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the runed stick by pigmygoat

Chapter 3 in Clayr of Sarem

the runed stick by pigmygoat

Chapter 4 in Clayr of Sarem

As he reaches into his pocket, his hand is jabbed by the dowel. It was a novelty that he had taken in hopes that an odd collector might trade him something for it. Whether the stick would grant him some super power or render him dead, that was a chance he was willing to take. Lef...

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the pink vial by pigmygoat

Chapter 3 in Clayr of Sarem

the pink vial by pigmygoat

Chapter 4 in Clayr of Sarem

Desperation takes control as Clayr's fingers clasp over the smooth glass tube. It was an object he had taken in haste. Whether the potion would grant him some super power or render him dead, that was a chance he wanted to take. Left in the care of "justice", life would be worse t...

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He makes sure she starts breathing by pigmygoat

Chapter 3 in Clayr of Sarem

Clayr is horrified with himself despite his resolve. He couldn't just kill her in cold blood. Getting on his knees, the young man tears away her leather doublet and bits of chain mail. A simple linen tunic laces along her front, dirty with grease. He didn't need to, but Clayr cou...

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Clayr tries to subdue the guard by pigmygoat

Chapter 2 in Clayr of Sarem

Boldness was not his forte, a life as a rogue had taught him that to survive one cannot make themselves obvious. There are times, however, when taking a single person out of the equation can make the impossible possible. Clayr waits, a nervous tremor running through his spine. Ea...

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Clayr decides to sneak his way out, SILENTLY by pigmygoat

Chapter 2 in Clayr of Sarem

Boldness was not his forte, a life as a rogue had taught him that to survive one cannot make themselves obvious. Clayr waits, a nervous tremor running through his spine. Each step, each clank of the guard's armor, echoes painfully in his head as Clayr remains in darkness. Not wil...

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Introduction by pigmygoat

Chapter 1 in Clayr of Sarem

Clayr ducked low, squeezing himself down into a tiny crouch. A stack of crates shield his body from line of sight but the night watch of Sarem is renowned for their dogged persistence. His hands tremble as they pull his cloak tightly down over his head. Each breath is a silent st...

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