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Word Count: 802This had to be, perhaps one of the stupidest plots that Lanca had ever heard of. Knock Wintervale out of the sky. Why? For what purpose? It was a frozen wasteland up here and associated with Cynic- who surely wouldn't be keen to destroy it. Cynic is the most likely to aim for the destruction of the city but they wouldn't be the ones responisble for this which then would leave Ethos. And Ethos? This was the only thing keeping life alive up here, so many Po...

Word Count: 768He was feeling tired. Extremely tired infact and he could hardly contain the heavy sigh that had gradually built up in his mind. How long had he spent collecting herbs and bringing them back to his garden in Groveheart, how long had he spent bartering with people in Rivertide to try and get the best deals for seeds- just how much time had he wasted?  The garden that he had been making was in ruins, and the cause of it? The source of his lost time...

Word Count: 762Be a good man. Don't do crime, do something useful for the community! Maybe you'll find some kind of meaning in doing so and grow to enjoy it as much as you enjoyed robbing  any house that wasn't properly locked. Yada, yada yada- blah blah blah. _Ugh._ Perhaps if it was just one person saying such nonsense he could ignore it. Infact, if it was two people  he would also be able to ignore it- but it wasn't just one. It wasn't just two. It was thre...

Word Count:  963 { CORVUS + ATLAS }He backed away as soon as the man's gaze fell upon him, heart racing as he glanced sideways at the Ditto digesting the ring. Atlas was perched on his shoulder, watching the goopy creature with wide eyes. The Pipsail let out a small chirp, more akin to what a Natu would sound like. He was, of course, completely unaware of the trouble he could have gotten Corvus into. I knew I should have left him at h...

Word Count:  836 {CORVUS}Pacing before the sun fell became second nature for him; of course, he knew night was on the horizon, but he could never sleep. Waking up enough times from anxiety over something he couldn't even remember would do that. Corvus closed his eyes for a moment, his breath clouding in the brisk air as he sighed. He was getting the itch to pickpocket some unsuspecting bystander again; oh, how typical. Old habits die hard,...