Word has it, Taxon, that there's going to be a party. These rumors are not untrue, for one slaying has arranged something of a get together for the Fourth of July. Unfortunately, the Extras have caught wind of this soirée and are already in the presence of crashing it, rocking those holey jeans and chilling with some Lynyrd Skynyrd and good ol' Hank ( Read more... )

Eowyn woke up slowly. The last she remembered was that she had passed out on a battlefield. She slowly pushed herself up from the cold floor, wincing when she put pressure on her broken arm, which had been tended to, though she couldn’t think of anyone who would have done so. She also noticed that she was no longer in the armor she had worn, but ( Read more... )