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The fabric of the dress annoyingly tangled around his sword point, and even more annoyingly caught his boot when he cursed and tried to give chase. He slipped on the material, landing on his side with a hard snap that dug the sheath to his blade into his hip. Cursing loudly, he scrambled to his feet...

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His response to her was to step even closer, even as the gob of saliva slapped to his trousers, sticking there stubbornly like a climber being battered against a cliff. The sword point was close to her, now - a firm push would send it slicing into her throat. “You’ll give them back by taking off the...

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Cassick’s eyebrows shot up to nearly his hairline at her vehement insistence that she’d done nothing to provoke him; the fact that she’d hide behind the fact that she was female nearly sent him over the edge. “All I see’s an unarmed thief. Someone who comes into a place of dead people, and disgraces...

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Among everything that Cassick was expecting to leap from the doorway, a woman who was spilling gold all over the place was the absolute least of his expectations. Especially a woman who had jewels and coins - his people’s things - literally spilling from her bodice. The sword held in front of him st...

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Baron Rathbon had always been one of Cassick’s least favourite people, and the Duke found that in death, the man was almost more charming. At least his jowly face wasn’t so sneering and obviously sizing up the wealth of everyone in the room. He even looked rather peaceful - his face relaxed and smoo...

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The faint glow of the candlelight dancing in front of the cracked and rusted glass caught his eye for a moment; a brief glance, a second that broke the long and dark stare he had been giving the corpses that sprawled across his bed. It shimmied and swayed in the faint breeze, bringing more vile smel...

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Monroe's a champ.

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“What era of certificate are you looking for?” The question posed was innocent enough, and was surely one that any normal man with a normal request could easily answer. Unfortunately, Tycho was left staring at the young blonde behind the desk, hands shoved deep into his pockets, aware that the back ...

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My path leads me to the grassy slope that leads to the mountain trail, on either side of my path are bottles; thousands upon thousands of all shapes and sizes that litter the ground. I walk up the pathway, leaving the cabin with your hairbrush and perfume nestled inside far, far behind me. I ascend...

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^

Times a million.

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Hey, guys! I noticed this roleplay and the sheer size of it, and was utterly in awe. So, first off, congratulations to VindicatedPurpose for taking on such a huge responsibility and idea. Secondly, congrats to all of you! Seven pages of RP in such a short time span is utterly amazing. I was just bro...

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The paper was spread out on the nightstand, the dusty white against the deep mahogany of the wood. Tycho's eyes were glued to the front page of the paper; the words "HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN" shrieking out at him, accompanied by a drawing that was... well, laughable. The drawing depicted a m...

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Another contest-qualifier, completely unedited and written in something like twenty six minutes. Feel free to tear it apart! It’s three AM and he can’t sleep. He’s lying there, bare except for the dark comforter wrapped around him, offering a contrast of skin and fabric, with her sleeping, just as b...

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Haha! Thanks!

In my experience, most cheery tales are not nearly as much fun to write.

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Thing that I entered a few years ago, thought I'd throw it up here. Feedback is always welcome. ---- The quiet of the hospital room was offsetting, a myriad of whirs and clicks occasionally breaking through the stony silence, and yet they didn't disturb his sleep. Stretched out on the bed, his long ...

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Thieving was like riding a bike, in a lot of ways. Except the small part of thieving that was illegal. The mage academy was large and forboding, made even more so in the extreme shadow of twilight. Behind Tycho's mask, his eyes were alight and alive, his footsteps quick, as he made his way across th...

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In times past, a Gunslinger making his way through the country was an image of icon, an event to be celebrated. Gunslingers held up a moral code, kept the law in check, and hunted dangerous criminals down, for mere pieces of information on valuable artifacts. It used to be that the Gunslingers were ...

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Phew. Well, that was a downer. Again, if you want to paint humanity in a certain light and only take the bad side, you're not painting it well at all. While it's true that there are plenty of people starving to death while Western Society enjoys freedoms, go ahead and look at those same places - wit...

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My Dearest Jessica. Once again I find myself penning the desires inside my mind, screaming and yelling and pounding on their prison bars in a valiant effort to make themselves known. Once again I find myself on the craggy shoreline of the island, where my own footprints and the blowing dust around m...

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Hey, y'all. Sorry for the post delay; I'll be posting soon, either today or tomorrow.

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