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Osytha replied to the thread Private Home Away From Home.“And what about you? Scholar? Scribe? Future village elder?” It’s not just the nose and hair — Leofric has also inherited his mother’s... -
Hector hears it before he sees it. The scrabble scratch scrap of a wee and loyal lad. His ear and a half twitch to the pant pant tongue...
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Osytha replied to the thread Private Now Hands That Build.Osytha’s free hand comes and rests, palm-up over her eyes, as the corners of her mouth pull down taut in effort against a rising grin...
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Momo paused in the doorway for a moment, blinking against the warm glow spilling from the kitchen. For a heartbeat he simply stood...
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Osytha replied to the thread Private Restoration.Neat, quick, and parsimonious — not a movement wasted in the newcomer’s take-down of young Fletchley. Osytha notes it all as she wipes...
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With a Primus Khashatrii for a mother and a member of the Magistus Imperatis for a father, is it any wonder that the likes of Faine...
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Sando, Bebin and Rimebol. Three powerhouses, in their own right, though the Eight knew how much of a cunt Syr Rimebol could be given...
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Osytha replied to the thread Private An Ash Strewn Hope.The more Osytha listens, the more she realises — she’s angry, and trying to take it out on someone. Again. That last quip of hers had...
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It was one thing to know patience. It was another entirely to enjoy it. “Where is she?” Faine asked, their jaw only slightly clenched...
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Osytha replied to the thread Private Now Hands That Build.“A few folks, I s’pose. Syrs Sando, Bebin, Rimebol… they does their share of instructin’. Good teachers, in their own styles.” The...
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The afternoon passed in a warmth Momo had almost forgotten how to accept. Lunch came first, and Merifrith had not exaggerated the...
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Lefelen stirs about their little camp as Osytha goes on putting words to what she is working through. He moves his body with raises of...
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The Mund's eyes widen at the strange expression. 'Quack, quack,' he replies, his voice a whisper. Placing his sword belt aside, he...
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Osytha replied to the thread Private Home Away From Home.“… some rust in Wendall’s field.” A man’s voice from downstairs. Speaking soft, a baritone rumble with a hint of hoarseness. “’Ad to...
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Osytha replied to the thread Private Now Hands That Build.Stars aren’t looking bad, tonight. With up to eight moons up there at any one time, Khurun’s night sky isn’t always a crystal clear...
