Berin! - Rogue
Shut it Human. Was that blade dipped, Mixed Breed? - Berin
Of course. Wot kinda fighter u think u trained?! Didn't nick him with the tip tho. He should be good. - Arrow
You add anything beyond my recipe? - B
Yah, sure. But not for Fae, or Aelf for that matter. Not for this trek anyway. - A
Good. I left instructions in case. Now. You, Miss Fast Draw and I, need to chat. Bring your Human if you must. - B
Wot I do? Everthin' u trained me to? U jist mad I got inside ur guard. N u didn't e'n c Arrow. Lol... U should b happy we learned so well! - R
Shut it Bag a Bones. - B
Well, at least u haven't forgot ur slang! Lol... Thanks for getting rid of the Aelf n coming back. Thought u waz gonna leave us empty handed! - A
Huh. Not more n u deserve. Now. Come see... - Berin
In a small corner of Sanctuary are worlds and times that exist, out of sync or in, all being tiny glimpses of a greater tapestry. One such place, the land of the Fae, has a castle, of sorts, that is totally surrounded by a brambled wood. So we begin, in the Worlds of Sanctuary, with the Faelan Stories. And what better, when being introduced to the weird and wonderful, than starting with something slightly familiar. Here we have the sometimes Sleeping Beauty. Ps: It's a story so oldest posts 1st.
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