First and Last

When he saw that Savan was approaching at last, Gorion smiled in relief. When he saw that the big gnoll was being supported by old Karan of the Oghma clergy, his smile changed to a confused frown. And when he saw the blood, the bandages, the dazed...

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Trials, Tribulations, and Cookies

"Hey! Snapper!" A pair of rounded ears pricked up and a furry head lifted up from the desk where it had been resting among papers, mathematical tools, and a few well chewed pencils. Blinking his muddy brown eyes blearily, the part grown gnoll...

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The Man Who Would Not Kneel

Disclaimer: any similarities with real life people or events is entirely coincidental. All characters are privately owned. And constructive criticism is always welcome! Soichiro Daisuke sat alone at his desk, listening with half an ear to the sounds...

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All Grown Up

Gorion read through the scroll for the third time. That didn't make it's contents any easier to digest, but it gave him a few more seconds to calm himself and think. Twenty years. Twenty years since that fateful raid on the cult of Bhaal....

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Lion Around

Disclaimer: all Lion King characters are property of Disney. "I'm bored", announced Shenzi, planting her hands on her knees and heaving herself up from her rock. Not that there was anybody to listen. During this season the clan was scattered about,...

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On the Hunt

Disclaimer: any similarities actual people or events are entirely coincidental. All characters are privately owned. And constructive criticism is always welcome! Jasper loved night clubs. The sights. The sounds. The smells. The flashing lights and...

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Necessary Monster

Disclaimer: any similarities between this work and others is purely coincidental The door swung open and slammed against the cheap, plywood wall into a well-worn dent. The couple didn't even notice it. They were too busy moaning and grunting...

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The Field Mission

The drums pounded. The firelight flickered off the roughhewn walls. And the eerie and obscene chanting of death cultists brought a chill to Gorion's spine. The mage clutched his dagger for comfort as he huddled back into the shadows, awaiting word...

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The Next Morning

Boots covered delicate feet as they picked their way cautiously through the forest. The night had flown. The birds were chirping merrily as the morning rays of the sun seeped through the boughs of the trees above onto the site of a massacre. ...

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