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Countess D'Lione found Benedict despite his best efforts, and had cornered him off of the main hall. She'd caught on quickly to the limp he tried to hide. To say she could be a mother hen at times was an understatement. It was only by her grace, and that of her children, that life of the castle-thralls was tolerable. She had her hands on once bountiful hips which had withered with age. Her hair had once been a lustrous black, but was not streaked with grey. There was still a regal beauty to the cast of her face, untarnished even by wrinkles. Her hazel eyes were flecked with gold, and brimmed with concerned anger. "How many times have I told y

Countess D'Lione found Benedict despite his best efforts, and had cornered him off of the main hall. She'd caught on quickly to the limp he tried to hide. To say she could be a mother hen at times was an understatement. It was only by her grace, and that of her children, that life of the castle-thralls was tolerable. She had her hands on once bountiful hips which had withered with age. Her hair had once been a lustrous black, but was not streaked with grey. There was still a regal beauty to the cast of her face, untarnished even by wrinkles. Her hazel eyes were flecked with gold, and brimmed with concerned anger. "How many times have I told y

In the After Times humanity lives in a world shattered by disaster and reclaimed by both Nature and things most unnatural. The Others, as they are called, resemble creatures of legend or are horrors spawned by science gone mad! Still Mankind is nothing if not a stubborn beast and has managed to claw their way back to some level of civilization. Our tale takes place in a region known as Wuthering where several cities and towns have bound together in defense against threats human and inhuman. A young woman must keep a promise her father made in haste to a terror left over from before the Fall by travelling into the very den of the elder horror