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Campfire and Conversations

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Campfire and Conversations

The flames from the fire chased the shadows away, and a relaxing crackle echoed throughout the night. Eskel was sitting on his bedroll, legs crossed, as he absentmindedly brought the whetstone back and forth along the blade of his sword. He had been on the road for the better part of two weeks now, but it didn't bother him much. He was actually more worried that it bothered Brina. The young woman had been traveling with him, even though he had been quite adamant that it wasn't a life for the likes of her. He had meant it as a compliment, but he may not have chosen the best words and so she had become quite offended. She hadn't spoken to him

The Journal of Rosyne Sinver van Urren - p. 2

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The Journal of Rosyne Sinver van Urren - p. 2

13th of Avril, in the year 1355 It's been some time since last I wrote. Almost an entire year has passed since then, but so much has happened. I barely know where to start. It took a little more than a week for me to track Cyrille down. She had already been in Arveka for two days when I arrived there, despite following her instructions to the letter. I fear I might not be as good a map reader as I thought. The city was enormous, bigger than anything I've ever seen. It took a moment for me to get my bearing, seeing as everything, despite being beautiful, looked the same. I tried asking a few locals, but they barely responded to my queries.

The Fall - Torian

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The Fall - Torian

He looked around. The small, rural village was a far cry from the splendor of Qin and he couldn't for the life of him understand why she had insisted on meeting here. To be honest, he couldn't understand what a crusader would want with him to begin with. Westvik and Cheojin wasn't on the best of terms right now, anyway. He was getting impatient, slowly pacing back and forth. He was just about to leave when he heard a hemming behind him. Turning around he saw a blonde woman, dressed in the distinct steel armor and softly yellow scapular of the Elozeni Order. She didn't appear nervous, but rather worried. As if a great weight rested on her sho

The Incident at Beausol

A Dangerous Game

A Fight Like No Other - 3

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A Fight Like No Other - 3

Things had been quiet for the last couple of days. Eitris had delivered regular rapports about Triss' movement, but he had also mentioned that a stranger had begun ask around about the sorceress - a stranger with yellow eyes. Corvina had spent the last couple of days rummaging through her books and notes, slowly coming to the conclusion that the witcher must be the man Triss have told her about. The man whom she loved, but couldn't have. Geralt of Rivia, if her memory served. Despite this, she still hoped that she never had to cross path with him - no need to take unnecessary risks. She was roused from her thoughts by someone clearing their

A Small Problem

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A Small Problem

I The rain was pouring down by the time they reached the Crossroads Inn. The contradictory thing about this particular inn was that, despite its name, it wasn't located at a crossroad, nor was it really an inn. It was more of a hole in the wall, located in the middle of nowhere. Thus it was a the favourite meeting place for thieves, gangsters, corrupt businessmen and those planning something less than law-abiding. It was also a haven for those who wielded magic, as Kufrait was known for its anti-magic laws. These laws was the reason all self-respecting mages avoided the country like a drunken uncle at a family gathering. Most Moonbound tend

Something Old, Something New

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Something Old, Something New

Gabriel's perspective.  His stomach was in an uproar. He couldn't decide whether he was feeling nauseous or just nervous. Or if it was a mixture of both. Subconsciously pulling at the tie, he tried to swallow a lump that had lodged itself in his throat. His palms were sweaty and he had a nagging feeling that he looked sweaty as well.  Guests had already began filling the chairs that were placed in neat rows of eight in line. White columns were placed on either side of each row, decorated by climbing roses. Each chair had a white slipcover with a black band around the backs. He himself was standing on a small podium, in front of a

Bath and Stitches

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Bath and Stitches

The hot water eased his sore muscles and the pain was slowly subsiding. He had been forced to remove the blood soaked bandages, realizing the stitches on his shoulder had gone up. Eskel suspected Brina would be less than pleased, as she went to great lengths to make sure his wounds healed. But after having delivered the katakan's head to the guard, he had been jumped by a couple of troublemakers. He had dispatched them, but not before they had managed to hit his already wounded shoulder. The pain had been so intense that he had felt nauseous, dots had started dancing before his eyes and for a brief moment was he certain that he was going to

A Helping Hand

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A Helping Hand

Eskel carefully followed the tracks he had discovered. The monster was bipedal, with large tracks. A blood-drinker, judging from its victims - but not a lesser vampire, seeing as the bodies weren't mutilated. A katakan, perhaps? He grimaced, it was never an easy fight when they were involved. With his sword at the ready, he neared an abandoned cottage outside of town. He didn't like this. Fighting in such close quarters was never a good thing, and he wasn't sure he could draw it out. The house was nearly a ruin, its roof had caved in in most places and nature was on the verge of claiming it as its own. Strange noises caught his attention -
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The Journal of Rosyne Sinver van Urren

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The Journal of Rosyne Sinver van Urren

12th of Juin, in the year 1354. Many days have passed since my father posted the bounty on the monster that prowls our land. A few brave, but stupid, men have claimed to be able to slay it, but as of yet none have succeeded. I fear father is losing hope that the beast will be slain, and that we have to contend to it living outside our walls. I did tell him that maybe he should try to write to one of the Witchmaster academies, the people there are born to slay monsters after all. But he refused, stubborn as he is, claiming that normal people can do it as well as they. Mother tried to argue my case, but father wouldn't hear it. Said that his
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The Journal of Rosyne Sinver van Urren - p. 2

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The Journal of Rosyne Sinver van Urren - p. 2

13th of Avril, in the year 1355 It's been some time since last I wrote. Almost an entire year has passed since then, but so much has happened. I barely know where to start. It took a little more than a week for me to track Cyrille down. She had already been in Arveka for two days when I arrived there, despite following her instructions to the letter. I fear I might not be as good a map reader as I thought. The city was enormous, bigger than anything I've ever seen. It took a moment for me to get my bearing, seeing as everything, despite being beautiful, looked the same. I tried asking a few locals, but they barely responded to my queries.

The Fall - Torian

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The Fall - Torian

He looked around. The small, rural village was a far cry from the splendor of Qin and he couldn't for the life of him understand why she had insisted on meeting here. To be honest, he couldn't understand what a crusader would want with him to begin with. Westvik and Cheojin wasn't on the best of terms right now, anyway. He was getting impatient, slowly pacing back and forth. He was just about to leave when he heard a hemming behind him. Turning around he saw a blonde woman, dressed in the distinct steel armor and softly yellow scapular of the Elozeni Order. She didn't appear nervous, but rather worried. As if a great weight rested on her sho

The Incident at Beausol

A Dangerous Game

A Small Problem

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A Small Problem

I The rain was pouring down by the time they reached the Crossroads Inn. The contradictory thing about this particular inn was that, despite its name, it wasn't located at a crossroad, nor was it really an inn. It was more of a hole in the wall, located in the middle of nowhere. Thus it was a the favourite meeting place for thieves, gangsters, corrupt businessmen and those planning something less than law-abiding. It was also a haven for those who wielded magic, as Kufrait was known for its anti-magic laws. These laws was the reason all self-respecting mages avoided the country like a drunken uncle at a family gathering. Most Moonbound tend

Something Old, Something New

S

Something Old, Something New

Gabriel's perspective.  His stomach was in an uproar. He couldn't decide whether he was feeling nauseous or just nervous. Or if it was a mixture of both. Subconsciously pulling at the tie, he tried to swallow a lump that had lodged itself in his throat. His palms were sweaty and he had a nagging feeling that he looked sweaty as well.  Guests had already began filling the chairs that were placed in neat rows of eight in line. White columns were placed on either side of each row, decorated by climbing roses. Each chair had a white slipcover with a black band around the backs. He himself was standing on a small podium, in front of a

The Journal of Rosyne Sinver van Urren

T

The Journal of Rosyne Sinver van Urren

12th of Juin, in the year 1354. Many days have passed since my father posted the bounty on the monster that prowls our land. A few brave, but stupid, men have claimed to be able to slay it, but as of yet none have succeeded. I fear father is losing hope that the beast will be slain, and that we have to contend to it living outside our walls. I did tell him that maybe he should try to write to one of the Witchmaster academies, the people there are born to slay monsters after all. But he refused, stubborn as he is, claiming that normal people can do it as well as they. Mother tried to argue my case, but father wouldn't hear it. Said that his
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A Most Human Monster

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A Most Human Monster

A light drizzle fell as Cyrille entered the forest. Her senses immediately perked up and she gazed around, studying her surroundings thoroughly. There seemed to be no indications of any struggle, so she couldn't help but wonder if what the boy had said was true. Had his father been abducted against his will - which appeared unlikely, or had he willingly gone with the wood nymph? Walking a bit further into the forest, she felt her atame react to remnants of magic in the area. She brought it forth, holding it in front of her as she cast a spell to reveal any kind of footsteps or other tracks she could follow. Searching for a moment soon revea

Scars and Lavender

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Scars and Lavender

Cyrille sank down into the tub, sighing contentedly as the warm water eased her sore muscles and bruised skin. The latest contract had taken way longer than she had wanted, bordering on almost a week. It hadn't been easy, but she had finally solved it and earned quite the coin pouch from it. She ducked beneath the surface, feeling the warmth surround her. Once she resurfaced again and sat back in the wooded tub, she felt loving fingers begin to massage her scalp. "It's late," she murmured. "Did I wake you?" "Nah," the woman behind her replied, "I can't sleep when you're out on business." Cyrille turned sideways, looking at the other woman

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“Ah, du måste va Alexander?” Alexandre ryckte till och vände sig om. Han hade inte hört att någon stigit ut bakom honom. Mannen som nu stod framför honom var av medellängd, med rågblont, rufsigt hår som var så där lagom långt. Han bar ett par slitna jeans med sin t-shirt nedstucken i bakfickan och flertalet tatueringar dekorerade hans bröst och armar. “Alexandre,” rättade han. “Va?” “Det uttalas Alex-andre.” Han visste att han borde ha ändrat namnet till något mer modernt, men på något sätt så var
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Yes t a Gary-Stu (updated)
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I'm sorry? I don't follow 😅
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hello!
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Hello to you to ^^
Happy new year and merry christmas Marquite :)
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Thank you, the same to you!
Hey Marquite :) and your very welcome and thank you and both you and me will have best happy new year and merry christmas and more Marquite :)