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silence 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... -
silence reacted to Nere Ashorn's post in the thread Open that sign can't stop me, because I can't read with
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The other woman splashed the cooling water up into the air, and some of it got on her face. It made the little twists of hair at her... -
It’s been a long day on the road, and then some — but Syr Osytha had found herself within two hours’ journey of Astenvale Monastery by...
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A moon drenched path of stone before her, the silent black presence of the monastery behind her. These were things she knew, things she...
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Welcome to Barrow Falls This is a horror themed thread where memory blurs with nightmare, and meaning tends to shift the longer you...
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"MEAT?" A growl through his grin as they tangled and humped. Thumped and bumped. Clawed and dug at each other his hands slipping from...
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Intendant Nuyen was sat at a small table, tea cups set before the chairs surrounding the circle. Her hands held onto a tea pot, pouring...
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No. She wouldn't leave Veya. Not when she already bought a home for herself and begun to fill it with possessions. She had found good...
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For a moment there, seems like Syr Sabinian is joining in on the joke. But, no; when Osytha sneaks a sidelong glance to gauge his...
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Casualties were high. And he still drew breath. Though each lung pull rattled and dragged across the cage of his bones. Step after...
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All Art is from the webcomic. History Youth Goals: Having a personal library - Iola wants to have herself a big library that she can...
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Asher hails from the village of Wend, in the west of the Vayden Wilds. That is not the place he was born, but he has lived there for...
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silence reacted to Duscan's post in the thread Open that sign can't stop me, because I can't read with
Moony.
His adventure thus far had been made up of bad choices, all to lead up to the moment the helpful woman thought to drown him. Duscan was... -
Caravans were hefted at this point of the road, hoisted up for fear of the breadth of wheels spilling over into falling. Rolling down...
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Clip clop. Clip clop. So went the monotonous hours spent in measured pursuit, iron-shod hooves beating a steady rhythm against the dry...
