Rayne Pyrrhus


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Artwork of my Mass Effect OC done recently by WackArt.

Please do not use this image for anything, thanks.


Prokogg: Part 2


While he didn’t know for certain what the translation on the chunk of rock that he held said, he had theories and he was confident that they weren’t far off from being accurate. ” The Lost city has to be down here, “Fizzit said aloud more to reassure himself than it was the others. He knew Quossa would follow him to the deepest , darkest places in Aerona if he asked her to. Rezzik , however, would be impossible to convince without seeing the city for himself.


The trio of explorers continued on down the tunnel. With each step that he took, Fizzit could gradually feel the walls pressing in on him more tightly and path ahead him seemed to appear ever darker. Now that the group had ceased talking, Fizzit could hear little more than the sound of the trio’s footsteps slapping loudly against the damp stone floor and the occasional, distant chattering of what he assumed to be bats. Fizzit had lost track of time and wasn’t sure how long the trio had been moving down this passage that seemed to be without end. It could have been little more than a few minutes or a few hours. It was difficult to discern when a bored mind was always prone to becoming impatient in an instant.


Several more minutes passed and the scenery didn’t change. The passage continued to stretch on , the walls had become so narrow now that the party had to move in single file and it had become so dark now that Fizzit’s torch didn’t illuminate their way more than a few steps ahead.


Now Rezzik was complaining again, but rather than being angry, Fizzit could perceive the rising fear in his companion’s voice. This time, Quossa didn’t tease him for being paranoid. More than likely, Fizzit thought, she was worried now too.


“Fizzit, we should turn back, ” Rezzik said nervously, his voice weak and trembling like a frightened child’s.


This time, Fizzit was actually considering the suggestion. “Maybe we’ll head back, ” he said tentatively, ” return back to base camp and prepare better and then come back. ”


Rezzik shook his head, but Fizzit couldn’t see the gesture, ” You come back if you want, but count me out. ”


“Pfft. Coward, “Quossa chuckled.


“Call me whatever you want , but I didn’t see you rushing to help the others when the Darkstalkers took the others.”


“Neither did you!” Quossa napped back angrily.


Fizzit sighed as his colleagues started bickering again. He was about to tell them to both shut up when he noticed something small and glowing up ahead in the tunnel along the right wall. Wordlessly he hurried ahead while Quossa had turned around to bicker with Rezzik behind her.


As he closed in on the glowing anomaly, Rezzik felt his hands warming. He looked down and gasped, “The tablet! Gaddjet’s belt! It’s glowing too! ” Studying both the tablet and the glowing symbol on the wall , he noticed, “Fascinating, they’re the same.”


His colleagues were oblivious, their voices raised towards one another in accusation. Though he was engrossed in his discovery, Fizzit hadn’t forgotten that the underworld was not a place where a surfacer wanted to draw attention to themselves. The Darkstalkers had a keen sense of hearing and they more than likely could hear Rezzik and Quossa’s dispute. “Sssh. Quiet , you two, ”  Fizzit cautioned.


His colleagues either ignored  him or they didn’t hear him. Either way, their yelling seemed to only increase in volume every second.


Annoyed, Fizzit spun around and shouted, “ENOUGH!”

Prokogg Story


Author’s Note: For now, I’m using the names of Guild Wars 2 OCs I’ve created. This may change later on , but it should be noted that Prokogg aren’t goblinoid creatures like the asura but rather reptilian creatures which will be drawn/described once I’ve wholly realized a design for them that appeals to me best.


Three small hooded figures moved through the dark, narrow tunnel with cautious , shuffling steps. The trio moved together in unison with one of the figures positioned slightly ahead of the other two. The leading figure held a small burning torch elevated a few inches above his head and out before him, casting a dim light  before the trio.


“This is pointless, Fizzit,” one of the three figures protested loudly, his irritated and growling voice resounding off the narrow tunnel walls and likely carrying for miles, “, we’re never going to find the Gate!  ”


The other two figures winced at the loudness of their companion’s complaint. Neither of them stopped moving, however. They’d come too far to turn back now.


“If you want to go home, Rezzik, no one is stopping you, ” the leading figure known as Fizzit replied calmly, “but don’t think for a moment that if we find the Gate that you’ll receive any credit for our findings. ”


“You won’t find anything down here,” Rezzik replied stubbornly, ” that’s because the Council was right. Maddgrin , well, his name’s a dead giveaway as to the nature of- ”


“Enough whining already, ” , the third figure sighed, ” for Gaddjet’s sake, Rezzik, that’s all you ever do. ”


“I’m not whining, ” Rezzik snarled,  “I’m merely being the rational voice here. Come on, Quossa, even YOU have to admit that you’ve started thinking that this entire expedition is a waste of time?” Fizzit sighed heavily, but Rezzik ignored him and ranted on, ” we’ve been blundering about down here in the dark for weeks. In that time we’ve only managed to lose two of our colleagues to Darkstalkers along with at least a day’s worth of supplies! And what do we have to show for all this trouble, hm? Some little worthless hunk of rock with crude drawings that have even less artistic technique than even the most simple-minded youngling could create!”


“Rational, you say?” Fizzit inquired , his tone sounding humored in spite of his growing annoyance. Quossa was right, of course, all Rezzik had done since their little expedition had left home was complain. Fizzit found himself constantly wondering why someone like Rezzik, who didn’t seem the least bit interested in knowing the history of their people, would volunteer to go with him.  “I’d say you’re more ignorant and impatient than anything else.”


“And paranoid,” Quossa added with a snicker.


Rezzik bristled at the sound and though he couldn’t see her face, he could imagine the smug look on her face. “Laugh it up,” he growled, ” if the Darkstalkers return to finish us, you won’t find that so humorous. ”


The mention of the insidious creatures caused the trio to be silent for several minutes. A part of Fizzit was somewhat grateful for it. Rezzik’s complaints were nothing new to him for ever since the team had lost two of its members , he’d been constantly questioning the worth of the expedition. Was it right to continue? Could he sacrifice more lives? However, every time he thought of turning around and going back to the surface, he thought of his father and the Council- people who doubted him , told him that his career was a waste of potential . The Gate was lost. The Prokogg would never return to their former home nor would they ever known the glory of the Old Days.


Fizzit clutched the bit of broken rock in his free hand tightly as if it were the most important thing that he owned. He hadn’t bothered to argue with Rezzik but the bit of rock he held in his hand was a piece of a writing tablet and those ‘crude drawings’ weren’t simply drawings. They were runes belonging to the Old Words, a ‘dead’ language that his people hadn’t known for thousands of years. Fizzit had devoted his life to studying the Prokogg, the ancestors of his people.

Home Again


Got home last night.

Learned a few things this weekend:

  1. I really do hate the Wii and Wii U.
  2. Skyward Sword is shit.
  3. Having air conditioning is nice.
  4. My niece and nephew are the most adorable little bundles of trouble