Rowe and Hunter: Part 2Mendel Isle had dramatic, sweeping cliffs on one side and naught but deep emerald land on the other. It was beautiful to behold and awesome to experience. As the private coach of Lord Mendel took them from the Isle harbor up to the peak of the cliffs where the manor sat, Ulia reflected on the old mariner’s words. Simon was looking out the window again. This time, however, Ulia was convinced that he didn’t do so out of boredom. He was looking. He was looking for that thing for which he hungered. Ulia looked out the window, too, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever it was that she was looking for. People working in localRowe and Hunter: Part 2
Rowe and Hunter: Part 1D’Arimio Plaza. Once upon a time, it had been a beautiful marketplace in the mighty city of Lancaster. Every kind of shop and entertainment was there to be had, much in the same way that the Arcade worked in present times. Heroes had paraded down its streets proudly, and banners and ribbons of all colors hung from the Plaza’s open windows during holidays. Like many things as ancient however, it was forgotten in its time. As Lancaster grew, new buildings were built on top of old ones. Streets were closed off and new streets built over top of them. An entire underground community of the poor, the destitute, and the sinister grew in thRowe and Hunter: Part 1
Simon Rowe 2The chapel of the Rowe Barony was open, and a curious mix of New Church and Orthodox Church architecture. Though it had no doors to the front, it always managed to be cool in the summer and warm in the winter. From his office window, Baron Kennan Rowe could see the first of the Hearthfire merrymakers enter the building, two by two. Traditionally, married couples went first, followed by young lovers, followed by good friends. In modern times, though, the minister had decided that tradition was not quite so important as the feelings of connectedness with the community – brotherhood and sisterhood betwixt all. His older sons waited for theSimon Rowe 2
Leos' Last PoemLeos’ Last PoemLeos' Last Poem
The hour of my ruin rises With the burning beams of the house of the sun Death is my lover And she lingers nearby Picking the souls from soldiers Like a mortal lover would pick flowers
The cloak of night is mine The darkness of the earth will be my crown The rain shall be my blood The chill of winter shall be my breath Even now, my enemy comes for me So even now, I go to meet them
I do not fear I have never feared for myself The end comes to us all Mine is sooner than most But my end will see many of
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~RS<3
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Lion: *holding up sign* If you are reading this sign, you are standing too close to me and will be punched in three seconds. Trois... Deux... Un... *KO-punch*
How did yours go?
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I actually had fun. A lot of fun, considering I was with my family all day. (I'm still writing that journal about my day... it's rather long.)
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"Cadwell and Associates: Doing bad things to bad people for over 20 years!"
- E Cadwell
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