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Meet me at the northern gate. The courier scurried away, heading down the alleyway behind the Axe and Anvil after thanking the tall elf for her patronage. Lathororia turned to face the Dart and Chisel behind her, nestled snugly between a secondhand clothes vendor and a grocer. Though ostensibly a purveyor of mediocre tools and weaponry, the Information Guild didn't bother with more than a nominal effort to conceal its front, knowing full well that the High Council didn't dare impede them. As a member of said council, Lathororia's visit to the Dart and Chisel would undoubtedly be sold to one pair of prying eyes or another, but the High Elf ha

There is a chest in my possession that contains my finest gold – gold divided, but whole, into numerous little coins. Some of these coins I have given away – but the vast majority I have not. It is not, however, for the lack of people that are worthy, in my eyes, to receive one from me. Perhaps it is nothing but a fear I have conjured for myself, in regards to the gifting of one small precious token to another, but I feel all too strongly the weight of numerous consequences that would be indeed unfortunate. To give a gift, one might imagine, ought to be a simple thing; an event that is gone as quickly as it had come. And yet I fear

She strode off to meet him, spear held high. She went off to meet him, her armor gleaming in the fading sunlight, polished sword at her side. But that...that was not how it started. It started with a speech, with words about our home, or family, our futures – words to inspire hope and valor and all things good. It came from the lips of our esteemed leader-general, Lady Valerie, known as Apollonia after one of the old legends. She'd earned her title and rank through years of service, holding her cool and remaining strong even while the greatest knights of the kingdom lined up to test her. She, truly, stood as a model for all – that

"Our enemies come. You know this as well as I. They have the numbers, but yet they follow us, biting at our heels, keeping us on the run – but no longer! Unsheathe your swords. Feel the steel, taste the blood on the edge. Here, we will fight. Here, we will die. Here, in blood, will we write our names into history. For the sons of our sons, and their sons after them – they will remember us. Our names will be known for generations to come – and as for them? Time will see them trampled and destroyed, nothing more than men. But as for us? We will be GODS. For honor! For glory! Arret'te!"

-=Name=- Ernest Brandt -=Age=- 24 -=Height=- Five-eleven. And a half. "I'm close enough to six feet, alright?! Really! I am!" -=Weight=- One hundred and fifty eight. Pounds. -=Eye/Hair Color=- Russet. ( Red-Brown ) -=Occupation=- Heir to the Stain-Glass Deli. ( Read: Part-time butcher ) -=Birthday=- Fall 17th. -=The Folks=- Pops: George Brandt, 59. "Or is he sixty now? Huh." Formally the owner of the Stain-Glass Deli. Mom: Josephine Rossen Brandt, 57. "Eh? The cheese? Oh - yeah, that's all mom's doin'." -=The Oddities=- Carries, almost at all times, a knife-sheath buckled to his belt, containing the butcher's knife h

I went looking exploring, once, And found myself confronted with a sight I hadn't expected to see - A large Lion, housed in a chamber Far too small for his spirit. Poor thing, I thought, to be thus held And trapped inside, unable to roam free. Then came a whisper, unbidden, to my mind Deep and ferocious, as I imagined the Lion to be: "Do you have pity? As well you should- But I am not the worst off here." How could he not be, this great predator, This maned king, far from home, Surrounded by walls Constructed of concrete and stone. I watch him prowl, encaged still, See his teeth flash as he snarls and snaps; But in it al

One day, I shall be asked, "Where did you hide that which held most worth to you?", and I shall answer, "Before your unseeing eyes." For, truly, I will have crafted a magnificent masterpiece, more inherently intricate than any I have intended to create. I will place that which I prize most within it, secure within the walls I have wrapped around it. Years of toil and strain it has taken, for this piece of work to come into being – and for years more will it continue, until the mystery which it holds is beheld and completed. The maze that surrounds it grows continuously, adding layer upon layer of complexity – and will continue to g

Today, I dreamed a dream. I dreamed of myself, in a city I didn't know. I dreamed of a hotel in that city, hosting an event I've never heard of. I dreamed of a convention, named Poke-con, whose logo consisted of blue, red and yellow gajinkas. I dreamed of myself, walking the halls of a long corridor, which led to an atrium I have never been in – which in turn led to a number of rooms with architecture I've never seen. I dreamed of phoning home, to say that I was fine, that I was safe, that I was doing all the things I ought. I dreamed of showering with my clothes on in a shower that encompassed the entire bathroom, and opening the