Patricia Smith
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The thick, partially eroded sandstone walls rose steeply around this large rotunda. As the night approached, these tan walls looked almost grey. Debris and fallen stone lined the ground in spirals, the remnants of a sky-high dome which had eroded and chipped away over time. There were still signs of the ornate pattern of finely-carved niches in the highest reaches of the dome, patterned like coffers in a circle around the dome's underside and containing small paintings of ancient Kings. A few large, stone…-
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The sound of footsteps echoed around the black, stony passage like a frantic heartbeat, as George ran from his pursuers. His combination of Strength, Dexterity and Constitution made him a fast runner here, and he had bolted as soon as he saw a DeathGang member approach. The instinct of fleeing when that Guild's tag appeared was one which had been honed by the nerves of a sleepless night before the war East of Kruxol. And once he set off, he was difficult to catch. He had managed to flee from the war…
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kicked the large, black stone wall in frustration, but it did not budge an inch. His Guild official, , had sent him a private message asking sternly why he had stepped out of Kaxil four hours ago, specifying the exact time when he had left. He had exited the town through a backdoor in an abandoned building, in a ramshackle, empty part of the town's outskirts where barely anyone would normally see him go. If someone had seen him, he guessed that he had been placed under watch. And he might know why. He…
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As the carriage loudly sauntered out of sight, the group withdrew from the window. DicingDevil closed it behind them. "It looks like it's going North," he said. "We might catch up with it if we head out soon." "I didn't notice it until we entered this part of the building, maybe it's some sort of apparition that only appears from in here?" Grisier replied. "That's quite possible, we'll see." As the group slowly sifted through the materials on the desk, finding a few valuable old coins and medallions,…
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As the ancient carriage drew along the dirt, the carriage's wheels whispered rivulets of grating noise which sounded like hail, mingled with the hoarse cry of bats from above, and the crooked spokes clacked like skeletons across the mud. The heavy dirge of the wind and thick leaves gave ceremony to the harsh staccato of Ghezel's skeleton in its coffin, and draped it with that funereal harmony which eludes life itself. The carriage that bore her to the funeral now stood bare. People make an uproar…
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Since the group no longer had a prisoner to test the path ahead, nor a tank, DicingDevil decided to turn back towards the entrance of the mansion. Some loud, screeching noises had begun to emerge from deeper in the building, and exploring further seemed unsafe as evening approached. "Let's check out the lock downstairs again, then leave and check if there are any quests up North," DicingDevil told the group. "But first, make sure you've gathered everything from here." After the ghostly female had died,…
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Instead of opening the door, a female form glided right through it. Her skin was a snowy white mist which billowed a soft glow into the air around her, and her steps were soundless. She had no nametag above her head, nor any indication as to what level she might be if she was an enemy. As she approached the corpse, she rose one hand to her chest and gasped as if worried. Her long, straight black hair flared lightly over her shoulders. After a moment's hesitation, she approached it, paying no attention to…
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"The villagers mentioned that there's a small religious cult settled to the East, but then they started warning me not to go there," DicingDevil told the group, who were gathered just to the North of the village. "Now they won't get off my case about it, they keep saying that those guys engage in ritual sacrifice to devils and that I should never talk about them. As you can see, some of them are following me around to make sure we don't go East. I guess we'll have to leave Westwards, then see if we can…
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The hunting party surrounded the pit, assailing the limping white panther with swords and spears whenever it tried stubbornly to leap out. Modrea and Grisier combined to halt the panther with a series of and in its way whenever it got a foothold on the edge of the pit, and Dionarcy followed it around with a large shield to hold back its assaults. Following Starfighter's lead, Crucis assailed the female panther's nose, throat and wounded leg as soon as it rose to the side of the pit, forcing it back…
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slashed at an as it crawled out of the water, then used a to weaken it. Seeing it lunge at his leg, he used a of his own, and roughly stabbed through the otter's head until it fell to the ground bleeding. He had taken a slight scratch to the knee in the process, but barely felt it. A to the wounded otter was enough to kill it. As he reached for another otter to the left, his Guildmate impaled it with two quickfire arrows which were enough to kill the creature. He was still surprised at how much…
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