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Death wrought the tones of all one hundred-and-seventy-six beats per minute as whoever it was said something as pretentiously errant as: Viktor Talionis "I'm wholly honored you know my name - Templar - or, at least the name my mother swore when sweets went missing." The bard stood on his...

Cold indifference supped the warmth from mist laden air. Moisture wrought vibrant greens to life. Their mossy tentacles dove into the warm tones of rolling soil. Turmoil, almost too subtle, splayed time across the rocky texture that rose into foreboding mountains. “Insatiability refused the...

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Deep creases unfurl to expose what had once been protected by a seal of blood-red candle wax. The parchment’s weight confirms its author is of a noble house. Dark curves wind elegantly into words whose meanings clash with the manifestation of practiced serenity. To The Excellency of The High...

Cool stagnation filled the massive chamber that had long been exempt from the passage of day into night. Dry preservation etched the lack of decay across smooth, but simple mortar. Lucidity had begun to flee in ripples across tombs that no longer embraced the dead. Instead, whispers born from...

The unpleasant collision of a blood-curdling screams never came to consume his ears. Instead, in its place came a soft beckoning from the tiny woman. Bewilderment pierced the hectic fog of desperation, if only for a moment. The infected bard was forced to take note of the way olive eyes courted...

Cold pavement ground ruthlessly against his chest. Breath fled his lungs in pursuit of the stringed instrument that been slung across his back. Sharp, percussive twangs sang out with no discernible rhythm as it bounced ahead. He could feel the burn of rent flesh left exposed on the heels of his...

An infant moon stood on the tips of its toes as it struggled against the throngs of rolling clouds to glimpse the chaos down below. Leather boots beat cobbled stone, violating every measure of silence between dark houses laid in rows. Oil burned upon the tops of street lamps in intervals that...

It would make sense for those going directly North to wait somewhere along way for the others who are raising the army. That could provide a nice medium between a small to moderate time skip for all parties that doesn't completely skip ahead to the tundra.

Viktor could feel his weight gently roll back upon his heels. The adolescent brevity with which the lithe elf exacted the toll of her annoyance upon the farmer and his stew seized his imagination. Skeptical eyes clicked against the pastel spectrum of her appearance. The duality of her stature...

Viktor had made little effort to protest the soup handed to him by the lanky man with skin somehow lighter than his own. The flower found its stem woven through an opening on his lapel. An air of confidence - and, an interest in reteaching a skeleton how to properly eat - apparently superseded...

Lots of talent in this thread so far.

The audible scent of whisky-soaked timber stepped lightly in beats of three. Strokes of tensely wound strings danced to the reel of Saint Charlene. Between red timbre chords descended a melody whose toes hardly touched the surface of an invisible pond left tainted with a black oily film. Yet a...

I am still working on a presentable character sheet, but I am absolutely interested in this.