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Seifer was pleasantly surprised to run into his guest whom he had been seeking. Though still aching from the embarrassment of their last encounter, he resolved right then to correct his error. And he couldn’t help but laugh as the knight knocked into the very table Seifer had impacted earlier...

Yosavrin was feeling quite pleased with himself, having tricked this unsuspecting merchant into conforming to his plans. He was also greatly impressed by the man’s story about having been robbed by his bodyguards. It was uncannily similar to the explanation Yosavrin had been fixing to give about...

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Into The Depths ---end of banner--- Tags: sci-fi, post-apocalyptic, horror, underwater, dark, gritty, futuristic, Ratings/Warnings: Mature | No Warnings Currently Apply A Roleplay by @mochi bun and @Jewel

Chivalry. What is it? Was it as simple as a man on a horse, or was it a holy contract of good faith to be taken up by the strong and kind to defend the weak? Sir Dagwood had been contemplating the significance of a knight’s tendency to adapt a personalized religion, code of conduct, and to act...

“…the river is everywhere at once, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the rapids, in the sea, in the mountains, everywhere at once, and that there is only the present time for it, not the shadow of the past, not the shadow of the future.” -Hermann Hesse Seifer...

The dark lord trod down the grand left corridor, incessantly pulling his fingers through his hair. Long shadows leapt in his wake, distant candles shuddering to the ongoing storm. He fled through high marble arches, stunning architecture hidden to darkness, exquisite stain glass windows...

With feelings of deep regret, as it appeared his guest as real as he was flesh, soft-spoken man at the top of the stair stepped through the arch and to the curved balcony above the stair, one pale hand coming to rest on the banister rail. The other was as cloth-less as he had left him, and with...

Seifer was beginning to have doubts about his decision to bring the outsider into his estate. Should he have at least restrained the other in case he woke and began to wander? Or would this have caused further alarm and potentially pitted his guest against him? Seifer digressed from his worry...

The violent night shed her vivacity and donned a cool, lucid eloquence, cascading upon the citadel, like a lover returns to satin after an evening of infidelity come to sooth her promised. Thunder sounded like an ache, ancient and untamed. The reticulated panes peered out at the smear of sky...

Yosavrin’s ale was poisoned and his bride was a necromancer. Yosavrin believed he had a supernatural ability to spot necromancers among crowds of seemingly normal people. It had all started when his childhood infatuation, a lithe girl with crimson hair, had enrolled to the Dacanian School of...

Yosavrin nodded to agree with the stranger. Those men in the bar were crazy. “I would love nothing more than to accompany you on your wagon, but I am afraid I must decline.” He meandered around the horned merchant in the doorway and came to stand outside of the tavern, vaguely aware that the...

No, the man still alive. He was pretty sure. There would’ve been blood on the shovel. He was pretty sure. It was nearly dawn when Yosavrin hit the farmhand over the head with the shovel. But it was hardly his fault, by his own reckoning. If the milkmaid hadn’t started squawking her head off...

Cloaked in Crimson ---end of banner--- Tags: enemies to lovers, bloody, witty, suspenseful, dark humor, assassins, Ratings/Warnings: Mature | No Warnings Currently Apply Authors: @Jewel and @Yazzah

Cold. Peeling. The sensation of peeling off his suit felt like peeling off another skin. Without it he felt more than naked. He felt raw, exposed, vulnerable. Goosebumps preemptive to the deeper creeping that would grip him, throttle and shake, tearing and biting sore flesh. A coldness that...

The military ranking system went something like this. The emperor is on top. He always comes first. Below him, the court of greater warlords, each chosen by the emperor himself to be a leader of a certain battalion or to dictate a certain sector of his vast empire. Below the greater warlords...

Teeth’s eyes narrowed at the spiteful girl. He squeezed the miniature puzzle between his fingers so tightly that his hand trembled. It was just the day for pushing his buttons, wasn’t it? First Xoveon, belittling him on the basis of his mixed racial status, and now this girl who was insistent on...

It was so easy. That was the worst part. It was easy to suppress everything, to compartmentalize, to let his logical brain do all of the heavy work. Being a soldier was a taxing, strenuous and physically demanding occupation, but Teeth had always been strong. Not the thickest or the broadest...