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The Shrouded danced a little caper as Eamon appeared and made his way, the creak of leather the only sound to accompany the movement. The only sound; the eldritch and greasy feel of some kind of sorcery wafted from them like a solar wind. Aeyliea was sensitive to the arcane and thus noticed it...

https://chroniclesrp.net/threads/dust.5830/ - Hollic Still open to another if any interested.

The wind howled, carrying the sharp alkali scent of the Sea of Grass on wings of sand and dust. The contrivance continued to grind on behind her. She did not like the thing or the creature that dwelt within. The conveyance resembled an enormous cookpot turned upside down, a crooked chimney...

Would be glad to have you. I will make an initial post today or tomorrow to put more out for anyone else on the fence.

Looking for one or two to continue trying to make a plot thread happen, while ironing out some... characterization issues. Aeyliea is working for a strange employer. The creature - man or woman, she has no idea which - sought her out specifically in Alliria for a job that they are willing to...

She sat there stone-faced, regarding him coldly across the table. It wasn't as if she were very friendly to begin with. This morning was certainly no exception. She cocked her head to one side, baffled at his statement. Boredom was not a thing she was familiar with, likely out of necessity...

She tensed when he reached into his jacket, every nerve poised for immediate violence. When he withdrew a vial of liquid instead of a weapon, she only relaxed a fraction. She stared at the vial as though it were a quickstep viper, made no move to touch the thing and certainly no move to drink...

The closer he came, the more ill at ease a part of her became. A large part of the training afforded a Seer had to do with the spiritual realm, quite aside from the Sea of Stars and the cycle of souls between the world and the heavens. A great deal of arcana instilled in initiates, a greater...

Her guts churned and spun, a particular affliction after a night spent drowning what little bit of her sanity and sense she had left to her. The thing in her head, quiescent, had turned its attention elsewhere days before. Aside from the sense of a serpent coiled round the base of her spine, the...

Awareness was unwelcome and inevitable. She opened her bloodshot eyes, and turned her head very, very carefully. The light streaming in through the windows was that of early morning just after dawn. Through the dusty glass she could see a sky stained purple and pink and blue, reflecting on the...

Back to looking for another thread if anyone has anything kicking round they want to do :)

Her demand was meant with a tug that made her face grow ashen. She tensed, getting ready to continue the fight with these men as she had the others - certain aspect of so-called civilized culture were still beyond her - when Mogrin spoke. "One of these scale-skinned bastards didn't pick a...

It wasn't long before the mnemonic apparitions noted the approach of the wyrms, but their response to the approach ran counter to what was expected. Some noted their approach with the expression of the every day and the ordinary - nothing of note, their expressions said as the went about their...

Her eyes cut to the peace-keepers and then back to Kindly. She took a step forward, and he took a step back. The smile slipped from her face as she realized that Kindly had no intention of standing and fighting now that the odds were not stacked in his favor. She could see his eyes cutting to...

Encircled and without the use of her arms - the fiery agony lancing through the twisted, useless one - but that did not mean she was entirely under their control. She bucked against One-Eye, driving her head back and connecting with nothing. Then she snaked a leg between his, caught and twisted...