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Faramund replied to the thread Private Forced Divide.Handing his sabre to Lethram, Faramund rushed to assist his Dawn sister as she dragged the unfortunate lump out of sight, hoisting the... -
Faramund replied to the thread Private Now Hands That Build.Her words lulled him into a wishful state of thought. Soft. Melodic, almost. Aye, yesterday was done, and no amount of reflection on his...
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Faramund replied to the thread Private Now Hands That Build.'I trust you, with my life.' Faramund did not draw away or retreat within himself. Bad habits died hard, and yet, despite it all, Osytha...
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Faramund replied to the thread Private Now Hands That Build.Kind. Faramund found that difficult to believe. I killed two men today, he thought, quietly. One of them couldn't have been much older...
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Faramund replied to the thread Private Now Hands That Build.Sando, Bebin and Rimebol. Three powerhouses, in their own right, though the Eight knew how much of a cunt Syr Rimebol could be given...
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Faramund replied to the thread Private Now Hands That Build.The Mund's eyes widen at the strange expression. 'Quack, quack,' he replies, his voice a whisper. Placing his sword belt aside, he...
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Faramund replied to the thread Private Now Hands That Build.With the field cleared and daylight waning, the decision was made to set camp for the night. Dismounting, the goodfolk fell into the...
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Faramund replied to the thread Private Now Hands That Build.'No arguing.' Crisis averted, Faramund slipped from his saddle to join Osytha in the dust as Lesota's outburst comes to an abrupt end...
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Faramund replied to the thread Private Now Hands That Build.Contrary to the tales bards tell, of whooshing arrows and archers built like brick shithouses, rarely does one hear the arrow coming...
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Faramund replied to the thread Private Forced Divide.'Looked scared shitless,' replied the Mund, 'but otherwise well enough.' The clipped horns were new, the result of getting into bed with...
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Faramund replied to the thread Private Now Hands That Build.Four against seven. Ermines, Stripes, and a lone Cockerel out of his depth and floundering. Not bad odds, considering. Faramund had...
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The month of Hochtar, 351 E.O.D A league from Akkelon, City of Silver What goes around comes around... Something was not quite right...
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Faramund replied to the thread Private Now Hands That Build.Faramund watched as the space betwixt trunks came alive with movement, shadowed forms darting hither and yon, drawing the eye and...
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Faramund replied to the thread Private Now Hands That Build.'You do that,' the dawnling replied, turning in place. 'Mockin' up a charge with Forbs 's like as not to turn into the real thing,' he...
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Faramund replied to the thread Private Now Hands That Build.'At the very least we'll be able to knock some confidence into them, ensure they don't break and run the second things kick off.'...