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Leon rolled off of the reptilian corpse, readying himself for the continuing battle. His blades bloodied, he wiped them in the grass quickly before sheathing them once more. Looking to the abyss...

Pressed hard against the thorny bracken, and wishing he had not left behind his leather coat, Leon watched as the jewel encrusted stallion crashed into the advancing ranks of drakelings. The...

For most of a day, the merchant prince tracked the caravan from Radasanth. He rode off the beaten path, watching and waiting for whatever fate met his father's goods. Too long and too often had...

Leon whirled, pistol raised to strike the man as he appeared behind him, only to whip empty air. Following his own momentum back around, he barely managed to see the incoming boot before it slammed...

A voice on the wind, barely audible over the metallic grunts of the locomotive, woke the merchant prince from his daydreaming on the passenger car's roof. Rolling onto his stomach, Leon carefully...

Alerar's beauty was an aquired taste, not to be easily grasped by the Coronian peasantry, accustomed as they were to green fields and forests. Sun-bleached grasses grew tall across the steppes, and...

Yes sir! Done.

If Leon is approved in time, he's perfect for this.

This is a mid-level update, following activity in the FQ To Rule All Flesh, seven years of inactivity on this account, and a change in the rules for the site. Equipment updates are noted in red, and...

Plynt bullets.
Flaming metal projectiles.
Burning foes.

Leon strode through the Ettermire marketplace, picking his way through the stalls until he came to one providing ammunition for firearms....

Lily and I are in.

Signing on with invitation from the leadership.

I would like the pistol I earned in Arms of Gold, Lily, to be enchanted, rather than getting an enchanted item in addition to that spoil. The enchantment is one of wind. Any time that Lily is fired...

So much for staying out of trouble.

Leon's shoulders rose and fell with each breath, the air clouding before him. His blades hung in his hands, wrists limp from exertion. It was done. The...

Leon's audacity hadn't gone unpunished. The gorilla of a man named Kreskin grabbed the young man who dared strike that handsome face of his, chain shirt rattling in his meaty grip. He tossed the...

As the Salvaran troops gathered around him, Leon forced his way through the rioting theists, twisting and stabbing when a farm implement came too close or a bumpkin took a swing at him. The...

Screams of pain and fear reached Leon's ears, sending a chill up his spine as he watched the deaths of the peasants his blast had taken. He didn't like killing, but this was war. Kill or be killed....

The marksman felt justified as he fired off a round at the demon summoner in the distance. Still, he felt something just wasn't right with shooting at such a pretty young girl, even if she was so...

Djakara took a long exhale, as if he was delaying the decision for as long as possible. "Yeah, I don't know," he said. "Lets just get out of here, if you think we can. We'll send one wagon forward to...

Click, click. Click, click.

Leon sat listening as the Freiherr and the mercenary discussed the tactics of the battle, and upon hearing Godhand's proclamation of the enemy's numbers, he looked up...

Watching as the demon disappeared in a burst of smoke, Leon slumped against the side of the wagon in relief. Shortly thereafter, The younger-looking silver-haired man, Jame, returned with a...

His last attack having been completely ineffective, Leon decided to try and avoid the demon's attacks for the time being to reload his pistol. This was made much easier by the large mercenary named...

One second, Leon was scanning the field for any sign of trouble, then the demon was right on top of him, and Aafo lay dead on the ground, a spear through his gut. A bolt of lightning flashed in,...

Leon rubbed his wrists where the dwarf had bound them. The skin was still sore from the chafing ropes, and his ribs weren't in much better shape. Still, he wasn't tied up on the floor anymore,...

With a groan, the dirty-blonde stirred and stretched out. Rather, he would have, if two factors didn't prevent him. First, his ribs were sore and bruised from the beating he had taken, and any such...