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Aalphabunny replied to the thread Private The Reunion.As Wesley entered the tavern he was met with music eminating from one of the corners and the welcoming warmth thanks to a hearth...
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AThe loud slamming of the tavern's door announced Abrielle's arrival. She trudged in sullenly, cursing with boots full of mud, manure...
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“A-About the investigation. Unless you’ve found something I’ve missed. Do you have anything else you need to do after this? Because if... -
Verity reacted to Trevor's post in the thread Private Not all fiends come from shroud with
Hogweavin'.
Kept his mouth shut. Glad all of them made it out alive. Significantly less so after the broken stranger opened his. Stared down at the... -
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You won. Somebody picked him up again, pressed on the wrong spot. He didn't resist, flail in a visceral animal attempt to avoid the... -
They were getting chattier on the way up. And even as his mind refused communication – keeping them all tuned down to an illegible hum –...
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The crackling intensified, until the dented cavern collapsed further, burying the fiend, many glow worms, and whatever was left behind... -
Wasn't sure what to do with a man that looked like a mirror learning to unbreak itself. So Trevor wrapped him in his own coat and threw...
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The youngest marlstone makes for blocky, angular debris, hard lines pressing into Osytha’s palms and against her knees as she half... -
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The man who lay with barely shaky struggles to breathe clearly had no fight left to even try moving. His left hand was all bloody, but... -
The gloomy fucker had killed the fiend. Must be why Trevor was no longer being bounced around like a nut needed cracking. There were men...
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Verity reacted to Walter Thornley's post in the thread Private Not all fiends come from shroud with
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"A-alright, b- Wait!!.." The shout's echo died around the bend of a tunnel. The scales tilted. Not for what Trevor'd done, but for... -
What gentle was left in him stayed with the slumped shape of the first woman. The next few tried to wear faces he knew again – but it...
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Verity reacted to Walter Thornley's post in the thread Private Not all fiends come from shroud with Hogweavin'.
And so he went along the diggers, one by one. The fog would thin, and billow up and fill the lungs again. They would come for him...
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Walter Thornley replied to the thread Private Stillwater.♬ Martia's Muses And with that, it was a poignant relief to finally be left alone as Reggie would have to trek all the way around the...
