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Osytha replied to the thread Private Now Hands That Build.“I’d sooner ’ope that critter stay put aback of us.” Osytha eyes the end of her now-poopstick, briefly appraising its potential for... -
Horoth Chainbreaker replied to the thread Private Striving for Goodness While Cruel Men Win.Horoth would rather not kill the monster. It seemed an irony to him that to save one inhuman creature they must kill another but it did... -
“Mind the peeven Of Syr Steven, Who t’walways needs Himself relieven’.” The corners at Osytha’s lips flutter madly — the gravity of it... -
Two or three hours? Great. 'I'll show some optimism for a change, wager four,' said the knight, plucking a dandelion from the wayside...
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Osytha replied to the thread Private An Ash Strewn Hope.“Mind the peeven Of Syr Steven, Who t’walways needs Himself relieven’.” The corners at Osytha’s lips flutter madly — the gravity of it...
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Diaz replied to the thread Private Shadows Trailing Behind Beasts [M]."I'm stupid," he nods along. The confession rolled out of him like a greasy truth spilled behind a priest's screen. ... Do as I say... -
Hector finds himself watching as she paints the seal of death. Eyes on the brushhead and how it quicks across sinew and vein, just there...
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Skuggflamma reacted to Garrod Arlette's post in the thread Open Roads no one remembers with
Cute Pat.
Swords clashed across the Suldazan sands, still bleeding their heat from the day's sun as horse's hooves thundered their turn and... -
Garrod Arlette replied to the thread Open Roads no one remembers.Swords clashed across the Suldazan sands, still bleeding their heat from the day's sun as horse's hooves thundered their turn and... -
Faramund replied to the thread Private Now Hands That Build.Two or three hours? Great. 'I'll show some optimism for a change, wager four,' said the knight, plucking a dandelion from the wayside... -
Hector replied to the thread Private An Ash Strewn Hope.Hector finds himself watching as she paints the seal of death. Eyes on the brushhead and how it quicks across sinew and vein, just there... -
“…Krava.” She watched, irises like huge green stones faceting some semblance of a lighter section in the middle. Watched his ears tilt... -
Something Osytha has noticed — Momoshiro is using an awful lot of the past tense in speaking about his family. She rests her gaze on the...
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Osytha glances over the loci on Hector’s body as he had indicated them, and which now bear the seals in shimmering resin: Loch, Life...
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Momo’s ears twitched faintly at her words, that soft gratitude in her voice settling somewhere warm beneath his ribs. For a moment, he...
