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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    Morty; there's that voice, with a promise of sin
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    Growing, growing, growing. The forest is growing, alive with the satisfaction death gives them.

    He’s been working tirelessly (no rest for the wicked, they say), building up his own ranks, keeping the bond with Loess alive, strong. He hopes Arthas was building his own kingdom. Morty would not be happy if when he went back to the cliffs, there were as few creatures there as before.

    Familiar spots in the forest rear their ugly heads as he walks. Drax’s burned tree, Maugrim’s dark lake, the rotting, decayed prey of Nexu. He passes by the blood-stained beech where he’d taken Jackel’s heart and grins. His laughing lady, oh how he’ll always adore her craziness.

    The sex was pretty amazing too.

    He’s lost in these memories, that is, until he stumbles across a child. Black as night, with haunting yellow eyes. She seems to be controlling the shadows themselves, playing with the squirrel that tried desperately to get away from her. For a moment, he only watches - so much talent in these woods, so much evil.

    “Shadow spinner,” He says calmly through the night. His blue eyes stare down at her. “Having fun?””
    Modicum Mortem


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