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Discarded Gems Chapter 23Discarded GemsDiscarded Gems Chapter 23 by Tinalbion
A Fable Fic
Anneleise watched in horror as the balverines suddenly were locked into battle, and the female known as Annabell had released a devastating howl to signal the others to attack. The girl immediately got to her feet and began to instruct the mercenaries for the fight, because they would be needing a lot of silver for this if they were to survive. Redd had grabbed Elia and pulled her behind him to hide her in a safe area, but there was barely a place to keep her, especially one where a balverine couldn't sniff you out. He looked around frantically as he held onto her forearm, Elia just followed blindly.
"Where to go..." He sighed anxiously.
"What about back toward Lookout Point? It's only up that way..." She pointed as her voice began to shake.
"That's all I can really do for ya." Redd sighed and began to quickly walk back toward the entrance. Elia ran along side him wordlessly, too afraid that she might attract unwanted attention with too much
Discarded Gems Chapter 24Discarded GemsDiscarded Gems Chapter 24 by Tinalbion
A Fable Fic
The group of mercenaries had been only a few miles ahead as Raphael followed the group hastily, but he knew how to keep his distance to where he couldn't be spotted, especially because of Anneleise. He would get her alone and force her to hear what he had to say, and she would have to believe him then. The horse beneath him strode at a moderate pace as it passed beneath the great archway of stone, walking toward the old Heroes Guild that was now completely buried by the earth.
Raphael looked around to see if he could notice any kind of tracks from their horses, hoping it would indicate which direction they had taken. Since there was no clue as of where they traveled, he decided to go through Millfields; that way it would be quicker to search for them. If he could beat Reaver and his beasts to the camp, then he could attempt to take them out.
Yards ahead through the clusters of trees and damp grass, Anneleise led the mercs down the broken pat
Discarded Gems Chapter 25Discarded GemsDiscarded Gems Chapter 25 by Tinalbion
A Fable Fic
More blood flowed down the side of the girl's face as the doctors within the small building quickly tried to clean the wound and heal them properly, but the amount that was coming out was almost too much to handle. One of the assistants even went as far as giving the girl a sip of a health potion, only something they did under certain circumstances, but it didn't take effect like it should have. Everyone had tried everything, but all they could manage was to keep her hooked up to oxygen, keeping her airways open.
In the private district of Bowerstone, Lucas sat outside of the room as he waited to hear of his friend's condition. The clinic building reeked of death, the smell had wafted to his nose, and he had to hold himself together in order to not get sick all over the floor. A few hours had went by until Lucas finally stood and ran to one of the nurses that was nearby. "Please miss, is my friend okay? Waiting is torture..."
The woman looke
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A backstory on one of Albion's most notable pirates; for better or worse, as told by him.
CLAMMY CLAUDE: A SHORT STORY
Ahoy thar! I be Clammy Claude and this be me backstory! Long ago, I wis nothin' but a young mariner, barely able ta read or write. I spent me days fishin' fer and catchin' clams off the coast of Knothole Island. Tis a small and well thriving lil' community of mainly fishmongers and crossdressers. We keep afloat by sellin' our homemade goods and tradin' with pirates and tourists when they come through. I was the only clam hunter in the area. Me job consisted of catchin' clams, crackin' clams, and sellin' what I found inside. Sometimes that was clam meat, other times I would get lucky and find a few pearls. On occasion, I found the occasional finger. A little known fact about Knothole Clams; they are aggressive little buggers! They'd give ya the evil eye if they could; course they haven't got any eyes, har-har!
But needless ta say, this made me job very dangerous. I woul
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