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Trail of a GhostOf all the seasons, Scot favoured spring the most. The sight of green returning to the woods, the birdsong and the burst of colours across the fields never failed to rejuvenate his spirits. Of course, it was also an excuse to leave the stuffiness of the city and go on a field study. His last sojourn produced three new spiecies of fungi and one unidentified mollusc. Scot never fancied himself as a naturalist. But to those who knew him well, the golden- haired, scholarly elf simply reveled in discovering or learning. Scot's ocean blue eyes, rounder than most elves, gave him an almost childlike, awestruck appearance when something new caught his attention.Trail of a Ghost by *PHarold
And when it did, he devoured it until he committed everything to memory or in his ever-present pocket sized sheaf of parchments.
However, on this rare day, when he was able to secure two of his closest friends, he decided that exploring the botanic garden market in the next town over would be a better use of their time and his.
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A Little Push: Part 2 Asha leaned out from the doorway, looking up and down the street. She twisted her braid between her fingers, anxious about being spotted. Early morning before the market opened, and the streets were still fairly empty. Fortunately, the alchemist's shop was located off the main street down a small flowered lane that made up the herb garden. Part of the building was concealed. When she heard of Kaolin's plot, she was intrigued and was recruited. Since Scot didn't know her that well, he would suspect very little where she was concerned.A Little Push: Part 2 by *PHarold
The young dwarf caught the smell of baking bread on the wind. So eager was she to start, she missed her morning meal.
Behind her, Martin worked on the lock of the alchemist's cellar, apparently oblivious to her discomfort.
She peeked over her shoulder. "Are you almost done?"
Martin's reply was slightly muffled by the tool he held between his teeth.
"What did you say?"
He tucked the instrument behind his ear so he could talk to her better. "I sa
A Game of CardsWhat day is it?A Game of Cards by *PHarold
Time slipped in and out; the minutes, hours, days all melding together. Seeing the sky for only a brief time every day threw his internal clock off balance. The only way Martin knew how to mark the day at all was by the rotation of staff that came into the room beyond the observation window of his cell. A group of people that he never talked to occupied the tables and chairs for one half of the day. James, who he did talk to, was the only one working during what Martin assumed was the afternoon. No one appeared throughout the night. Whenever he woke up during the night, the window was always black.
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Of Lies and Legacies Chapter 5"After all you've told me," Martin said, "give me one good reason why I should help you."Of Lies and Legacies Chapter 5 by *PHarold
"Of course." Edelrunn replied. "If you walk out of here right now, Galen's men will come looking for you. They know you have become involved because one of the men held a scrying glass. It would look like a mirror to you, a black mirror. If they caught your image in it, Galen would know of your existence immediately. I believe that they did, judging from where Tymr found it."
At the wizard's mention of the device, Martin recalled the dying marauder's last words: "He knows you're here…"
Edelrunn continued. "Galen's men are very talented at making occu
| An acrobat gets a rude start to his vacation when he comes to the aid of a lone traveler. |
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