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Town Cell

by TheProletariat

Chapter 12 in Havilah Hanusøvska

Constable Jomot led the waif through the small crumbling bell tower that stood west of the river, away from the Fangwood Forest which lied on the northeastern bank of the Marideth River. The tower, built by Molthune nearly two centuries ago when the borders of Nirmathas were syno...

Timid Among Timbers

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Chapter 13 in Havilah Hanusøvska

Havilah crunched through leaves as she walked along the path home, now past the river. The moonlight was lower and cast down with a yellow pallor in the dappled path. "One day, when I'm rich, I'll have a pony, so I don't have to walk everywhere. Maybe someday," she said holding...

Catch the Arrow (Dex Pass)

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Chapter 12 in Havilah Hanusøvska

Focusing her breath she allows her Hand to move first, readily grabbing the wooden shaft then lobbing it back at Hunter. The arrow pierces his heart and the foe falls frumped on the sandy bank. Kenneth the Sly looks at his friends, both slain in an instant. "By the gods, you're...

Then her Hand twitched.

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Chapter 11 in Havilah Hanusøvska

Tomas approaches with his bludgeoning instrument, Havilah shrinks, taking a step into the water behind her. As Tomas lays his heavy meaty hand on her curls, her Hand twitches and fusses for a brief moment, then guides her dagger right into his lower thigh. The blade punctures and...

Rushing Waters

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Chapter 10 in Havilah Hanusøvska

Rushing waters refreshed the maiden, her heart weary and wallowed in worry. Holding her hands upon her shoulders crossed over her torso she embraced herself and softly hummed. (Stealth 18, 21, 12 vs Perception 21) Her body became tense as her ears picked up on the rustling of the...

“I best get back soon”

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Chapter 10 in Havilah Hanusøvska

Phycomid (Day 2 Pass)

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Chapter 9 in Havilah Hanusøvska

Whistling a tune She gleefully harvested the Phycomid after spraying it with a neutralizer. Then she gathered the roots and set off back home. Her mother would return to normal once this was crafted, now only that remained… Through the forest glades she made her way back to the...

18-20 (Search Day 2)

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Chapter 8 in Havilah Hanusøvska

Traipsing through the underbrush was rough for a halfling. Often the ferns would be a perfect height to tickle her entire personage. Not to mention getting lost or missing a foothold. Such happened to the waif, not looking, she tumbled down a not so steep ravine following her nos...

*hums as the breeze passes*

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Chapter 9 in Havilah Hanusøvska

07-17 (Search Day 2)

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Chapter 8 in Havilah Hanusøvska

Had the forest not been so trodden perhaps she would have found wildlife tracks. But the groves near the town teemed with the green cloaked rangers. They passed by Havilah as she tried to search, but rarely spoke to her. Trying to avoid the rabble she hiked ever further into the...

01 - 06 (Search Day 2)

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Chapter 8 in Havilah Hanusøvska

Phycomid Search Day 2

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Chapter 7 in Havilah Hanusøvska

Preparing herself with a prayer to the forest and pulling up her acorn necklace placing a sliver of citrine into the hollowed nut. Pulling the top down, it sealed with a soft hum as she kissed it. Today the forest looked startled and trodden, the calm of the glades beckon with a...

Within Minutes (INT Fail)

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Chapter 11 in Havilah Hanusøvska

It begins almost benign, Tomas the Lugheaded coughs wildly but is laughed off by his compatriots as too lascivious with drink. The coughs give contest to hacks which shook the table. His wide arms grasped and clenched at his throat shaking and convulsing as his eyes became wider...

"down, down, down by the river..."

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Chapter 11 in Havilah Hanusøvska

"...ugh..."

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Chapter 7 in Havilah Hanusøvska

*shuffles*

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Chapter 7 in Havilah Hanusøvska

Romance 2 Fail

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Chapter 6 in Havilah Hanusøvska

As the moon hangs like a beacon overhead, they sit on a fence overlooking a field of sheep grazing in a forest clearing. The meadow is covered in white little short flowers which seem to photosynthesize at night by their open sunflower like devotion to the moon. The sheep warble...

*sigh of relief*

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Chapter 12 in Havilah Hanusøvska

“I’ll take a walk after soup”

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Chapter 10 in Havilah Hanusøvska

Crafting Fail (Day 2)

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Chapter 9 in Havilah Hanusøvska

The muses spoke not to her, instead only her anxiety about the impending deadline of her mother’s coma remained. This was not even in her area of study, but rather a personal venture. Sighing heavily, she prepared a light soup for her mother.