Wasting photographs on landscapes... what can i say simplemente me gustan y no me gusta arruinalos con mi foto

Winds of Change

Gods vs Mortals Vs Demons

sorry guys for all those who were not included I did not have photographs from you. Perdón a todos aquellos que no fueron incluidos no tenia sus fotos pero ya veran jejjejej cuando las tenga. OOPS Zeuz se borró tu foto pero escribire un nuevo blog contigo de tema central.

Beware........

dreams are dangerous............

DREAM DREAM DREAM.......

Galadriel vs niña elfa

"We hates it!!! Hatesss it!....forever!!!!"




Just imagine what does it feels to have a thousand of these in your head

para aquellos que jueguen magic ça c'est moi



y esta es la historia:

Kamahl's interference, and the Mirari's power,fuses Akroma and Phage into an awesomely powerful being encompassing all five colors. Karona, as this fledgling god calls herself, brings most of Otaria to its knees. Every race sees her as one of its own gods: to the soldiers and clerics, she appears to be the Ancestor; to the elves, she is the ultimate avatar of nature; and so on. Her Decrees to these races are short and sweet: wage war for her. And they do, with gusto. The entire continent is engulfed in one huge civil war, and due to his role in her creation, Kamahl stands alone as one of the only beings unaffected by Karona's commands. His only hope is to reach out to Ixidor, still imprisoned from the events of the Onslaught set, and together the two of them must try to stop Karona before her power grows to unstoppable proportions. Of course, in a battle this big, with the stakes so high, not everyone is going to get out of this alive.

Don't ever forget

"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so."

"Chaos is found in greatest abundance wherever order is being sought. It always defeats order, because it is better organized."

False face must hide what the false heart doth know

False of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand,
Hog in sloth; fox in stealth; wolf in greediness,
Dog in madness, lion in prey.

"Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. "