Adventures of Alice 1: Not AllowedAdventures of Alice 1: Not Allowed
“You’re coming with me to the Principal’s office, young lady,” Mrs. Clark told the student, Alice, as she was pulling her by the arm down the hall. “But I didn’t do anything!” Alice whined for what seemed like the umpteenth time. “We’ve been over this, young lady; Insane Clown Posse clothing is not allowed in this school,” Mrs. Clark explained while pointing to her Psychopathic Records ‘Running with a Hatchet’ t-shirt. “But, I like them! And it’s not just for them, it’s for their friends too!” Alice whined and explained at the same time. “It doesn’t matter that you like them, the rules are the rules,” Mrs. Clark retorted before walking into the principal’s office.
“I didn’t do anything, I’m innotent!” Alice yelled once she went into the Principal’s office.
Otherworld Legacy - Nightfall - Prologue Earth. Such a tremendous place. So much darkness across its greatest depths and so much light among its dreadful heights. It was first filled with speechless creatures. Afterwards with logical and intelligent species. Humans. ...But what was before them? What was after the voiceless animals? What did the ancestors see and, thus, the folklore was born? What terrified them? What did amaze them so much that forced the myths and legends to spread across the seven seas? Why do they all sound so much alike?
Each and every single person was told that humans are the only logical beings to have ever existed on earth. ...Some believed it. Some did not. Either way, no one really knows what lurks within the endless depths and heights. But still, those who believed were labeled as "lunatics". ...The truth is...that not everything is for every eye. Some things must remain hidden. Untold. Like an instinct of survival and self-preservation. Like
OC Profile: Cyrus SilversteinName: Cyrus Silverstein
Height: Six feet
Weight/Build: Cyrus has the build of a middleweight boxer. His arms are long and muscular, attached to stocky shoulders. His body is of average build. This is only with a shirt on. Underneath his clothes, it is sloped inward like a pyramid, having solid abdominal muscles and a strong pectoral region. His legs are long, strong, and despite their appearance, very fast and flexible.
Skin Color: Cyrus has tanned olive skin from his years abroad. He spends much of his time outside, maintaining his dark complexion.
Facial Features: His face is shaped like a shield with swords poking out from behind it. The shield would be his head, one of the sword points would be his chin jutting out a little, and the other two blade handles would be his ears. His lower face is covered by a thick, sandy mess of beard stubble. He shaves often to keep the beard off.
Largely thanks to his age, Cyrus’s face has become slightly lined, if not wri
Prisoner of the SaracensSomething hit him and it went dark. A redeeming darkness. The air was moist and stuffy. He remembered fighting on the battlefield right before Akkon to break the siege. His men fell around him and he was involved in duels with four Saracens.
Straws stuck into his bare feet. When he tried to open his eyes, he noticed a dim light coming from above through a barred window. His wrists were hurting because they were put in irons. By trying to move, he heard the rattle of a chain. He looked down at himself and stated that everything was taken from him except his underwear, his necklace and his ring. His armor had disappeared. There was not even a tunic or a gambeson left. Now he became aware that he was imprisoned in a dungeon.
It did not take long until two Saracen soldiers picked him up and took him outside. His iron chains were replaced by hand- and foot cuffs. They dragged him to the Saracen market. This situation seemed familiar to him. Back then the body of his dead half-brother Eberha