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Necromancers. Always bloody necromancers. It didn't matter if they were orc, human, elf or Kivren. It was always bloody necromancers... -
Maranae reacted to Sylvian Artesto's post in the thread Open Chronicles Digging out the rot with
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Sylvian didn't do much bounty-hunting work anymore. Not that he didn't enjoy the thrill of it, and certainly not that he didn't need the... -
Jyrhann was certain the spear-wielding witch had deliberately moved away from him. With no chair on offer, the shape-shifter took the...
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Maranae replied to the thread Open Chronicles Digging out the rot.She blinked those great yellow eyes of her and cocked her head to one side as if she were considering what she had heard. Of course...
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Jhyrann plodded to a stop as he saw the lights of the small town. The trees gave a slight rustled as the night breeze changed direction...
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Maranae replied to the thread Open Chronicles Digging out the rot.He watched her work from a doorway leading back into the depths of the shop. Intent eyes that seemed to glow in the firelight of the...
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Quinton tilted his head, baffled by this creature’s statement about children not drinking what he was drinking that moment. It wasn’t as...
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Maranae replied to the thread Fable - Ask C'mere, Chimera!.If Quinton had any idea who or, more importantly, what he was talking to he would not have mentioned bloody anything. She had eaten some...
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Quinton was taken aback for two reasons. The first reason was because of this giant girl rushing toward him. The second reason was...
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Maranae replied to the thread Fable - Ask C'mere, Chimera!.She cocked her head to the side, confused at the answer. It was clear as day on her face that she did not understand how thirst or...
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In retrospect, the lack of (too) many patrons meant that the thief’s work was cut out for him. It was a lot easier to navigate between a...
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Maranae replied to the thread Fable - Ask C'mere, Chimera!."At this hour? Asleep, girl," a man at one of the tables replied to her, looking up from a wooden mug of something sour smelling to her...
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In the village of Shroudshire, life was slow and simple, like the little strokes on a piano toward the eve of slumber, or the slumber of...
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Maranae replied to the thread Fable - Ask C'mere, Chimera!.Yet another errand sent out of the city, as though the Master craved his privacy and sought to send his apprentice far enough away that...
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Footsteps clicked and echoed in Flint's ears, prompting the adventurer to look behind him. He was met with an... unusual sight. A girl...