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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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


    like the desert missed the rain; any
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    The painted queen had been gone for some time. The fall and winter season was a meager reason to have missed the kelpie woman (though rumors of her cavorting with Ivar was not a secret). Epithet deems it is time to step up in Nerine...to do something to keep the salt lands from falling into dismay.

    The mare, swathed in pale indigo with dun markings, watches how the ocean crashes into the barren cliffs. there is an anger in her eyes as she sees how the lands have suffered at the lack of attention.

    Beqanna suffered.

    Epither was a creature of old. Her blood ran through these hills and in these valleys. No ill will was directed towards Isobell but perhaps Epithet could lend her services in pursuit of recruiting followers...with their consent or against their will.


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