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My Dearest Isk,

Your arrangment is satisfactory. I do request you come alone however, as I would be ill-informed indeed to trust to the veracity and honor of one who follows the tenets of Humanis. ...

(OOC note: Just a warning, a little graphic at the end here.)

"I hate this place," Vryn said conversationally.

He crouched upon her chest, drizzling honey onto her face in lon ...

The slave Dal'Bok, bare chest and face wet with his efforts, methodically pounded the stakes into the ground, pulling the coarse ropes taut, and following Vryn's vision to the smallest detail.

The ...

"You took from me," Vryn stated flatly, holding up two fingers slathered gold in raw, gelatinous honey.

"Now I take from you."

************ ...

Within said box is a torn black dress, a bloody swath of cloth with a painted fingernail therein, and a note written on fine, expensive looking parchment.

Fine, spiderlike calligraphy flows fluidly ...

Outside the nightsky was bruised with dark clouds blotting out moon and stars from Heaven to horizon. The sea below mirroring the grim visage above. Roiling and churning darkest blues and anger. White ...

Alone, Vryn sat crosslegged upon the floor. His mind awash in what he knew to be so, and the dozen probabilities that could, or would, be so given time. Certainty an elusive phantom. A sapping draught ...

Apologies for last night. Erica (Shri) had a family emergency and had to drop out very suddenly. Among others things out of my control, it came down to alot of last minute scrambling and just being co ...

Just very quick, as some of you may not really know the events or their rules.

We will hold a mass melee where participants are asked to show up weaponless and armorless. No crimsom cintures or art ...

*bump*

Vryn adjusted and tugged at his new outfit uncomfortably. None of it seemed to move naturally. The sash was too tight, and his new boots pinched.

He felt stiff.

Shri'hrae called it 'formal' and ...

*Many, many years ago*

Vryn's hands hurt.

Blood still dripped from his knuckles, the skin torn and raw. His left index finger bent at a painful, curled angle and barely registered his commands ...

For months Vryn had schemed and kept both eyes and ears opened to the larger world around him. Never knowing when some shred of information would flutter into his sphere of influence, nor how it would ...

If you could see through the ebon skinned child's eyes, the still of the room, though dead and oppressive, would not seem dark.

But it was.

A cot sat cloistered in a corner of the expansive ro ...

Vryn woke to the raucous calls of gulls and sandpipers lazing on the early evening's breezes, heavy, humid, and balmy. The tang of salt, and faint misty spray draped upon everything as a pervasive rem ...