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A Very Merry Day of Giving
by mecha_fang | | Description: "I almost forgot it's the Eve of Giving!" he shouted, and he slipped on his armor, grabbed his sword, and went to see if his friends were awake. |
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The Thief of Time, Sirocco!
by mecha_fang | | Description: As Kreludor rose over Happy Valley, there seemed to be an eerie stillness in the air. |
| Week - 515
The Citadel - Seven Years Later
by mecha_fang | | Description: It was a cold, dark night in the Darigan Citadel. Then again, it was ALWAYS cold and dark up in the Citadel, even when it was a warm summer in Meridell. |
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Redemption
by mecha_fang | | Description: As the dawn began to break over Faerieland, none of the guards noticed a slender figure leaping from parapet to parapet of Fyora's palace. |
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Endless Night
by mecha_fang | | Description: Hunter tossed and turned in his bed. The White Lupe knight just couldn't sleep – it had been exactly two years since his father, Sir Arthur Penn of Meridell, fell to the blade of General Kass. |
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Never My Fault
by mecha_fang | | Description: Where did I go wrong?
Was it when I made that bargain with The Three? |
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Girl's Night Out
by mecha_fang | | Description: Miraja was getting bored without any arch-villains to fight. Oh, sure, sometimes she'd sneak out of her home and catch some Thieves' Guild thugs, but it wasn't the same... |
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 Honor Among Thieves: Part Seven
By the time Marlos woke the next morning, Nabile had already returned with several Tchea Fruits and a carved walking stick. The Draik resolved to never ask any questions about where they'd come from.
by saphira_27 |
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 Unbreakable: Part Four
"Wraith pets... He's filled his entire front line with wraith pets," the faerie murmured. "I don't know whether to call that brilliant or just plain low."
by sporty2443 |
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 Winter Borovan Bonding
Every now and then the Moehog would shake his tusks to remove the increasing weight of snow, but again the snow would begin to collect. His warm breath billowed out in a sigh.
by borrowed_veins |
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