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Flynn Haas German SS, Anti-Nazi spy Wishborne Hold Throne Room @Corrosion @Lillian_4 @Jasno @SilverFeathers Flynn said nothing as everyone talked, instead using the time to try and calm himself down. There were only two explanations for what was going on. First, he was having some kind of...

Flynn Haas German SS, Anti-Nazi spy Neuengamme concentration camp, Hamburg, Germany September 29, 1943 German commands rang through the air, followed by the sound of guns being checked and readied. Flynn Haas tried not to react to it all, from where he stood blindfolded and tied to a post, but...

Keefe laughed at that, though the sound was low, him not wanting it to carry. "That's the way I used to think of it, when I was younger. A thousand places to explore, to find shelter." His voice grew more serious. "Now it's just a thousand places for an enemy to hide." Not to mention for the...

The Miokee warrior Keefe broke off from his patrol unit, to join Marco's group as both a guide and a watchdog. Skugga did have an alliance with Miokee, but he certainly didn't trust them, not with how quickly they were known for breaking an alliance. It would be good to keep an eye on them for a...

Kala sat high up in a tree near the outskirts of the Miokee tribe’s territory. Not that she was allowed this far out, and certainly not alone, but that hadn’t stopped her from slipping away from her people, wanting some time alone. Her back rested against the tree’s trunk, and she stared up...

"The gesture is both a sign of respect and of comradeship," Casey replied. "Though I am not sure what being a woman has to do with anything." The words were said with more sting than she had meant, but the last human who had expressed such sentiments had tried to kill her simply because she had...

Casey relaxed at their words and her bare feet gently hit the ground. Her broadsword vanished. She was not one to ignore those in need, even if the call for help had been a little abrupt. …Hopefully supper wasn’t burning on the stove. Even worse, though, she had no way to let Will know she was...

“Who started this war?” Casey asked as the large man’s questions ended. “What is it being fought over?” She had no problem helping those who wanted nothing but peace, but if she had been unknowingly bound to an unjust cause… Her grip on her sword tightened.

Casey shifted into a ready position as the enemy rushed into the room, only for her left leg to give out. She caught herself with her magic in an instant, leaving her floating an inch off the ground. She reached out with her right hand and her broadsword materialized there. The movements and...

Casey studied the various others who seemed as new to the situation as she was. Some looked human, but what surprised her was the large, muscular man being the gentle one while the woman with the swords was trying to attack on sight. If anything, the other woman's spirit reminded her of her...

Casey hummed along to the radio as she chopped carrots to add to the stew cooking. The technology still amazed her, even after a year to grow used to both it and her new life. No wars. No one looking to her for difficult decisions. No fear of death at every turn. Instead, she led a much quieter...

Malcolm nodded at Rylen's words. A sandstorm. Like the hunter had said, there was nothing unusual about it, for that area, but combined with his own intel, it could not be a coincidence. He looked over the items Rylen had revealed, but other than looking upper class, there was nothing of note...

Malcolm waited a moment to let the two newcomers settle (or, as much as the second reptilian was going to), and then he spoke. "The contracts are solely for your own benefit and you are free to leave this mission at anytime. Also, if you have no interest in the monetary reward, you can simply...

"Welcome. We'll be glad to have your party join us. I'm Malcolm." Aya continued to munch on her food as Malcolm rose to his feet yet again and gave a welcoming nod. Maybe he had been a servant at the place, with the constant show of respect. Though, he didn't seem the servant type. There was no...

"You're driving away customers," the bartender growled. Still, he jerked his hand in the direction of the back room, even as he fought his own nausea. His line of work had him constantly dealing with various unpleasant smells, but this level was one he did not experience often. The sooner they...

Malcolm kept his composure, though he wanted to sigh. This was a line of questioning he didn't want to go down--not for the money sake, but because Jarold was his closet remaining connection to the throne, who had kept quiet about there being a direct living heir to Varnor simply because Malcolm...

After a quick order for two breakfasts (Aya still hungry for more), Malcolm led the group into the backroom. The room was dark, but he hit his staff hard against the ground and a ball of light appeared above his staff before splitting and flying to the torches set against the wall. The magic did...

Again Malcolm rose and offered the newcomer a welcome nod. Aya rolled her eyes at that. It had to be exhausting. Then again, the newcomer acted with an air of importance, and her hand rested on her sword's hilt. As untrusting as Aya was, at least she waited for a sign of trouble before reaching...

Malcolm again rose to his feet in greeting. "Welcome, sir. You're in the right place. I'm Malcolm. We'll be starting the meeting shortly." Aya swallowed down the last bite of cheese (she had already finished the bread), though now her pace slowed as she ate the nuts, her stomach no longer...

"Sorry," Malcolm said to Galahan. Maybe he shouldn't have waited to explain things to Aya. Then again, he had been hoping to ease a little bit of her distrust before others joined them. "She doesn't know what's going on." Aya's gaze narrowed once again. "And what exactly is going on?" "We are...