Karken's latest activity
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Out ride Syrs Hector and Willard. Hector gives the reciprocate hand sign to his Sworn Kin. Quick flicks of wrist, and scrawl of finger... -
Too far — Osytha belts back across the field with every shred of speed she can rip from her horse, but she’s too far away from that...
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Rowan pulled forward her armonium lenses from their chain around her neck, which doubled as regular spectacles. She peered through them...
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Karken reacted to Venla Thiel's post in the thread Open The more I see, the less I know for sure. with
Troutin'.
"Should you survive this, you will answer before the Captains what happened here today." Venla looked at the squire for a long moment... -
Hector's brow quirked. "Fighting them?" his lips slanted lopsided. Weight of his sword at his hip, all to felt then and there. "Did...
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Karken reacted to Castor's post in the thread Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore with
Cute Pat.
The sound of approaching hooves pulled him away from the muted chatter within the hut. A shame too cause he'd heard something about... -
Faramund's report was hardly heartening. The whole waiting outside in the shadows thing had seemed excessive to Cydonia until she saw...
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Brinda tried. And tried. To weasel and wiggle her way out. "You gods damned mantis!" But don't you know a really fine blade has a...
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When she sees it, Osytha knows: that’s the busy scramble of men getting their shit in one sock. While the others deliberate, she’s tying...
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Karken reacted to Caelia Kerrigan's post in the thread Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore with Cute Pat.
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...
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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.
Her eyes followed her friend, a slight pout to her lips as she shoved the dresses she had been looking at back into their spot in the...
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Facing dead ahead, a grum cast to her features as Osytha squints in the glaring sunlight; masking, too, the play of her eyes through...
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It’s a searching kind of look, but for what, Osytha can’t say. She holds Faramund’s gaze for a second, then turns her head to scan down...
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“I’d sooner ’ope that critter stay put aback of us.” Osytha eyes the end of her now-poopstick, briefly appraising its potential for...
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"Turn around and take off your dress." Aysel didn't bother nodding or speaking, pivoting on a heel until her back was facing her mentor...
