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Path of Vengeance Ch. 2 A chill wind whistled across the plain, ruffling Lyn's pale blue hair and catching his scarf, nearly pulling the fabric off. The young soldier quickly grabbed it and retied it around his neck. Every time he touched it he couldn't help but stop and think about what it meant, and this time was no exception.
"I still can't believe I'm a captain," he thought aloud, admiring the fine crimson silk draped around his neck. It made him swell with pride once more; if only his father were here to see it his son was wearing the same scarf that the old man had worn back in his days in the service
"You're not that important," said a voice from behind him. "Look at what we're doing here." Private Kyle Wolf extended his arms, beckoning for his captain to look back at the old military outpost that had fallen into disuse, stationed out on the edge of civilization. Around the two soldiers and the small
The Curse The scent of blood was everywhere - there was no telling how many people had died here. But that was the way a battlefield smelled. Once you have been a soldier for long enough, you just get used to it. Everywhere I looked I could find more corpses, and yet...
I could still hear those clear notes ringing out in the air. The sound of one sword clashing against another. The battle was still not over. I was briefly surprised that there was anyone left alive.
I may have gotten used to the stenches of death and pain, gotten used to the sight of the blood that painted the hills in grotesque patterns... but the blood I lay in was different. It was my own blood.
Standing back up was too difficult - it was all I could manage to try and keep my eyes open. How could this have happened to me? I'd served on the frontlines of my country for so long, and never once had I taken a maj
Keep Your Hands To Yourself C4 This was a lot easier than I thought it was going to be, Rasgar thought to himself. He looked at his target, at the shock contorting her pretty face. It almost looked as though she were about to cry. Now he was almost sorry that he had to do this to her. "No... what are you going to do to me?" Seiren nearly whispered. A small sound spilled from her mouth, a gasp. It crescendoed gradually, filling the air around them.
No, she wasn't crying. She was laughing hysterically.
The silver-haired man was understandably a bit miffed now. Couldn't she at least take them seriously? He'd put on his best intimidating face, and for some reason she thought this was all a joke. Then again, some people did strange things when they were scared out of their minds. Perhaps this was just how she reacted. Maybe he should
"Pwumpf" was probably the most accurate way to spell the
Keep Your Hands To Yourself C3 From his vantage point atop the building, Rasgar could easily see the network of streets below. He spotted Matanza in the shadows of an alley, who nodded a confirmation to him. That was all he needed to see.
"There she is," he said to the half-elf who had climbed up the building beside him.
Rasgar's face took on an exasperated look. "The one with the silver hair, remember?" He pointed to emphasize his statement, though there wasn't any need. As far as Rasgar could tell, there wasn't anyone here with silver hair other than himself and the girl. "She's pretty cute, isn't she?"
"I suppose," Pathyr replied. "Not as good looking as me, however."
Rasgar cuffed him on the shoulder, and had it not been for the half-elf's impeccable sense of balance, he might have tumbled off into the street. It only serv
Keep Your Hands To Yourself C2 "Loaded", it turned out, was something of an understatement. In his time as a thief, or at least as accessory to robbery, Pathyr had often stolen from an entire group of people all at once. But the amount of money that he'd gotten from the stuffy butler's pockets outclassed even some of those jobs.
Tonight, they decided they would treat themselves.
Rasgar returned to his rickety inn room. It wasn't as though they couldn't afford a nicer place, but rather that he didn't want to squander all of his hard-earned (or was it hard-stolen?) cash on just a cushy room for the night. Plus, renting a high-class, luxurious room with the way that he looked would definitely draw stares.
He opened the door to find his traveling companion precisely the way he had left him: sitting almost motionless on one of the room's beds. "Alright, Matanza," Rasgar said by way of greeting. "Get you
Keep Your Hands To Yourself C1 Ambrose was in the mood for something exotic today. He had made his way into the bustling marketplace, his eyes finally landing on the stalls that were selling food from foreign countries. Even with his considerable knowledge, there were many things here that he had never seen before. But what could be more exciting than a little experimentation?
He began by investigating different spices. He would lift one bottle and carefully sniff its contents, contemplating various ways in which he could use it in a meal. Some of them were outright disgusting... "The people of this country must have bizarre palettes," he muttered to himself.
The butler glanced down at his watch again out of habit, before realizing that it was unnecessary. For once, he had no other appointments for at least two hours and twenty seven minutes from now. He could afford to take his time with the shopping.
Path of Vengeance Ch. 1 Riasu rubbed the back of his hand across his jaw, ignoring the sticky feeling of fresh blood. His blazing red eyes conveyed an indignant anger toward the older boy who stood before him. Fueled by his hatred, Riasu held his glare steady against the derision around him. The taller Yukozu leered over him. Their younger sisters watched from the back of the room, barely hiding their condescending laughter from the young boy.
Riasu brought up his practice sword in a threatening gesture, though the display only seemed to amuse Yukozu further. Riasu cried out as he swung the wooden sword forcefully. His brother easily caught the stick in his hand and returned the attack with his other fist, giving Riasu a fresh bruise to match the one he had received just a minute earlier.
The fury burned brighter in Riasu's eyes. Blinded by it, he grabbed his father's sword from the case behind him and swiftly swung the
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