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He went and opened fire into a huge throng of Drow without so much as considering that he'd be seen and caught. What good would it be to go out killing a dozen or a score when she could pick off one...

He thought that he could duck into a bustling marketplace alongside someone drenched in blood? Even though to Syn, it was only a matter of short time before the cold blackness of death embraced her,...

She saw him standing there, admiring her workmanship, the art of death that she had so gracefully mastered. He saw the beautiful red droplets that stained the walls lit by the early-morning sun and...

She was back in Alerar, and she was wanted. This came as no surprise to Syn Nydel; after all, she'd only murdered countless numbers of the tainted Dark Elves in cold blood. Their blood cried out for...

The audacity roused in her a black anger that felt bitterly vile. Lovers? She wanted nothing to do with either the emotion or the act. Hatred was her lover, her desire, the only reason she got up in...

Syn wasn't looking at Galyl, she was looking toward the monolithic structure that loomed as a void on the horizon. Normally, it was even blacker than the night. Parts of it still were, but not the...

At sunset, only the obnoxious Bladesinger cadet had appeared, muttering some apology that Syn didn't even register. She was waiting for Vigo, since he would probably be her most advantageous ally....

Here she was, minding her own business, when a voice from a tree asked her whether or not she was real. The voice was beautiful enough to be Elven, but it spoke Alerian without a Raiaeran accent. The...

{Closed. Dialogue is probably not gonna be translated, so if you don't speak Drow, oh well.}

Syn shuffled along a dusty road a few miles from Radasanth, even more annoyed at life than usual....

A cruel chuckle escaped Syn's thin lips at the boy's incredulous expression as he realized that it had been by his hand an innocent babe had been slaughtered. She savored each moment as the boy's...

Too crowded, not enough food or farmland, everyone dies of starvation/in-fighting/illness. Thanks, Raven.


I wish I had a new masa bowl, so I could make tamales.

They do. Mine, for instance, says "where's the pretty bird?" and other birds are much more verbose.

And the one you like so much says "I hate you."

I wish my bird wasn't such a vain critter.

Syn didn't need more than one look at Vigo as he stepped out of the ramshamble commissions office to know that they had the job. She let him get into the shade of the tree before speaking up to the...

He's also owed me a post in Sand, Sweat, and Blood for a bit now, lol.

Awesome. Complete with the "I'm about to kill you. With my blood." look.

Thanks, man.

Closed to Cyrus.

As she shuffled through the scorching sand, Syneare reflected that at the very least, Fallien was honest about hating people. Its golden sands didn't lie about how deadly they...

Join as many threads as you feel comfortable with.

It's called "fluid time."

Dan and I are starting an Audeamus thread today.

I'd like something along those lines. I submitted a quest on the first, and then on the eleventh, I was talking to a mod and asked whether it had been claimed yet, and was told it hadn't gotten...

The ship is red.

It ain't gonna blend.

I like both.

Let's put my vote with "The Crimson Maiden," though.

"Gold has already been promised," the hybrid assured Vigo, "And if you find any book or spells you want to keep while there, I don't care if you keep them."

Syn tossed her head lazily, banishing...

*Holds out arm* Cut me, chick, I dare you.

And I suggest: Kayun.

Elvish for "Blade."

I dunno...I think it sounds clunkety.

Hi. We've already met.