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"Oh, come now, Syr Alaric, I've already stated my apologies for being a tad tardy to the briefing," Hector assured, motioning to the... -
Ray reacted to Aelius of the Dawn's post in the thread Open Surely we'll sing of no little thing with
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Aelius tilted his head like a curious dog as he listened, smile ever-present. He held his flask up in a small cheers to acknowledge his... -
Monsters were no stranger to Aelius. He'd fought to protect his Empire and its people plenty, and the creatures he faced were vast and...
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Ray reacted to Momoshiro's post in the thread Open Surely we'll sing of no little thing with Cute Pat.
Momo listened without interrupting, his hands still loosely wrapped around the little cup of tea. There was something pleasantly easy...
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Born as fourth son to the von Liesenbourg line, Volmar isn’t just a spare heir twice redundant. He’s a bastard to boot, the spawn of a...
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Momo just… accepts the story. Like how he accepts all the small, delicate things; carefully, gratefully, and without ripping the petals...
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Those words had struck a chord deep within Aelius - 'You aren't on your own. I am right here.' He knew the nobleman meant nothing more...
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'You and I will have to exchange stories sometime,' the she-ork suggested, watching the lordling closely. Walter was not the only one...
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Osytha winkles her nose against the reek of eau de la pourriture. “’Er Ladyship don’t ken t’ half of et,” she laments of that smell...
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Between the dancing, drinking and general merriment, there wasn't anything in particular for the Captain to do except sit back and enjoy...
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As the pair walked, the sun tried to pry its way through the clouds, but either the gray was too strong or the will of the sun just not...
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“My…?” Osytha glances back down at Guffy. He looks up with his tongue lolling out. Then, he takes the opportunity from this sudden lull...
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At the other's correction, Aelius visibly relaxed, tension leaving his shoulders as if just the thought of being unable to heal someone...
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That expression, no matter how fleeting, did not go unnoticed. He wondered who or what that pain was for - the sick and dying? A poor...
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Her last hours. A stillness comes over Osytha, leant over the table. Slowly, she at last turns her head to look at Lock and...
