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Ashan 12 719

He lined the arrow up to the hanging carcass and felt the tension in his bow. He had missed his last shot, by more than an inch. Mastemyr inhaled and relaxed inwardly, glancing only once at his feet to check their positioning. Stand upright with feet...

3rd of Ashan, Arc 719
Praetorum growled in frustration, unable to do anything but retreat under a flurry of attacks. The Paltharnum he was facing against was masterfully quick with her scimitars, each blow ringing against his shield and scythe within moments of each other, leaving him no space to...

/gallery/image.php?album_id=502&image_id=13286 Ashan 115, 719 - For reals

As Tio stepped through the portal leaving that room that belonged to the Seekers, he'd find himself transported to a new room, made of the same exact stone, with ancient runes carved into the walls. But upon his arrival,...

16th - 17th of Cylus 719

The fields of Fool's Run were eerily silent. But for the chirping of insects and the calls of raptors in the distance, they would not have known there was a huge city standing just a mile behind them. The winds swept over the grasses, obscuring all manner of predatory...

27 Vhalar 718
Thysbae was beginning to note that this wasn't so bad. Having been stolen away from the only place he'd known had maybe been for the best. Or maybe it was his endless positivity reigning supreme over all else. But, really: he couldn't think of the situation as entirely horrendous....

47th of Ashan, Arc 719
The horn sounded, and, surprise surprise, half a dozen Yari started heading towards him. Fine. This was fine. Prae had dealt with worse. He'd never had to use defiance against a large group of enemies before, but he'd have to learn at some point. No time like the present....

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. In depths of self-imposed despair one’s standards slip. One mistake oft leads to three… four… eleven? Regardless it all began with the previous day. The random assault of those that find themselves above common decency. People… people were… no… became scum when they...

50th of Ashan, Arc 719
Praetorum, clad in leather armor and carrying his scythe and tower shield, strode into to the temple of Raskalarn as the first rays of sunlight broke over the city walls, wind whipping at his feet as he walked. Despite the early break, there was already a spar taking place...

47th of Ashan, Arc 719
In the early morning light, Praetorum found a note slipped under his door, with a time— in two breaks— and an address — A large house Prae had actually passed before— written on it, and nothing else. The handwriting wasn't known to Prae, not that many people wrote to him,...

14 Ashan 719 | Balthazar Black | Outside Yaralon
The mage hunter was about fifty feet away and closing fast. Balthazar held his open palm stance, breathing rhythmically in through his nose and out through his mouth, as the hunter charged towards him. The burning that had filled his body and boiled...

32nd of Ashan, Arc 719

Praetorum pressed a hand to his muzzle, claws rubbing at the crest of his snout. I can't say I recommend this. He sighed, looking down at the stranger who'd planted herself in front of him. It's a very bad idea.


On the contrary, Ithecal. I think it's a wonderful...

50th of Ashan, Arc 719
Normally, Praetorum would have healed his injuries with the rune of regeneration, or at least his arm, since that had mostly been superficial, if extremely painful damage. His ribs... the human who'd given him a quick look over said it was only mildly cracked, so Prae could...

50th of Ashan, Arc 719
Continued from Part 1 



The way Praetorum had it figured, he and his opponent were about evenly matched in skill; with no magic or marks, they were probably about the same strength, as much as it galled Praetorum to admit it. His hone runes, chained as they were with...

58th of Ashan, Arc 719

It was an ambush Praetorum could never have predicted.


They came slinking into the darkness, from within tents and around campfires, all converging on that one, distant part of the camp, where Praetorum sat by a fire of his own, carefully oiling the blade of his...

☠ Cylus 11th, 718 ☠
☠ Mood: Focused
☠ Company: Himself
☠ Current Thought: Must keep getting stronger
☠ Current Theme: Bury Me Low
Common Speech
Xantheon Speech
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☠ Even in the darkest of Cylus, it could not stop those of the martial part from...

☠ 27th of Cylus 718 ☠
☠ Mood: Intrigued, Mesmorized
☠ Company: Himself
☠ Current Thought: Is it not Beautiful?
☠ Current Theme: Bury Me Low
☠ Attire: Masterwork Armor
Common Speech
Xantheon Speech
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☠ Cervantez heard the bang just like everyone...

46th of Ashan, Arc 719
Praetorum trekked through the forest of Bastard's Grove, weaving between screaming trees and over bloody streams, letting the elements guide him to the perfect spot. Following the burbling of the water's voice, he managed to find his way to a clearing, bright and well lit...

14 Ashan 719 | Balthazar Black | Outside Yaralon
Thank you, I suppose. Balthazar replied sharply to the mysterious man. The man did not take a step closer to nor did he take a step further from Balthazar. Instead he remained where he was and let his right hand rest on the end of his war hammer...

20th Cylus, 719
Alright, so... I've been thinkin' about it, an' I think I get it. But I might not. Vega looked at Arlo and she gave a slight, crooked smile. Faldrun's domain is turmoil, apparently, cos he's a dweeb who's more used doused than walkin'. I'm the opposite. Rhythm. She had an...

45th of Ashan, Arc 719

Continued from Learning to Dance

I can't help— Praetorum declared as his third dirt tower tilted sadly— but feel like I'm doing something wrong. 



Edyn looked over at him, and down at the slightly off center pile of dirt. No one's expecting you make a field of spikes...

45th of Ashan, Arc 719
Evonshire was a noisy place, even at night. There were always animals demanding to be fed, people bustling around, militia members training. It gave the village a liveliness that Prae loved, but it did mean that he often had to go some distance from the village to get some...

46th of Ashan, Arc 719

Praetorum reached for air, his friend, his companion, and— he now realized— his kin. And as it swirled around his fingers, down his arms, he found the decision had not been so scary after all. The others sang to him still, counted him their companion still. It was only...

67th-68th of Ashan 719

Kalortah’s belly rumbled as he digested the foreign meat of that orcwaul bison. Although Avriel were more capable of digesting raw meat than lesser beings, the meat wasn’t something he was accustomed to. He could’ve done with a pile of it, for the bloody taste of the thing,...

67th of Ashan 719

Kalortah just flew in from the North and boy were his wings tired.

He’d come by way of Scalvoris Island, making the long journey through the winds. To be fair, the currents did most of the work on the way South. One of the privileges of being born of a superior race of airborne...