Runeweaver's Digest

theaquiredtaste: ca-i-lin: dorkery: scotchtrooper: I’M...

Thu, 08 Mar 2012 14:33:42 -0500

ca-i-lin:

dorkery:

scotchtrooper:

I’M BEING OPPRESSED!!!

#Perfect system of government #who elected you?

Genius.

I wish I had this on a shirt

Story Time

Mon, 30 Jan 2012 11:12:53 -0500

Dark. Damp. Disoriented. Taltos lurched to a sitting position and immediately groaned. He scanned the room, which turned out to be useless, seeing as how the room was void of light. He went to scratch his nose and felt his arms protest and his wrists responded with stiff denial. He managed to feel the rope that bound his wrists. Slowly he drew his breath and scooted to a wall. Man I must have really pissed ‘em off this time. Taltos hit the wall and smiled. Now the hard part. He stood slowly, loathing what he would have to do next. He slowly walked, tracing the room. He found a corner and started counting his steps. His eyes started adjusting and slowly he began to make out the nooks of the room and breathed. He heard voices outside, groaning because of the extra guard duty and mundane events. Times running out, he murmured to himself as he felt his body grow light after reaching for his magic. He jumped and floated almost to the ceiling. When he tucked his legs up and slid his arms from back to front, there was instant relief from his shoulders. The door was opening just as he started untying himself. The rope hit one of the guards as they walked in, startling him into losing his balance. The other guard behind had no time to react, and was immediately crushed by the weight of him, and having Taltos dive-bomb him didn’t help, either. Taltos felt the guards under him go limp and swiftly checked the bodies for anything that he could use. After taking the cash, baton, and two pairs of handcuffs, he proceeded to the door and carefully poked his head out into the corridor. What he saw then brought the first smile to his face. He saw two men wearing perfect suits, with pocket kerchiefs, ties, and all. Perfect. I love suits. After inspecting the rest of the corridor, he stepped out into the hallway. “Hi fellas. How’s it going?” Both of them reached for their batons, but before they could get far, Taltos threw his hands up. “Wait! Can’t we be civil?” One flinched, but then responded, “Rune-weaver, get back in your cell or we will kill you!” Taltos just smiled, and replied, “As you wish”. As he turned around slowly, he reached for the source of his magic and gripped the two men’s ties. Quickly, he tightened them till he heard 2 thuds. He turned and saw the men laying unconscious before releasing his grip on the source, and their throats. You can never reason with the Grexian Order. Taltos took another baton and follow the sign labelled, EXIT. He laughed as Ebrithal emerged from the shadows of another corridor. At 6ft. and 300lbs or more, nothing on him even whispered couch potato. “Hello again, Taltos.” “Hello.”, he responded weakly. Ebrithal had put him in this situation to begin with, and to make matters worse, Ebrithal still had his weapon. Taltos sneered as he saw Spell-breaker being used as a gold chain necklace. “Merde.” Taltos swore and looked around for anything he could use to get away from him. Ebrithal took a step forward. “Come now, Rune-weaver. We just seek knowledge.” Taltos was about to respond when he saw an orb of blue fly into the room and felt danger, of the explosive kind. Ebrithal paused in confusion as Taltos ran back around the corner of the hallway. He was about to give chase when the shock hit him and the hallway exploded outwards, choking him with plaster dust.

pyrokinetic-princess: praisemyname: tyleroakley: If you’re...

Mon, 23 Jan 2012 14:31:43 -0500

pyrokinetic-princess:

praisemyname:

tyleroakley:

If you’re feeling alone or just need someone to talk things through with, call The Trevor Project ANYTIME: 866-4U-TREVOR - they’re confidential and toll-free, available 24/7.

if you need my skype, my phone number, even a fucking place to stay for a while, come see me, please.

I will reblog this everytime I see it.

I will do all these things call me, crash with me, speak and let me help.

That sums me up nicely

Thu, 19 Jan 2012 15:34:54 -0500

That sums me up nicely

She is adorable. Also rather similar to how I pictured Arhii...

Thu, 05 Jan 2012 21:08:00 -0500

She is adorable. Also rather similar to how I pictured Arhii looking like

I'm going to write till I'm done

Wed, 28 Dec 2011 01:12:03 -0500

Why must their always be dramatic events? I don’t know if my insanity is knocking at the hinges to the door of my consciousness but a cold calculating part is emerging. I notice things more quickly, I pick up on tones and muscle movement faster then i ever could on content. I have come to a matter that binds me to the rope like our forefathers of the nation….Wait, maybe not that extreme but like division of church and state is trying to be dissolved by republicans; (as much as I’ve seen) the relationships of my family are primed to do the same. Now I must ask why does this bother me?

At first I thought it would be because they would fight, over myself and my little brother or with each other. Then I analyzed it more, and what I found was completely different and unhealthy sounding…hell unhealthy… I found that throughout my life I had held onto the hope that relationships could last longer then a few years however, aside from my parents, I hadn’t had a true example. No one in my family has ever died before parting with their other half. Grandparents divorced, twice in one case, Aunt divorce a cheating husband, Uncle divorced a shrew of a woman. So here I am coldly watching how this plays out hearing complaints from both sides that rend my emotions worse then any death… At least in death there is an end. Now the scary part for me is i have heard both sides and even as an aspiring therapist I know they both need serious help or they’ll split. With that split will go my last confirmation that relationships are meant to last.

Enough pouring my soul to you for now… I want to actually start up my story and make weekly updates so I’m gonna post the main character bio and then tomorrow or later today I will get started.

BASIC INFORMATION

Full name: Taltos the Runeweaver

Pronunciation:tal-toes

Nickname(s) or Alias: Tal or tallon

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Age: 26

Birthday: December 12

Sexuality: Straight

Nationality: Russian-American

Religion: None

City or town of birth: Queens NY

Currently lives: Canada

Languages spoken: All major languages

Native language: Russian

Relationship Status: Single

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 5’10

Weight: 180

Figure/build: Soccer Player

Hair colour: Brown

Hairstyle: short messy

Eye colour: green

Skin/fur/etc colour: Tan

Tattoos: Insignia of the Magus consul on his back/ and a dragon coiling up his right arm

Piercings: none

Scars/distinguishing marks: Scar from elbow to thumb on left arm

Preferred style of clothing: light leather and cotton

Frequently worn jewellery: Gold chain that doubles as a weapon

HEALTH

Drug User? Which? Yes, Marijuana (often), Alcohol (often) Never together though

Addictions: None

Allergies: none

Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: no

Any medication regularly taken: not unless you count pot as a medical use

PERSONALITY

Personality: Kind hearted Smart Ass

Likes: Magic, Oracle ( Arhii) Food Booze and Humor

Dislikes: What is this a dating profile?

Fears/phobias: Bullets, bullets flying towards me… oh and spiders damn things are creepy

Favourite colour: red

Hobbies: drawing runes, weaving spells, and over all pranking his bosses

Taste in music: none really

SKILLS

Talents/skills: Magic, Wit, Foolish courage.

Ability to drive a car? Operate any other vehicles? Can drive a car well and handle most magical vehicles due to his magus training

EATING HABITS

Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore: Omnivore

Favourite food(s): Steak

Favourite drink(s): Crown

Disliked food: Leeks

Disliked drinks: Beet juice

HOUSE AND HOME

Describe the character’s house/home: Apartment 600sq. ft

Significant/special belongings: Spellbreaker, Crystal of Nala Deth, and the Staff of Legion

CAREER

Level of education: High School+ Magus

Qualifications: not a whole lot

Current job title and description: Magus of the 8^th order

Name of employer: Tamlein

COMBAT

Peaceful or aggressive attitude? Aggressive

Fighting skills/techniques:

Special skills/magical powers/etc: Fire, wind, and water magic

Weapon of choice (if any): Magic, but you know an M16 never hurt either

Weaknesses in combat: tiny frame easily taken out by larger opponents in the power department

Strengths in combat: cunning quick witted improvisation

FAMILY, FRIENDS AND FOES

Parents names: Orphaned

Are parents alive or dead? missing

Is the character still in contact with their parents? no

Siblings? Relationship with siblings? Only child

Other Important Relatives: none

Partner/Spouse: none

Children: none

Best Friend: Morganna

Other Important Friends: Baird, Hal, Lily, Mallory, Istav

Acquaintances: other Magus Members and a few Law enforcers

Pets: none

Enemies? Why are they enemies? Fallen angels demons and monstrosities

BACKSTORY

Taltos is over 300 years old magic sustains him and he lives for battle and good times.

I hope you enjoy

this is beautiful.

Wed, 28 Dec 2011 00:10:43 -0500

this is beautiful.

Crack for Merlin Addicts (by meeshell384) I lol’d

Tue, 27 Dec 2011 13:32:58 -0500

Crack for Merlin Addicts (by meeshell384)

I lol’d

lol damn

Sun, 25 Dec 2011 14:10:27 -0500

lol damn

Betcha you chuckled or at the very least smiled. This is how christmas is in a nutshell for me

Sun, 25 Dec 2011 13:18:11 -0500

Betcha you chuckled or at the very least smiled.

This is how christmas is in a nutshell for me

LOL

Fri, 16 Dec 2011 10:09:02 -0500

LOL

Things that Make me laugh

Sun, 11 Dec 2011 12:33:11 -0500

This is one of those very things Also just one more that had me dying.

made me laugh

Hello

Wed, 07 Dec 2011 18:20:05 -0500

I sit poised in my room ready for the hours of Skyrim that I might play later. However I’m considering a personal challenge. Hehe Google Chrome just said I should capitalize Skyrim. Anyways enough disjunctive and uncoordinated thoughts.

Dear You,

I find myself in a dilemma I am interested, as most of the population is, in a woman. Now before you stop and offer advice or laugh at the frivolity of the statement; I know she is not interested in me. I’m ok with this fact I just wish she would at least vocalize this to me, proving my suspicion either right or wrong. Now that I’ve vented that small annoyance I must say. Love. What is love to you? What is anger? What is sadness?

Now that might seem very deep and philosophical but I honestly want to know what pops to your minds. I’m curious.

I know that usually first posts are to supposed to ensnare the reader and cast a shadow of expectancy for sequential posts afterwards however this will not be the case. This will not be my soul, this will not be my heart, This will be my mind, and this will my emotions. Thank you for reading I look forward to roller-coasting pictures and text together. I hope you enjoy reading the first issue of the Runeweaver’s Digest.

This is the face to which you may attribute to the writer.

You didn’t think it would be that easy right?