Hail to the King...of Cats

Behind Great WallsBehind Great Walls Matt Potter The crimson sun crested the hills of the Elenni Northlands, chasing the moon from the sky and the frost from the earth, while simultaneously warming the faces of a pair of figures resting on the grey-green grass outside a tent. White Fox was one of the figures, resting on his haunches while watching the sunrise. The barbarian placed his hand on the head of the figure to his left, scratching behind her ears as a contented murmur escaped her muzzle. The direwolf sidled closer to him. Grinning, the barbarian continued doing this while preparing the rabbiBehind Great Walls


Accidents HappenAccidents Happen Matt Potter The man known to most as the Sage woke to the noise of pottery shattering, unaware that the shriek and clattering of earthenware would be the most pleasant of screams and impacts he would hear that day. Groaning as he rolled off of his bed, the Sage rose to his feet, brushed the mess of dark hair from his cold blue eyes, and walked slowly to the terrace of his second floor apartment. Sitting on the deck amid shards of broken pottery was a stone. Grumbling under his breath at the damage, the Sage picked up the stone and unwound the string that attached it to a sheAccidents Happen
Devious Comments
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Because sometimes you just have to ask yourself, 'How does one kill an immortal being that's faster than time?'
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"Holy fucknuggets and christwagons!"
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"Holy fucknuggets and christwagons!"
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