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'What's done is done. All we can do now is seek atonement.' Gruki had chosen her words carefully. Miriam was in a bad way. The last thing she needed right now was to feel alone, not with everything falling apart around her. 'Do you happen to know the names of these two boys?' She asked. 'How did...

Someone's getting excited. Smiling behind her eyes, Gruki answered the Master's challenge, step by step. She could see the trap now, as clear as day. "Do not hold back," he had said, guiding her, baiting her forth. How foolish she had been, to think speed and strength would win the day...

Gruki let the Syr Hawken's words hang in the air between them. No less a protector, no less yourself. Funny. She could recall Syr Faramund saying something similar, after the battle. To buoy her spirits, just as Syr Hawken was doing now. There were footsteps, behind. Turning, the she-orc smiled...

Silence spoke louder than words. Grimacing, Gruki brushed herself down, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She had pushed herself, farther, faster. Strike, strike, strike. Die, die, die again. It was infuriating, how easily he took her life. Any other day and she would've at least made him work...

Gruki didn't appear to be listening. Dancing the blade-dance, she slipped and slapped aside Master Hawken's attacks, answering here and there with a few of her own. She could feel her pulse pounding in her temple, and the surge of fiery blood through her veins was unlike anything she had ever...

Growling, Gruki twisted aside, allowing Master Hawken's blow to waste itself on empty space. The Knight corrected himself in time to parry the counter-cut. Shock reverberated up Gruki's arms, and the she-orc smiled as she followed it through, angling her blade up and over in false cut. The two...

The Squire stared up at the sky, ashamed, and angry. 'I sometimes wonder that myself.' Rolling onto her front, the tall half-orc huffed, found her feet. Piplin's words did little to lift her spirits. How someone so sweet could have so much faith in her was anyone's guess. Picking up her sword...

A dark cloud descended upon Gruki's thoughts. Does everyone know about that? She tsked. 'Okay.' Taking a breath to centre herself, the squire reaffirmed her intent, her posture shifting as she assumed the Tower. With a nod to Master Hawken, Gruki went on the offense. The weapon of the day...

'Oh! Okay! Um... let's see!' Tapping the rim of her cup thoughtfully, Gruki asked, 'Who was your first crush? Like ever?' Was that okay to ask? Of course it was. Truth or dare was one of those games where anything went. Well, almost anything. 'Her crush? Isn't she with... um, whatsisface?'...

Roki's grin was infectious. 'Damn! Should've gone with the dare!' Light-hearted laughter erupted at her words, her squire-friends rolling their eyes and slapping their thighs at how easy Roki had made it for her. They weren't to know Mr. Hibbidy Plinket, three time winner of the Swamp Bottom...

A feat of strength to impress all present. Raising her cup, Gruki cheered along with the rest as Arbok reversed the roles, grabbing a low-hanging beam and hoisting Roki up after her. 'So strong!' She heard Len laugh, clapping. 'Go, go, go!' Sen chorused, laughing herself. Returning to solid...

'You could be, yes.' Gruki didn't have it in her to disagree. Yes, Aderyn could have run away- perhaps she should have. Too late now. 'Suppose you stayed for the same reason you studied healing,' the big she-orc continued, 'to help people. To save them, if not from some malady, then from...

'You don't think you've killed anyone before?' Laying her sword across her knees, Gruki stared up at the tower. 'What is it you do... did... before coming here?' Blinking salty tears from her eyes, the squire pulled her gaze away from the tower. A monument to our woes, she mused, huffing, an...

'To inspire, huh? I like that.' Gruki had been joking when she had asked where her gift was. A little humour to lift her own heavy heart. 'I'm going to miss him,' she confessed, watching her brother caper about, ever the artist when it came to entertaining large groups. 'Did I say that already-...

'Did I?' Looking up from the bowl in her hands, Gruki wondered. 'I... don't remember much, truth be told!' Smiling through the confusion, the squire thumbed the wooden spoon in her hand, her thoughts outpacing her feelings. Sniffing, she studied the stranger. 'Your mane reminds me of someone,'...