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    Private Debt

    Twelve days ago „Her folks want her back at Brighthearth. Apparently, bit of a roadspirit, this one.“ The scar under Rob's eye never healed right. „That place still standing?“ „There a reason why it shouldn't be?“ „No, no.“ Memory safely tucked between gulps of the bitter they passed off as...
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    Dare pigs unslaughtered

    It was promising to be a good day. One of precious few. Sun had tipped well past the middle and he was yet to reach for a drink. Hands grabbed buckets of slop instead. Troughs filled and pants muddied as the livingpork went about complimenting the cuisine. The lil', mean one, kept splashing mud...
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    Private Not all fiends come from shroud

    Last year, Autumn Free city of Aragor It was always easy to choose who got fortune. Misfortune on the other hand... that's where his hands shook. His determination wavered. It was always easier to give than to take. But if he was being honest with himself, inflicting harm was a kind of giving...
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    Open Filed in triplicate

    'Free' City of Agvendash, South Ilica Dead of Winter [OOC: A classic whodunit. Everyone is welcome to take whatever role they'd like.] The snow hadn't stopped for days. He thought it funny at first, because he rarely got to see that much snow this far south, but it stopped being a laughing...
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    Private Blade and balance

    Trevor always had a knack for languages. Tongues of door opening and windows ajar. Secret speech of passing unheard and unseen. Accent of feet quiet on the stone floor. Whispers of convenient distractions. And he spoke them all as he slid past the guards. Climbed a window and looted the kitchen...
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    its and bits

    The fire was low now. Embers really. It didn’t matter. Trevor didn’t look up when the request came. “Will you do it for me?” Was that pleading? He stayed still a moment too long. A chance to reconsider. But they rarely did. “I did it once.” Quiet. Not kind. “For my mother.” “She was dying...
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    Once known as Luckmonger

    “And I would kill them all again. Twice as many. Five times. Ten. I would kill them all. I would kill you” His life has never been his own. From the moment he was old enough to understand, his path was set. Tilting the scales, pulling Luck from where it pooled too thick and nudging it toward...
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