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Helena measured Venla. A picture starting to form now. How much had she actually missed with this woman? How much had been invited in... -
The Captain's office. Old haunt. Not a place Faramund felt he had any right being in, and yet here they were. Sipping tea. Listening as...
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'How could I not?' Wrapped in a thick winter cloak -unlined, of course- Xenovia looked every bit the wanderer she had claimed herself to...
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Oh, he had really hoped she’d be swayed. That somehow she’d gaze upon him and decide, you know what? He is strong, no training needed...
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How annoying, that Syr Osytha takes her favorite cup. The one with the laughing raven, its beak tilted proudly up towards the sky. And...
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A deep cool breath. So swirled with all the weight of things. Bitterness. Sharp and acrid down to his gut. The buoy of his warm uncle's...
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Verity reacted to Krava'quiloor's post in the thread Private The Roe of Stranger Tides with
Troutin'.
Lock shook his head, but sat on his haunches, to loom a bit less over the rest and allow Forbitter to be the tallest loomer for a little... -
Momo slowed when he heard her, his ears angling back toward Osytha. For a moment, he said nothing. His eyes remained on the path ahead...
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Verity reacted to Rois Sinclair's post in the thread Rois Sinclair, The Flesh Fiend with
Satisfying.
Profile updated; 12/10/26! You are the son of a stablehand and a cleaner, struggling to make ends meet in the rural wildes. Your... -
“‘Folk’ do see someone unarmed and wealthy, that is me.” Incredible statement of clarification, the man somehow says this with an...
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They both watched her, Lock with his eyes and she through his, as Osytha made her way down cliff. Had a rock crumble underfoot, caught...
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The moment the woman starts coughing a clawed hand raises as if he was about to snatch it from her; to spare her, or to spare the...
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The quiet, staggered words caught Aelius off guard; the man had been wordless since that first condemned house, he just assumed this...
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And there it is. Scrambling to pick up fallen stone to reconstruct a shattered mask, when given an inch an inch was just enough to get...
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The hand was warm. Walter stood there, quiet, for as long as the touch lasted. He could say a lot of words, to everyone who was hurting...
