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  1. Sulissurn

    Closed Thread What Broken Things Reflect

    Stink of old ale and body sweat from the Brazen Wench began its slow ebb with the wind from the dark cloak wrapped around the drow. It was not cold in mid summer’s night, but for whichever reason—either old habit or perhaps the sense of something else—Suliss’ kept it close to body. The black of...
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    Closed Thread Pipe Dreams

    No one dared to stop her on her trek down memory lane. Correction, it was her trek down a visible, physical, real road that lead her down a path of many memories. Now that winter had shed her fine coat over most of the pocket-places within this odd realm, odd town, everywhere golden eyes...
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    Closed Thread Screa'in

    The full moon bore her ill will. Full and pregnant, the glittering cold silver circle bore its brunt down upon white head and she hated it, loved it. There was always something about the moon and those of the female gender which shared some secret bond no man, world or child could break. But...
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    Closed Thread We Understand

    Six crows in the night called, cackling out a greeting to the shadows and the moonlight. There was little warning of her coming and going; Rhilshen no doubt found it difficult to pin her down, but perhaps might have found its streets a bit cleaner in the past few months. Little gifts of...
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    Open Thread Ask a Drow

    Apparently behind the bar of both The Brazen Wench and O'cleary's, there is a little black box that sits ominously, squat and waiting for--letters (although to be honest, it looks more like it would accept blood, children, and sacrifice.) Letters dropped inside the box disappear. But randomly...
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    Closed Thread Get What you Need

    In her glass was a bleeding man She was practiced at the art of deception Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands You can't always get what you want How long she had slept was not known. She remembered white dresses. White promises. White lies. She remembers a dance with a masked man...
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    Closed Thread A Game of Bones

    The first time they beat her for trusting they’d done it in such a manner as to leave her face whole, but nearly impossible for her to get up and walk. The bruising on her arms made it difficult for her to hold onto the scraps of food given to them daily, her swollen legs made it impossible to...
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