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Alaric slumped low in the saddle. He'd ridden fully for three days, sleeping on horse, but could feel his great beast and friend tiring. "Aye, Thunder," he croaked, bone-weary. The horse snorted, lathered with sweat and trembling with exhaustion. He was bred for war and brilliant charges...

Diamonds Are A Gnome's Best Friend The amber topaz gleamed as diligent digits placed the small gem neatly at the back of the silver mirror that was decorated with ornate inlay of oak leaves that wreathed around the edges of the mirror. Another touch was added to the mirror, a strip of thin...