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Finn He still regretted fleeing to Thunderdale, of all places. The city was run by Cynic, and he knew fairly well that Cynic had its fair share of dealings with The Spill. The hacked TD at least gave him some ability to hide, but knowing The Spill, that wouldn't change a damn thing. They would still know where he was and would still be able to track every step he took. There were eyes everywhere, and that was especially true in Thunderdal...

Honestly, he was completely unfazed by what he was witnessing in Murkhaven. Intrigued, perhaps, but the amount of gore he had borne witness to in the past had made him pretty apathetic to the lights of these…fog zombies. Such a shame it was to be them.  Glass crunched under his boots as he walked up to one of the husks, so affectionately named. They should give them a bit more credit than that, right? Kieran simply smiled as he stared into their blank faces, pulling his foot away fr...

As he traversed through the obscured marshland, the black, tar-like water only seemed to be getting more viscous. Eyes glinted from the swathes of shadows, the undergrowth rustling as he could hear the faintest of growling. Splendid, but at least his leg worked well enough for him to run now if need be. It was really starting to seem like Aza was going to need an escape plan if he wanted to survive and get to Murkhaven.    Why did anyone even live out here? Sure, Brookfell was...

This had proven to be a horrendous idea; he knew he was getting closer to Murkhaven, but even being able to see the lights on the distant horizon wasn't much. After all, there were simply lights from the buildings; this nightmarish landscape didn't even have light beacons. Aza quite honestly felt like he was going to go mad before he got there.   He had tripped on overgrown roots at least a few times by now, a...

The past several weeks had been exhausting; falling down a mineshaft, breaking his leg, and traveling all the way to Thunderdale had not been his idea of a great time. It made him question if his reasoning was sound, or if the vengeful spirits compelled him way more than he had thought. Traversing through a dark, somber marshland didn't help matters at all.    While the spirits were loudest in complete darkne...

Murkhaven was far from what Corvus would consider a habitable place. To him, it just looked like a barren, grim wasteland. The fog had done a number on the area, with spindly trees stripped of their bark and leaves. Color had been drained from the marshlands, with dull grays and browns dominating against a pale, gloomy sky. The clouds hung heavily over this area, and Corvus wondered if these people ever saw the light of the sun. ...

This was a foolish idea; he couldn't really decide why exactly he was doing this. Perhaps it was the notion that it would appease the spirits, as they urged him onward. Or, rather, it was that he felt the slightest of thrills at danger. However, even after all that, Aza's instincts told him to turn back.    But had he listene...

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,...