Garuda's latest activity
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Harried hands hooked into the hollows of the scholar's axillae, pulling him up and forth from a taxonomical study of ink, paper, dust... -
More blood spills onto the ground, seeping into cobbled cracks and dripping down, down, down. Against pipe and siphon, gear and Wall...
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-------- A life lived, dug deep, Hard Sworn, Returned. -------- There he stood, resolute, grounded. An oak that nary swayed even under...
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Garuda reacted to Hla the Sightless Seer's post in the thread Private The Less I Know the Better with
ples.
Every bit of kindness that was shown to the former Seer elicited the same response: a freeze, tenseness that was drawn from uncertainty... -
“T’Pursuit of Life nivver were Syr Jeoff’s strong point, nay,” reminisces Osytha, knelt by the flame and hand-feeding it a steady diet...
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Garuda reacted to Alouette D’aureville's post in the thread Private A Touch So Warm Time Stands Still with
Satisfying.
Alouette wouldn't have left on her own. Roki's words reminded her that she could go where she wanted, that she didn't need to watch the... -
Too soon, the signal went out, summoning the newbloods into the fray. With no need to pick and choose, Faramund surrendered himself to...
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Stubborn hand waved Syr Caelia's offering away, careful to not turn his head to the brew that held the alluring smell. Sabinian...
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Garuda reacted to Caelia Kerrigan's post in the thread Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore with
honk.
"Or perhaps you are quick to doubt," Caelia said, offering the curious small bowls she used as coffee cups for the others. "For the Lady... -
His tongue was wet and hot between her fingers. For a long while, Aysel was silent, watching him work. She appreciated how thoroughly he...
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Suddenly, all was red and green and the darkness fled the dance. The hungry beast, who had been so excited to feast upon torched flesh...
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Guffy’s appetite for pats apparently now sated, Osytha watches him up and trot over to Syrs Lefelen and Landonsera. Something...
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All that sneaking around, moving in unison, silencing the hinges on the door, making sure the breeze stilled along with the noise...
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“El chupacabras?” Osytha’s voice emerges from somewhere behind Forbítter, where she continues to fossick around for more necessities...
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Handing his sabre to Lethram, Faramund rushed to assist his Dawn sister as she dragged the unfortunate lump out of sight, hoisting the...
