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Roughly One Hundred Outside of Vel Anir The Mercenary troop had been told that this passage was dangerous, and that word had reached back to the other merchant camps and houses that one of the roads to Vel Anir- somewhere between, was beset by wickedness. Only one had returned in the past...

Lord Naleze still walks among the living. And just in time for spooky season- Arnor's fateful enemy must be stopped. His army of dread must also be stopped, poisoning the area around him- and if not stopped soon, perhaps, Lord Naleze could poison the entire Spine. Finish what the Templars and...

"You were what I wanted. You and him..." As quick as it came, it left in that same shadowy mold, folding into the darkening spaces that the light did not seem to touch- or maybe even ever exist- while her slash with the scimitar, valiant, fell to the nothing but air and mist- though corporeal...

He looked around the stables, not considering how far this thing was willing to go to watch them. If it was watching them now. He curled his hands into fists, rising to a stand from his seat, eerily looking around the barn, as if it was any use. Shadows could lie, shadows could deceive. "No...

He paced around the stables, hands folded behind his back. What did he know about demons and monsters? They were conniving, if they could talk. They had to be, in order to survive. Arnor stopped, turning his head towards the woman. And then it dawned on him. "There were no other travelers in...

Arnor wasn't often without words or thoughts, but that thing... mocking him after contorting the world around him, well. That bothered him. He went to the stables with her, watching intently as she put on her weapons and gear. For some reason, Arnor found it just as attractive for women to put...

It was not often that Arnor got invited to anything. And as a result, he did not know what to do besides come late when the invitation came. Fashionably late, at that. Arnor entered the keep, Rhi's mighty hooves clacking along the stone of the keep. The horse towered over many of the structures...

I do a lot of Veterans work. I'm a big fan of Irreverent Warriors and the 3/8 OIF/OEF Veterans group.

The area around the pair grew eerily silent, as the creature, demon- ghost, folded into the shadows, as if it was made of shadow itself. Arnor turned, watching her throw a rock at nothing discernable, before he narrowed his eyes, turning to face... what he assumed was a peeping tom, a curious...

He was big, mean, scary, armed, lethal, and pissed off. And she just waltzed right up to him, giving him such a suggestion. He breathed deeply, fists curled at his side. "Where do you think I looked first, miss?" He spoke through gritted teeth, snarling almost. Bearlike. A little hint of...

"It- it disappeared!" Arnor narrowed his eyes, icy blue eyes looking down at the terrified stable owner. But something told him he was telling the truth. He had done this enough to know that he was terrified, but also honest- Arnor relented, letting him go. He looked over at the townsfolk, who...

Roselake, South of The Spine Allir Reach He arrived two days ago, and had solved a recent lake monster problem. A few fisherman had fallen victim to a shallow water Krakarl. The head placed on a pike near the water was put their by a local priest, as a reminder to the other sea monsters that...

Anger. Rage. It swelled in him. Like a thirst, like a hunger. Like a desire, lust for something more than gold, more than flesh, more than riches. More than glory and more than anything else. The beast within was not to be denied. The transformation was always felt deep in him, but this-...

I feel like I've earned a spot in the monster hunter place.

THE SPINE MAKE ONE FOR THE SPINE MAKE IT DARK MAKE IT COOL