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Dear Reader,

I respect your wish for proof. I would do the same, if I were in your position. I still have the boards that were collected from the trees, I'll be sure to drop in and find you. Howe ...

Dear Reader,

Many months ago, my band and I did a job for The Order of the Ebon Skull. We slaughtered half the forest of those damn tree fiends, and were suppose to be paid for it. Your Order skipp ...

Wiping the sweat from his face Charger thought of the easiest way to write the letter. He dipped the quill in a bowl of ink and pressed it to the parchment. He spelt the words as neatly and carefully ...

It wasn’t long after Charger read the bounty report that he set out. He sent his hawk on a round about to gather as many of his boys as possible. Unfortunately they were all off doing other things, ...

Twirling the dagger in one hand and sipping his ale in the other, Charger approached the wall. He stared at the parchment posted on the wall. Muttering he looked to each of his hands, the dagger or al ...

Reading the letter from Tarothin he chuckles quietly to himself.

Pulling out another piece of parchment and quill he writes:

Dear Tarothin,

Aye, you may not remember all to well. I stayed wit ...

Storming into his house, the wooden doors slamming off the stone walls. Striding down the stairs, his cloak flapping behind him. He drops into his chair and grabs a piece of parchment and quill. Glanc ...

He laid face first in the dirt sweat dripped from his pores and blood trickled out of the deep slits his face. His muscles ached and his bones were cracked. He had only been fighting for a few minutes ...

He awoke in the bedroom of the Skera Brea tavern. Rolling out of the bed he glanced down to the girl who slept, snoring quietly with a slight grin on her face. Smirking, he reached into his pocket and ...

The sound of weapons clashing together echoed in the house. Fighting in the house was only one of the many ways the father and son trained. Practicing hand-to-hand combat in close quarters is what the ...

He walked tiredly up his steps; reaching the door he presses his hand against it and force it open. Wood sliding on wood he opened it just enough to squeeze through. Walking down to the basement he th ...

His father returned a few days after the assassination attempt. Charles didn't think much of it, just a fool trying to slip past his eyes. His mother was somewhat worried when she found out a few of h ...

Trying to sit up as he awoke Charger looked to each of his sides. A woman on each side of him, curled in by his muscled arms. He laid on his back, looking up at his ceiling he let out a quiet laugh. N ...