1. Lucero

    Private The Lonely Heart is a Hunter

    "Let's go to Cornishcrest's Wine Festival," Syr Silas had prompted her earlier that month. He visited her every day he wasn't away to fulfil his Knightly duties. "We can visit the perfumer." Lucero pushed her bowl of half eaten corn mush away from her, the little bit of hunger she had shriveling...
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  2. Lucero

    Private Born to Bloom or Meant to Wither [M]

    [Content Warning - Intense violence and gore, mention/description of taboo sexual content.] Far away in North Illica, a small village made up of pygmy goblins was often never visited. They were a hostile sort, preferring to keep to themselves, quick to stab any newcomer that dared come onto...
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    Private Striving for Goodness While Cruel Men Win

    [art] The Village of Kostroma is requesting aid from the Knights of Anatheum to heal the friendly Harpy named Shoyna and return it back to its home nest in Kostroma. "We were hoping that they would send Syr Margot Triss. We've heard there's nothing that she can't heal." The village elder said...
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    Open Truth Be Told

    Tulip Tree Tavern was in between a valley and a mountain, situated just right near a river that thinned out enough so they never had to worry about a rainy season giving them trouble. The family had owned it for generations, passing it on and on, celebrating birthdays and weddings. Plenty of...
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    Lucero

    "You'll do this for your father, won't you?" What was she supposed to say? He looked at her with a face that she recognized and didn't all at once. He was her father and Lucero trusted him because of it. She also trusted him because she knew of no one smarter than him. And though even at twelve...
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    Open Devils Hide Behind Redemption

    Her vision was blurry as his fingers tightened around her throat. He was screaming at her, she could feel the hot spittle fly from his dry cracked lips onto her face. She dug her fingernails into his thick wrists, trying to kick him up and over her with her bent knees, but he was so heavy and...
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    Xariah the Usurper

    Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar, Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell? Whom do you lead on Rapture's roadway, far, Before you agonise them in farewell? Oh, pale dispensers of my Joys and Pains, Holding the doors of Heaven and of Hell, How the hot blood rushed wildly...
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