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Welp.

2015-07-30 23:13:11 by themightyCaolf

 Just burnt my facking arm, had a dream about a zombies, and I'm making the best batch of beans of all time, which is why I burnt my arm.



  Are tale begins with an old, rickety stagecoach driven by a scraggly looking driver wearing a grey duster, and black leather top hat whilst cracking a whip at onyx horses galloping on an old road over grown with weeds, and surrounded by dark trees that seemed to bend, and intertwine with each other, giving no sight past them while a sickly crescent moon stamped itself upon the inky void of the midnight sky , giving nearly enough light to illuminate the way for the stagecoach as it bounced, and rattled along the bumpy road. In the old carriage were four figures, three of whom were shrouded in black robes with a red hem, the other was a man, dressed in a black suit, and boiler hat sitting across from them, his face was old, wrinkled, and adorned with a bushy, ash colored mustache, and his eye's were thin, tired from age. The man reached to the right picking up an envelope with a red wax seal, " Here's a picture of him, and all the information you need." the old man said, handing the parchment to the cloaked figure in the middle, who took it into it's gloved hand, " If I may ask, once you confront my brother, give him the death he deserves." the man said, voice wavering with anger, " A-and if he's turned my daughter, please, for the love of the Gods, make it quick." the man said, with tears running down his eyes, the middle figure nodded it's head, and broke the wax seal with their thumb, and removed a folded piece of paper, and picture from the envelope. She looked at the picture, a black, and white image of a man's profile, he was old, around eighty, with wrinkled skin, and a large hooked nose, and thin melancholy lips, and on the paper was a drawing of a young woman, around eighteen, her hair done into a bun, " No doubt others won't try to claim the bounty, so be wary of competition." said the man. After awhile the coach started to exit the clearing, and the air got colder as the road started to incline, and there could be seen a large stone bridge made of stairs, with an iron railing, it was half a at least a mile long and halfway up was covered in a white blanket of snow leading to a large castle, " Here we are." the man said, " Castle Poenari, or Citadel Poenari, the infernal castle of the Prince of the Night himself, many families can be traced back to this keep, all of whom are dead, or have been replaced." The coach draws to a hold at the beginning of the bridge, "We're 'ere." the driver called out. The three cloaked figures stepped out of the cart, behind them they heard the man say, "Gods help us all." They walked to the driver, who reached upon the top of the coach, grabbing three large suitcases made of leather, and fitted with golden handles, " You should turn back now, ain't nothin but sorrow ahead." the driver said, letting out a raspy chuckle, the smallest of the figures taking her suitcase said, in a voice very hard to decipher between male, and female said, " We'll take are chances."  the drivers responded, " Fools, fools the all of ya." the man said, cackling, before riding off, back into the woods with the old man. "Damn nut." said the middle height one in a rough feminine voice, opening it's case, and pulling out a rifle, fitted with a hammer, and a lever that automatically loads in the next shot when winded up, and metal details etched into the butt of the gun, that twist into the shape of a wolf.
" Can't blame him, this place is riddled with the powers of the dark." said the shortest, pulling out a flamberge rapier, with an intricate guard adorned by a crow, and a staff made of a white wood, with crow feathers tied around the end, " Best we hurry before it taints us with it's stench."
The third, and largest figure was on it's knees with it's sword, planted in the ground, the sword itself was straight with a singled edge, and atop the spine of the blade was a barrel that reached halfway down the length, and the handle itself was a combination of a sword hand, and a flintlock pistol handle, decorated with a gold trim shaped like a lamb. The figure was muttering some silent prayer, to quiet to  here what the words were, but enough to here a soft, mature feminine voice, " Faciet, Ut Placet." she said raising her head, and voice. " I highly doubt the gods see fit to intervene with such a simple matter." said the one holding the gun in a nonchalant voice
" Don't let your ego get the best of you, there is a power, far beyond any I've ever seen us face." said the shortest with the staff.
" Psh, whatever you say." it replied.
" Hush Victoria, we cannot let the gods think ill of us." said the tallest, facing the one with the gun. 
The three walked across the stone bridge for some time, their feet crunched the snow bellow them, accompanying the sounds of wind, and waves crashing into the sides of the pillars of the bridge from way down bellow. The castle stretched for miles around, stood against the black wall of the midnight sky, which seemed to grow darker with each step, but on they continued, until reaching a wide flight of stairs, leading up to a large brick wall, fitted with a large portcullis, and sat by it's sides were two knights, one in a red gambison, and lobster-tailed burganet helmet, he looked young, around his twenties, light olive skin, large eyes with red irises, and in his hands was a rife, fitted with a bayonet, and to his left, on the other side of the portcullis was a much, thicker knight, wearing thick plate mail, covering his entire body, and on his face was a basinete helmet, and in his hands he held a bastard sword, with Iron lugs on the blade, " Halt, who goes there, and by who's permission do you stand before us?" demanded the one in a gambeson, readying his rifle, aiming it at the tallest, who stood between the two others, 
 " Move, and your wretched souls shall be spared the steel." said the tallest, still as stone, cloak shifting with the wind.
 " Oi, what's this Brahm, a couple of would be hero's comin to save the day." said the one in the gambeson, 
 " Turn back! This place is a haven for those you'd have killed, and I'd not wish to fight this evening."  said the heavily armored one now known as Brahm.
 " We were not asking, move, or be slain." said the tallest, pulling the robe of it's body to show a woman, late twenties, merylin blonde hair tied into a bun, ivory skin, sharp blue eyes, and full pink lips. She wore a black cape with purple hem, a leather vest being pushed out from her bust, and buttoned up to her collar bone before splitting into an open collar, her pants were black, wrapping tightly around her legs, and showing off her wide hips, and thick rear, on her feet were tight leather boots colored a dark brown reaching up to her knees, and a pair of matching gloves. Around her neck was a ruff wrapping all the way around, and from under the ruff hung a silver necklace with a pendant designed to look like a woman who's lower half turned into a blade.
" Vincent, go warn the others." said Brahm, looking over to his fellow guard.
" Come now Brahm, I haven't sunk my teeth into somethin all day, I've grown quite thirsty." replied Vincent.
" Damnit Vincent, now isn't the time, go warn the others." said Brahm, anger in his voice.
 Vincent rolled his eyes, and did as he was told, he walked back, then began to evaporate, turning into a white mist, and seeping through the grate of the portcullis, reassembling on the other side, " Save me the blonde one." he yelled back over his shoulder.
A loud sigh could be heard from under Brahm's helm, " Sorry about my brother, he can be... prideful." 
The blonde haired woman just stared, pointing her sword at Brahm.
" Might I know your name, my lady?" Brahm asked, politely, as if it were a casual meeting. She just glared at him, readying her self, she zoomed forward, sword held out. Brahm turned to the side, and grabbed the blade by the, and in a soft menacing voice said, " I'm gate keeper Brahm, and the only way you'll gain access is over my cold, bloodied cadaver." Brahm pushed her back, but she caught herself, then rushed back forward with a lunge, appearing as if she were gliding, and slicing her sword at Brahm, who blocked her attacks with his sword. Brahm himself began to form an aura of black, and red vapors that danced, and twirled around him as he defended, stepping back away from the woman's attacks, the vapors congregated around his sword, which he slice diagonally, shooting forth a concentrated form of the vapor at the woman, who dodged it by doing a large sweeping step to the side, then swooped forward slicing back at him. Meanwhile the two other cloaked figures stood, " I've had enough of this shit." said Victoria, removing her cloak, her face was sharp, a dark olive skin, purple eyes, and thin, dark brown lips, her body was lithe, covered by a black dress coat, a black cape reaching down to her elbow covering her chest, and and back wrapping around her neck, her pants were loose fitting, seeming to be tucked in to her thigh high onyx boots, a leather belts was tightened around her waist, with a flint-lock pistol hanging in a holster, a large carrying satchel was situated on her back, and a hooked knife in a scabbard, and a large top hat was hanging on her back from a string around her neck, which she grabbed with her white gloved hands, and placed atop her head, tightening the string under her chin. Victoria held her rifle in her left hand, and held the fore-stock with her elbow, she aimed at Brahm who was still fighting the blonde haired woman, Victoria pulled the trigger, making a click from the flint hitting the frizzen, igniting the starter powder. A large boom was heard, fallowed by the sound of a musket hitting metal, Brahm stepped back, and fell to his knees, the musket ball had pierced a hole into the side of his armor, he slumped over onto his side with a loud clank, blood began to leak from the visor of his helmet, and onto the snow peppered ground. " BRAHM!!!" Vincent yelled, rushing to Brahm, and kneeling to his side, " Brahm, don't die, I'll get you inside." he said, tears filling his eyes, the three beings walked past him, except for Victoria, who stayed, and looked down while the other two headed in through the door Vincent came out of. Victoria leaned down, and whispered into Vincent's ear, " I take it you two were close, and you let him die." Vincent sobbed, holding Brahm in his arms as Victoria walked away smiling.


first bit of my story.

2015-07-21 22:27:07 by themightyCaolf

  Are tale begins with an old, rickety stagecoach driven by a scraggly looking driver wearing a grey duster, and black leather top hat whilst cracking a whip at onyx horses galloping on an old road over grown with weeds, and surrounded by dark trees that seemed to bend, and intertwine with each other, giving no sight past them while a sickly crescent moon stamped itself upon the inky void of the midnight sky , giving nearly enough light to illuminate the way for the stagecoach as it bounced, and rattled along the bumpy road. In the old carriage were four figures, three of whom were shrouded in black robes with a red hem, the other was a man, dressed in a black suit, and boiler hat sitting across from them, his face was old, wrinkled, and adorned with a bushy, ash colored mustache, and his eye's were thin, tired from age. The man reached to the right picking up an envelope with a red wax seal, " Here's a picture of him, and all the information you need." the old man said, handing the parchment to the cloaked figure in the middle, who took it into it's gloved hand, " If I may ask, once you confront my brother, give him the death he deserves." the man said, voice wavering with anger, " A-and if he's turned my daughter, please, for the love of the Gods, make it quick." the man said, with tears running down his eyes, the middle figure nodded it's head, and broke the wax seal with their thumb, and removed a folded piece of paper, and picture from the envelope. She looked at the picture, a black, and white image of a man's profile, he was old, around eighty, with wrinkled skin, and a large hooked nose, and thin melancholy lips, and on the paper was a drawing of a young woman, around eighteen, her hair done into a bun, " No doubt others won't try to claim the bounty, so be wary of competition." said the man. After awhile the coach started to exit the clearing, and the air got colder as the road started to incline, and there could be seen a large stone bridge made of stairs, with an iron railing, it was half a atleast a mile long and halfway up was covered in a white blanket of snow leading to a large castle, " Here we are." the man said, " Castle Poenari, or Citadel Poenari, the infernal castle of the Prince of the Night himself, many families can be traced back to this keep, all of whom are dead, or have been replaced." The coach draws to a hold at the beginning of the bridge, "We're 'ere." the driver called out. The three cloaked figures stepped out of the cart, behind them they heard the man say, "Gods help us all." They walked to the driver, who reached upon the top of the coach, grabbing three large suitcases made of leather, and fitted with golden handles, " You should turn back now, ain't nothin but sorrow ahead." the driver said, letting out a raspy chuckle, the smallest of the figures taking her suitcase said, in a voice very hard to decipher between male, and female said, " We'll take are chances."  the drivers responded, " Fools, fools the all of ya." the man said, cackling, before riding off, back into the woods with the old man. "Damn nut." said the middle height one in a rough feminine voice, opening it's case, and pulling out a rifle, fitted with a hammer, and a lever that automatically loads in the next shot when winded up, and metal details etched into the butt of the gun, that twist into the shape of a wolf.
" Can't blame him, this place is riddled with the powers of the dark." said the shortest, pulling out a flamberge rapier, with an intricate guard adorned by a crow, and a staff made of a whit wood, with crow feathers tied around the end, " Best we hurry before it taints us with it's stench."
The third, and largest figure was on it's knees with it's sword, planted in the ground, the sword itself was straight with a singled edge, and atop the spine of the blade was a barrel that reached halfway down the length, and the handle itself was a combination of a sword hand, and a flintlock pistol handle. The figure was muttering some silent prayer, to quiet to  here what the words were, but enough to here a soft, mature feminine voice, " Faciet, Ut Placet." she said raising her head, and voice.


Found this awsome thing.

2015-07-06 04:16:55 by themightyCaolf
Updated

badassery, at it's finest.


UUUHHH...

2015-07-02 03:11:19 by themightyCaolf

That feeling when you do a pencil sketch so good, your to scared to put on the ink.


Still writing.

2015-06-28 23:25:52 by themightyCaolf

 Still writing that story, still working on chapter 2, probably gonna change the name -_-, I do hope yall read it. http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/themightyCaolf1/17326/Year-1870-1975-end-of-Anastasian-Dynasty


SOOOOOOO

2015-06-24 21:05:39 by themightyCaolf

 The new Fire Emblem allows same sex marriage, which is fine for me, I don't see how it hurts anything, its just variety, and Nintendo chose to do it, but the way they're going about it is just retarded, if you want lesbian marriage you have to ge the Birth Rite eddition, and same sex male relationships, the other eddition whos name I can't remember. Why? Was it so hard to implement it on both, atleast there is same sex marriage, its just one of those things that is just a neat little feature.


welp

2015-06-19 10:57:10 by themightyCaolf

 I'm worken on the second part of my story, chapter 2, Month 1: Unatural Selection. If you want to check it out, and the first chapter, go to my hentai foundry page, and if you can't find it, just tell me on newgrounds, and i'll be sure to get back to you. http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/themightyCaolf1/17326/Year-1870-1871-end-of-Anastasian-Dynasty


Oh my GAWD

2015-06-18 13:48:35 by themightyCaolf

 I'm in an argument with people saying a child should be allowed to live with a pack of wolves because its his "family".


The Last Gaurdian

2015-06-17 08:27:11 by themightyCaolf

Is it for reals happening, yes, yes it is.