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Wulren chuckled and held up his hands, surrendering to the Winter Queen's challenge over her poffered beverage. "May it always be beyond me to sully your pride, fair Mab." His hands dropped down to his cup before bringing it to his lips. It wasn't the sweet wine he expected, but something...

"Libertine." The wolf rolled the word around his tongue as he said it, a silver tail flicking behind him. "Sounds like a word for Reno. Me, I'm just a soldier tryin' to live 'til his last battle." He slid into one of the stools, the well worn wood creaking beneath his weight. "Good to know...

"The Fair Queen Mab," Wulren drawled as he stepped through the doors, the threshold still a bit fuzzy as he came into his dream. "The woman of my dreams." He flashed a smile as he strode over to her barstool. His clothes, originally little more than a night shirt and trousers started to change...

There was a pounding in his ears and his heart, the drums of war constantly beating for the silver Vitae lord. Too long he had ignored their rhythm and sat idly in his grand hall. Sure the Zorren god of war had patronized tournaments and listened to prayers aplenty, but too long he had denied...

Dauner Jantu Think I might be throwing up the thread today if y'all are still interested. Ready for a bit of Vive le revolution? Probably gonna be in the Allir reach in some random corrupt city.

Vitae Lord of War