Well it ain't about a Royal Commission. Runt was out there, eh?! - Arrow
Wot?!! - SB
Grave Walker called his name. - A
Oh. Sheite! Ogre know? - SB
Hello! Would we b @ the talk if he did?! - A
So wots with Runt? Eh? Never talks much. Will be saying less now. - SB
Gots 2 ask the Balls. - A
Who? Rogue? Lol... That's funny. Like that handle. :-) - SB
Huh. Well. Lets go rack him up. - A
ROTFL... U r pricless! Heh heh heh... - SB
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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