Sarah Thomas
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Barza had fainted. Again. Tycon raised a palm upward, incredulous, "Mister Wroe, you've made a bloody mess." The Daeva shrugged as if the sequence of events were natural. They were not. "I'll get the mop, then?" The golden-eyed youth nodded, pursing his lips, "Yes, please do." The angelic-faced boy was a bit taller than Tycon. A sturdy metal breastplate guarded his chest, and adventurer's leathers covered the other vital parts. Wroe also wore a straight blade on his side, its hilt shiny and…-
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The Shadowdark Wolves had tried to assault Tycon in a dark alleyway. The last of them attacked with blind fervor. If a man can find a single hint of familiarity, he can rationalize. With rationality, he gleans hope. And with hope, no matter how small... the humans can struggle marvelously against their fates. It was admirable. Tycon had killed all of them, save Barza and his final surviving companion. He had transformed into a massive white snake and was crushing the life out of... not-Barza.…
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Tycon examined the giant fellow sharing his table. His muscles were comically oversized and the skin not covered by leather armor was covered in healed claw-marks and cuts. His face and smile were broad and his head was covered in a mane of bright red hair. He looked trustworthy... if a bit dim. « System, inquiry: Who the hells is this? » ...Apparently, he wouldn't get anything worthwhile unless he asked properly. How frustrating. « System, search: Information on this Dragan fellow. » «…
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Tycondrius stared at his dim, golden-eyed reflection in the water. It wouldn't have been troublesome if his pupils were merely uniquely colored. The entire sclera of his eyes were a mottled and cracked yellowish gold and his pupils were black elliptical slits. Tycon groaned in annoyance-- he had the eyes of a nocturnal predator, hence the excellent night vision. He also induced that the shape of his pupils also improved his horizontal peripheral vision. Was he... some kind of humanoid snake... Or a…
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The sensation of falling caused the young man to jerk awake. The fall was swift and sudden. The resulting crash was loud and painful. He pushed himself off the wooden floor, trying to take in his surroundings... and trying not to gag at the reek of moldy straw and poorly treated inn-room wood. "Why… in the seven hells does my head feel like it's been struck with a hammer?" The man growled. He curled his body and clutched at his head, his knees and feet against the floor. With furious focus, he…
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The biting chill of the starlit night dulled Barza's senses. He couldn't shake the foreboding feeling of being watched-- being followed. "We shouldn't be doing this," Barza mumbled under his breath. His companions wouldn't listen to his gripes and worries. He had joined the group a fortnight prior and had yet to earn enough respect necessary to have a voice among them. Even still, he hoped at least one of them would listen to reason. He found himself complaining again... which was against his better…
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