'K, Ass. Lean on me some soes we can make better time...
No!
Nuff!
Ur Macho sheite's slowin' us 2 much. N we gots followers... - A
Ugh. Right bitch 2day, wot? - Rogue
Me? Hey. We gots 2 get off the Hollow Lands. This monochrome landscape flips me vision. Don't want 2 b going back to back with that crowd behind us here if we can help it. - A
True? Ha! That's how they to got 2 me! Was wondering bout that. - R
Huh. Not surprising. N my blood lines r better with vision here than urs. No. Hush. Don't get ur back up. Is just fact.
Sooo.... Wots with Runt's Walker?? - A
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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