Hi! Foxy here with a brand new character! Angel Girl is an escaped slave fleeing to Kor Gol-something and she's in the Spine somewhere. This PTSD-ridden winged girl could use some friends besides her unnamed Dog!
Please feel free to jump in here!
Weylin Kyrel Velaeri
Dawn was breaking on a new day. A clump of snow fell from a branch of a nearby pine tree. The sun’s first rays slowly bleached the sky yellow, shining brilliantly on snow-capped mountains. The cold of the morning was no different from the cold of the night, and yet it woke the slumbering elf all...
A week and nearly another had passed since Skuld had met the McArthur man. Their paths had split after Vel Anir, and with it a feeling that Skuld had no name for surfaced. She had thought about it while she traveled back towards her goal of scouting the countryside. Having seen no immediate...
Saul had been smiling for what seemed like weeks on end now.
Things at Herath had gone well, better than he had expected in fact. More Chapters had shown that he had thought they would, and more importantly they had...tentatively agreed to work together. There had bit some small hiccups, but it...
It was early dawn when the nine set off. Valerie had tactfully said her goodbyes the night before. She was not there to see them depart.
There was a sense of anxious excitement in the air as the nine gathered and saddled up. They had not been as a unit like this since that first mission to deal...
"What the- WHO LET THE VAMPIRIC RATS ESCAPE AGAIN?" Bellowed a familiar female voice.
Ana squeaked and pulled herself on top of the kitchen counter, careless to the bowls and glass jars she sent smashing loudly to the floor. Despite being debately the strongest anti-magic user in the compound...
Falwood Border - 800 Leagues South-West of Alliria
Word had been sent, now it was just a matter of waiting. Ironically despite her age and heritage Fëanáro Elrohir was actually not at all good at waiting for others, she liked action and she liked to take care of issues before they became...
Allir Reach - West, Near the Spine
Saul wrenched his sword free from the corpse, already congealed blood pulling at it's steel surface as if trying to keep it in place. He scowled behind his helmet. "Fucking ghouls."
The Templar said as he kicked the body, turning away and inspecting the edge...
Saul Talith
Thread
burning village
mages
necromancers
slaughter
templar
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