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"Oh Gods," Arthur sighed, taking his head in his hands, "I'm fucked." And he believed that. The crazy robed figures knew his face and he'd killed one of their cult members, if they were a cult. They certainly seemed like a cult. "So," Arthur gulped, looking up at Kerrick, "can I not go home...

Sasha lived in a very nice part of town, the same part of town Arthur lived in. Her father was an important businessman, so held a rank nearly as important as a noble. He garnered more respect than nobles though. That meant Sasha was practically an Allirian princess. No one touched her without...

Arthur nodded his thanks for the blanket and wrapped it around himself. It was rough and tattered in places around the edges, but it would do more than suffice. He was tired. Dead tired. The sun was nearly ready to rise and Arthur wanted nothing more to slumber like a vampire slumbered: dead to...

Arthur cocked his head, thinking. "Then," he said, "You want to spread rumors about him?" He though on this for a moment. He didn't know Harkenright exceptionally well, but did understand how he thought of himself as a genius and mastermind of prose. It would be easy enough to lure him out if...

Virspoke The pain Arthur was expecting never came. His face was shoved into the shoulder of the child he'd picked up as though their roles were reversed. When he looked up, he saw the creature fallen to the ground and the dull, red locks of a woman whose lips moved to talk to him. He could...

"He hired guards to go to the outer city?" Arthur rolled his eyes and groaned. Harkenright was a right asshole. He wasn't even important. There was no need to hire guards to protect him in the outer city. Unless, of course, he planned to make trouble and get away with it. Which he did. Still, it...

Arthur shrugged. Kerrick seemed agitated. Hugging his knees to his chest, Arthur felt brave enough to say, "I think all vampires are violent. It's in their nature. You can't live without killing people. That's what a vampire is." He hadn't spent much time pondering vampires, but Arthur did...

"Arthur," he said, thinking that what gave Kerrick away was undoubtedly his looks. Arthur didn't know if vampires had any particular look to them and he knew he was being stereotypical, but Kerrick looked like a vampire. Then, he got to wondering what Kerrick was going on about. Arthur could...

Virspoke Aderyn tossed him her bag and told him to run so Arthur did so. He was in no position to make decisions for himself. He'd never been any good at that anyway. He slung the bag over his shoulder, not at all interested with what was inside it, though he wondered if anymore of those...

As a matter of fact, Arthur did know a Theodore Harkenright. And Arthur hated him. He was stubborn, obnoxious, a bit older than Arthur, and undeniably stuck-up. He was rich, but not quite noble, so Arthur was a source of conflict and jealousy despite the fact that almost every single one of the...

Arthur had never been subject to such a strong grip. The man practically dragged him away from the village Arthur never wanted to lay eyes on again. The entire way back to the man's camp, Arthur's arm was held captive in the man's grip. It was strong, unwavering, stone-like. And through both his...

Arthur was beginning to think he'd made a mistake. This Lionel Glorious Leonhardt seemed a little like an idiot. And now that Arthur had a good look at him, it was clear the man was really barely a man at all. He was a boy. Definitely younger than Arthur, though not by much. Through Lionel's...

Virspoke Arthur took the crystal in his hand, wary. He wasn't familiar with magic, hadn't grown up around it, didn't know anyone closely that used it. He took the crystal anyway. The woman seemed kind enough and Arthur was too full of bristling anxiety to not attempt to settle down with more...

Virspoke Arthur was snapped out of his trance by the sight of long, red hair in his peripherals. The woman who'd stepped onto the ship was one of the most beautiful he'd ever seen. Probably, of course, because she was older than him and concerned with his wellbeing. She was shouting...

Arthur followed. For a long time. It was hard to keep up. His mystery figure moved across the rooftops with expertise. He was a natural shadow. A natural talent. Arthur smiled as he ran. He wasn't used to running. Wasn't used to any sort of physical activity, but as far as he was aware it took...