Hey there i was wondering if you could help me , i have brought your BlackthrowingDaggers for female avatar. the product is great and i WILL be buying lots more from your shop BUT first i have to ask.. your daggers cannot be removed from my avatar at all.. when i click remove it makes my avatar invisble.
I have tried to find the apply avatar tab thingy that you say on teh description but i cant find it at all... so please can you tell me how to remove them so that i can wear other looks.
Many thanks
Kiira.
Stopped by your page after viewing some of your products I'm interested in eventually getting the arm sheaths if you make them for males in black. Loved your page. Hope to see you around, I can usually be found at Reapers Night Out (Public Room) and would enjoy a visit from you.
http://www.imvu.com/shop/product.php?products_id=331991
please look at this item,..and let me knwo if you coudl make it throwable. i live your daggers and stars,.. but i woudl really like to be able to use the windmill of shadows as a thrown item please get back to me. Blessed Be
Thanks for stopping by my home page, it is always nice to see new people visit, especially other elves. If you stop by again, I hope you can take time to leave a message, or drop me a note and we can meet in the arena for some fun.
Slainte, WiccanGeek
Well met, it is mine goal this day to visit every member of the Drow/Elven Guild and speak a good day. Since thy name appears on the roll, I am here to say good day from a fairly new member. Mineself and mine beloved MagickMyst (in RP and RL) would love the opportunity to meet everyone in the guild and speak to thee at least once, so if thee see us online, please come and visit with us or at least visit our pages. Good day and Blessings to thee and thine.
Hey, I noticed that you had visited my page, so I thought that I'd come and say hello. I love your story! If you have others, or more of that one (chapter 2, or what have you), then I would love to read them as well. It's always a pleasure to meet other writers, especially ones as good as you. Thanks for the visit.
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Ever since I can remember, things have always been this way. Me, surrounded by many yet so alone. Not that I really hate it so much, I don't know.
I was seperated from my family ate age 4. Even at that young age I can still remember clearly the events of that day, 25 years ago.
We, my family and I, had travelled by sea for many nights before reaching land. A new world, a new home, a fresh start. I couldn't tell you why they made this choice to come here because, we were there barely a few hours before they were lost to me forever.
I'm still not too sure of what went on that day, but what I do remember is the unmistakable sound of cannon fire and the screams of many as they fled in horror.
I was big enough to walk then, my mother held tight to my hand as we headed towards the inn. When the panic started and people began to run, I tripped over a small stone and slipped away from my mothers grip. She turned to fetch me but was overcome by the mobs of people rushing our way.
I imagine her biggest fear was that I would be trumpled. I cried out for her, hiding my face in my hands but the arms that wrapped around me then were not those of my mother.
I can still hear the screams of those people as they ran for their lives under the attack of an unknown enemy. Even with all that was happening, I could still hear my mothers voice as she called out for me.
Slowly her voice faded as I watched the crowd grow smaller. I was being taken away from the city and up a large hill. Only then did I look away and up who had saved me from a certain death.
My face must have brightened at seeing my father. I had never been happier for I was scared I'd never see him or mother again. He fell to his knees and set me down, his hands on my shoulders and his eyes locked to mine.
"Run, Ureiko. Far way from this place and try to forget what you've seen. Be happy and live. Please live." His hands slid off my shoulders and he fell back against the hillside. He was wounded and covered in shards of broken glass and broken wood as he ran, sheilding me.
"Papa!" I cried and huged him despite his wounds. I could feel his warm hand on my cheek, brushing away a tear.
"Live, Ureiko. At all costs. No matter what. Promise me, you'll survive."
"Papa, papa!" I cried still, hardly hearing his words.
"Promise me."
"Ok Papa!" I cried, and clasped desperately to his hand on my cheek. I'd probably have agreed to anything he wanted right then. All I wanted to hear was that he was staying with me.
His hand slid from my face and landed to his side with a thump. A sound that still echos in my minds eye. I stood and turned back to the small port village bellow. It was all smoke and ash, the enemy vessel disappearing into the horrizon.
I saw no life except for the fires that continued to burn. I was too scared to seek out and find what fate I was sure my mother had faced.
I was 4. I was lost and alone. I curled up next to my father's body for what seemed like forever. I shut my eyes and wished I could go with him, if he could not stay with me.
I'm not sure at that age I fully understood the meaning of my fathers last words but even still, my eyes flew open and I stood once more. I had to survive this night. I had to live for my father. For both of them.
I don't rememeber the following years so clearly. I know that I had found a path that lead into forest and began to follow it. I may have walked a few hours that night before falling with exhaustion and into a deep dreamless sleep.
When I woke, I was with a man. He wasn't from the village and it didn't look like he had much of a home to return to by the way he was dressed. I don't think I was really afreaid of him at this point.
He fed me and offered comforting words like "You're going to be ok now." I suppose you could say he adopted me.
He taught me ways to survive on my own as he had all these years. We went from village to village and each time he'd teach me something new. It wasn't until I was much older that I had fully understood what we were doing.
By that time I didn't really care if it was legal or not. It was all I knew and my father had said to live at all costs. So onward I studied in the arts of a theif. My new 'father' taught me all he could before his passing.
I was 16 then and though I had cared about him, oddly, his death didn't bother me so much. That is to say I didn't cry like I had so many years before. I said a silent prayer and pushed him out to sea in a make-shift raft.
Later, I joined a guild known as "The Black Rose Society."
"To some, the Black Rose is a symbol of shame or dishonor used to signify death, hatred, or farewell. To others, may be a symbol of dark love between two villains. Perhaps only one with a heart as black as it's petals could fully appreciate it? It is also said that the black rose represents the dark side of a person's soul. Could be it's nothing more than a symbol of slavish devotion, for a true black rose is nearly impossibly to produce. Whatever the true meaning of the black rose, to myself, it's merely a symbol of my loyalty to the Black Rose Society."
But I will never forget my past. Couldn't if I tried. Again, I'm finding myself alone with no one to turn to and all I can think about is that fateful day 25 years ago.
I specialize in the arts of Alchemy and rewarded a spot amongst the leaders of the Black Rose Society. I teach my skills to those who seek to learn but always for a price. I suffered a lot to get where I am. There will be no freebies from me now.
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"Live, Ureiko. At all costs. No matter what. Promise me, you'll survive."
"Promise me."
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"I promise, father. I will never give up. At any and all costs."
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