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Jynn would notice one of the auras go stock-still, and even flicker, while the other lifted an arm, cocking a gun and pointing it at Jynn.
"It's actually...
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The Vivifica Maestra shifted her gaze the the umbra mage whom Zion had taken for her wife. She gave her a swift look up and down, before...
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The cool, calm exterior of Aislinn cracked when Thea threatened to use force on Vallery. Her features grew rigid, her jaw clenched. "You will...
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A single stroke along Yael's back was the sole response from Mabel, her brows contorting with concern at the display in front of her. Her...
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Nahum's warning filled Mabel with a sense of dread. Her stomach twisted into tight knots, and for a moment she felt as though she were going...
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Mabel's hazel eyes were glassy as they turned on to the Somnum Maestra, drinking in her words with consideration. "It is not fear," she...
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The high priestess folded her arms across her chest, a frown tugging the corners of her mouth downward. "As you said, we have no reason to...
The dark-haired huntress glanced up as Rhines made his way downstairs, his son in tow. Inari's eyes widened as her gaze fell upon Hughes; she would have recognized him anywhere. While the years had indeed aged him, leading him to grow into the fine--and rather attractive--young man that he'd...
It was a quarter after seven by the time that Inari had managed to prepare their breakfast, bundle them up, and set out through the snow and back onto the streets of Spiritvael. Her wardrobe consisted of simple attire, and that day she wore nothing particularly special: a pair of charcoal...
The huntress tilted her head up to the sky, snowflakes kissing her cheeks as she mentally calculated her morning tasks and determining if she could be present at either of the times that the doctor offered. "Thank you, I should be able to bring him at seven in the morning." The sooner that her...
Realization dawned on Inari, an odd relief coursing through her veins. Of course, this was the father; it all made sense. That would explain why Inari could partially recognize his features, but not wholly. There were some similarities that Inari could detect between father and son, traits...
The huntress was snapped from her stupor when she saw the front door of the apothecary open ajar, a lantern emerging from its depths. Her initial instinct was the run, but that would only draw negative attention to herself, especially if she had already been seen. She swallowed hard, fear...
The rest of the day passed by in a blur for Inari, her hands deftly working to string up a tent for herself and her father in the outlying forests of Spiritvael, mind ruminating over the past. She hadn't thought of Hughes Bassett in so long, the mention of the boy evoking emotions that she...
A look of relief flickered across Inari's face. Her gold coins would buy her more than she anticipated. That would help her and her father considerably. The brief luxury of renting a nice, warm bed for a night crossed her mind, but was quickly eradicated. There was no way that they could...
Verrine's face fell at Hughes' testament, the mask of the serpent slipping briefly as his eyes darted frantically across the shop. His disturbance, however, lasted only briefly, and the oily smile was soon back in place, his charisma returning. He shifted his weight to lean against the wall, a...
Verrine's presence seemed to unnerve the young doctor-in-training, causing the prince's smile to widen. He liked it when he was able to dominate the conversation through intimidation. The prince's stance relaxed at the counter as he mused over Hughes' statement.
"Oh, my apologies, then. If...
The bell to the entrance of the apothecary chimed, followed by a chilly gust of winter air whipping into the building. If Hughes looked up he would see a figure in a trench coat of the deepest violet, with gold trim and embellishment on the sleeves. A matching top hat was tilted forward...
I wouldn't request someone to GM a world that I created. That is a LOT of work that the GM would have to do, and essentially it's taking the fun out of being a GM by taking the creative element away from them. I would also think it would be very unnerving for the GM, as they would have to work...
The huntress' eyes widened as Varna procured a dinner roll from his coat, immediately wondering what the penalty was in Spiritvael for stealing. She would've asked, but felt that it was in poor taste to ask such a question after he had aided her in her hour of need. Back in Kikioni, one would...