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This Old Troll

As Galedia walked away, Fil’ul watched her go.  For someone so tiny, she certainly could hit hard– and heal hard, when needed.  The old troll chuckled, and watched as she looked back at him with one antenna-like eyebrow raised before she continued onward, into her home.

It was a long day.  They spent hours together in combat, with her alternating between hitting heavy and healing, while Fil’ul kept the enemies angry at himself.  Whenever she wasn’t riding his shoulders, she was pulling more enemies into the melee while occasionally shooting a healing spell in his direction to keep him up. Read the rest of this entry »

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Son of a Bitch

Continued from The Ass Returns.

“You two aren’t going to get anything done just staring at that snake.  It’s not too big, is it?  I could have beaten it off by now.” The ever-filthy wanderer, Piper, observed with bored eyes.  His ever-present flute case rested on his lap as he leaned forward to watch.  Crooked teeth bit at the tip of his thumb in irritation. “At this rate, that little snake will eat one of you for dinner.”

Leopold growled.  He was injured and exhausted.  The ‘little snake’ was at least four times his size, and apparently without weakness.  It drew back, ready to strike at the young man directly in front of him.

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The Ass Returns

Continued from Oh Shit.

Edaline returned to her father’s house as an unwed woman.  Her maidenhead broken, she had little hopes of a new marriage, and her father treated her coolly, while her mother coddled her.  There she waited for the man she didn’t expect to come.  The days became weeks, and she began to lose hope.  Should she return to her husband?  For a few days, she debated it, and even began to pack.  If he didn’t accept her return, she would be without hope for a future that lacked shame.

She stopped packing.  She needed answers too badly.  She would remain, and she would wait. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on February 22, 2013 in Semihistorical Fiction

 

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Well, shit.

Continued from Oops.

The day of Young Lady Edaline Starrik’s anniversary of birth arrived on a day filled with clouds and rain.  Piper packed away his flute before the sun rose.  He dressed quickly and began to walk off.  He avoided the roads as he took a more direct route through field and forest.  The scruffy man intended to arrive first, and walked quickly.  At times, he ran when he heard others.

Branches gripped and pulled at his clothing.  New rips and tears formed.  He held his cape in place after a reminder that a yanked cape caused difficulty when he tried to breathe.

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Posted by on January 2, 2013 in Semihistorical Fiction

 

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Oops

The bride screamed.  Her flawless wedding day was ruined.  Another shrill scream echoed through the small castle chapel.  Tears ran down the bride’s pale face.  The liquid cut through the silver-and-pearl powder, leaving trails of flushed red flesh.  She stood alone near the small, glowing orb and the traveling priest.  A third scream caused the assembled family and friends of the would-be-bride to shift uncomfortably in their benches.

Never before had they witnessed such unrestrained emotion in the young lady.  Finally, the girl’s mother stood and walked to her daughter.  She embraced her tightly and led her away.  With her own body, she shielded the sobbing young bride from sight.

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Posted by on January 2, 2013 in Semihistorical Fiction

 

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