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Anima wore the face of the masseuse. Had her blonde hair, her green eyes. She was her. The Masquerade had made it so. And this was such a bountiful idea, wearing the face of the masseuse and coming to work at this massage parlor in Alliria for a spell. The closeness, the contact, the touch, the...

WHAP. WHAP. WHAP. The tiny flames of candles on their stands around the Altar of Astra flickered with the motion of each strike, each lashing Jane brought upon her own bare back. Her cuirass she had removed, her plackart, her pauldrons, her rerebraces and vambraces, her couters and her...

(Pixabay) Zeri got the small fire going in the low light of the fading day. She had established a modest camp. A small lean-to tent made of hide, her bedroll laid out beneath it. Her traveling pack she had at the foot of her bedroll. Between two close trees she had tied a line of twine...

Night had fallen, and Heike wandered into a town of moderate size whose name she did not know and did not see posted on a sign. Rudimentary wooden walls, a small but permanent force of professional guards. This could prove difficult. Risky. But it had to be done, and the night was her ally...

Pouring rain. The day made a species of night by the dark stormclouds overhead. A cabin in the woods, up a long and gradual incline of hills, nested in the flat ground at the top. Better days have departed the home, for now one of the massive trees of the forest had since fallen upon the...

One of the best routes for ambushing caravans and travelers happened to be the route between Alliria and that sparkling new portal stone in the Reach that popped up after the dreadful Pandemonium crisis. Ah yes, there were plenty of smaller parties venturing out toward the stone, plenty that...

Rolling green hills in the Allir Reach. A clearing. And a lone tree near the center of this clearing, ringed by the temperate forest. She lay on her back in the grass. Her body in the shade of the lone tree, all save for her left arm. There on it a small slashing tear in the cloth wraps...

The eccentric arch-wizard Grangomelle has decided that his prized collection of artefacts needs to be passed on to worthy adventurers before he passes away. Word has spread far and wide that he will be arranging events where the bravest folk can compete to win these prizes. Grangomelle has...