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CASSIEL They returned to Ismenia. It was the only reasonable choice in Cassiel’s mind. He needed to figure out the problem with the trolls and ask around about the dwarven outpost. Too much had happened to simply leave it to Octavia to handle. And on top of that, he had a veritable horde of people waiting to see him in the throne room. “I may be a young baron, unused to rule, but even I can tell when someone is deliberately being rude,” Cassiel scowled at the representative
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I'm not going to lie, Jubilost is one of my favourite voiced characters in the game. Abe Goldfarb did an amazing job with him.
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CASSIEL The day went surprisingly well, no sign of bandits on their way down the Thorn River. It wasn’t until they reached the Narlmarches, just outside the barony’s borders, that they ran into trouble. Exhausted from a day’s journey through the woods, Cassiel had to act regardless, his mind working overtime to compensate for his fatigue. Their first warning was the screaming, followed by loud explosions and the crackle of flames. The group dismounted quickly, heading toward the
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He stared at the phylactery, his mind filled with revulsion and curiosity in near equal measure. Jeremy had always heard rumors of people who trapped their souls in objects, to deny Pharasma access to their life force. As far as he knew, it was never permanent, and the Lady of Graves had a way of getting even with those who thought they could cheat her. Jakun was stupid to think this would work, and Jeremy couldn’t let the catfolk be deluded. He had to free Jakun’s soul. The amurrun ha
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This was not healthy. They were at each other’s throats constantly, and Reinard expected to have a relationship with him? Galen was not doing it. He would not go through his life having to put up with the Faro’s shit. He would help Reinard have a child, because he hadn’t meant to fuck up the fox’s life like that. But after that, he was done with it all. The tiger settled onto the living room couch with a quiet sigh. His eyes glanced at the fridge, Galen debating momentarily. He felt really
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This entire scene felt like a skit from Monty Python. I was not expecting three swarms of spiders in that last cave.
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CASSIEL “Before we start wandering around aimlessly looking for radishes in the dark, Valerie, where did you see the plants?” Cassiel asked as they neared the enormous tree. The fighter motioned toward a large outcropping, Cassiel letting out a silent breath as he studied it for a way to climb up. “There should be a path around the backside, if memory serves me correct,” Valerie added. “Amiri, lead the way,” Cassiel motioned, the barbarian striding ahead easily. S
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Jakun chewed at the dried sausage, his teeth tearing through the meat with little joy. He could barely taste the food, despite being assured it was filled with spice. He couldn’t believe he had killed his tastebuds too. That was just adding insult to injury. Though the lich supposed he didn’t need to eat anymore. His body would go on without the food. It brought up other questions about the needs of his body too; questions like, did he need to sleep? Could he get exhausted as an undead creature?
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When in doubt, throw spiders at your adventurers for some easy trauma points- The Dungeon Master's Guide, at some point, probably.
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CASSIEL Finally he was free from the stuffy confines of the manor, free to breathe the open air once more. Travelling through the town- his town- the half elf gulped down greedy lungfuls of air, a feeling of elation passing over him despite the difficulties that lay ahead. Nearing the newly constructed wooden palisade guarding the town from the wilds, Cassiel frowned as a ghostly apparition appeared before him. The Guardian of the Bloom, someone he had never thought he’d see aga
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To be fair, Richard had a lot on his mind, losing his partner of nearly twenty years. And memory is a noted issue with wolves; Devyn has shown he has memory issues throughout the story.
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DEVYN Devyn knew he was in for it when Jason dragged him to the bathroom two days later. It was worth the days of angry scowls and pointed silence. He had tasted his mate, however briefly. And though he was being forced to go through the agony brushing his teeth every day by a neko out for vengeance, the wolf was happy. Until he tasted the bubblegum toothpaste again. He’d forgotten how awful toothpaste tasted since Jason had last done this. Struggling against his brother, Devyn
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Amnor Sen turned the block in his hands, trying to imagine the end result. This wood was being stubborn, not giving up its desires. But he had learned patience long ago. Eventually he would discover what this block would be, and half the battle would be won. The tavern around him was busy, patrons deep in their cups, waitresses dancing in their deliveries, dodging friend and drinker alike. It was a difficult place to think in, but he’d been in worse places. The door to the tavern opene
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Golaski damn it, he wanted the tiger again. Reinard laid on the bed, groaning quietly. His nuts felt far too tight, a throbbing ache filling his groin. He needed Galen again, needed to breed his bonded… as best as he could breed a tiger’s butt. “What did you do to me?” the fox whimpered, staring at the open door. This ran deeper than any need for sex. Reinard needed to be held, loved. He could hear Galen talking outside, the Egaro pacing as he questioned their friend. Reinard coul
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CASSIEL The baron looked at his throne in the so-called Grand Hall, really not much more than a tiny room where he could receive petitioners. He hadn’t expected it to be as fancy as Lady Jamandi’s, and in fact Cassiel preferred the understated grace of the wooden throne sitting on the short dais. The banner that hung behind the chair, of a white stag at graze on an emerald field, just made the place seem that much simpler, while still announcing to everyone who he was. Even the motto
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Chapter 22: Virulent Voices
Yeoldebard commented on astone2292's story chapter in Chapter 22: Virulent Voices
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Every step he took felt wrong. Jakun felt like a pale imitation of himself, like everything that made him himself was locked away to a place he couldn’t reach. Death had been instantaneous, and life was no different. As soon as he fell to the necrotic energy, his phylactery had started working, a new corpse created for his mind to inhabit. Entering the body had seemed to take no longer than a blink of an eye, but according to a self turning timepiece, Jakun had been dead for five whole days
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JASON They trudged home after practice, Jason’s legs filled with a pleasant burn. His back wasn’t giving him anymore trouble, and the neko’s spirits were relatively high. He was still angry at the wolf beside him though. Jason knew he needed to let it go, but he still couldn’t believe Devyn would ruin his clothes just so the neko would wear his scent. It was such a wolf thing to do, and that was part of his issue. Jason knew fully well that Devyn was a wolf, not a human, an
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Oh for sure. Sometimes there's nothing better than a warm body or two to cuddle up with.
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CASSIEL “My lord! Congratulations on your new title,” Jhod beamed as he and Tristian entered the study. “Thank you Jhod,” Cassiel smiled politely, wondering if he had time for a quick nap after this meeting. “I won’t waste your time, I know it is precious. Tristian and I have been discussing what happened at the Temple of the Elk-” “I told you I would see it rebuilt, Jhod. But we really don’t have the manpower for that right now,” Cassiel sighed. Jhod shook his he
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I would like to note for the record that I will be throwing a werewolf and a Cervidas together in one of my stories for science and totally not because of any bizarre furry kink... In other words, I'll be the one writing that...
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There are those for whom the beast form is a kink. Clearly these two are not among them. How much better will sex be when you aren't constantly looking over your shoulder trying not to be eaten? Our little shifter has a lot to learn about the ways of love.
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The city had an ill aura to it. Jeremy shuddered as the cart rumbled toward the Griffon’s Roost. Something had happened here, and yet Quantium seemed perfectly normal on the outside. He could feel the necromancy that festered under the surface of the city though, the remnants of some sort of ritual. “You don’t think Jakun did something, do you?” he asked. Amnor Sen frowned as they approached the inn. “What are you talking about? There’s nothing wrong,” the paladin said. Jerem
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Galen pressed the fox’s leg back gently, Reinard hissing quietly as he was stretched. The Faro was laying on his back, the tiger leaning over him as he tried to work out some of the fox’s cramps. The Egaro’s mind was a mess. It was supposed to be a one time thing, something to help Reinard relax. But now he was being forced into a relationship with the Faro, all because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. Galen was not about to blame Reinard for this. It was the tiger’s fault this had h
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CASSIEL So much paperwork… His head was swimming in reports, words floating across his eyes even when he closed his eyes. Cassiel was about to drip every piece of parchment in acid and be done with it all. But he wasn’t allowed to do that. All around him were empty shelves, candles giving a flickering glow to the near empty room. Scrolls filled with orders and numbers crowded the dark wood of his desk, despite every effort to keep them organised. He couldn’t even see out the win
