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1st of Griham, 351 E.O.D, Altalusia Marshlands. The padded drumming of the horse hooves rushed across the slick, sodden soil of the... -
“Scared little bitch,” she growled to the shadows, hands balled into fists. She turned around and kicked at a pile of trash, the only...
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Having direction in life was a godsend. Whatever thoughts had began shattering the foundation of Rinrose's mind were washed away by the...
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All that was around her was fire and panic and the screams of the dead. But she sprinted for her life, her knees aching from spilling...
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A low rumble of satisfaction built slow in her chest, getting stuck in her throat, completely guttural. He offered himself to her...
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There was a glance towards Garrod and his apprentice from Maria, a look that was smug and knowing. She had trained Aysel well, clearly...
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Garuda replied to the thread Private An Ash Strewn Hope [M].Grenmerrie knew Forbitter would bolt. Had spent long enough in the stables to learn of the foul beast's skittish temperament. She knew...
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The horses scream. Rent awake by a chorus of terror from horse, and hound, from shrieking flocks and coughing fox as they speed away...
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"Helena," he replied gruffly, voice barely his own. Dejan stood there for a few unflinching moments as Dawn's captain shed the tears...
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The Knights of Anathaeum were supposed to help people around the Vale with magical things. Asher had come to the Monastery seeking aid...
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Part of her knew it was absurd, arguing the order in which they should conduct business. And so too was it unreasonable to draw her hand...
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Shortly after being sworn into knighthood, Innis left her home in the monastery to serve under the til Clemonde family. The Marsh Lords...
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Caelia's hand loosened on the bottle, for she felt the grip of his hand secure the weight of the bottle. His touch warmed her, so unused...
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Show me her, Leo asked of the Shroud. The Shroud that was too eager to give her power, but the moment she needed something, the Shroud...
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Of course Sverod didn't give up his prized possession, the Aembra's Kiss. Instead he pulled out a nice brandy and poured three glasses...
