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The dunes ahead shimmered wrong. Not heat-haze wrong—something deeper. Like the desert itself had begun to blink. The sands no longer... -
Osytha sniffs. “S’pose et’s got ets advantages ower city life,” she concedes. “Ets fair share of downsides an’ all, mind you. ’S a bit...
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Garuda reacted to Caelia Kerrigan's post in the thread Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore with
Troutin'.
If Sabinian had not taken the liberty to speak, Caelia was sure she would have simply stared at the bard for her boldness. The doubt... -
She remembered her sister asking the same once, many years ago. Before favouritism had been laid out before Madelief and soured her very...
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Garuda reacted to Haelyn's post in the thread Open The more I see, the less I know for sure. with
Satisfying.
Her brown eyes bore into Venla for a few seconds because she let out an incredulous laugh. "Leave you behind?" Even if that other man... -
Beneath Selene's robes, a smooth and steady scar runs along the bottom of her ribcage. One of many. A knight she is, and her years of...
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Gante grimaced as the bottle found his hands. He'd asked for a plan, not an entierro. "Thought you were smarter than this Blanco...
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Garuda reacted to The Prince of Tatters's post in the thread Open All Roads Lead to Hestio with
Fire.
When I found you, you were broken and shambling. A noble and gaudy thing turned wretched by the works of evil men. Now you lay beneath... -
It’s so very, very quiet in the aftermath. The glade itself, that as well; this green-draped screen encircling them holds the world at...
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The forest was quiet. So… so… quiet. In the hazy light of dusks onset, no birds came to flitter about the branches, no foxes squealed...
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Garuda reacted to Nere Ashorn's post in the thread Open that sign can't stop me, because I can't read with
honk.
The other woman splashed the cooling water up into the air, and some of it got on her face. It made the little twists of hair at her... -
All piled in to the escape that the red handed man made for them, the steadiest on their feet heaving the wounded above broken bricks...
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“Mind the peeven Of Syr Steven, Who t’walways needs Himself relieven’.” The corners at Osytha’s lips flutter madly — the gravity of it...
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Osytha glances over the loci on Hector’s body as he had indicated them, and which now bear the seals in shimmering resin: Loch, Life...
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The innkeeper in Sevin did not look surprised when Duscan stepped through the door. They simply reached under the counter and dropped a...
