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. Gwyn followed the two like the master of the hunt follows their paired hounds. The white fringe and mantle of the other player's coat was the white-tipped foxhound's tail. And look at that. Gwyn wore red as usual, just like the horse-mounted master should. Shame she didn't have Paradis...

. The march of time truly must have been a difficult one if she'd admit to feeling like she was running behind what needed done and what others did. The not knowing was difficult low down the totem pole, but when clinging to the wings of the figures at the top? It was a long fall if you slipped...

. It wasn't often that her hunting grounds went coastal. Sabine's boots hit stone on mile-high climbs, angles that made three fingers the only things keeping her anchored reverse against gravity, and peaks that overlooked the lazy sprawl of the North American continent in every direction...

. Don't. Don't you call it what it is and then back off it when I do too. Sure, there's a lot of demand for shades of gray, but there's damn well still room for black and white. Explanations aren't excuses. You're still your actions as much as you are your words, whether anyone ever sees or...

. Gwyn felt drawn to see Oflainn when she heard about the village. The news about what had occurred while they were absent was sobering, but that things carried on and that the Yladians hadn't entirely lost a new home was a relief. She'd wanted to see it for herself. But first. A trip through...

. It's so familiar that it grinds the edges of her sorrow down. The edges round and it doesn't hurt so much to lean into so much relief meeting misery. There's the shadow of dark, stone halls and the shadows of a wood door's threshold over her in the past. Gwyn holds Kyupin tight and feels...

. For anyone else, the thin wrists and round cheeks and wide glasses would net pity, perhaps. The clear undercurrent in her voice and the wicked bend to her forged morals and worldview would be flags of hard lessons and a sad story to pry at or protect her from. Cessia had stood beside freaks...

. Gwyn accepted the menu without a fuss and skimmed over it. She was terrible at these things, but defaulted to Alix's old favorite. Just ask for the house special or most popular, and it was likely to be at least sufferable. Normally pleasant, unlike the conversation. Cessia was quick to her...

. Gwyn would have been happy to never seen the skyline of Stokbon again, as much as she knew that was impossible while in Terrasphere's grips. She's come to visit Endra's Square after enough waffling on the whole ordeal. Times had changed and while her bow was still sturdy and her armor...

. The full tilt run there had blurred by, but gods had it made the last few feet feel like miles. Her run had slowed and Kyupin, so similar and so dissimilar both, met her halfway. She had moved maybe ten feet to get to her... but it was four years they'd crossed in the distance. The messages...

. "Not too much of a surprise, I'd hope. Looks like none of us learned our lesson the first go around," she commented mildly, though there was an undertone of warning in it. One they'd both clearly ignored. Her attention drifted back onto the Elf. In the daylight, the activated ability of her...

. Thank none of the gods of Terrasphere, the man immediately lunged into action. Good instincts. A fleeting thought logged and then promptly ignored. As if it had been planned, he charged forward with his companion cutting the other direction. When the gnoll started to veer to its right and away...

. It had taken just over a week to put it all to rest. She had finished her missions in Utah. She finished a job and solo climb in Nevada. She visited her sisters and avoided her mother in northern California. She canceled her camping plans in Oregon. For the first time in a long time, Sabine...

. The difficulty of hunting high grasses came and went with the size and speed of one's quarry. Being tall and awkward in gait didn't make gnolls any easier, though. The ridged mane cut up above the grass like a shark's fin every few moments in the chase. The scout had taken to all fours in...

What's the nearest major landmark or trade road? You remember an old quest location nearby? I'll catch up, just need a heading.

Kyupin! Kyupin, where are you? I'm here, where are you?

Active In the Dust's Wake (Private.) Gwyn logs back in for the first time in four years and immediately sets out to find Kyupin Felnya near Vintergard, looking for their lost tames. Return to the Land of Stars (Private.) Gwyn encounters Alonso Thorlion, having just logged in himself, and the...

The deafening roar of the wind stood hand-in-hand with the growl of the old engine as both fought atop the asphalt. Miles of black stretched behind, and miles of it still lay ahead. Allies in the war blared across the radio in an aggressive muddling of country, rock, and Evangelical preaching...

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