Noxus quietly strode beside the troll, taking in his physical prowess. A prime physical sacrifice. . . His face shadowed for a moment, clearing up when he shook his head.

Before Ana could could answer, "Not long. A night or two, maybe."

Noxus walked away and opened his book of Circles ...

Yeah, that's what I'm going to do. The inner perfectionist is screaming in pain.


Yeah, I thought so. Just wondering. Thanks.

Edit: Finally got a post out. It's poorly written and painfully short but hopefully it gets it rolling again.

I'm having some bad writers block. The only thing I can think of is some silly incantation and foreshadowing.

Also, can world events be organized?

Noxus watched the dragon with a slight smile. This could prove entertaining.

He considered Poptart's words carefully before answering. They had just met the creature and while he seemed trustworthy enough, Noxus had learned long ago that even the most trustworthy could double cross you.
"We were ...

I'll probably post later today or tomorrow due to writers block and the holidays.

Just an fyi, Ana seems to be channeling my icky feelings. She won't do anything too mean, but she has a bit of a 'tude right now. Sorry for the eh reply, but my head is fuzzy from this cold. No excuses for poor writing, so if I need to change it up a bit, let me know.
Actually, somewhat of an ...

Noxus wasn't entirely sure if he had left the Astral Plane. He felt like he was back, however, everything seemed to be in the wrong place; the trees were swaying side-ways and the ground was rushing up to meet him.
He let out another yelp as his head cracked against a stone, the pain sobering him ...

The dragon's gas must have had some mind-altering effects. As he closed his eyes from looking at the troll, the creature seemed to come with him into the darkness, it's eyes piercing his very soul.
It was only when the troll warped and changed forms that he realized where he was.

"Hello again ...

I'll probably post tomorrow. I haven't been feeling well and can't focus.

Noxus' staff was tugged slightly toward the troll calling itself Poptart. Motes which were attracted to sources of magic, while still bound by a contract, would still try to seek out those sources. The small tug on the staff by the Mote that he had stored inside confirmed his suspicions that the ...

"Oh but that's the glory in it. Quality without spending too much. " Noxus relied. He noted the comment about regrowing limbs; Though it may have been a joke, it was worth knowing.

Noxus was limping slowly ahead of Ana when he heard the heavy foot steps. Not knowing what might be coming, we ...

I'll post in the mornin'. Too tired at the moment.

Poptart's sudden apperance seems to have worked out.

"And I, of course, would be more comfortable knowing my throat wont be torn out while I sleep," Noxus replied, still with the slightest of grins.

He trusted her, though confirmation by social contract could only solidify such things. He had never known a Shifter before, though their nature - or ...

He paused while walking, leaning on his staff to take off his black-leather gloves before matching the pace of the woman.
"Noxus of the Darkwood elven branch," said he, shaking the woman's hand.
"I can live off the land as well and I know what it is to go without. However, there are some items ...

Walking away, with Ana trotting ahead, from the ironically deflated Mr. Glad, Noxus shook his newly filled purse. He was actually quite surprised to see that he was still invited on the journey, seeing as a werewolf could certainly hunt their own kind quite efficiently. He watched her from the back ...