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Excitement and trepidation blended together in the heart of Feä Mindalië. In her hand she clutched the first Pass of her College studentship, and she'd but to present it to the sentries at the gates of the College, and she could go forth into the City itself, Elbion proper, and do as she pleased...

GRAND LIBRARY BACKROOM ONE Suleiman turned his head and spat out some blood that had pooled in his mouth. He lay on his back with a lip freshly busted. Almost on his back, to be precise, as he wasn't quite flat on the floor but rather bowed slightly over one of the ladders in the Library...

THE WAR COLLEGE LIBRARY How did it all go so wrong? Suleiman lay with his back bent on the edge of a table that had toppled over onto its side during the scuffle, half standing and half in the halted process of falling over to the ground. He lay there dazed, staring up at the ceiling, but not...

((ooc: looking for a quick fight between my character and someone. The plan is that your character is being hunted by Xiel for a large amount of money. )) ------------- The Nordenfiir had been watching the main road for the past week, waiting for the person to match the picture that he...

Allir Keep, Alliria, 370AC "Anyra, get your arse to the captain's quarters. He wants to speak with you." The man had to crane his neck to look up at Anyra. Even for a Komodo, she was tall. Her stature as a person, however, was in juxtaposition with her stature within society. Clearly being...

Alliria, the trade capital of Arethil and home to nearly every form of legal (and illegal) pursuits of pleasure. As far as Dianna Calcutte was concerned, the only pleasure Alliria had to offer was a simple tavern in which she could drink with her comrades and enjoy the end of the week. It was...

Obann - The Dancing Darlin' Val loved to drink with the commoners. There was something demonstrably more exciting about the idea of moving around with the peasantry than the nobility. He was pretty sure that it was the fact that most of them didn't really care about decorum or anything of the...

Baron Idris skipped through the air, boots repelling him inches off the ground with magnetospheric energy so that he never quite touched the ground. He was clad head to toe in his enchanted armor, faceplate down. Scrolls protruded from pouches at his waist and sapphires as big as apples...