That's a right nasty bit, eh? Will put the slugs 2 it @ home. - Arrow
Hey, no need for callin' me bits nasty!
Arrrgh! Owwww! Don't have 2 pull that so tight! Eeeee. Woman! Eh?! Alright. 'S good!
N wot u mean slugs? Y? Wounds fresh! - Rogue
U been hackin' up Gouls, yes? They sheite on their weapons. Brings the rot wots their life into ur system, startin' @ the cut n rotting out from there. The Slugs gets rid a the rot. Grimmy little bastards but they eat the rot right up. - A
Gouls sheite?? - R
Huh. Of all I said, that's wot sticks in ur brain?? - A
Well beggin' ur pardon Miss! I's cut up a mite. Not firing on all cylinders here, eh? - R
U never r. K. Nvrmnd. DON'T respond. Hup! Les go. We gots a day's march with the nasties 4 company. - A
Only a day? To the Bramble?? - R
Little more than. U followed the Bee's dance, eh? They work as they go, stoppin' every which way. Crickets r more direct. - A
Well, Crimmy... - R
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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