Quest 1- Touch of the White
Touch of the White: First
A Cold Heart
A chilly wind blew through Agaea's stone abode as she kicked the door open, dragging behind her a large burlap sack bulging at the seams. She sighed as she subsequently kicked the door closed, not willing to let in any more cold air than absolutely necessary. Looking around at her rather humble abode, she let her displeasure at the state of her home and business show openly, as she trudged through with her cargo- her first floor was the center of business, the main door opening into her 'showroom floor'- a simple, medium-sized, square shaped room with little in the way of accoutrements. The sides were adorned with various shelves with different colored flasks, vials, and bags with a sign underneath them, small cards containing the potion types and prices to go along with them. Near the back wall rested her countertop for business, as well as a large posterboard to its left that specified 'Special
Agaea (Rising Crowns)
Type: Crown of Thorns
*Age: Unknown (appears roughly 30)
*Weight: N/A- Slim, however.
*Current Kingdom: Tharsis, Arden
*Place of Birth: Aomori, Orsa Isles, Forest of Lore
Enjoys: Nature, Animals, plans going correctly, insulting humans, insulting elves, messing with Goblins.
Hates: Humans, Elves, other Dryads (especially Roses), plans failing, stupidity, whistling, fire.
Description: Agaea is a moderately tall Dryad, dark-green in coloration. Her facial shape is reminiscent of a shield- fairly flat on top, but rounded to a point going down, although overall it is still a somewhat slim shape. Her 'hair' is moreso dark red, thick, flowery foliage that ruffles down the back of her head, but the petals are cleanly cut off at the shoulders. Her eyes are
The Legendary Whiner, originalThe Legendary Whiner
As far as the weather was concerned, Maoui was convinced that something had it out for her. The day was bright, hot and incredibly moist in the plainsland- as was the norm for where her tribe lived during this season, but the young catgirl -clad in nothing but her natural brown fur and a traditional youngling's multicolored chest and waist cloth- couldn't really help but feel that someone or something was making it specifically so that she had a hard time trying to acquire her dinner.
In this case, dinner consisted of two fish. More specifically, fish that had been caught earlier in the day from a river that wasn't too far away from their village. They had set up the amount of fish caught in a rather big net, next to a just as big bowl that would be used for cooking and cleaning the fish as needed, if needed. There were big fish, little fish, red fish, blue fish, more fish than she could care to count. The very sight of it made her mouth water.
'If only those two w
Acro Storm Vehicle Art Wanted Help Wanted
Currently searching for a few good people to assist in a game project, currently titled Acro Storm.
Acro Storm is a high speed weapons-based hoverbike racer, similar in spirit to games such as WipEout, Extreme G Racing, and F-Zero (although the last has no weapons, it's certainly fast).
Currently, we need futuristic vehicle concept artists capable of designing and making various model sheets for interlocking parts of a hoverbike vehicle (Head, Body, and Wings) designed for customization purposes. There are four stats for bikes (Top Speed, Acceleration, Handling, and Power) and there are planned to be three types of bikes in the game: Sport, Cruiser, and Pocket. In terms of size, each bike can roughly correspond to the real like Sport, Cruiser, and Standard motorcycles, as defined on Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Types_of_motorcycles
Sport Bikes- Sport bikes are the average style of bikes here, being generally good all-around workhorses. Top Speed, Acceler
Neaion vs. Tearbite.Big Game Hunting in the Deep Blue Sea
'If you don't know where the enemy is once they have fled, make them come to you. Taunts, coercion, appearance of weakness- a foe is hard pressed to resist attack if you seem disadvantaged. Feign unwariness, overconfidence, even foolishness. When they show their eager hand, strike and cut it off.'
Raedia, 45th Queen of Planet Jahlia
"...Where is he...come on!" The insectoid alien referred to as Rem was frantically zipping hither-thither across the small area of the rather wide expanse of ocean.
"...He's underwater. Would've figured that you'd have noticed that much," Neaion responded dryly- she was never exactly fond of water, per say, but it was a necessary evil she'd learned to live with. Still, this was more water than she'd appreciate, really.
"He THREATENED me! That can't go unpunished!" Rem cried indignantly.
"Oh, hush for a minute, will you?" Neaion sighed. 'Good help is so hard to find...'
The duo were now