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By reflex more than anything else, Osytha snatches the twig out the air as it lops toward her. “Nay fear,” she tells Faramund, while... -
Garrod and the other one -- what was his real name, Dusk? Rust? -- were chatting in the way that men of some standing chatted. Saying...
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Karken reacted to Sabinian's post in the thread Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore with
Satisfying.
Smile fell flat the more the bard talked. It wasn't because her voice was unpleasant, on the contrary, she had a lovely voice, the sort... -
A bight of laughter clipped against Garrod's teeth. "Righteousness," kicked up his feet on the table and leaned back in his chair. Arms...
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Welcome to Barrow Falls This is a horror themed thread where memory blurs with nightmare, and meaning tends to shift the longer you...
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There was a big, padded arm chair right next to the fire. The kind with wide arms and a sloping wingback, perfect for curling up in and...
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“Aunty Osytha!” By the Eight, that bairn’s too damn precious. It only makes Osytha’s smile deepen, watching the young ’un almost trip...
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A half-hearted repartée to that, some off-colour remark about Faramund’s proclivities as a peeping Tom, dies before it leaves her...
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Still sealed up in the metal of his plate, bevor lowered, and kettle helm left on the saddle, Hector sets to a knee over Syr Lando...
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Just a flicker at the corner of Osytha’s eyes at that; a certain pull of mirth at her cheeks, there and gone again in a blink. “Aye,”...
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Karken reacted to Mina's post in the thread Open The more I see, the less I know for sure. with
Cute Pat.
What transpired betwixt the broken man and Venla, Mina could not say. Pooling anger. Sharp bitterness. Cold sadness. She could see... -
Karken reacted to Venla Thiel's post in the thread Open The more I see, the less I know for sure. with
Hype.
The evening died around them. The last light caught wet across Venla's throat. Vaaga spoke of punishment like it was mercy. Some men... -
Stressing the ‘syr’, there; reminding Osytha of who she is, what she can do. Toils, but she hopes Faramund doesn’t feel the need to...
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“Guffy, heald.” The slobbery assault ceases with Guffers, reluctantly, planting his rear firmly down. Still — that eager little face...
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Karken reacted to Saskia Kerraelas's post in the thread Private A Little Something to Take the Edge Off with Cute Pat.
Saskia scoffed, her sniffles still persisting as she mumbled to her friend. "Who in the world reserves a table at the Knoll?" But...
