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Willard replied to the thread Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore.'I would prefer not to get too close either,' Willard admitted, vaulting from Hellion's saddle, mail and quilted cloth hastening his... -
Willard replied to the thread Open What grows out of mud.He hadn't told them anything, but he had slipped up. Willard couldn't decide which was worse. Shouldn't have lied to them to begin with...
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Willard replied to the thread Open What grows out of mud.She believed every word she spoke; what did the truth matter in the face of such vehement belief? 'You did,' he nodded, placing his...
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Willard replied to the thread Open What grows out of mud.The knight's smile was soft, sad. 'Like I said, stubborn.' The rebuttal didn't sting like the redhead perhaps feared it might. Instead...
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Willard replied to the thread Open What grows out of mud.'Sure you can,' replied Willard, hand returning to its natural place at his side, fingers curling inwards slightly, missing the touch of...
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Willard replied to the thread Open What grows out of mud.The Dawnling bowed his head as Venla ran her fingers through his hair. 'It saddens me to hear you say that of yourself,' he murmurred...
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Willard replied to the thread Open What grows out of mud.Tired? Aye, he could believe that. Whatever physical malaise had overcome her in the wake of the Event was nothing compared to the...
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Willard replied to the thread Open What grows out of mud.Willard forced a smile, hurt. 'You sound disappointed,' he said, her hand slipping from his, the pain he saw in her eyes reflected in...
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Willard replied to the thread Open What grows out of mud.It was a difficult thing, walking when your feet felt like they were made of lead. The heart beating in Syr Willard's chest weighed...
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Willard replied to the thread Private The Ballad of the Blighted Shore.'I'm glad you agree, Lady.' Despite his earlier attempt to temper both her's and the party's expectations, Willard had not sought to...