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Frankatron-X reacted to Lucero's post in the thread Private Striving for Goodness While Cruel Men Win with
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Something warm and fuzzy radiated from Lucero like a cat uncurling from a long nap in the sun. Syr Horoth's words felt like a fresh coat... -
Handing his sabre to Lethram, Faramund rushed to assist his Dawn sister as she dragged the unfortunate lump out of sight, hoisting the... -
Faramund replied to the thread Private Forced Divide.Handing his sabre to Lethram, Faramund rushed to assist his Dawn sister as she dragged the unfortunate lump out of sight, hoisting the... -
Horoth Chainbreaker replied to the thread Private Striving for Goodness While Cruel Men Win."No..." He knelt next to the beast and watched, waiting for the miracle to be done. "... you are better than me." Casting back his... -
While the old foggies went on talking. Brinda played with her new knife. Tossing it up and down. Up and down. Watching the handle tumble... -
Garrod Arlette replied to the thread Open Anything For A Kill.While the old foggies went on talking. Brinda played with her new knife. Tossing it up and down. Up and down. Watching the handle tumble... -
Osytha replied to the thread Private Restoration.“And know that when you realise it is time to make a corpse, it will be a mercy.” Faine’s answer seems to satisfy the knight, who... -
The scrape of iron. The rattle of keys. Venla saw them enter without rising from the cot. For a moment her eyes lingered on the basin...
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Faine's eyebrows rose a fraction. Hearing their mother tongue was quite far down on the list of things they expected from a Northerner...
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Osytha replied to the thread Private Home Away From Home.Things continue on a while as they were in the kitchen. Warm, richly-scented, and draped in the lulling drone of small, mundane things...
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Venla Thiel replied to the thread Private A Bitter Pill.The scrape of iron. The rattle of keys. Venla saw them enter without rising from the cot. For a moment her eyes lingered on the basin... -
Hector raised his bevor into its fixed position. The steel brim of his kettle helm shading his eyes. "This is rancid... and then we...
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Hector replied to the thread Private An Ash Strewn Hope.Movement. Stirring. A bit of order to the sprawl of it all. Routine as chopping wood. Or stripping bark for that matter. "Aye, Syr,"... -
Helena replied to the thread Private A Bitter Pill.Red, grey, and black wash spilled out into a larger holding tank. Knights attending took sample into the beaker. Helena watched. How the... -
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Hector replied to the thread Private Forced Divide.Hector raised his bevor into its fixed position. The steel brim of his kettle helm shading his eyes. "This is rancid... and then we...
