|From a ShikaTema photoshoot I had with dante-kimachi and Kazzle. Much fun was had and more pictures are to follow ^_^|
Flight of the Valkyrie 14They were coming. Now was the time for action! The drums of war had sounded; Darmania had-just as planned-incurred the wrath of the British Empire. Intelligence from agents and infiltrators in London indicated that the claws of the lion were being unsheathed at this very moment. Preparations had to be made, not only to defend against the oncoming armada that Britain was preparing, hoping to deliver righteous justice upon their foes, but also preparations to obtain the Count and as many of his crew as could be kept alive.Flight of the Valkyrie 14 by sjbonnar
"Is it satisfied for now?" The 'Darmanian' asked his own crew and the largest of the men nodded with a grin, clicking something back together on the gun-arm that had replaced his lost right arm.
"Good, and how goes the preparations for our guests?" He smirked as the cage was lifted from the pit in the centre of Carmali, the central city in Darmania. It had gone down full of British Citizens and now was being pulled up completely empty with the bars savaged more and mor
Flight of the Valkyrie 15The Captain took a staggered step backwards as the smoke began to clear and a regular visual was possible without the need of his advanced monogoggle.Flight of the Valkyrie 15 by sjbonnar
"Cap'n...how's that possible!?" Skye asked, turning to him with wide eyes.
"I...have no idea!" Louis grabbed onto the nearest speaking tube and shouted into it, "Genevieve, Aurora, explain to me how in the name of God the largest ship of the Darmanian ship was able to redirect the Teleforce Cannon's beam!?"
Louis was staggered as he watched the undamaged Darmanian flagship.
"Captain I..." Gen's voice wavered a little.
"Similarly charged particles, Captain." Aurora's accent was obvious and brought Louis to attention.
"The Cannon works by charging particles and focussing them inside a vacuum tube before repulsion is created in the barrel and amplified to the point where the particles are forced from the tip of the barrel at incredible speeds." Aurora explained quickly, trying desperately to put this into layman's terms for the C
Akkarin and SoneaIts late, Sonea thought blearily, hours till dawn. Why am I awake?
Something cut into her neck and hand pressed firmly down over the skin. Her eyes flew open.
A dark figure was looming over her. Shocked, she drew on her magic to shield, and was alarmed to find her power trickling away, leaving her exhausted and helpless. Who ever it was, they were a Black Magician.
She drew in breath to scream, but a second hand covered her mouth.
If you try and call out to anyone mentally, Ill kill you, understand? Her attackers voice had a familiar accent. Sachakan. Takan? He didnt know Black Magic. Then who else?
With a rush of fear Sonea remembered a night over a year ago when she had returned to the High Lords Residence to find a magical battle in the basement. Akkarin had killed a man with Black Magic in front of her, but before he had the man pleaded for his life. Akkarin had said the man had been a Sachakan assassin sent to kill him had anot
A Norwegian cosplayer and Steampunker. Currently trying to improve her skills as a photographer and at working with photoshop. Wish me luck! |
Current Residence: Tromsø, Norway
Favourite style of art: manga, fantasy
Skin of choice: umm... my own!
Personal Quote: "Day: N. Period of twentyfour hours, mostly misspent. "