He would not be the man in the bakery, he would not cry while others died. No, he opened the door and saw immediately a large muscular man pinning a woman to a bed, his hand over her head, her unclothed chest exposed with lacerations across it. She was bleeding, she was dying. He had to help.
Read PostMagdaline came into the world on a beautiful winter’s day. Both parents knew she would be the light of their life and would forever more do anything to protect and nurture the girl.
Read PostAs he walked from shop to shop, setting orders for the resort, he heard a voice that haunted him for the past month. At first it was plain to hear, then divulged into yelling a proclamation. "Hear ye, hear ye.
Read PostMen would show up out of the blue in various places in her life and do some great deed to win her hand, asking, begging, tricking. Each would be turned down, each given a cold shoulder. Her station also taught her that violence and evil were synonymous, so each suitor, that touted his exploits, would obviously never be worthy of her.
Read PostHe was a pure Half Elf and his family was proud to be counted back generations. His father was a shopkeep in Stormhome and his mother stayed at home with him and his other siblings.
Read PostFalros' hand flung high in the air, the dagger in it, encrusted with jewels, streaked with blood. The silver sill glinted off of the crisp morning sunlight. The quality of the blade was without question, made by the finest silversmiths in Stormhome.
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