Karken's latest activity
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Karken reacted to Walter Thornley's post in the thread Open Surely we'll sing of no little thing with
Cute Pat.
Has jealousy tinted the slightest corner edge of his mind when the attention of the lad turned to Agatha. Fingers furled ever so... -
"You will do no such damned thing, Syr Kerraelas," came the voice of one Syr Bebin Theros, cutting through the soup of mist swirling...
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It was odd to be considered living divinity, when all she had shared with the greatest Saint of all was a name and bloodline. Even if...
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It was simple mathematics - he was not being defeatist, he was being factual. Numbers was a favorite game of too many a lord who did not...
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Syr Innis is standing by, hands still splayed out behind her on the tile as she mulls over Akke's words. A childhood home. Nothing to...
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Karken reacted to Caelia Kerrigan's post in the thread Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore with
Troutin'.
Her body called for more rest, but Caelia took to the shore with the rest of her party. It was not sleep she needed, but her body... -
Karken reacted to Hector's post in the thread Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore with Troutin'.
Hector tilted his head. Seeing the change in the earth. The way it all swirled and stuck. Like the sheen off tar, or black oil. He knew...
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“I used to lose sleep over what I’d call my sword,” Osytha admits with a sheepish grin. “Up until I was, what, twelve? Then when I...
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Saskia winced the moment she heard and saw Syr Kaarle. She did not hide it, letting her expression freely show just how she was feeling...
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A flutter of laughter fell from Helena's breath. Low and thrumy against the air. There was the spark. The tender little thing. Glowing...
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A POSSIBLY USEFUL GUIDE TO LEAH DIALECT OR: WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS SHE ON ABOUT? GENERAL NOTES THE NOT-SO DEFINITE ARTICLE You will see...
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A long daggerous claw gleamed with the fire light there behind Kilhara. Eyes so dilated they looked to be a pair of eclipsed moons, wide...
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"Can call me Jim if it suits you, Ma'am," he went on, heel toe, heel toeing with the fiddle's wail. Never one to shy away from a dance...
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More giggling with her legs in the air; a strange laugh of pain, from his fingers kneading every hardship out her feet until they’re...
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Karken reacted to Kaira Yehven's post in the thread Private Burn the Saints Inside You with Cute Pat.
Her steps had slowed and her boots taking her to come to pause at the side of the path, allowing the soldiers to pass her. Only they did...
