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The corridors were wide, but not quite enough to make their crossbows useful. There were too many corners; hell, there were too many corridors. The Tr..
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Another door joining the study led back into the maze of metal walkways. After the intense heat of the burning paper, the cold atmosphere of the catwa..
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The room resembled an apothecary's workplace. White tiles covered the floor, walls, and ceiling. Dissection tables and tool drawers were scattered alo..
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It is inevitable. Each day brings us closer to the last. And yet we continue to fight against time, proving that mortality holds no power over us. The..
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A cool breeze tickled his arms and face. The darkness parted before him to reveal a room of white. It reminded him of the Elven temples; columns of pu..
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Disregard the resemblance in name. Yes, it's a subtle hint of narcissism, but don't judge me :D This is an old piece of fanfiction I wrote over a peri..
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---Part I: For a Coin in the Purse---
Brayden Joilis
“So it’s bad, I hear? They’ve moved things up?”
“Right. So..
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Origazz
The sun rose and fell like it did every day in Booty Bay. Travelers came and went, goods were shipped in and out, people got mugged, and hi..
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Good Morning
The coach skittered to a halt, kicking up plumes of dust. When it settled, the goblin bruiser was still there, a gloved hand raised wh..
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Rok'roham
The Draenei stood in the doorway for a moment. The Inn was empty, for the most part. Few people patronized the bar, and still fewer were ..
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