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"Gods above this bloody battle will be chronicled for the ages..." Daemon whispered to himself as chaos rolled further into the simply inconceivable. The battle had been swift so far, and with a now mystical beast usually bound to the likes of folktale and myth so profoundly shattering it's...

A wry grin shot across Daemon's face as he settled himself in a seat across from Thren. "Oh, c'mon now, don't start sulking again! Who knows? Maybe this'll be your lucky day." He offered in a joking retort, hands drumming expectantly for a dealt hand of the cards. "If you wanted to play dice...

Daemon offered little more than a nod to his new comrades before he jumped into the action. Thankfully he still had a mind for it, seeing as it had been spared the rain of arrows. "You heard the woman you sorry sacks of shit! If you've got a polearm, you're on the line!" He ordered in tune with...

So it had been that this very contract happened to not stray far from the likes of training. More specifically, this was training in the Anirian Guard. Who were the leaders, who were the followers? What voices would call above the rest? And who would follow whom? To what end? Daemon explored...

With both Thorn and Taurus Heallion talking at him more than to him, Daemon let out a long sigh. So much for a quiet trip. He just... well, fucked himself, hadn't he? Thorn had certainly made that blatant if nothing else. Although this was reality, not the timeless capsule that was one's mind...

One boot in front of the other, a step before the next, Daemon Vorell shuffled on with the slow moving herd. Although, he now considered the fight that was a day's walk away. There were many members of this band about as well-equipped as Acillio Nazzaro and his fellows; begging the question as...

A light chuckle escaped Daemon as he earned himself a few weary glances and a proper scolding. Though, he did not seem nearly as serious as those that would be joining him on this hunt. "Such would be a grace." Daemon had offered kindly to Alona Hawse, the hint of a smile on his lips. Of course...

No inspiring speeches, no rallying spirits -- this was a worthless band of paid killers alright. Daemon huffed at the idea, his eyes even rolling to one side. As the officer waved for dispersal he shared a few glances with other mercenaries, even trading words with them. "And so we march into...

The streets of Vel Anir are alive and bustling with activity! Bombastic merchants, handsome bards, valiant knights -- Anirians from all walks are welcome to live and breathe their very own city. Check out "From Dusk to Dawn" in chronicles if you have an interest in writing anything in the...

When comes the rising sun, so do rise the men and women of a grand and vast city. Rooted into the ground by both blood and steel themselves, the city is a staple of humanity in the vast open plains to the northwest of the Falwood. The Anirian Guard wake to the thundering calls of their officers...

Perhaps much more solemn than most, and content to be so, Daemon Vorell kicked the toe of his boot into the stump of an old oak tree. He too had kept his distance with the other mercenaries, knowing well enough the risk that came with getting too close with those you would likely never meet...

there's so many good writers <_>

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