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Flex those muscles and be admired by all, it is that time again for the hes, shes, and theys of Astenvale and beyond to make their way... -
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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Amongst the many eyes which turn to Syr Monroe, at least one pair lack the surprise of their fellows… which is not to say they’re any...
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'Not for long!' Xen shouted back, working the sword's edge back and forth, through blubber and boil and liquidised biomass. Smoke coiled...
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SYR OSYTHA North Ilica — Kingdom of Altalusia — Knights of Anatheum — Sanctum of Dusk — Knight Sworn Interested in: Knighting it up...
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Evensong managed to get one step ahead of Forbitter, propelled by Sabinian's unsaid duty. Field Sworn of the Wylds, Sabinian had a soft...
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It’s quite a change which seems to come over Syr Sabinian there, as he stares at that revenant cow. Something tender enters the man’s...
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Taut shoulders relaxed enough that no one could accuse Sabinian of having a broomstick up his tush, though his posture matched a royal's...
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“Wear gloves, Syr Osytha.” “I’ll find some clean ones right away.” Osytha glances up to the man. “I appreciate it, Syr Sabinian.” They...
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Woman looks a little nonplussed for a second there. Of course she has Forbítter? She needs a horse. Forbítter is a horse. Forbítter is...
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Like a dark storm, Sabinian raced out to the stables. He believed Syr Cymbaline meant no harm, he believed she meant to do well by...
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Word spreads quick through the monastery. When Osytha was much younger, she’d thought the Knights were many things — brave, wise...
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There’s not the time to look back at what’s developing behind Osytha; neither the manoeuvrability nor field of view for her to easily do...
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A LITTLE WHITE LIEA fledgling knight struggling with the truth crosses paths with a prodigal daughter homeward bound. Syr Osytha &...
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That’s what Daev had seen lurking in the wreck? Osytha tries to find some label for the great, hirsute whirlwind of fury, though much is...
