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Abigael's blow struck true, and as Iago went to turn his head around, he felt the blade enter into his heart. Blood oozed slowly from the wound, indicative of arterial damage. It was a familiar feeling that was coming over him. He phased, and the blade slipped out of him as he backed away. Iago...

@Wiggle Several things happened at once. Iago and the spear-woman started into a melee, and the Grey Queen obliterated the net. Siegfried, from afar, began to moved toward them. The pace was rapid, but the fight was fair. Iago hadn't meant to surprise the woman. he had tried to be conspicuous...

@Wiggle @White Masquerade The battle had settled down, becoming quiet for several minutes. That did not mean that nothing was happening. For some strange reason the Grey Queen had begun training. Iago didn't understand at all. He didn't understand why everyone wasn't attacking each other, but...

Suddenly all of them were hurtling through... the bright, clear blue sky. It was a magnificent day. In fact, it was the best day that Iago could remember having seen in any history, recent or otherwise. He didn't mind hurtling through the air, in fact, he relished in it. It was one of the few...

The rest of the scene unfolded, and Iago found himself more interested than before. The woman had gone from a show of full bravado to... humility? Something about this didn't sit well with Iago, and he could not find himself willing to believe this woman. He was sure that somewhere down in that...

Iago had watched the entire exchange with mild curiosity. Sadly, he couldn't remember what had enticed him to come here, but here he was. He had arrived around the same time as the Grey Queen, but his entrance had been much less conspicuous. It was strange. He had watched the doors destroyed...

Much of the day, and much of the preparation had passed, bringing almost all of the preparations to a close. The time was beginning to dawn for the beginning of the festival, but that was still a short time distant. Now all of the young one's in their 4th Cycle would begin to prepare for their...

Baruch, leader of the warriors stepped out from his hut, raising his hand to cover the sun from his eyes. It was a beautiful day, and he had been peacefully relaxing. Festival days were one of the few that any of the warriors had a chance to laze about. This was a day for the Guardians to take...

The early morning was cool and bright; the clouds rolling gently through the too-blue sky. The wall of the above was thick and sturdy, made of young, strong trees, a foot in diameter. The wall had been there for as long as the village itself. It had been the first protection for their ancestors...

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