Post by THRYM on Mar 25, 2012 1:38:12 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x159/luvpuppynothing/Graphics-icons/batch%2018%20misc/hades3.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #885588 solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x159/luvpuppynothing/Graphics-icons/batch%2018%20misc/hades6.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #885588 solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #885588; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #885588 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS 254 ❚ TAGS vann~ ❚ NOTES trololol this is the worst thing i have ever written OH WELL DON'T CARE[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;] Dun Loireag. Never before had Thrym been so bored in the floating city – even the soft music and breathtaking graphics were dulled to him, the lassitude of watching clouds drifting by dragging him into a pit of listless despair. He was sprawled on his back, feet dangling off the edge of one of the many bridges connecting the city, his staff resting across his lap. With the way his day was going, he might as well log off – he didn’t want to train, no one was rising to his taunts, and the server was generally pretty empty for this time of day. A sigh escaped his lips and he clambered to his feet, leaning against his staff as he stared out at the world. ”I’ll give it a few minutes,” he muttered to himself, and walked slowly back towards the center of town. An NPC offering basic information crossed his path, and with a wry smile he prodded the man in the shoulder, only offering more pokes when the NPC responded. That, too, quickly grew boring, and he soon left to pace the town yet more. Perhaps he could find some low-level quest to take part in – but after several minutes of listening to dry, scripted tales, he decided that wasn’t what he wanted to do, either. In the words of the wise: When in doubt, plank. Irritated, mumbled words breathed out, only barely audible, he faceplanted right in the middle of the road, adamantly clutching his staff and daring someone to approach him. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style] |
