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Flint brought Jake to the chirurgeon-alchemist, a dark elf that sneered the second he laid eyes on the young man’s half-elf features. Still, he knew better than to complain or refuse the work. Jake...

As Jake let his chin drop and blood dribbled from the fresh hole in his head to the floor in front of him, Flint turned his fierce gaze to the still-screaming assassin. He could feel his knuckles...

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Flint would be a red lantern, easy. He is basically Atrocitus lite.

...oh man, I need to get him an evil magic pet cat now.

Two days later, Jake sat staring at three bodies draped in white shrouds. His fingers ached, wrapped tight in their stained bandages. Down here, so far from the sun, time lost its weight and it...

Flint’s heart was a giant’s footfalls in his chest - slow and thunderous compared to that of a human being. For him, this might be called “racing.” So much hinged upon this moment.

Jake...

Take your time. This stuff is secondary to other commitments, and there's no way we're served by rushing you through it anyway.

Action and consequence were playing out behind Flint’s eyes, and the world was full of possibility.

When the elevator’s doors opened, fate was a violin string plucked and then pulled...

Roxanna related the events of the last week to Flint for the second time, unbidden, and in great detail. He didn’t question her, didn’t ask if she was sure. Her loyalty and capabilities were never...

A week’s worth of unpleasant work was done, and Radek was nursing a drink in a pub. There was a time that grog and vodka could be trusted to keep the pressures of his ill-led life at bay, but...

The pair walked side-by-side around a chaotic jumble of barrels, crates, broken mining tools, and earthy detritus. The walls were old, wet stone, and the ceiling wept from stress-opened seams every...

...I kinda want in on this, but I'm not sure Flint would actually get his own hands dirty. My current head-canon is that the Crimson Hands had something to do with Luned's death, and Flint is still a...

I'd do it. Nothing cements a character's cool factor like dying gloriously.

You should do it so the character's owner and the character's killer each get a followup post after the judgment. Like,...

Still on track for this to happen on the 1st?

As Atlas-once-Flint stood wringing the empty green cloak between his hands, he cursed himself for a fool. Apparently he’d been spending too much time in Ettermire, and had become a two-dimensional...

Atlas ran the back of his hand across his bearded mouth in one quick, rough movement. His attack had been a partial success. He was preparing to jump off the pillar and charge the distance between...

The masked brute stood among the reeds on the river bank for a long moment, peering into the ruins and straining his ears for hints of his quarry. He didn’t know what to expect, only that his skein...

Hemlock leaves were not tasty.

The big man went on chewing them anyway as he waded effortlessly through the river shallows. The stalks, roots, and flowers would get him the same as the leaves...

Looks like no post limit, rounds go two weeks? I think?

This is good.

Hemlock Grove, I think.

Tenner’s was beginning to look a lot like every other public place Flint had recently visited: nighttime property damage and broken bodies as far as the eye could see. As he chased the last of...

I'll do this, if there's still a spot.

Luned was riding on a giant cockroach, and she did not find the experience to be a pleasant one.

Roaches, giant or otherwise, were not built for riding. Their wings were too wide, which meant one...