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“I don’t think I can ever match the gall I had when you walked through my door, Jeren.”

Walking side-by-side, Jeren Silviers and Leopold Winchester looked like a stag party and a merchant’s...

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Leopold smiled awkwardly. Whilst he was by all means still angry, he was no longer angry. The sort of angry that made you regret opening your mouth at dinner parties, or the sort you only used when...

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Only one thing could keep Leopold Winchester quiet when he was off on one. Money. Plain and simple. When the man in the hat offered to pay for his entry, he had relinquished his desire to punch the...

The crowd was insufferable. It was far from the bustle of Market Square, and further still from the day of a performance of even a fledgling troupe. Leopold looked at the street urchins, criers, and...

Leopold has considerable knowledge of Salvar and Berevar, as well as supplying, and heading expeditions to rural locations. I daresay it is in his interest, on the whole.

Would you be willing to...

Flags bobbed up. Flags dropped down. Every time an exchange took place between the Khan and his various roughshod detachments, Leopold Winchester’s heart sank into his chest. He turned to his now...

The tour lasted well over an hour, though much of the conversation was Bellus’s whittling. Each time Leopold unveiled something grandiose or venerably old, the fae seemed more interested in the...

Bellus continued to hop all the way to the Noble District. His cantor clipped boot against cobble until Leopold had to shout, rather undignified behaviour, atop his lungs. The strange bedfellow...

Three things made Leopold Winchester truly happy. The first was (in no particular order, he would hasten to add in front of his wife), alcohol. It gave him the confidence to apply his considerable...

“Only if they were especially nice clams,” Leopold replied before he had time to think about what he was going to say. No sooner than he had, he winced. “I mean,” he sighed, “I mean I’m afraid coin...

Leopold was indeed aware of colour. He was not, however, aware that a man might refer to his neckerchief by its quality, rather than its noun. Befuddled, he sputtered several sentences in the blink...

Scara Brae, if it really tried, could take a man’s breath away. During the summer months it was a hot and sticky mess, similar to a cinnamon bun left out in the heat. Soggy, sorry looking and trying...

Could I take the resistence against magic affiliated with light dark/necromancy?

Leopold Winchester

Two things in this life never end; the bourbon supply and my wife’s nagging.

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Gender: Male
Race: Human...

When Leopold opened his eyes the Old Gods were gone. The white out of the Tap was an afterthought. The Ice Henge was quiet. Though snow still fell over the Ahyark Tundra, it was a silent continuation...

The moment Leopold crossed the threshold between the Tap and Berevar time stopped. The air smelt like sea salt and yesterday. The merchant stumbled into the Chamber of the Old Gods with snow covered...

Like all the woman in Leopold Winchester’s life, Clarissa was a fiery tempest of wrath and scorn. Just as much as she was beautiful, she was deadly. Leopold had acquired her in a lucrative trade with...

“You stole the words right out of my mouth,” Leopold replied.

Together, the two men turned to the central wagon and charged in unison towards it. Leopold’s coat tails flapped in the wind and...

The plan was, had it gone Leopold’s way, to distract War for long enough to slip unnoticed through the cracks in time at the heart of the Ice Henge. It seemed simple enough. Steal Jomil’s heart, get...

You could rely on giants for three things. The first was their size. They were, undeniably, and always, humungous. Second was their ability to consume copious amounts of meat and alcohol (the source...

“Hard to walk without legs,” War grunted in reply.

“I only need this,” Leopold retorted. He pulled a white framed pistol from beneath his overcoat. It danced with purple haze and mysticism. For a...

In their jostling, a testosterone fuelled exchange of thrusts and pulling out, Leopold calculated the orc’s weight. Though he put a figure to it there did not seem to be any need for more than...

Every bone in Leopold’s bony body reverberated. The sound was indescribable, but it bordered on thunderous, with added reverence. Time itself could be found in those words.

“War.”

A shadow...