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He let out a hearty chuckle in response to her comment. He then wrapped his arm around Zephyrine's shoulders as she stood on the carcass, rather oblivious to all the blood and rotten flesh that covered her. - "Impossible." - He said as he gazed forward, his eyes sweeping the horizon. In between...

The gate shut behind, leaving him to be enveloped by the gloom. Aimlessly, he groped around in the dark until he found the beginning of a narrow staircase. Judging it to lead further into the castle, he started his ascent over it. The scent of dampness now hung heavily over him. A rhythmic...

He saw the creature stand on its hind legs, as it prepared to deliver the crushing blow. He then saw Zeph’s spear pierce through its flesh. He saw the beast tumble over, burying the girl as it fell dead on the grounds. Then he saw nothing else. He waited and waited, but nothing came of that...

His diversion worked. Not that he would have time to enjoy his triumph, however. Though dazed, the creature still dashed after him. It was slower, yes, but it still had some vigour left in it still. The first charge he dodged expertly, sidestepping the monster’s ugly muzzle, and then taking...

He watched on in silence as Zephyrine ran circles around the creature. He bore an amused smile, his brow raised, as his face took on a nonchalantly playful expression. As Zeph continued, he measured their rhythm - hers and the creature’s, as they both went on their merry go-round around the...

- "Likewise." - He said. The corners of his mouth twisted slightly upwards, as a faint smirk permeated his features. It was a look of sly challenge. He really did want to see what this girl had in store for him. As Zephyrine dashed out of his field of vision, he maneuvered around the ruined...

The strong wind blew against him, whipping his face with black sand and frigid sea water alike as he cut through the beach. It was a conspicuous place, though he could not help but notice how familiar it looked. The jagged rock of the dark cliffs, the sharp edges and rugged shapes of the stone...

- “Well,” - He said, his gaze fixed on the murky one of the creature. - “why don’t we kill it first, and ask that later?” - As he spoke the words, his face and tone were as a sea of tranquillity. Indeed, as he faced the creature, Ivan displayed all the serenity and steely nerve one would while...

- “Aye, vicious… but very undisciplined in a fight.” - He shrugged. - “So, not that different from the pirates we’re trying to imitate.” - His gaze shifted towards Harry, who was just coming up to the stern castle. - “We have supplies, but we’ll need some more, if we’re going to spend a lot of...

His brow rose at his friend’s offering, his expression taking on an undertone of curious amusement. - “I’m always a fan of personal initiative.” - He said, with a shrug. - “If you can gather some cash by playing on card tricks then, by all means, go ahead. We’ll get you out of any trouble you...

“I don’t see anything else it’d be interested in.” - When Ivan communicated, he didn’t do so in low, hushed whispers. Indeed, he didn’t even communicate by talking. Instead, he used the special sign language every Dreadlord was taught at the Academy. It was difficult for him to appraise the...

It was nothing but a spark at first; a burst of light against the cold darkness of the night sky. From the sudden white flash though, letters started to be drawn in front of the girl: thin threads of clarity floating in the gloomy air of winter. Fine, yet very much readable. Wherever she...

He rolled his eyes bemusedly, as Lachlan searched his features for any signs of imperfection. - “Settle down now, pretty boy.” - He said mockingly, as he took an inventory log from old Harry. He leafed through it as they walked, and continued on afterwards, as Lachie was commenting on the...

- “Well, let’s put that to the test, shall we?” - He gave her a look that lay halfway between a challenge and a sly encouragement. The sound of shattering stone rang in his ears again. To his surprise, however, as they emerged onto the ruins, they would find them empty. He glanced around...

- “That’s not wh–” - He didn't get the chance to finish. Right in front of his face, Lachlan swivelled a glass of rum, the scent of which was nearly enough to send him scurrying back to the window to puke his insides out… again. Instead though, through sheer power of will, he managed to hold...