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"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... -
Osytha replied to the thread Private A Little White Lie.“‘Xen-oh-vi-ya’…” Osytha wobbles upward in stages, aided by tail and a precarious handhold on her stool. “‘Xennovviaaah’… tha’s Owd... -
"Don't you say," the mercenary drawled, facetious, "I vaz sinkeeng about leeving zem zer'e until ze 'hole str'eet sought it vaz under'... -
Vincent Brezat replied to the thread Dare So. Come Here Often?."Don't you say," the mercenary drawled, facetious, "I vaz sinkeeng about leeving zem zer'e until ze 'hole str'eet sought it vaz under'... -
The inferno tore through the cellar, flash-frying the oogloy, and consuming every bit of organic material it sought for itself in a last...
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Xenovia replied to the thread Dare So. Come Here Often?.The inferno tore through the cellar, flash-frying the oogloy, and consuming every bit of organic material it sought for itself in a last... -
Krava'quiloor replied to the thread Private The Roe of Stranger Tides."Ah swear 'et!" That had to be enough. Lock clawed into the sand that was turning into silt with the stale juices erupting into it... -
What was that? There’s a… a not-gap in the middle of Lock’s sentence. The meaning is still there, it’s still constructed itself in... -
Osytha replied to the thread Private The Roe of Stranger Tides.What was that? There’s a… a not-gap in the middle of Lock’s sentence. The meaning is still there, it’s still constructed itself in...
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1st of Griham, 351 E.O.D, Altalusia Marshlands. The padded drumming of the horse hooves rushed across the slick, sodden soil of the... -
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"I saw a place. Green hills, old stone steps leading up to a gate without a fence. A house out in the middle of a pasture." It had felt...
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"I saw a place. Green hills, old stone steps leading up to a gate without a fence. A house out in the middle of a pasture." It had felt... -
Having direction in life was a godsend. Whatever thoughts had began shattering the foundation of Rinrose's mind were washed away by the... -
Innis of Astenvale replied to the thread Private Hush, O Babe."I saw a place. Green hills, old stone steps leading up to a gate without a fence. A house out in the middle of a pasture." It had felt... -
Oh, how he knew that look. Turmoil. The gaping maws of the past ever-hot on mankind’s heels finally rewarded for its chase with a...
