Gargoyles are Adept flying creatures created to hunt and kill Fae-kind. The are skilled at flying and have razor sharp claws made of iron. At a moments notice a Gargoyle can take the form of a statue and freeze solid. They can stay in this state for hundreds of years. A gargoyles one weakness is that it is living stone and once it is broken it cannot heal.
Alliance: Neutral Evil Other
Appearance: Amkash is a black gargoyle, meaning his usually grey skin tone is as black as night and smooth as marble. His Iron claws are large and mangled but sharp as a razor. He has a set of claw marks along his face as if he has been through a serious fight. The horns on his head are also chipped and cracked slightly defining his age. His wings are large and…Read more >
My friends, it has often been said that I like war.
Friends, I like war.
No, friends, I love war!
I love holocausts. I love blitzkriegs. I love defensive lines. I love sieges, charges, I love mop-up operations, and retreats.
Wars across prairies, in streets, in trenches, in grasslands, in frozen tundras, through deserts, on the sea, in the air, I love every act of war that can occur upon this earth.
I love blasting the enemy to smithereens with artillery salvos that thunder across the lines of battle.
My heart leaps with joy whenever a soldier is tossed into the air and cut to pieces by well placed sniper rounds.
And there is nothing like a tank operator using a Tiger 88 to destroy enemy tanks. And the feeling that comes when a soldier run…Read more >
((I couldnt post this on Creepypasta wiki because they are dicks, but whatever. Here is the creepypastaa wrote hope you like it. "Somethings Wrong- Myuuji" ))
This is a story that I've never really thought much of until recently, and this is my first time posting here so Please Forgive Me if it is a little all over the place. So i guess i will give a bit of back-story, my name is Jack. At time of writing its been 3 months to the day since I experianced the events i shall re-tell. At the time this happened i was dating a girl named Jess (name changed to hide identity), whom I had been with for a month or so.
It was about 1:00 AM and we had gone out to a local coffee house for breakfast. As we are sitting there she tells me that she had invite…Read more >
I can hear it....the rain, as i beats softly against the window....like the pitter patter of tiny feet on a hardwood floor. it falls like all the tears i wish i could cry for you....for everyone. The thunder rolling off in the distance like the bombs falling durring a blitzcreig....and the lightining cracking the sky causeing shadows to flash across my wall...dancing around the room like a shadows masqurade ball...i lay here in bed as the cold air flows in from the vent on the far side of the room...snuggled under my sheets and stairing directly at the ceiling....counting the seconds between the lightening strikes and the thunder that follows in suit....thinking of you...unable to sleep....i roll over to my side and as another flash of lig…Read more >