Karagasa: The Patchwork Troll

Karagasa was always teased as a trolling. He stayed away from other trollings, and was very creative and hard-working. One night, he created a ragdoll. He had many adventures with it, and had it with him wherever he went. While he was venturing with his "Steve" as he would call him, he came upon an old witch hag. She said that his friend could be even better. He couldn't put an offer down like this! He agreed, and they started the ritual. But, something went wrong during it and the ragdoll was combined with HIM! He became the patchwork troll. He DEFIANTLY didn't want to be teased with this. He created himself a maul, and smelted it to his hand. He doesn't feel pain, and he uses this to his advantage. With his maul, and his fabric skin, he turned into an immortal being. That is; until someone rips the stuffing out! Now, he will always be with his beloved Steve. Happy ending. Blah blah blah. /smile :)

Lydia, the Dark Healer

I drew this, and now here is her story!

Lydia was born with arcane arts, and a dark desire. When she was just two years, she was sent off to learn how to use her arcane gifts. She wanted to leave the school, and learn her own way of magic. After five years in her prison of good magic, she finally created a tomb of spells for her to mend when she escaped. Six months later, she created her first dark spell. It was a sacrificial healing spell. She had to have blood, (Or LOTS of mana) to cast it. She snuck into the headmasters quarters one night, and cast it. He died, and she used the spell to heal a dying student. With all the commotion of him being dead, she silently escaped the school the night after. After a month of searching for a new home, and healing herself using weak villagers from small towns she passed, she found and open tomb in an old graveyard. She decided to live here, as it was 10 miles away from a village, making it so she could still heal herself, while staying hidden. There she lived for 190 years, creating sacrificial magic. After the town was deserted, and no more villagers remained, she had to feed off the life of animals. This only sustained her slightly, and she died withing 5 years of them leaving. On her last full moon, the sky above the graveyard was blood-red, and she cast her final spell: for her to be resurrected in 400 years. She awakened, more stronger and ever, and now she has found her old graveyard to be the sewers of New York City. She had lost her tomb during her rest, and has set out to find it. She stalks the dark alleyways, subway tunnels, and sewer systems for her long-lost tomb.

Panglou's Awesomesause Valentines ♥ Wizaversary! :)

Yup! You heard me right! I joined on Valentines Day 2 years ago. It was a cold crisp day... Err... Thats another story. Back to the point, here are the details for the party!

RSVP: Comments/ Twitter

Time: 4:30-5:30 MTV (Port bus will arrive @Vampire 1, Nightside, 4:15.

Date: February 14, (Happy Valentines Day! )

I hope to at LEAST get 10 people there. If I don't, my dreams will be crushed! (Tehe! ☺)

Peace!

Panglou