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Gerra replied to the thread Private Tales Wildfire.The hut groaned open and Gerra stooped through the doorway, his equipment in a bag on his shoulder. He stared at the blood on the horned... -
Malephis had indeed taken what he needed. The faint trickle of blood still ran from the from the twin puncture marks on the inside of...
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hello, haven't been around since 2019 iirc -- place looks great from what it was back then! Looking forward to starting up a character...
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Gerra replied to the thread Private Tales Wildfire.It took many hours, but Gerra had finished refining the ore by sundown and mixing it with the blood. He now had two solid ingots of...
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“Think fast…” Malephis murmured far too late, a grin splitting across his face as the pouch hit the dirt. He watched the half-giant...
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Gerra replied to the thread Private Tales Wildfire.Gerra nearly caught the pouch. Nearly. He tried with his bad hand, the one missing a finger, and the pouch fumbled to the dirt. A few...
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Malephis' laughter was sharp and arrogant. “Two thousand, eh?” he echoed with a grin. He reached into the inner pocket of his long...
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Gerra replied to the thread Private Tales Wildfire.“This is not a simple task,” Gerra mused, scratching his chin and avoiding the accusation in those eyes of hers. He ignored the devil’s...
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“Whatever price he names, it’ll never be enough for what you’re taking.." she whispered, her lilting accent threaded with restrained...
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Gerra replied to the thread Private Tales Wildfire.“I am just a blacksmith,” rumbled the half-giant. He spared the fae only a look, not of sorrow or even pity - he thought he might have...
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Gerra replied to the thread Private Tales Wildfire.Eyes like twin cinders moved from the demon to his... pet. Gerra regarded her, her chain, and the hiss which didst leave her lips upon...
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Gerra replied to the thread Private Tales Wildfire.To name it anything but a hut would be generous. A hut far from civilization, on a cliff by the sea, near to the volcano that dominated...
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The blackened gravel of Sheketh crunched under her small, hurried steps, each jolt sending a sharp ache through the cuff at her wrist...
