"I need a new axe. They said you were good."
The blunt voice was accompanied by an equally blunt thud of an axe being dropped onto the wooden counter. Valthar dumped the axe and took half a step back.
The axe itself was well beyond repair. The head itself had several deep notches and was...
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His name was Zeng.
And he was a monster.
So Lazule chased after him. A beacon of light pursuing the fleeing dark.
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Another small village. Annihilated.
Fires burned around her. Pillars of black smoke rising up to the gray clouds above like...
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The group's flight through the woods had seemingly gone well. Albedo still pulled at the Miller, the undead man having nearly tripped a few times on roots and other debris that littered their path. She has talked very little for the rest of their journey, the occasional ghoul poking its head...