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That was creepy so she kicked up the heat in herself to radiate a bit of warmth and chase the chill out again. Thraah leaned back a bit as Faustina locked eyes with her. This was sounding a bit beyond her and this level of devotion was a bit upsetting to witness. "Uh right." She was beginning...

"Huh." Religions were funny, Thraah sometimes found herself thinking of her parents gods, the little shrine they sung to. She didn't remember the names and thinking about it now she didn't know if she ever asked. "So you're a priest who sings to your uh sun... dad? Does he ever like..." It was...

"Oh yeah, destiny eh, well I don't know about that." It felt a bit like a lie. She did know something of it. The gemstone that fueled her powers, which was now sewn into her chest, was just a massive ruby until she touched it and it started to beat like a heart. Her Momni had said they found...

"Alright then." Thraah gave a shrug at Faustina's refusal. It was odd but folk did as they did and there was milk available if memory served. She had Hatter warm some up and bring it while she invited Faustina into her tent and out of the wind. Offered her the only chair while she sat on her...

It took a moment but Thraah repeated the woman's words in her mind and nodded, satisfied. "Okay... okay" With her hands she shoo'd the other woman back. "Right, CAWLDER!" Her voice cut like a horn through the night and in a few seconds a large woman with bare arms and wearing a thick apron...

"Yeah yeah okay." Thraah often felt like that kind of thing was a given you know, the lives of the people in the fort. Honestly she felt a bit bad for the other woman. She seemed a bit... absolutely terrified so she was at least sane. "Look I don't usually deal with this so how about I give you...

Well she didn't expect this. The Cortosi had envoys of course, people of words and learning. Big words, much learning too. Nobles and this woman held herself like that. Stood up tall among her enemies, faith gave people that. A look went to the Fort and the battle that seemed to be getting...

With the latest Gargoyle turned to molten slag before her Thraah watched the dead man crack another like an egg with his sword, which she felt was a waste of a blade. "Don't try to get on my good side freak. I don't have one for dead-heads!" Her hand weaved in a circle that erupted flame...

A blast, a jet of fire from the sky and a heavy *thump* of smoke herald her arrival. Thraah could not navigate to the entrance of the garden, so she took the scenic route out of boredom though later she would be convinced it was to save the others from monsters of stone. When the smoke cleared...

The sun was setting over the hills and cast long shadows over the Cortos Fort. Thraah climbed out of the tunnel, face of dirt and looked at her timepiece. The watch was a prized possession, she'd purchased it from requisition when she took command of the Fire-cats. "Six... five..." The...

Dear Perrine I know I don't write and it's been a long time but I wanted to fill you in on all that's happened since graduation. I know I didn't catch you afterwards. The new house is great and the military commission I have for service keeps us well. It's too bad there is a war that keeps us...

Ew. "Ew, fuck Maz that's rough so... you gotta be presented like a stallion at market?" The idea was weird and gross. Her folks had all married because they wanted to and no other reason. Perhaps worse was Maz casual take on it. He seemed resigned to the idea of loveless marriage. He even...

It took all her willpower not to cry out permission, to blatantly insist nay demand that Maseno pick her up in his hunky toned arms this instant. So instead she playfully shook her fist at him. "Heh, you'd better!" But he was talking about a wife. A wife? "Your wife? Wow Maz, you're thinking...

No games, no training and no magic. Thraah always knew when Leander was using his anti magic because it was the only time she felt cold anymore. Thraah was proud and stubborn but she remembered when she charged at that dink instructor back at Vel Castere. She was calm as she stood at the ready...

Gold Thraah spat a mote of fire that left a scorch mark on the ground. She was looking considerably more animal than person at this point, her clothes smouldering as if about to ignite at any moment and her back hunched. Her chains still wrapped about her bloody knuckles that left steaming red...