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Thread: Hearthstone: Heroes of Warcraft

Herp derp I'm a mage.
Thread: Hearthstone: Heroes of Warcraft

Best... Mage... Ever...
Thread: Hearthstone: Heroes of Warcraft

I actually like the small deck sizes - makes your card draw more reliable. I despise having everything be based on luck which is why I've generally avoided card games since I used to play the Pokemon TCG back in middle school. I've been enjoying Hearthstone quite a bit, though - been mostly playing Priest and Rogue. Divine SpiritInner Fire is so, so broken in all the best ways.
Thread: Hearthstone: Heroes of Warcraft

How simular is this to Magic the Gathering?
Thread: Hearthstone: Heroes of Warcraft

current metas rush warlock for card draw, paladin for free 11, control mages for passive 1 dmg and removal, druids for making your hero 11 and buffsremoval. That's about it. For rush decks you want your mana curve to look like 00 16-8 26-8 35-6 45 for control decks you want to focus on taunters and surviving to mid-late game by the time you have 8-10 mana before dropping some huge mobs and buff combos to finish off your opponent. Been playing for a while now, my favorite is my warlock rush and my priest monster deck. I get can a 3030 in 2 turns after 6 mana if everything works out for me
Thread: A Grandfather She Knew Nothing About (Google)

Cassidee Williams was a poor lamb, a 16-year-old girl whose parents had just died in a car accident. That was what everyone knew, what everyone was saying about her. That is, everyone back in her home town. Blissfully, she was away from all of that now, in the terminal of an airport that she had never seen in a city she had never been...about to meet a man she had never even hard of before until a few days ago at the reading of her parents' will. The man reading it had frowned, upon realizing there was no provision for who would take care of the young woman who was sitting in the room surrounded by family friends. The will was short, mostly that all assets would go in a trust fund to Cass. There was really nothing else. Cass wasn't surprised. She didn't have much family other than her mother and father. She knew she had grandparents, somewhere, but had never really heard of them. She didn't know this man, her grandfather, had existed until her temporary guardian had found him through some quick research. So, that was the deal then. She would be shipped to a new place with someone who was supposedly family. She bit her lip as she exited the airplane and started toward baggage check. All of her other things would be shipped to her - her bedding, books, the rest of her clothes. Most of her parents things were put into storage to be held for her later. So, all she had was her purse, her carry-on with a few books and necessities, and her one bag with enough clothing to get her by for a few weeks. She felt wretched in the clothes she was wearing - skinny jeans, boots, a sweater - as she had been wearing them on the plane. Somehow planes always made you feel dirty. Her eyes scanned the terminal and she walked toward baggage claim and her fingers tore at the wings the captain had given her as well as the sticker form unaccompanied minor on her chest. She grabbed her bag, a massive floral box with two wheels, and went toward the ARRIVALS sign. She had no idea what he would look like. Maybe like her? She had auburn hair, freckles. She was short, though, and suspected he would be tall. Maybe with green eyes like her or blue eyes like her mother? He was her mother's father. She had never spoken about him and Cass had never really thought to ask. Now she wish she would have. But she wished so many things. She scanned the crowd, friends welcoming friends, strangers moving toward their cabs, family members hugging. She really had no idea what to expect.
Thread: Hawksong(moon/lady)

Catalina- Cat to most people- Santana looked around the archery room as she stepped inside. Her own recoil bow held lightly in her hand as she looked around her, turning her head slightly towards the sound of a bow being drawn back. Even if she couldnt see him, she knew hawkeye had spotted her, and was somewhere in the room. Raising her hands and holding the bow out away from her, making it obvious she wasnt a danger to him, she swallowed. Agent barton?Im Catalina Santana.She said introducing herself, though theyd told her he was back to normal, and no longer compromised, she also knew hed lost his partner, and had no interest in startling a man as good as this assassin with her appearance when he was guilt and grief ridden. Tall, nearly as tall as Clint himself, the woman was a picture of lithe slender beauty. Her chocolate brown hair was cut to frame her face, slightly longer in the front then in the back, though not like natashas had been, more like shed grown her bangs out to hide features to beautiful to pass unnoticed in a crowd. Which was what she had wanted, a easier way to pass unnoticed for a few moments. Her skin was a bronzy tan, that spoke of islands and sand, but it was her voice that spoke of the northern steppes, of Russia. While her and Natasha had very little in common in appearance, and Catalina was easily 3 years younger than both master assassins, the woman spoke English the same way Natasha did, with a slight accent of Russia mingled, though Catalinas wasnt as strong as natashas had been, shed left as a child, long before it had left its scars on her soul. But the home she had found, had left its own marks. hawkeye?She said after a moment eyes searching the dim lighted room, sounding slightly curious to see if she was wrong. Maybe her senses were wrong, and he wasnt in the room with her.
Thread: Hawksong(moon/lady)

Clint was miserable, and trying to hide it. he couldn't beleive that he had gotten Natasha killed. he couldn't beleive that she was dead and gone and wouldn't be coming back. he had been the light of his life for so long... no they hadn't been a couple, they had tried but they where a little too similar for that to work. she had been his little sister, his family, and now she was gone because he hadn't protected her. he pulled his string back again and again, releasing 'empty' arrows again and again into the massive array of moving targets. some as small as a quarter, some that moved as fast as a car, a combination of sizes, speeds, and colors. Clint had designed this for himself, and Natasha had loved it just as much as him. now she couldn't enjoy the new addition... a Loki head added just so that Clint could see how many times he could shoot the bastard in the face. he pulled back his bow again and paused as he heard a voice call out into the darkness. yes, Catalina Santana. Fury had told him he wanted her to be trained. Clint wanted to hate Fury for that, because he'd trained Natasha too, and she'd died because he hadn't trained her well enough. he studied her from the shadows, head cocked to the side. she knew he was here, she'd heard him, good hearing, but her instincts, and her senses were not well trained. she was tall, but not muscled enough, she had skills, but was still too green. he doubted this girl had ever even seen a battle, let alone a war. finally he slid through the room, hidden from her eyes and on steps so light even a cat couldn't hear him, he stepped behind her. you need to work on your other senses. eyes and hearing are not everything. he warned her. your sense of touch, and awareness could easily have realized where i was, long before i moved... we'll work on that. his voice was emotionless, blank, his face the same, but his eyes where filled with a deep pain that only one who had lost his entire world could have. you are an Archer, and an Archer cannot always rely on sight. in fact, more often than not, you will be as blind as a bat, trying to find your prey. he turned away from her for a moment and moved into the room again. this is the archery room. where you will learn to hone your aim and your senses of space and distance. he hit a button and went into the room and started yanking out his arrows once all the targets had stopped moving. everything was dead center. you will try, so i can see how much talent you really have. Fury's letting his 'talent hunting' slip a little low these days.
Thread: Hawksong(moon/lady)

Catalina turned her head slightly at the sound of his approach, finding him as soon as he moved, soft brown hair falling into her eyes as she looked over her shoulder to look at him frowning slightly as she studied the man. She wanted to get angry with him for the words, but she knew it was rifght. She knew she had a lot to learn, and even as good as she was, Fury had sent her to work with her, to work with the best of the best. Looking at the room around her she raised her bow, so similar to his, though the thing was a little more slender, and lighter then his, made for a womans hand. Though not nearly as well muscled as him, she had stayed in shape to just be able to pull the bow back. Raising it, she cocked the arrow, her fingers brushing her cheek as she turned a ltitle, watching the target move for a moment, unlike Natasha who favored hand to hand or guns, the woman was using his weapon of choice, and looked beautiful and talented doing it. Letting the string go she stayed tense and ready as she watched the arrows progress, lowering the bow just as the arrow hit, though not a perfect dead center on lokis forehead, she had managed to put one through his eye. I think I like this roomShe muttered looking around her.
Thread: Hawksong(moon/lady)

Clint just stared at her, as if daring her to comment. when she didn't, he motioned for her to continue. he watched her put an arrow through Loki's eyes and felt a tingle of delight, not because she had good aim, but because imagining hurting Loki always made him tingle. you have one minute. he stated. starting from the time i say Green, tot eh moment i say Red. once i say Green you will immidiatly attempt to hit as many targets as possible, as close tot he center as you can get. this will give be a good picture of how well you work while under duress or stress. are you ready? is your quiver full? then you start in three, two, one, Green. he watched arrows thudding into the targets, his head cocked to the side. still emotionless, not a sign of what he was thinking. she needed more practice, she was very good. Fury was right to have recruited her, but she still needed a lot of training. Three, Two, One. Red! he called out at the minute mark and popped the button and examined the targets to see how well she'd done. we're going to have a lot of work. your arm get's tired too easily, and that's when your aim starts to lag. we'll work on endurance, muscle memory, and strength. of course you like this room, it's my room, focus please. he ordered simply. we will work on sensory deprivation as well, which will increase specific intended senses. since you, as most are, are so dependent on your eyesight, that is what we will work on first. he decided. you have your room already set up? i want to see you here again in an hour. bring every weapon you own for examination. if you have weak weapons, they will be replaced. i will teach you more than just archery, because sometimes Arrows run out, and sometimes you need something a little closer. he admitted simply before shooing her off and sighing. he really didn't want to have to deal with this crap. training some Russian girl with a Spanish name... training a girl period. he really wanted to strangle fury. he shot holes in Loki's face instead. when the girl returned, he indicated that she should lay out all her weapons on the bench so he could examine them properly.
Thread: Hawksong(moon/lady)

Catalina was quiet as she listened to his instructions, quietly agreeing to the shoot out, quickly shooting, but he was right. The longer she shot, the more she lagged, though not huge, she was starting to miss direct hits. Stopping when he said she panted ever so slightly as she looked up at him. Frowning slightly as she listened to his words, not that she didnt agree with him that she needed the training, it was just annoying that after so long at working on it, she still had awhile to go. Running a hand through her short hair she sighed, nodding.I do.She said wondering what they were going to do before nodding as she walked out. Knowing that he didnt want to do this, figuring it was easier to be quiet, do what he wanted, and just get away from him as soon as she could, because he didnt want her here. When she returned she was wearing a shoulder harass for knives along with the quiver for her arrows, sliding out the knives she laid the short sword on the bench, along with the two black well balanced hunting knives, a couple of throwing knives, and a small handbow that could be fired with one hand. Watching him examine things she looked around the room, already taking in everything around her, her fingers twitching slightly each time her eyes hit a target, as if she was imagining pulling back a bowstring to fire. And she was. Or as he examined the knives her fingers curled around a imaginary knife hilt, imaging getting in close and personal. Quiet as she pretended to fight the targets, but not totally spacing out, just waiting for him to finish. Not wanting to burden him more then she already was. Having seen up close and personal how much pain the man was in, and having heard about his partner, she had no desire to make things worse then fury already had.
Thread: Hawksong(moon/lady)

Clint watched the irritation and felt rather smug. he loved pissing people off. she didn't react otherwise though, she jut stayed quiet... meek... not a good personality for this kind of work, he'd have to find a way to work on that. he wished he didn't have to train this slip of a girl, he missed Natasha and that Russian accent made him want to cry. he closed himself deeper into the emotionless void that he'd been in since her death, not wanting to feel anything so he wouldn't hurt. he watched the girl as she came in, trying to keep himself as distant from her as he could. he was a bit worried about how twitchy she was before realizing that she just wanted to keep practicing. good. that would make training her a bit easier. she was eager to learn, he could push her harder and faster this way. he ran his fingers over each weapon, lifting an eyebrow. all state of the art, high standard. these are good weapons. but we're going to add long range, and short range guns to your arsenal as well. you might not carry them, but if you run out of weapons, you can pick up a gun from fallen enemies or allies. he admitted simply, handing her the throwing knives. show me your skill. he ordered, watching the knives thud into the targets before nodding. not that bad. i've seen worse. he admitted, a grudging almost compliment. we will work on that as well. come with me. we'll test your hand to hand skills. he ordered, leading the way out of the room. don't worry about your things, no one goes in there, and if they did, they wouldn't dare touch anything in there. because he would gut them... and he had once. some pathetic snot nosed green horn who was only there because of his daddy's connections had thought Clint needed to be 'taken down a peg'. he'd broken Clint's arrows... Clint had broken him. no one messed with Clint's crap again. Clint was not the one who gave her the hand to hand test, nor the short sword skills. instead another man did that, planting her on her ass time and time again before finally letting her up and giving Clint the report, Clint didn't need it, he had seen her skills... they would have to work on that... god he was tired. he just wanted to go crawl into bed and forget life existed.
Thread: Hawksong(moon/lady)

By the time she was through with the hand to hand the woman was feeling bruised and battered,not only in dbody but her pride. She'd been so proud of herself,though she had known she needed to still work on her skill, she hadn't realized just how far behind she really was. Not realizing that while clint and the trainer were srill above her in skills, she was still a far step over moat people. Cupping a hand under her nose as she tilted her head back she winced feeling the blood draining down the back of her throat, the last blow having managed to bloody her nose. Shooting a glance sideways at the assasin watching her she sighed. Anniyance and anger in the look,expecting anything but praise. You don't want to work with me,which is fine, I don't want to work with a man who's going to hate me for something I can't change. But we're stuck,nd we're going to at least learn how to work together. I refuse to be miserable learning from the best teacher s.h.I.e.l.d has to offer.she said sounding angry and defensive,howing just how much learning to be better meant to her, even if it meant dealing with a man she knew would rather not even have another partner. Making a face she sighed,gesturing for him to say something.okay. Now that I've gotten that off my xhest,go ahead and tell me how horrible I am.she said expecting him to try and convince her she was so bad that she'd give up trying to bexome a full active agent.
Thread: Hawksong(moon/lady)

Clint stared at her for a long moment and then. don't lean your head back. you'll swallow the blood, it's bad for you. lean your head forward, let the blood drain out onto the floor, this is a Dojo, it's used to having blood stains. pinch the bridge of you're hose where the firmer bones are, this will close off the capillaries and stop the bleeding. he ordered, completely ignoring her comment on him hating her. and i'm not the best Shield has to offer, that is a lie they tell you to make you feel special. he stated simply. you have a long way to go, in comparison to people like me and Frank, but you are far above what most of the 'grunts' of shield have to offer. he stated simply. where you just a normal Shield Agent, you would already be done with training, as you are above standard for the idiots and the cannon fodder. foot soldiers basically. you, however, are not a normal operative. you are a Shield Specialist, and therefor you will be trained high above the standard. he stated glancing at the trainer Frank, who was looking amused. stop smiling at me Frank before i rip your spine out. the smile vanished. right now, you are sore, tired, and grumpy. good, it means that you understand that your place, as of right now, is at the bottom. amusement flashed through Clint's eyes. fortunately for you, that does not mean that you have to fetch coffee, and run paperwork. that's what the grunts are for. he spun on his heal and moved over to the pads, glancing at her. i will now show you what you will be capable of, once your training is finished. Frank groaned, took a deep breath, steeled himself... and got a beat down. once you can beat Frank, i will know that i can let you loose onto the world and not have to worry about you dying a stupid death. he stepped over frank who was laying on the ground and groaning. quit being a baby Frank. Frank just groaned. Drama Queen. Clint muttered and Frank groaned again. tomorrow, you will receive a schedule. you will follow this schedule to the letter. if you are late, miss something, or don't show up, i will hunt you down, and drag you there, and you will be severely punished. he leaned forward, his face inches from hers. and you do not want to be punished. the only way you get out of training is if i am on a mission... here he grumbled something she probobly wasn't meant to hear. not that i'm going to get to go on any with me being 'messed up' . or if you are too injured or too sick to train. in the case of THAT happening, you had BEST be in the hospital ward. he warned her. now. go take a hot bath, bitch about my unfair attitude to people who might give a damn, and be to the Archery Range at seven in the morning, on the dot, or earlier. understood?
Thread: Hawksong(moon/lady)

Catalina swallowed hard as she leaned her head forward pinching her nose, letting out a slight huffing sigh as her nose stopped bleeding, before snorting, wincing a little at the motion that made her nose hurt.Youre the best archer shield has to offer.She corrected rolling her eyes a little because she wasnt feeling special in any way at the moment before looking pleased at the idea she was okay. While not where she needed to be, or wanted to be, she wasnt hopeless. Looking amused as she realized he did indeed have a sense of humor, even if it was hidden under grief she smiled. Oh good. I hate coffee and paperwork, its good to have others for that.She mused leaning back onto her hands as she watched them fight before nodding at his words. Im sure youd be the most unpleasant person to come looking for me. Dont worry. Ill be where ever Im told to be.she said though she did pale slightly, but didnt jerk her head back, flushing slightly as her mind took a detour into the gutter as she considered what kind of punishment he could do to her before wincing slightly at his muttered words, remembering why fury wanted her with him. While CLint would have usually gotten a trainee after someone else had done the basics and gotten things started, he would have gone over the archery and weapons, but he was training her in everything, helping her refine everything she already knew. Which meant that fury had a legitimate excuse to not putting him back on active duty until he could have a partner whod watch his back. That was what fury wanted, not him to watch out for her, but for her to make sure that he didnt get himself killed. Not that shed confirm the suspicion for him if hed even thought about it. Im sure I can find someone to bitch to. See you in the morning clint.Catalina said smiling slightly as she stiffly walked out of the training room, not because she was angry, but because she was sore. In the morning Clint found her in the archery room even before he showed up, her soft brown hair in short braids tight to her head, the strands barely long enough to braid, but braided so itd stay out of her way, and while she wasnt using the archery room for what it was supposed to be used for, she was using it to dance. Wellsort of. She was doing a ballerinas form warm up, finding that the yoga stretches and tight ballerina moves could work well when paired with a bow, or simple hand to hand combat moves. Cracking a eye as she pivoted on her toe she pretended to be holding a bow before lowering her arms as hse sensed him walking into the room, and even if her senses werent as honed as his, she was aware of people getting closer to her. Good morning.She said moving to stand still, looking flushed and ready to work.