Blince

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Cracks in false stone -- Part Two

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Cracks in false stone -- Part One

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OOC: Brief recall of past events from the last few days.

A town of mad hounds and rumormongers, they said.

Of the poor and the unsavory, they said.

Where the Watch was oft scattered in thin numbers and the mayor was loath to fund their equipment, they said.

A year had it been since the Half-mad Huntress had trod the dusty cobblestone and old dirt paths, and it was relieving to her to know that most, if not all of the populace, had forgotten the escapades of a lost young woman who was foolish enough to presume herself self-sufficient.

Zurich cannot write nor speak elegantly enough to capture her thoughts, though she spends much of her time reflecting; over what some may find stressful to recall, Zurich finds comfort in remembering any joyful times with those she may have once claimed to love.

Everyone speaks to me saying that they wish I was how I used to be; those who don't develop a brand idea that they can fix me by breaking me to a point of fighting back. The only two who's support has worked, I personally feel, is my mentor Blince and my mate Bouddycca.

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Children of a Kolten

- Zurich -

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A trip in the night - Farewell Hardoleth.

Written by: Blince

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She woke up in the morning next to her husband, Blince Kolten. Walked outside to take a deep breath in the fresh air. When she stepped out, noticed a letter near the door.

"To Everlyse Kolten" was on the letter outside.

She opened it and started to read slowly. Few minutes later the letter fell down from her hand, she sat down and started to think. Think about what to do:

Hello, my leathery friend. The one sat with me here at my deathbed. As expected, no family, friends doing theirs and me here, bedridden and infirm and only getting out to piss in a bowl next to my bed.. Quite a mess I will leave for others to clean, hah! Oh, I shall not lie, I do enjoy no one seeing me in this wretched state.. coughing phlegm and blood at every turn, but I should get on with this.. will.