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“You did WHAT?!” Faes was seeing red. Not even a day back from the Narlmarches, and Lapis was already throwing his weight around without even consulting the hollowborn. “I gave money to Kaessi to repair the road to Restov, and for three new buildings in Omestra; a tavern, and the two shops that Cassiel was supposed to build.” “FIFTEEN THOUSAND GOLD! Do you know what we could have done with that money?!” “And some to Kassil for the fortress,” Lapis added as an afterthought. “H
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Four in the afternoon. Erith felt time closing in around him again. Lynn had her hour at six, leaving him barely two hours to finish everything he needed to do. Another call to Blake had gone unanswered, and the elf was worried about the mage. What had happened to him? Was he okay? Had Adam done something to him? Erith dimly remembered something about swimming with fish. It had sounded like a threat. “Fuck this.” Sprinkling a bit of fish food into the pond, the elf hurried inside and g
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The drive home was one of the longest drives of Varen’s life. Which didn’t mean much, when most of his driving had happened because Erith had gotten drunk. Not common, but enough that Varen had learned to drive to deal with it. He still hated it, but Varen knew better than to get rid of the alcohol in the house. Erith would just assume he drank it all in a black out and go buy more. And Varen really didn’t want to explain that every time the other elf got drunk, Varen was left to deal
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Lapis slid off his horse with a frown. They were three hours out of Bronzeshield, the dwarven fortress, and a ruined cart was blocking the road. “It doesn’t look too damaged,” Valerie pointed out. “Likely an animal attack, not bandits. There aren’t any bodies either.” “Eaten,” Lapis nodded. “But usually animals leave at least clothes and bone behind. That’s missing.” His eyes scanned the area warily, searching for the bandits that this pointed to. Beside him, Kiba was poking aroun
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“I need to see him.” Adam gave the elf a withering stare. Varen glared back firmly, refusing to be cowed by the man. “I told you you’ll get to see him again. You should have waited,” the human scowled. “I don’t know who you are, Varen, but you are on the wrong side here.” “Says the person who kept me hidden all night long,” Varen scoffed. “In a wolf proofed room. With a guard on the other side of the door. That’s not normal.” Varen shivered in the damp air, listening to the d
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“Four cups, two that would let us pass through the wall, two that are poison.” “Let me guess, there’s a riddle to figure out which is which, right?” Jeremy frowned. “I’ve seen this trick before.” They stood in a small chamber with two doors, an exit and a door that led into a stone wall. It had been confusing until Jakun found a note, the catfolk’s ears folding over as he read it. “All bring despair, if not death… Why would they bring despair?” Jakun frowned. “Two will pass, two w
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“Couldn’t have gotten edible fish…” Varen stared down at the pond, watching the fish explore their new home. He had followed instructions exactly, using the internet as a guide, and they all seemed healthy and happy. Well, except for the sucker fish that appeared obsessed with spinning in the shallows, but no accounting for weird fish he supposed. It was probably going to die, Erith would cry about it, and Lynn would flush it. That would be the end of that fish. There were plenty more to br
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“You have to make sure the water is neutral, no more than 7.4 ph. Some websites say 7.4 and higher, but that’s for cichlids from Ythan, not Sarelin…” He was barely listening as the neko collected nearly twenty different fish out of various tanks. Blake had been here; Erith was sure of it. Even Gara seemed to think the mage was here somewhere, but there was no sight of the man. Both wolf and elf were feeling rather down about missing Blake, but he couldn’t let it distract him. He was now on
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It didn’t take long for Ryan to clean the room, the human smirking as he passed the Faro. “If you need help, you know where to find me,” he said. “I don’t suppose you want to blindfold me before I film this?” Reinard muttered, looking at the camera that would soon be centered on a naked deer ass. “Now why would I do that? It would spoil the show. Look Reinard, I know you’re one of those monogamous people, and trust me, I get it. Where I’m from, what the Egaro do is frowned upon. B
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Water trickled over a series of smooth stones, running down into the larger pond. A weeping willow sat in the middle of the pond, on an island that was carefully designed to not interfere with the pumps.. Beneath a small bough, Erith sat silently, taking a series of deep breaths. Meditation was pretty low on the elf’s list of favourite things to do. He wasn’t even sure it was supposed to help, but it did keep the outside world outside. ‘Urdya nights.’ He didn’t really care for him
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“Hey Blake, this is Erith. I hope I didn’t scare you off earlier, with all that stuff… It’s been a hard week…” The elf sighed, leaning against the wall. Three days, and no message, no call back, nothing. This was his last chance. If the mage didn’t reply to this, Erith would just have to accept that he chased off one of his only friends. Again. “Anyway, I’m sorry if I’m bothering you with all these calls, but I want to make sure you’re okay. I guess… I’ll talk to you when you call back
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The group sat against a stone wall, the fortress filled with the hum of workers busy repairing the ruined keep. Jubilost was already working on his map, filling out the last blank spot. Linzi sat with a book in hand, the halfling filling out her own notes on their travels. For his part, Kiba was bored. The kobold was running through various stances, trying to get his magic to work with his blade in different ways. He had been watching Valerie, seeing the way she moved with blade and shield,
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Seventy gold for the Eternal Maiden, a tithe to Shelyn. Amnor Sen let the last of the coins fall into the offering plate, kneeling before the goddess’ altar. It made him feel better, as though he had helped, clearing his conscience just a bit. The paladin rose to his feet after a moment of reflection, a simple white robe falling down to his ankles. He had traded his armour two days ago, storing it for a time. The elf had no place in the gear, no spot in the heroic tales of the heroes of old
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Gara groaned as he crawled into his bed. It wasn’t often that he felt the results of Erith’s work, and he couldn’t remember the last time he felt this bad. It wasn’t just his muscles that ached; the wolf’s stomach was twisting. All the cookies Lynn had eaten were fighting him now, and it was agonizing. More than that though, he could feel Erith in his mind. The elf wasn’t sleeping anymore, he was wide awake, if lost in the fog that was their head. That was a new development. Gara would
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Warmth greeted Erith for once when he woke up. He was surprised; Gara never shifted when he was asleep, yet here the elf lay, naked as the day he’d been born… and with his body entwined with Blake. The elf froze, hardly daring to breathe as he stared at the naked human laying with him. The dawning sun shone on the mage’s body, revealing the milky white skin of his butt, abruptly tanning just above Blake’s legs. Erith felt his face burning, but more than that, he could feel an urge growing w
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“An amurrun, a kobold, and a strange hooded figure. How curious.” Faes raised an eyebrow at the dark haired gnome, only somewhat impressed. So he recognized Lapis as an amurrun and not beastbrood. It was common knowledge in most of Garundi. Still, this Narthropple was surprisingly well travelled. Or well read. Both even? The area around them whispered with the flow of the Skunk River, Faes grimacing at the sight of one of the creatures it was named for. It was still early in the day, s
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That was an amazing build up of tension. Well done dude.
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I can't cook either. Trying to keep all those different recipes and patterns in my head is like a colander trying to hold water. More than that, Home Economics is a class required by anyone who goes through Quarian Academy. Blake took this class. It doesn't mean he remembers any of it.
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Erith dug through his closet. He needed to see the tail. It had been well over a decade since he had even thought of Lynn. Clothes, shoes, dog toys, nothing was safe from him. Everything flew out of the closet until at long last he found a long black neko tail. Lynn’s tail. The elf stared at the prosthetic, his hand reaching for the soft synthetic fur. He didn’t remember buying this. He never would have bought something like this; it would be incredibly offensive for an elf to wear a n
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“How are you feeling Blake?” Erith set a cup of cold lemon tea next to the mage. They were both sweating from the effort of clearing the yard. But their efforts had already borne fruit. Naia was busy digging out the rest of the pond. It would take a while to lay down the liner to keep the water in the pond, and Erith still wanted to add a few side pools. Maybe even a tiny bog for some cranberries. It was by no means a one day job. He fully expected to be working on the pond over the next we
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It was like stepping through a portal. One moment they were in the bright light of day, but one icy step in and they were in a strange torchlit tunnel, not unlike the paths within the Ebon Mausoleum. Jakun shook off the momentary disorientation, checking up briefly on Jeremy. The cleric had fallen through the portal, sitting on the ground with a dazed look. He took Jakun’s offered hand, pulling himself up, and the catfolk patted his shoulder awkwardly. “Try to keep to your feet. A moment sp
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Lynn was Erith's childhood friend. I'm not sure exactly how it happened, but she died, and Erith tried to keep her alive in his mind. For a time, she was his imaginary friend, but she vanished when he was twelve.
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He was in control. And yet that control hung by the thinnest thread. Not that Varen would ever let anyone know that. He co-fronted with Gara all night, whispering in the wolf’s ear, letting the wolf know he had made a mistake, but he needed to correct it, he could fix it. There was no need for Erith to come back out. No, the truth was, Varen had no control over the alters. It was all Gara. How Lynn had gotten out was beyond him, but even Gara knew the neko needed someone at her side. I
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“Just pretend that I’m not here.” That seemed to be a common theme around here. The camera isn’t running, the tigress isn’t watching you for mistakes… Galen didn’t like it. But then, it was his job, so he was going to soldier through. Pasiphaë was sitting by the door, her eyes following the tiger as he restarted Hagan’s timer. Galen remembered watching videos on dominating people, and he decided it would probably be best to copy them. How had Iason done it again? “Remove my clothe
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She hated being without her ears and tail. It had been years since Lynn had fronted, and she had forgotten what a weird feeling it was. The last time she had been fully out had been an accident; Jason’s plushie had drawn her to the front of the system, and it hadn’t been long before Varen had followed. Lynn knew she wasn’t supposed to be out on her own. It wasn’t safe. But she was in a safe place. Surely Varen wouldn’t be too upset at her for wanting to colour. Even now she could feel him s
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