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Forty-twoA Chapter by IsemayThe gentle touch on her cheek made Syreilla jerk awake, sending water over the side of the tub. Looking around she blinked in confusion for a moment u.. |
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Forty-threeA Chapter by Isemay“We need to discuss the plans more thoroughly first, Syreilla, and you want me to take someone completely untrained in with me into the goddess .. |
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Forty-fourA Chapter by IsemayThe guest bed was large enough for Master Odos and Syr was sprawled out across it blissfully when she heard the argument outside the chamber.“Sh.. |
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Forty-fiveA Chapter by Isemay“No. If my armor cannot fit beneath it-” Cyran scowled as the half-elf threw his hands up and pulled the tailor away to speak to the man.I.. |
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Forty-sixA Chapter by IsemaySirruil was walking among those working the forges with an awed look on his face and Syr came to sit on the bench next to Orefinder with a grin, &ldqu.. |
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Forty-sevenA Chapter by IsemayKwes paced the cell with a scowl. They’d striped him of everything and given him a piece of cloth to tie around his hips. Cyran, in the cell acr.. |
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Forty-eightA Chapter by IsemaySyr was watching Sirruil talk animatedly to his siblings as they ate, about the ways he’d seen into the treasure rooms with the circlet on. Most.. |
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Forty-nineA Chapter by IsemayThe goddess’ words resonated in his mind and Cyran couldn’t pull himself out of their contemplation. Imos was the god of justice, righteou.. |
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FiftyA Chapter by IsemaySyreilla walked silently next to Kyrilla. The tale of the year spent as an unpaid maid had sparked questions and the girl had been incensed at some of.. |
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Fifty-oneA Chapter by Isemay“Why does my Syreilla need me to fetch the stone? She has always brought them to you, Divinity.” Vezar’s brow furrowed.“There .. |
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Fifty-twoA Chapter by IsemayFolding his arms across his bare chest, Kwes inspected his still pruny hands, “It wouldn’t be so bad if it were only the pretty girls I ha.. |
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Fifty-threeA Chapter by IsemaySyr woke to cursing in the hall and Kaduil muttering under his breath, his face still pressed to the center of her chest.“I think they’re .. |
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Fifty-fourA Chapter by IsemayCyran sat very still as the goddess rested her head in his lap and gazed up at him.“No one has ever done this with you, have they?”“.. |
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Fifty-fiveA Chapter by IsemayRunning her fingers over the familiar writing, Syr could feel Hammersworn’s pride in the work. She hadn’t only written down the suggestion.. |
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Fifty-sixA Chapter by IsemayKwes turned the coin over in his hands, running his fingers over the two sigils. Syreilla’s made him angry, but Odos’ sigil… he did.. |
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Fifty-sevenA Chapter by Isemay“I want you to lay some of those before you leave, Rook. I’ll show you where.”Syr grinned as she cleared the wards away. “Uncl.. |
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Fifty-eightA Chapter by IsemayStepping through the door away from Eludora’s temple and back into a wooded area Cyran felt a mix of relief and nervousness. Syreilla suspected .. |
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Fifty-nineA Chapter by IsemayThe time she’d been given in the dwarf mine had come to an end far sooner than she’d wanted it to. Syreilla had stayed up all night talkin.. |
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SixtyA Chapter by IsemayAs unobtrusively as possible, Vezar opened a door in a city he’d once ruled over on the edge of Orileria. It still seemed to bustle with people .. |
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Sixty-oneA Chapter by IsemayThe elf with unsettlingly large eyes stared back at her and tilted its head slightly. Syreilla nearly jumped when she realized he was imitating her.&l.. |
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