too many have gone!” “Why don’t we storm the nether, though I hate the place, it might be the only way to stop Israphel. There is four of us and only one of him” “There is a portal in the desert that can take us close too Israphel’s chamber I saw it when I went to the nether to ....save Xephos....” KP hung his head. “Then lets go!” Lysander held his umbrella close to him as he flew out across the desert.They headed out into the desert searching for the one portal that could help them save the world. ~~~~~~~~TIME SKIP~~~~~~~~~ The ground rumble

 The room the trio entered was massive and even more luxurious than the entrance hall. The high ceiling and stain glass windows gave the room a cathedral-like feeling. Dotted around the golden-bricked walls were large paintings of regal men and women. Guards stood along the velvet carpet that led up to the impressive golden throne, embedded with various jewels and symbols. Slouching over the throne, looking bored and unconcerned, sat a tanned man in a black and grey jumpsuit. His dark hair was long and tied back in a loose ponytail, his eyes were covered with a pair of black glasses, and around his neck was a golden amulet set with a large