Oh. So u all r back r u? Come looking for me, have ya? Done confabing with the rich n famous? Come to give me the verdict? Well, n THERE’s a new face. Can bet that means no good for me n mine. Huh!
The bunch of u just toddle on off now, ya hear? I’m not in the mood to be ganged up on by riff raff the likes of U all!
- Ogre
But?!...
- Berin
Ah. No.
- O
But?!!...
- Tamsaelin
N!, O!
Not now. Maybe not ever.
Yes. That’s right. Just shuffle off like good little boys n girls. Think she’s a he n he’s a she. Just can’t tell. Specially that new one.
No. Don’t stop.
Keep on going.
The hall to the left works...
Bowyer?! Wait.
U come with me...
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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