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2,596 words Following after "Partnership Deal “WAAAAAGH!” CLANG “Get up, plant your feet this time kid. This is about your form, be vigilant, don’t flinch.” “Alrigh-AUGH!-” Flump “You didn’t even let me get ready that time!” “Do you think they will?” “They who?” “Corny. Now get up...

Aelflead had been quiet up until this point in the discussion. She'd been too out of it and angry to speak something about the narrative irony of the mage's last sentence brought her mind some much needed clarity. And now she was no longer out of it, but she was angry enough that it might've...

It happened again-where did that chain come from-who did that? Who fucking did that? As Aelflead rose on Aeria's arms, her breathing was ragged and her eyes still unfocused. The mechanism that might have drawn her eye lay forgotten in her mind in favor of scowling blindly into the room...

Let go-I can't-breathe! Get off! Help! Where is- Clink! What-? At Diamantus' shot the chain was no more, split at the center, and disappearing altogether as a fizzling light. Thrown off balance by her flailing's sudden lack of a counter weight, Aelflead fell to the ground and sent her "pet"...

Please post any comments, critique, and other feedback here for [Collab] Week: 216: An Unorthadox Execution pt 2 by Mystydjinn.

Striking the Match Aeria Luxus - Moonlit Rain Aelflead Kirastes - Mystydjinn Wordcount: 1406 Maius 30th 0400 Hours Dlink tink ding plink is the sound of a bottle clattering across cobblestone in the dead of night. It caught the attention of a brooding figure with red hair slinking...

Dammit Keydis, you had one job. So this was an interesting romp. Arduin has a magic blue lamp he stole from somewhere (a ruin I presume) and is super excited to finally have his mcguffin. Vox is excited too, but only because he gets his rocks off from taking things that people want really...

"What-the? AAGGGH!" Anywhere else Aelflead's sudden distress might have turned heads, but against the din of metal clanging against stone in combat, it was a worm crushed underfoot in the rain. Insignificantly tragic and of little consequence. The "living," tome-bound ghoul aimed true and just...

Raph already said, but I have to reiterate. This was really really really cool. I didn't realize you could even upload PDFs to the site and now you've got my wheels turning with this, but speaking to the content rather than the package it came in: Meta level petty + awesome. The question...

Unlike her current comrades, Aelflead did not have the benefit of anchoring herself to the ground when the Naga's repulsor flushed the fog from the room. As such she went careening into the far wall behind their largest foes along with the newly revealed sentient spell books. Her frustration...

"I guess our definitions of-faex!" The duo and Aelflead's body stole her retort from her lips just as fog stole the forms of the groups newest enemies away from them. Reflexively Aelflead turned left on her heel; stepped up, then sprung off the bookshelf there, launching herself at the Templar...

A groan of frustration sounded from the redhead when the towering spear men shuffled out of the passage but disappeared just as quickly as they fell. But now that the way was open Aelflead decided the strange library at the end of the hall was better than the antechamber filled with corpses...

Aelflead had turned her focus back to the disgusting creatures surrounding her in the time the brunette took to leap and weave her way through the hordes, but the unmistakable sound of stone scraping on stone grated on her ears. What the hell was that? Her mind demanded, and midway through...

"You!" The redhead responded in equal, but sarcastic enthusiasm. She frowned as her blade slid through the monsters before her and turned up sparkles instead of anything interesting, but she swung again and found new monsters to tear through with her blade. "She'll be fine." The woman didn't...

The sound of heavy boots on stone punctuated Aeria's commanding tone, and a withered looking torch clad in midnight stepped across the temple's threshold and into the chaos of the room. A small shudder passing through its handle made the flame atop quiver, but a low growl from its center seemed...

I just thought about it, but regarding what I said about breaking up dialogue: That's obviously not always necessary. Like, some characters ramble incessantly because they're nervous wrecks or because they're super excited about something, or maybe they just tend to be long-winded. What I mean...

I had been following Aeria's excursions since she took her job with this gruff guy of yours so I'm not sure how I missed this installment and I can't say I'm not pleased. Not that my pleasure with your work is anything particularly important or necessary to achieve or anything of course, but...

I figured what Nargles' saying would be the case, I was listing the worst case situations to make the point that (at least to me) it felt unhelpful if not asinine to say that spurii were less marginalized compared to Demvir. Part of Aelflead's personal journey towards creating spurii Genosha...

Back in camp Gwendolyn was asking herself the same thing as Keydis. "What kind of adventurer runs away and then looses her foot?" The irony in her predicament was palpable, thick like congealed and rotten soup, and everyone else nearby could taste it too since she hadn't shut up about it...

Flaming Flyswatter WC: 2,062 A tale in which Aeria fights a demon with TorBru agents while The Three Jewels burns around her and Aelflead has a strange dream. ̠I ̸̘͇͎̩̻͍ͫ̽̍̇̃Â̷̴҉͙̫͓̠̖M̢̡̜̺͎͔̤̊͌͑̅͡ ̛̼̹̻ͥ̈́͌ͨ̎ͨ͐͝F͕͚̘̹̭͕͈̑ͬͥ̐ͧͧ̽̅̚R̛̺̺̥̺̳̝̂͒̊̄̀͞Ę͈̟̜̉̆̍ͪ̚͟͡È̶͍͎̹͇͇̌͌͋̐͌͗ͦ...