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*Wanders in late*

By whatever number of holy hells there were, his body hurt. Granted, he wasn’t tired anymore, his unconsciousness had taken care of that, but he was still terribly shaky on his feet, and his entire body ached with the exception of that left arm; it fucking throbbed. He had wrapped the sash around it...

Welcome Raven

He probably would have felt better had his face been blasted into oblivion. He hadn’t even opened his eyes yet and already the needles were in the process of obliterating his eyes and sending daggers of pain randomly spasming throughout his brain. He attempted to shift, to perchance block out some o...

It was all getting highly tiring. He was getting nowhere, Zhao was getting nowhere, Canti was getting nowhere, and even the two mysterious slashes of air proved exactly futile. Canti’s flashmail sparked some ideas but probably not along the lines he was thinking. In this case, the boy simply dropped...

He was greatly appreciative of the fact that he was not alone in this room. An electrified sword slid neatly through the narrator’s body, cleaving the shadows as if they weren’t even there. The boy flinched, as much as he could in any circumstance in his present circumstance, but the Rai didn’t end ...

If he could have, he would’ve driven his spear through the damn narrator’s mouth. That insane cackling was driving him absolutely insane. He grunted as he ripped the arrow out of his shoulder, blood dripping lightly from the wound. A quick glance to his left revealed the wolf lunging into action, an...

The talisman clicked, and the door swung open slowly, revealing a room similar to the one they had left the battle wounds in on the floor below. It was plain, completely unadorned and unfurnished. It seemed somewhat odd compared to the grandeur that the rest of the mansion exhibited. The walls were ...

The stairs to the second floor were chipped and weathered with age. Cracks adorned their faces and dust coated their tops. The stairs looked altogether undisturbed and unused. Then why bother to have them? That party mounted the stairs leading up to a giant oaken door, one that was not well-maintain...

Miss Angel was quite the acrobat. She didn’t settle for dodging or parrying there attacks, she had to do so in style. Flips, twists, she was a freaking gymnast in the air. The Long Arm thought he might have been able to strike her, the target in question having just oriented herself, yet it was not ...

The key to his aspect of his plan was to stay back, and more importantly, stay alive. He sat back, waiting for something to happen. He was hoping that somebody was launch into an attack, something that would force Angel’s hand. Instead he got a flashmail. And soon, everything seemed to spin forward ...

Tis back.

The series of attacks weren’t nearly as successful as he had hoped them to be. While the attacks seemed to affect the pet just fine, it was the damage to Angel that had been lacking. Her golden aura seemed absorb all attacks against it, and it seemed to weaken the effect of area spells that targeted...

Glad to be back.

The figure in the chair seemed to not be everybody’s favorite person at the moment. Which was understandable if he had outbreaks like the one that he and Zhao had suffered, but still; the raving were more or less directly on point, and in the boy’s case, it addressed something he hadn’t really thoug...