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Verity reacted to Walter Thornley's post in the thread Private Not all fiends come from shroud with
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The rot sung in a way metal sings before snapping from tension. It was the baying of the bloodhound, the iron stench in the air at... -
Fire caught easily – like the man had done this before. An experienced hobo, then. Trevor didn't move to help. Guy had it well in hand...
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Verity reacted to Walter Thornley's post in the thread Private Not all fiends come from shroud with
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"I do mind," the wraith echoed calmly. "Not a walking conversation, though. Perhaps, once this is over." There was a bone-deep comfort... -
'Been. Past tense.' The past was said and done; weren't no changing it. 'Your father mightn't be a knight, but you are. Whether you...
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Verity reacted to Hector's post in the thread Open Surely we'll sing of no little thing with
Cute Pat.
"Oh, come now, Syr Alaric, I've already stated my apologies for being a tad tardy to the briefing," Hector assured, motioning to the... -
Schirmaister. The word made the soldier pause in his stride that meant to turn fluid, hand half grasped the waster to pass on as he was...
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Verity reacted to Selene of Dusk's post in the thread Sanctum of Operations: Status Reports and Mission Debriefs of the KoA with
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"Captain Selene, have you read that report from Knight Sworn Osytha?" Syr Haadi stood at attention before her. In his hands were... -
"Hah! You could assume that," Salazin replied, waving her goblet in the knight's direction. "But if I was the rule abiding, predictable...
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'You keep saying "sorry" like you've done something wrong, something that offends me.' Loosening her grip on the linen draped about her...
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"What of missen?" he echoes. Heart already balmed by the press of her weight against his. The full drink of her stare, taking him in. He...
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He had laughably been craning his neck at an awkward angle to try to catch a glimpse of the papers the moment they appeared; there was...
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The thoughts hit before the feelings did. The not-elf's eyes closed, and she parsed them through, let the waves of emotion flow around...
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A heavy gulp from the elf's pale throat, this was it. This was the moment that he would take Midnight and they would all return...
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“Mr Sinclair…! Stop, I can only get so hard.” Wandering eyes, he liked wandering eyes, wanted them in all their powdery blue to degrade...
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Momo was quiet for a little while after Osytha finished, though there was no discomfort in the silence. His attention had shifted from...
