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Aki frowns as she enters the velvet-covered room. She stares at the fireplace and the two elegant chairs, then the books that stretched on and on to the ceiling. This was by far the homelist room she's seen so far. From the overstuffed chairs to the breathtaking windmill painting, she couldn't...

"Abandoned. Boarded up. It looked like someone fabricated Lady Death into a house," Aki says. "Far more the domain of a vampire than two terrified children. Then again, children have been through worse." She exits the door, crosses the hall to the northern door. The girl slings her spear...

"This place is so odd," Aki says as she approaches the hangings. "What kind of a home would have such things?" Her fingers reach out, brushes a face of a particularly beautiful young girl, streams of red hair spilling across her shoulders. She had never seen art so breathtaking before. Sure, the...

Aki turns around, narrows her eyes toward the door. Her hand grips on her shield and spear as it opens up, revealing the copper-skinned half-elf standing there. "Gods, more people?" She steps down from the stairwell, narrows her eyes toward Magnus. Her dark tailcoat ruffles as she steps down and...

Aki returns to the main hall, a deep scowl etched on her pale, white face. Her arms cross as she leans against the railing of the sweeping, marble staircase, the frigid stone chilling the back of her spine. She ignores it as she begins to speak. "I didn't see any beast," she says, her voice...

Aki walks into the main hall, shield in her left hand, spear in her right. She moves over toward the fireplace, runs over the marble's white cracks like spider webs in the darkness. "Of course a spooky house needs a spooky fireplace as well," she mutters to herself. Her gaze moves up, settles...

"You say that as if it's something to be proud about, Auda" Aki grumbles in the back. The girl then raises an eyebrow at the children's stories. Did they say 'kept' it locked up in the basement? As in, the past tense? She looks to her companions, studies them for a second. First, werewolves. Now...

"S-shut it, Auda," Aki shivers as she trails along with the group. She had been walking for some time, water dripping from her crimson red hair and down her leather boots. She had cursed and swore on the way here, filling the air with all kinds of obscenities known to both human and elven kind...

Aki gasps as something clings onto her in the deep, unrelenting pond. Her arms wrap around its upper portion, right above where the object broadened into two tough sections. Her legs wrap around its midsection, where she felt it had a surprising amount of warmth, even while basking in the...

Aki continues to wander through the unfamiliar wood. She had known these forests once before. She had known the tall, verdant pine trees, shaped to be nature's arrowheads. She had known the beautiful maples, bursting with citrine color like balls of fire amidst an emerald enclave. Her time out...

Aki didn't want to rise from the water well. She didn't want to purchase a full quiver of arrows for her yew hunting bow, or skulk the forest behind the three companions she swore off to death less than a hour or two ago. Every instinct in her body told her to stay, to preserve individual...

Fools. That's what ran through Aki's head as she wandered down the street from the guardhouse in Daggerford. Fools, fools, fools. She couldn't understand why her party was so eager to dive headfirst into danger. So eager to run into the forest and give their lives to what would certainly be an...

Aki blinks at Auda's words. The expression she wore was equivalent to one an infant would have in a university course. Werewolves? Was that what people with this beast-disease was called? She glances over at the commoner body in the room, crumpled on its side with a blanket of blood beneath it...

The scene around Aki made her head spin. She examines the broken glass, the bodies, the deep grooves carved in the salmon-hued walls. It didn't make sense. It was clear the beasts had a purpose. Any sensible predator would hunt the biggest and the weakest creature it could find. Having more meat...

Aki steps slowly through the battle-strewn room, bow in hand, arrow nocked. She could smell the death in the air, feel it clinging to her skin like a spray or a sticky musk. It made her feel dirty and sick, like there was an illness in the room, infecting anything and anyone who stepped inside...