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Flashmail! To: Nemera From: Nall RE: The Watch I hear you've been beefing up your watch group. While I don't exactly approve if I can help it, getting more people involved... Do you have anyone I can use? Of necessity your group needs to remain small, while mine does most of the fighting. So anyone...

Lounging around as he was, Zan could only wonder if he had always been this lazy on the in-betweens that occurred from quest to quest. Technically, yes, he had already cracked this particular puzzle. The emotional workout with Xael's murder and the shattering of his shallow vanity had been draining....

The trip up the bridge was rather disquieting, a stillness present in the air that felt far too surreal. The atmosphere seemed to promise a sneak attack at any moment, seemed to whisper at their fated deaths if they kept progressing the way they had. Wow, for a field Zan had thrown together all at o...

The bushes rustled with movement, a cliché moment that one always saw in cartoons and old movies that signaled the emerging of something dastardly. The ten Swordmanoids that came into view, circling them as they appeared, were far from dastardly. Contrary to their names, there were no implicated swo...

Everyone in the Hideout seemed to be in a general lull, most of the conversations having died down and a handful of the members either gone or napping. Zan was too lazy at the moment to conjure up a topic of universal conversation that would address the group as a whole. Eh, he'd wait for more of th...

With the little dragon curled rather comfortably in his lap, Zan had a valid excuse not to be going anywhere anytime soon. Had to watch the baby, you see. Something in the events of the last field had made him almost painfully lazy; something the lycanthrope hoped would change the moment he got on h...

(( OOC: Though I'm posting in here, Zan hasn't left the Main Thread to this point yet, but feel free to continue to talk to him for now. --Terrain Type: Alternating; Dense forest, open plains and castle dungeon. --Weather: Alternating; Sunny, moonlit night and a rainy night. --Element: Juk up until...

Zan hung in the transition between the Water Capital and the Cultural City's Hideout in a numb silence, the memory of Xael flat-lining burned into his memory like the scar was on his face. The fight with Sekai had proven a worthy distraction, something that was more than capable of keeping his mine ...

Atra and Xael screamed at eachother as they fought to figure out why the Tear had vanished from them. Such arguments halted as the ground at their feet shook, forcing them to stumble away from the ripple of cracks that began to cave in to a pit-like crater. Both mouths fell open, in both horror and ...

Zan was taken door through door that he didn't recognize within the lycanthropic stronghold, his body still drained from the trauma Malfaes had inflicted upon him. There was no real physical resistance left in him as they made their way through small underground catacombs, a place the werewolf hadn'...

When the haze of unconsciousness cleared and Zan came to, the first thing he noticed was the stiff feel to the left side of his face. What had...Oh God. The temporary moment of blankness upon awakening was quickly dismissed, leaving behind the horrid truth of what had happened to him. A frantic look...

An hour or so later, give or take a few minutes, Zan smirked with a blood-stained face and opened his remaining good eye to the frustrated face of his torturer. Xael had underestimated the lycanthrope's ability to be amused under such duress. Each blade that bore into him wasn't met with the usual s...

Torch light entered and exited Zan's wavering vision, blurred images of his captures barely registering in the sluggish goop that had become the lycanthrope's thoughts. The dreamscape he had slipped from still lingered in the back of his head and something, something about it told him that it had be...

Zan knew that he wasn't awake, knew it as surely as he knew his continued entrapment in The World. That was odd in and of itself. Usually the lycanthrope had a hard time coming to terms with his dreaming self, such a thing only shaken when Lowen happened to walk inside of his head. The Heavy Blade ...

Time was nothing in the fall from The World to its echo, its Shadow. Zan didn't attempt to count up the minutes he fell through everything and nothing at all. To say he fell through blackness or darkness or anything else of the sort would be absurd. It would fall short of the truth at hand. To fall ...