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My username on Pirate101 Central is ~The Doctor~

What do you think? Obsessive forum posting? Yay or nay?

I'm trying to leave my mark :3

New Pack... Hmm...

With over 60 NEW items, our new MooShu themed game card pack is filled to the brim with housing items!

Decorate your Wizard castle with these cool new housing items from the Emperor's Attic Pack! Each pack contains a chance to get new items including the brand new Tag Game!

Just some of the cool new stuff in the Emperor's Attic Pack!

• Tag Game
• 8 new interact-able housing items including a Koi Pond!
• 4 new plants including the Fortune Cookie Tree!
• Other new items such as bobbleheads, paintings, wallpaper, music scrolls and many other furniture pieces to decorate your castle

Now normally one would hear me complain about how we dont need new packs and blah blah blah.
HOWEVER!
I'm actually surprisingly pleased with this new pack. There is a wide variety of new ideas available to spice up my home, which you know I LOVE.
A new range of intractable items that I find so fuffing amusing. Especially my new Koi Pond, with Koi Philip.
And virtually EVERY item in the pack is auctionable. The exception is, of course, the Tag Game.
The only irritating thing is the rarity of the awesome items. It took me like, two days to get that Koi Pond.

ANYWAY, WHO ELSE IS EXCITED FOR PIRATE101?! If you arent, GTFO!
I applied to be a Beta Tester, so wish me luck :D
Also, good luck to those who also applied, I hope to see you in the Skyways sometimes :D
Speaking of which, when P101 is released, I'll be creating a sister-blog to this one. The Pirating Life of ______ _____________!

Also, how are people feeling about Umbra Pradicatio? As you may have noticed, I'm censoring extremely immoderate phrases and themes. I'll probably find another place to post the uncensored versions, as they're always more fun :D But I feel not many people are reading >_> In addition, you may have noticed similar themes in my story that are in that of my friend Mary Ravengem whose mother needs to calm the fluff down. This is because they're mine. Yup. To be more specific, the following ideas are mine (NOTE: May have alternate inspiration and SPOILER ALERT):

• Wolf Deathbringer (obviously)
• Lyra
• The Titans (i.e. Death Titan - Wraith)
• Falsarium Noctis
• Umbrata Venustus and everything included in that

So yeah. These are mine.

Philip is Swelltastic

~Wolf Deathbringer

Oh. My. Glob.

Chapter 2

I have nothing else to post, and this was just sitting there. YAY CHAPTER 2~! This one's short, but I like it :3

Chapter 2

What I hate most about Marleybone, is that despite its elegant and sophisticated appearance, mount parking is crap. I’d have taken the World Gate, however the Church doesn’t take very kindly to Necromancers – let alone assassins. I wandered the streets for roughly fifteen minutes before I found an alley to hide Shovel in. He didn’t have a problem with it; plenty of rats to eat. Once that situation was resolved, I was free to begin my search for Variska. I managed to find my way back to Regents Square, where I halted my mission momentarily. I gazed skyward, and admired the beauty of it all. Marleybone truly was one of my favorite worlds. Its eternal night sky, blanketing the landmass in a sea of seductive darkness was certainly the thing I loved most. Plus, if you add in the extravagant and cultured nature of the world, it’s hard not to love it. I redirected my attention to that which was in front of me, which happened to be the Regent Square fountain. Lovely piece of architecture.

Back to the mission. I honestly had no clue where to start looking. How do you find a single person in a whole world, regardless of their diverse appearance? I spotted a pub across the Square, and from where I stood, I could hear the intoxicated hoots and hollers of the men inside. Good a place as any to start. I crossed the Square, and approached the structure. Before I reached for the door, I heard several glasses break, followed by an abrupt “Go shoot yourself!” Drunken idiots.

I grabbed the knob on the door and twisted it until it clicked open. I then pushed the door inward and entered the pub. I ignored the brawl taking place towards the emergency exit in the back of the building, and headed straight for the bar. I took the empty barstool situated directly in front of the bartender, who seemed to not even acknowledge my presence. He was a chubby and stout pug with a white button-up shirt, and an apron hiding his trousers. He placed his palm on the bar near me, and used it to support himself as he leaned against it to watch the fight more comfortably. I didn’t feel like waiting. I cleared my throat, and then began my mission.

“Excuse me, but have you seen a female panther come through here? Goes by the name of Variska?” I inquired. At first I thought he didn’t hear me, but then he let out an annoyed sigh.

“Maybe I have, maybe I haven’t.” I rolled my eyes, and pulled out six silver coins. This seemed to perk his interest, but not enough to act upon, evidently. I took out six more. I had his full attention.

“I saw a cute little panther girl wander in here not ten minutes ago. Ordered a martini, and then went out the back door once she got it.” That was all I needed to hear. I handed him the coins, and proceeded to the back exit. I was nearly there, when a man tapped my shoulder. I turned to see it was a golden retriever dressed in attire one would expect from a nobleman.

“Got somewhere to be?” he asked. He had a glass of beer in his hand, but didn’t appear intoxicated.

“Yes actually. Now if you’ll excuse me-”

“It was rhetorical. Sit down and get a drink,” he ordered. I was losing my patience.

“I don’t think you heard me. I said I’m busy.” He balled his hands into fists and was in the process of raising them, but I clutched his shirt collar in my hand and pulled him to my eye level.

“I’m. Busy,” I whispered coldly. Other bar patrons had turned to face us. I released my grip, and forcefully shoved him away. He didn’t get the hint. And he was clearly irked with my wrinkling his shirt, for as soon as he fixed it, he roared and lunged at me. I sidestepped the attack, and retaliated by wrestling him to the ground and unsheathing my knife from my boot. I held it to his neck. He snarled.

“Let me make this perfectly clear. I am busy. Therefore, I do not want a drink. Got it?” I spat. He grunted in frustration, and relaxed. I returned the knife to its home in my boot, stood up, and exited the building.

I appeared in an alleyway not unlike the one where Shovel is hidden. Then again, alleyways in Marleybone can only be so different. I scanned the dimly lit corridor. The only things I found were trashcans, and a large dumpster. So much for my brilliant idea. I nearly gave up and was turning to walk back inside, until something heavy and forceful landed on me from above, bringing me to the ground. I went down backwards, so my back had nailed the pavement hard when I went down. The thing on top of me was hard to see, due to the fact that no illumination existed in the alley. I tried lifting my arms to resist the attacker, but they pinned them to the pavement with gloved hands. From what I could make out, the person was sitting on my chest, with their legs on either side of my torso.

“Release me!” I cried; sadly (yet somewhat expectedly) to no avail. Whoever was on top of me chuckled.

“Aww, but I went to all that trouble to catch you! Why would I let you go?” the attacker (who is a female, based on her voice) giggled. For such a seemingly dainty creature, she was strong as hell. I twisted around a bit more, trying to loosen her grip, but she ensured I stayed put.

“On orders from the King himself, I command you t-” I started, but was cut off by the girl covering my mouth with her hand, releasing my right hand in the process.

“Shhhhh. You don’t wanna ruin our first date, do you?” she asked innocently.

“Mmmrphh!” I mumbled, barely emitting sound through the cracks between her fingers.

“You’re cute when you struggle.” I rolled my eyes.

“Don’t be that way. I thought we were having fun.” She leaned in close to me. I could feel her warm breathing on my face, and could make out the shape of two golden eyes. Too close. I flicked my right hand, and the sword shot out my sleeve, and my hand ran the length of the blade until it reached the hilt. I gripped it tightly, and held my breath; praying that she didn’t hear the sound. She didn’t appear to, as she was still staring at my face. In one swift motion, I swung the sword over and slid it under her neck. She gasped, and took her hand off my mouth.

“Didn’t your mother every teach you not to piss off an assassin?” I bit my tongue the second I revealed my occupation.

“An assassin? Ooh, catch of the day!” she squealed ecstatically. Psychopath.

“I’ll make you a deal. Get off me and leave me alone, and I WON’T gut you like a fish. How’s that sound?” I asked. She pondered this for a moment.

“Mmmmm, no. How about you put your toy away, and we have a little fun…” she whispered seductively as she dragged her index finger across my chest. She released my left hand and removed my fedora, and tossed it away. Damn. That was my favorite hat. I took advantage of my second hand and gripped the end of the sword’s blade, and pressed it closer to the girl’s neck. She giggled.

“You’re funny. I like that,” she hissed. She raised a hand to the sword, and I took that as provocation. I shoved it forward, attempting to end this girl. However, much to my amazement, it wouldn’t budge. Her hand had stopped it entirely. I pressed harder, the blade slicing the skin on my left hand. I could feel the red fluid trickling down my palm and onto my face. The assailant wrapped her fingers around the sword, and crushed the middle of it, snapping it in two. Dear God. I dropped the pieces of the weapon is disbelief, and I heard her giggle, once again.

“Want to go somewhere a little more…cozy?” she asked.

“No.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Unfortunately for you, that question was more of a courtesy. I don’t care what you want,” she spat sinisterly. I can’t stand this girl. She leaned forward, and pressed her lips against mine. She stayed locked in this position, savoring the moment. Her lips tasted slightly sweet, but otherwise flavorless. I was stunned. She tries to kill me, and then makes out with me? What the hell?

I regained composure and shoved her away. She doesn’t resist and backs off, sighing with relief.

“Your lips taste yummy. Like…fruity.” Thank you for that, breakfast. I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out.

“Oh, you like my new gloss? It’s chloroform flavored,” she chuckled. Chloroform?! Her lips are laced with chloroform?! And I thought Raltik was insane.

“Y…you…” I choked out. I couldn’t see straight anymore. My vision faded into darkness, and my hearing and mind shortly followed. The last thing I recall is the girl giggling again.

The moment you've all been waiting for! And no, not the one where Tygra catches you in his whip ;)

A few notes before I post this, I've had this completed for a few months, so any errors/inadequacies that you may find are the work of laziness...and also goblins.
AGAIN, LANGUAGE WARNING! Those offended by certain vulgar language are advised to skip this post.

UMBRA PRADICATIO - CHAPTER 1

Chapter 1

                As cliché as it sounds, it began as an ordinary day throughout the Spiral. And by ordinary, I mean nothing…different happened. Young Wizards were still questing throughout Wizard City in a misguided attempt by that codger Ambrose to ‘rid the Spiral of evil’, thieves struck once again in Marleybone, stealing a ‘priceless Leonardog Da Vinci painting’, a section of Dragonspyre (the Academy to be more precise) has been re-opened to the public after its decade long reconstruction, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera…an overall peaceful day. It was around 5:47 in the morning; I always woke up early so I could get breakfast in the kitchen while it’s still fresh (I managed to grab a bowl of sweetened fruit), and then head to the Library and read a bit before heading to work. I was re-re-re-re-reading one of my all-time favorites; Deus Complexio: Titanas de Ritus, meaning The God Complex: The Titans of Lore in a dead language from Earth called Latin. Anyway, as I sat in the large, posh recliner in the corner of the library; soaking in the information the text presented to me, I heard a sound reverberating off the walls in each corridor. I did little more than glance up from my book in response to the minor disturbance. Slowly, the echo began to crescendo, until the sound escalated into an earthquake of noise; shaking the very foundation of the Palace. I strained my ear to make out actual words from the uproar.

“M…IF...OR...N!” was about all I was able to gather. Just as abruptly as the chaos began, it ceased. I dismissed the racket as the King’s infamous fury, and didn’t elaborate further on the subject. Immediately following that, I heard the sound of glass striking marble and shattering, a Dragon’s roar, and a finally ending with the cry of a palace guard commanding what I suspected to be a cat to stop following him. See? Normal day. I paused before continuing to read to ensure I wouldn’t be interrupted again. Seconds passed, and not a single sounds was heard. Once I was satisfied with the silence, I resumed my reading. And it wasn’t until a few moments after a solid minute and a half of reading that I was once again interrupted. This time by a projectile attempting to lodge itself in my exposed neck. I did nothing more than raise my hand, and crushed it between my index finger and thumb before it got within six inches of its target. I lowered the text, and brought the object up to my face. I noted that it was a miniature blowdart. Without picking my head up from the object, I discerned the launcher and sighed a sigh of disappointment.

“You need to fire with more precision, and it needs to make no sound. Not even the whistle of air. Your target will hear it coming from miles away,” I stated flatly.

“Damn. Thought I had you,” came the familiar voice of Zamir Shkah; one of the members of my squadron. He revealed himself from his hidden location; crouching behind a bookshelf, and bore a smug grin on his face. Zamir was a tall, muscled Lion with golden fur, who hailed from the world of Zafaria. His mane was brought back in a ponytail, tied with a beaded band originating from his homeland. On his torso, he wore a plain white tee shirt, with a black leather tunic with no collar and a V cut neck, and sleeves that extended the length of his arm to his wrists covering that. His leggings and boots were similar in that they were made from similar ebony leather. Standard issue for all those employed by the King. In his hand, he held a small straw-like object; obviously the device that propelled the dart. He strode towards me slowly, with caution evident in every carefully executed step, as if wary of possible retaliation from his would-be prey.

“Oh, just get over here!” I ordered. He glared at me suspiciously, then he relaxed himself and continued to take the seat next to mine.

“How are you doing, Zamir? I haven’t seen you since last week,” I greeted. He kicked his leg up and rested it on his other knee casually.

“Pretty good, actually. I just got back from Vaskiig,” the feline stated arrogantly. I raised my eyebrow in curiosity.

“You went to Vaskiig? And you…made it back? Alive?” I asked, half shocked and half perplexed. His response was an emphasized and proud nod.

“Why did you go to Vaskiig?”

“I wanted to see what it was like.”

“Well you know what they say…curiosity killed the cat.” His smile and upbeat demeanor quickly faded and was replaced with that of distain and disappointment.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” I responded with a quick chuckle and shoulder-shrug.

“Mr. Deathbringer! The King requires your presence in the throne room immediately!” a jumpy little Badger called as it scampered into the Library.

“Thank you, Horrace! I’ll be in shortly!” I replied. He bowed respectfully, and bounced back out the doorway. I sighed, disappointed my stay in the Library was cut short, and stood up. My eyes snapped shut, and then I yawned audibly and stretched my arms above my head in the same instant. During this, I heard Zamir shift in his seat.

“Guess my peace was short-lived. See you later,” I lazily said as I started towards the throne room.
“Later, Wolfie!” he replied. I was stepping out of the doorway when the feline added something else.

“I hope he hasn’t heard about your incident with the Gryphon and the-” I cut him off there. My eyes flashed purple for an instant, and several books slid off their shelves and flung themselves at the cat. He took the full force of each one to the head; the last of which taking Zamir himself and his chair to the floor.

“What the-! Wolf!” he cried in frustration. A mischievous smirk grew across my face, and I continued towards the throne room.

I crossed the threshold into the throne room shortly after the library incident, and upon entering, found myself beholding one of the most luxurious - and certainly most expensive - rooms in all of the Spiral. Upon entry, one finds themselves gazing into an immense room; with a domed glass ceiling which lets in great amounts of light - whether under the illumination of the sun, or even in the endless expanse of night - checkered black and white marble floor tiles, scarlet wallpaper with embossed golden moon patterns, and decorative columns linings the walls. Each column had a glass casing near the center; and sealed in each were various pieces of artwork or historical artifacts from across the Spiral. Extending the length of the room is a lush, crimson runner, with golden highlights bordering on the edges. At the opposite end of the room from the entrance, the floor is elevated roughly a foot off the ground with a single stair attached at the front. And on this platform rests an immense throne, decorated with exquisite golden designs which make up the frame, and even the legs supporting the structure. The back and seat of the throne are cushioned with a red, plush material that shames even the clouds in comfort. Hanging from the wall immediately behind the pristine piece of furniture is an enormous tapestry depicting the current monarch of the Spiral in a beautiful display of artistic mastery that captures the magnificence and regality of life itself, let alone that of the King. Needless to say, the definition of elegance.

Seated in the throne was none other than the King himself. Tralik Rokaria; an immense golden Colossus with silver tribal markings coating nearly all parts of his body. However, despite his obvious superiority above all other Colossi, the only articles of…well, anything that indicated his authority was his amulet, and his crown. The amulet was a blood-red ruby embedded in a sterling silver dragon pendant, which appeared to be curling itself around the gem. All of which hanging from the King’s neck with a thick chain. The crown was more of a jeweled headband than anything else. The silver band wrapped around his head so fittingly, it appeared it was crafted this very morning for the King. In the center of the band, in the middle of where it covers his forehead, it’s slightly spiked upward more than the rest of the crown, and embedded in the center is a ruby, similar to that on the amulet. I lowered myself onto my right knee, and bowed my head to his Majesty. He waved his hand, dismissing my greeting, and I stood upright.

“Good day, Mr. Deathbringer,” his voice boomed throughout the room.

“Good day, sire. You requested my presence?” I responded. Rokaria shut his eyes, and inhaled deeply.

“Indeed, I did. Do you know of the legendary Tomb of Skarov?” he asked inquisitively.

“I know that it’s nothing more than a myth used to lure treasure seekers and grave robbers to their demise,” I answered truthfully. He couldn’t be serious. That Tomb never existed.

“Oh, it’s more than a myth,” he stated, almost ominously. I had a bad feeling about why I was called in here. “I assume you’re familiar with the legend?”

“Well, of course. Thousands of years ago, there lived the bloodthirsty warlord Skarov. Relentless and merciless in war, and blessed by the power of the Gods. As the story goes, the ancient civilization of that time feared him so much, that when he passed away, eight Sages bound his very soul to four stones, and built a gigantic tomb. Inside of which, they hid the stones away. These stones each possess some of the most powerful magic ever created, and all of it was controlled by Skarov. If I remember correctly, the four of them grant dominion of time, space, mortality, and knowledge. Owning all four negates these abilities entirely, but give the holder complete control over the soul of Skarov. However, if one were to destroy a stone, Skarov’s soul would begin to regain his power, and the power that stone held would be lost of eternity. To keep those foolish enough to trespass from accidentally releasing Skarov, the Sages who built his tomb filled it with all sorts of booby traps and fail-safe systems. The final ‘trap’ is speculated to be mountains of gems, gold, and other priceless valuables that the four stones are hidden in. In essence, hiding them in plain sight. It’s based purely on opinion which of these aspects are more sought after; possessing any of the abilities, being able to manipulate Skarov, or the treasure trove supposedly in his tomb. But your Majesty, this is purely myth. No one has ever found the Tomb. No one even knows where to look,” I explained. All through the story, the King did nothing more than stare at me, listening. A tad bit unnerving.

“If you believe it to be fictitious, then the Sages have done their job successfully. However, the Tomb is not myth. It’s entirely real, albeit a little too real.” I nodded nervously. This won’t end well for me.

“I’ll skip the backstory, and just tell you my father discovered the Tomb. He mounted an entire expedition to retrieve the stones to lock them away forever. However…” Rokaria trailed off. He took a deep breath, then resumed.

“Just about the entire expedition disappeared in that Tomb. Only one made it back out, without anything to show for it, no less. Her name was Savira Luskari, a brave feline warrior from a far-off land. Savira is gone now, however her granddaughter, Variska Luskari, is still with us. The reason I’ve brought all this up is because I’ve recently heard news that those who disappeared in the Tomb have been steadily reappearing all throughout the Spiral, with no recollection of who they are, or how they got here. My father included. Your job is to find Variska, and find out what she knows about this. I don’t have a good feeling about this whole situation, and she’s the only one who might have any idea. You can find Variska in Marleybone. She’s visiting her friend for personal reasons,” the King stated.

“Won’t it be…difficult to find a single feline in all of Marleybone? A third of the population are cats,” I questioned.

“I don’t think it can be that difficult. Variska is a panther.”

“Oh.”

“And watch yourself around her. She’s…..tricky.”

“With all due respect, sire; I think I can handle her. Also, why are you sending me to do the job of what I suspect even a knight could handle?”

“Ignoring your comment toward my knights, I’m sending you because I suspect others want to find Variska as well, and there will certainly be those willing to kill for her information. So I’m sending one that’s willing to kill regardless.” Did I mention I’m a royal Assassin? I nodded.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Make haste!” he commanded. I bowed respectfully, and then exited the room. Standard procedure mission, as far as I’m concerned. Travel to Marleybone incognito, find this Variska girl, and gather information. I decided to head towards my room in the palace. I needed to…..pack.

                I didn’t suspect this to be a mission that was necessarily dangerous, so I was simple with my dress. A sleek black trench coat covering my black leather tunic, and black fedora. Simple disguise, no one knows who I am.  Not like they could tell without the disguise, but best be safe. Defense-wise, I slid a five-inch knife into my right boot, and two collapsible swords; one in each sleeve. Might as well pack light. I scanned my room one last time; to ensure nothing vital would be forgotten. Once I was satisfied, I departed for Marleybone on one of the mounts from the palace’s stables; I chose the Bone Dragon, Auskritz. I call him Shovel. Don’t ask why, I just do.

                And over the next several hours, I’d learn the definition of hell.

                Hell in high heels.

WELL?! WHAT DID YOU THINK?! I didnt like it either ._.

Feel free to leave your complaints in the comments, and I'll be sure to ignore them.
P.S. I paid homage to something epic in this chappie. Guess it. I says so.

I FORGOT D:

On the last post, there were a few things I meant to share but forgot.
1). Motus Letalis, which is now titled Umbra Praedicatio* (first one to discover what this title is a tribute to wins) is still being worked on. Dont lose ya hope.
2). While I wrote the last post, I meant to share that I was consuming stroodle, ham, chocolate, and iced tea at the same time. Again, I forgot.
3). I've developed two new television show addictions. Guess. I dare you.
4). Gonna create a new page for Update notes :3 Avalon notes coming shortly.

*I'm warning you all now, because people are gonna be tempted to complain about this later; Umbra Praedicatio may contain immoderate language, as well as suggestive themes and alcohol reference. I'm saying/warning you now because I know if I dont, someone's gonna complain. A lot.

Eheheheheh...

Hai gaiz! I'm back! I know, I know. This is a very exciting moment for you all. But please hold your applause until the end of my ramblings.

First off: Sorry for not updating like I said I would. My addiction to Grand Fantasia combined with my laziness, ADHD, and my procrastination make it nearly impossible to do anything. How I manage to remind myself to breathe is astounding. BUT I'M HERE NOW :D

Second order of business: WHO'S FUGGING EXCITED FOR AVALON?! What? You didnt KNOW Avalon is in the Test Realm?! WHAT KIND OF WIZZY ADDICT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! A bad one clearly.

That's right; Avalon is currently being tested in the Test Realm. And I do have to say, I'm impressed so far. I havent played through the entire thing myself though. I try my hardest not to get even a fourth of the way done with a world on the Test Realm, lest I ruin the experience on Live and ultimately end up not wanting to complete it. Anyway, what I've liked so far of what I've experienced is the music. Oh my God the music is beautiful :D The artwork is also very well done, and I feel that KI is making an effort to add new things to questing, albeit minor ones at best. Other parts of the updates that I enjoy are the new Bank Sell feature at the Bazaar. SO CONVENIENT :D

Thirdishly: Well, obviously we have a MOUNT-A-PALOOZA in Wizard101. It’s climbin’ in your windows, it’s snatchin’ your Crowns up, tryin’ to steal ‘em. So y’all need to hide your money, hide your Crowns, and hide your wallet cause they’re stealin’ Crowns from everybody out here.

AND NOW EPIC SAX GUY!

Your life has increased in epicness exponentially.

Epic Sax Guy is Epic. Yeah; too epic to be associated with Swellness.

~Wolf Deathbringer.