Written by | Posted June 3, 2016 – 11:21 am First, Finest, Last (Anryl)

She was barely fifty years old* when she took her first – a contract handed out in Everlook, though how she’d ended up in that godsforsaken ice-sheet she couldn’t be sure. It was a simple thing to kill the woman listed on the paper she had signed. Anryl had no idea what Telwae Lightsorrow had […]

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Dear …
comment Comments Off on Dear … Written by on February 7, 2008 – 9:44 am

Dear Coilskar Naga:

Do you really have such a love for your fish oil that you have to keep it locked up in chests, instead of, say money and Cipher of Damnation fragments?


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