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My name is Richard Dean... by Kjatar, literature

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My name is Richard Dean...

Title on the DVD: "Personal Journal of a Legend" Hi there. My name is Richard Dean Anderson, but you probably know me as TV's MacGyver. Let's see, what to say about me. Lets check my wikipedia entry, shall we? Born in Minnesota in '50, three brothers, all dead... various schools, moving around the country, right... General Hospital, MacGyver, Stargate... oh, Stargate was a favorite. Hm, they really don't have much about how SKILLED I was as an actor, that's rather surprising, Well, just to set the record straight, I have a shelf with twelve awards on it for my performances in my various roles, all well-deserved. AND I do my own stun

Redemption by Kjatar, literature

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Redemption

Acererak the Demi-lich paced around the pentacle inscribed into the floor, the gutters that form the star filled with freshly drained blood. In the center of the design, flickering candlelight illuminated a large form in dark armor, sprawled on the floor. Satisfied that the design was complete, the lich turned and raised his hands, muttering the seldom-used arcane words of an obscure spell. Green energy flowed from his bony fingers into the blood gutters, the blood flaring up to match the emerald light. A high pitched keening echoed from the walls as wafts of energy slammed into the body, being absorbed by th

Demonic Consultation by Kjatar, literature

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Demonic Consultation

Shadows coalesced in the corner, creeping along the walls to swirl together in seething mass of darkness. Spikes protruded from the demon forming there, dripping dark liquids better left unidentified onto the hardwood floor beneath it. Puffs of smoke arose each time a drop struck, eating into the wood. The demon stepped forward with a cruel smirk, advancing towards a cowering fox pressed back against the opposite wall. Rends in his red silk tunic dripped with blood drawn by the creature. The fragments of a rapier nearby marked souvenirs of his first try at defending himself. His tail hung at an impossible angle, snapped in the center.

Fel'Tyr by Kjatar, literature

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Fel'Tyr

Fel’tyr was born on the Bothan homeworld and had a relatively normal childhood among the people, enaging in the games of diplomacy, treachery, and backstabbing that allowed the young to succeed as adults. Unfortunately, however, his own talents lay in a different field. He had always been something of a technological wizard. Even when he was only a few years old he had been dismantling things. Of course, the hard part, putting them back together, he never really grasped. After an unfortunate incident involving the High Chancellor’s landspeeder and a number of missing parts that somehow ended up on the black market, Fel’ty

Reborn of Thunder by Kjatar, literature

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Reborn of Thunder

Reborn of Thunder Rain pelting off of their battered armor, the grim line of soldiers stared down at the siege machines being dragged into place across the moat, and the campfires of the muddy army doing the dragging. Thunder rumbled in the background as the first shots began thudding into the curtain wall. An armor-clad figure leapt up onto one of the crenellations, the grasping fist of Heironeous proudly emblazoned on his shield and chest. “Troops! You have fought this enemy valiantly. Any who wish to leave now, to tend to their families, their sons, their towns, you may go. There is a wizard in the courtyard making final prepar

Feran's Folly by Kjatar, literature

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Feran's Folly

Mirressian Council of Inquisitors Casefile 402 Status: Unsolved Codename: “Shadow Net” Incident: Within three days span, twelve of the thirteen merchant princes of Mirressia were murdered. Some in their sleep, some while alongside bodyguards, one at the latrines. Each body was found with a distinctively forged barbed iron dagger nearby, unblooded. The experts are still analyzing the daggers to determine origin. Initial autopsy reports from the bodies of the princes reveal some sort of toxin; possibly a variation of the sleeping potion used by the drow. The wounds on each body were very precise, and each only had one woun

Cardinal Directions, Chap? 2 by Kjatar, literature

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Cardinal Directions, Chap? 2

Synopsis: Former Cardinal Kharis has been treacherously killing off to the heirs to the throne, and hounding the wizards of the Emerald Circle. Lady Jaela went to face him, and died. A few hundred years later, she got drawn into a gem by her former apprentice, Isil. His own apprentice, the one who actually drew her into the gem, did NOT die, as that whole section has been edited to a large degree, and should be uploaded to dA soon. Also, Isil didn't break the gem to release her, as I really thought that her spirit being inside him was just plain too cheesy. Character

Amber Background by Kjatar, literature

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Amber Background

[ - bash 7.32 -] ? connect DBCF User: KirlexDF Password: ****** Processing…. ------------------------------------------------------ Welcome, KirlexDF. Terminal database activated. CAUTION: INFORMATION CLASSIFIED ------------------------------------------------------ >SELECT keldran FROM rebdb CAUTION: INFORMATION SENSITIVE! ACCESS DENIED! >override ***** ACCESS GRANTED Name: Keldran Species: Human Age:23 Faction: Enemy Status: Dangerous, Do Not Engage Rank: Squad Leader, Silver Flight Last Known Location: Koringrath Foothills Description: Six feet tall, brown hair cut relatively short, green eyes. Fair skin. Travels

Even the Off Nights by Kjatar, literature

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Even the Off Nights

Even the Off Nights (Or, Filling the Void?) 1. You are Keldran Foliar, an archer in the Dark Flight, the elite band of archers attached to the rebel leader Vandrel. For the past three months, you’ve been fighting a desperate battle against the forces of Wizard-Lord Fandrel. Your friends and allies haven’t been faring so well, and each battle, more of the limited troops that you can raise are cut down by the blades and arrows of the king’s men. After many days of travel, Vandrel has called a halt inside the abandoned town of Kel’Drathil. Crumbling, rust-colored buildings surround you as

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My name is Richard Dean... by Kjatar, literature

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My name is Richard Dean...

War of the Gods: WIP by Kjatar, literature

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War of the Gods: WIP

The War of the Gods Long, long ago, before the age of recorded history began, a great war raged in the sky above this realm. Ranging on each side were gods and goddesses, monsters and demigods, and those few mortals mighty enough to hold their own in such a conflict. And behind these massive figures, armies of souls marched. One, the Einherjarr, was composed of the souls of brave, righteous warriors who had died once battling the forces of evil. The other contained the hordes who had fallen without honor, bolstering the power of darkness. These were known as the Kjaelnavir. And there was a third force in this struggle. A smaller, le

Party for Four: Version 3.5 by Kjatar, literature

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Party for Four: Version 3.5

The arrow was piercing his skull. That much he knew. It shouldn't be taking this long. That much he also knew. Instead of the split second he assumed it usually took, his death was taking an eternity to arrive. Then again, maybe it was always this way. He had never died before, after all. With a mental sigh, he reflected on the events that had led him to this tragic end. ### Four companions huddled around a budding campfire, banishing the deepening darkness for a few feet. As they sat contemplating the leaping flames, the tallest among them spoke up. "…I can't believe you agreed to this mission for us, Elsidar. An orcish infestati

Shards of Tordar v1.0 by Kjatar, literature

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Shards of Tordar v1.0

Shards of Tordar The cold glow of the streetlamp glinted off of Kirin's scimitar, flashing to and fro in the relative darkness of the night. Each time the blade arced, it was followed by a spray of blood from its target. Guns, clubs, knives, weapons of every kind tumbled from lifeless hands as the lone figure in a flowing tan trenchcoat scythed through the innumerable ranks of his enemies. His movements were fluid, like those of a dancer, as he spun, slashed through someone's throat, kicked their legs out from under them, and moved to the next, twisting and ducking in ways that would break the bones of a normal human. Kirin thrust his bl

Musings on a Story by Kjatar, literature

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Musings on a Story

My pencil arcs through the air, its dulled point snapping as it clatters against the floor. "No! No. That doesn't work. It doesn't even make any sense! And everyone thinks the second section is supposed to be a flashback... blasted angel..." A crumpled piece of paper follows the pencil, trailing shards of a reality never to be realized. "...why does it have to be written in first person? I've never written in first person before. It's hard! Third person, past tense... now THAT'S what fantasy's made of." A snicker from the ground draws my attention to my sprawled companion, who was looking up at me with bright green eyes, the kind that wer

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Current Residence: Fairfax, Virginia
Shell of choice: CentOS 4.4
Wallpaper of choice: Balmora and Vivec
Personal Quote: "Be careful of what you do well, for you'll be asked to do it a lot."

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Quite a few. Heh... ask me for a list if you want to know. (See my icon: Done by one of them.)

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Unreal Tournament. Yes, the first one.

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Microsoft Word. Oh, and everything posted here is a WIP.

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Jul 10, 2012

Ponies!

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Only one thing could convince me to return to dA, and that's ponies.  Well... here I am, guys.  Maybe it's time to do some more writing, too.  =D

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Jun 4, 2007

A comeback! ...maybe.

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Well, that didn't last long, did it.  Or at all.  Heh. Well, my life's starting to settle down a little.  Maybe I'll be able to keep up with my writing now. For now, you'll have to be satisfied with a couple character background I wrote for a D&D game I'm in. Edit:  Argh, dA is frustrating to use as a writer.  It kills indentation and spacing.  If anyone knows a way around that that doesn't require me to write my stories in html, I'd appreciate it.

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Sep 5, 2006

Devious Journal Entry

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Hm.  Okay, I haven't updated in forever. Mainly because I haven't written.  I have a job now, and a real lack of creativity.  Over the next couple weeks, I'm going to force myself to write SOMETHING every three days and post it up here.  Probably nothing too awesome, but SOMETHING. Wish me luck. And how am I getting page views, anyways?!