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He'd have been disgusted if it wasn't just the way of things. A noble's son, picking an unwinnable battle. A noble's son, killing someone he shouldn't. There was no need to obfuscate; he could, and he'd get away with it. And yet, somehow, they inevitably managed to pick the wrong one. Why...

Your terms are acceptable.

You can have my sword as well, if you're willing.

The reptile clearly had plans of her own, and he turned his head this way and that. Taking in the clearing, he eventually spotted the same claw marks she did. Approaching them, he ran his fingertips along a groove. Hearing footsteps fading away, he turned to the trio who'd come with him and...

He followed after her. While she was comfortable, he felt on edge. His eyes continued to scan the forest, but as they entered a clearing and spotted the body, he realized they were likely dealing with wolves. At least, that is, until he spotted the sheer size of the jaws. Dire wolf, perhaps? He...

He was almost as startled as the horse, the lizard grabbing it's rein. A scowl formed across his face, and he turned the steed towards the wood as she gave direction with a clawed hand. "She smells blood!" He called up the line, and the head of the column slowed. They milled, spreading out to...

Somewhere in the shadow of the Spine Mid-day. You didn't typically hire cavalry to hunt down a bandit group, but the word was that they'd subjugated a monster to their side. A large beast necessitated a heavier response, and a mixture of light and heavy cavalry to run it down was apparently...

His steed shook it's head, whining as it threatened to spook. Frowning, he pat it, taking a few steps aside so that he could get clear of the rode. He did so without preamble or apology, as one might avoid a puddle on an otherwise dry street. "Just got here," he replies tersely, doing his best...

Towns were filled with many sounds, the most common of which was children. Sometimes it was fear, or playfulness, or just excitement, but their shrill tones were almost ubiquitous whether you were in a backwater village or mercantile hub. It was easy to tune them out, as one might tune out the...

Early summer rains had turned the road to mud, and the continued passage of traders and farmers taking their stock to market had turned it to muck. Despite the partial sun, it clung to the boots, boasting of another few days of hard travel until it was actually capable of drying. The lagging...

Colsund vey Faruk Biographical information Birthplace Allir Reach Born Died Age 21 Home Allir Reach Physical descript...