World of Osmis: Classes
Necromancer: calls forth the ghosts, phantoms, and other nefarious spirits of the realm of the dead to do their bidding. weapon: scythe. staff. focus. master classes:- now to the classes that allows the adventurers to reach their peak potential.
The Experience (Prologue)
The bronze gauntlet; located in the middle of the phantom bog. rumor has it that it has consumed a living werewolf from a clan about decades ago. the group had a hard choice of what to do.
God of Hunger chapter 12-18
He stands, following the movement of the phantom stepping opposite him. larry's every move makes a clapping sound. the phantom flashes the blade, leaping at larry who side steps, bringing up his arm to absorb the shock.
Toys 3: The Toychest
In his minds eye he saw blood flowing out of the removed tip and felt the phantom pain he thought could only be felt if you had already lost your hand. "i was cutting up some vegetables and accidentally cut my finger off.
Hypnovember Day 14 - Metronome
The phantom scent of tea leaves slipped into his nostrils. soft cushioned snugs nestled themselves into the corner of this phantom room. a spiralling staircase pushed down into a dark, quiet space with a little library.
Fear - Revisited
To get all the unhappies out for such a long time :3 as seen in my writer's blog: http://sirenscoast.wordpress.com/2013/06/04/of-happiness-and-fear/ alone, she wanders, a shadow lingers paranoid, she stumbles, immersed in gloom thick is the night, as phantoms
Fathom's Phantoms, Ch 29: Regulation 3
#30 of fathom's phantoms wow.... chapter 29 of fathom's phantoms already?
You are Beautiful to Me
The phantom taste of you haunts me, for one moment, i truly believed, that you and i were joined under a tree, our place of love no one can see, you are beautiful to me.
The Promise 3 - To Her Friend
"better to sink a ship than burn a caravan," the black phantom chuckled, "nowhere to run out at sea."
Murder at the Speed of Life. (Part 3) Broken promises.
That is, until a fire inspector threatens to close down the "phantom cat nightclub."
Fallen Angels, Part one (Prologue)
Irene joined the phantom cat six years ago. blessed with a great voice and a seductive charm, the place has seen little trouble since she set foot on the stage. until tonight, that is.
Poem #4
My hand looks black and burned, down past the wrist, halfway to my elbow, an after image upon my fleshy appendage, so surreal, yet unreal, my hand looks normal, but it stays numb, like it's dead and gone, a phantom sensation running along