1. Valborast Valchek

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    Valborast's shoulders did rise and fall for a moment as a silent reflex of amusement did ripple. "Your summary is more pithy and more true to things around than half the playwright's attempts emerging here," Valborast did remark. His eyes to the host of the bottle so presented. "Passimond...
  2. Valborast Valchek

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    "Rehearsals, hours upon hours of it," Val did breathe, as if harrowed. Blinking, he saw the visage of Tilda come properly into form and hue and continued on, as if the verbiage was being removed as one might a cloak, heavy with rainfall from weary shoulders. "In some armpit that had terrible...
  3. Valborast Valchek

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    The golden light of day did stretch taut to strike Valborast's face as he did press the doors to yield. Thin hands that were rakish clad in gloves of black, adorned with tiny slithers of iridescent purples did yawn open the door. The sunlight striking was endured with fierce irritation, the...
  4. Valborast Valchek

    Valborast Valchek

    Arrogant, yet exceptional, cruel in his humour, yet utilitarian to his fellow man and knight, fostered by an immortal family yet now brother in arms to the noble and just, Valborast is a man who drinks deep from the darkest of upbringings yet eats from the table of the honourable. His skill with...
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