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  • FIC - Coraline's Dream

    “You’re not human,” said the spider elf. “What?” said Coraline, more than a little drunk. “You’re not human,” the elf repeated. Coraline stumbled away, her head spinning from both ale and elfin revelations. She continued wandering through the …

  • Fic- Da'at's Performance

    Da'at sat in the middle of the Drunken Drake, picking at the cracks in the varnish of her table. Her euphoria from the morning had all but dissipated. She was keyed up for adventure, but was stuck in this damned town for another night. She had spent …

  • FIC - Henri & Calewich in Crosston

    "Shouldn't we be getting away from this crazed city?" asked Henri. "Crazed? This city is amazing! So much to see, to hear, to do!" exclaimed Caelwich as they walked through Crosston's market. "Indeed," Henri said sourly, thinking of Caelwich's last …

  • [Fic: Drunken Shenanagans]

    Da'at was in Hell, she was sure of it. She was wrong all of these years, and there was in fact a god (or gods) and they were _pissed_ at her for not believing. That was the only reason she could be in this much pain. She reconsidered; she had to be alive …

  • FIC - Flying True

    "Gibodo is dead," Da'at said confusedly. "He was dragged off by the Queen's Men almost three weeks ago, at Shallowvale." No, Theoren thought desperately. No, no, no... --- "You ever pin me in a role like that again, you had better give me some …

  • Fic- Night Time

    Da'at's eyes were burning from the heavy smoke that permeated the air. The wall of smoke was as dense and impenetrable as her mind was feeling. She knew she had something terribly important to do, but all she could focus on was the sharp claw of the …

  • Fic - The Will Of One

    Warm. He was warm. And peaceful. But there was something nagging at him. Something he'd forgotten. Something important, things that still needed to be done. There was pain though, and it distracted him every time he reached for that missing task. He …

  • FIC- The Devil Came Down To Shufu

    Da'at's world was preforming a very convincing imitation of Hell. There were flames, as you would expect. Lately, there was always flame about her. Her companions were most likely dead. She knew that the noble Theoren was beyond her help, having watched …

  • FIC - Suffer What There Is To Suffer

    Billy hadn't a clue what bar he was in, but familiarity breeds comfort, he guessed. The basement tavern was dark and dingy, spartan in decoration and atmosphere. It was practically Homlish in that sense. He swished the ale between his teeth, wetting …

  • Epitaph One

    _Time was running out._ His footsteps rattled through the puddles like a skipping stone. The heavy-cut walls were narrowing, and the echoes began to fade as he darted through the catacombs with practiced precision. The stench of mildew pierced his …

  • Epitaph Two

    Theoren opened his eyes, but it was dark. The smell of burning flesh was strong in the room. He was chained upright to something, and his hands and feet chafed from the bonds. He shook his wrists and heard the manacles rattle against the warm metal …

  • Fic - Any News?

    Billy awoke screaming. A shaft of moonlight split the dark air of the tent. The cricket symphony and Gorbad’s percussive snoring made it clear no sound was coming from his raw throat. He tried to sit up, eyes searching madly in the darkness for some …

  • Epitaph Three

    His breathing was hard and labored, and riding up Stable Hill left Tsubasa much the same. Mustang stroked her mane and hugged her gently between his knees. “Almost home, girl,” he whispered. The copper tang of blood filled his mouth as the black mare …

  • Fic - Poetry - In the Silent Arms of Endless Night

    Father, Destroyer, stranger in the night Glimpsed your dark-eyed face have I Your harvest nigh, thy works by oath are seeded in the world of men. Spare us this day your endless night, Hold thy breath for the moment of our lives so we might serve …

  • FIC - A Babe In Arms

    “Ah dinnae kin,” the old dwarf said tiredly. “Thes is th' safest place fur baith ay them - ye took th' a body, wa nae thes other?” The crow’s feet beneath Samuel’s wide, wet eyes deepened as the baby began to sniffle, warning that it was ready to cry. …

  • FIC - In The Silent Arms of Endless Night

    Hell was a strange place, filled to the brim with fire and hot stone. It was sparsely decorated with train tracks, overturned mine carts and the corpses of friends. There were no shadows. Billy opened his remaining eye. _Well dis is just bloody …

  • FIC - A Conversation

    A flutter of wings. “My Lord, I am returned.” _*“I can see that. The boy?”*_ A hard voice, a harsh tone. “He has lived. I have repaired his wounds and his materials.” _*“Were they grievous? His wounds?”*_ “My Lord, why—“ A moment’s …

  • Letter to Dallia

    Dallia, This is a difficult letter to write, and I should -write it taking more time- have taken more time to write it, but that's not a luxury that I have. I made a promise to you, and my word to my family is sacred to me, which is why it tears …

  • Letter to Dallia 2

    Dallia, You may be relieved to know that despite my rather ominous misgivings, I was fortuibute enough to make it back to Sultha in more or less one piece. I'm sorry for any alarm I may have caused you. I wished to err on the side of melodrama rather …

  • Letter to Marwa

    Dear Marwa Ali-Iceheart, Your dagger was found amongst the confusion at the end of the ceremony- who can say where? I wish to return it to you with my regards. It's an inauspicious start to a young couple's life together for one to be without their …

  • Eating Crow: Letter to the Matron

    Honorable Matron, I seek to beg your forgiveness for insulting you withing your own home. My impetuousness shocked even me. It wasn't until the habitual words left my mouth that I realized their implications. Although not bloodkin to Noriko, the woman …

  • Letter to Caelwich

    Dear Caelwich, It occurred to me while I was packing that the last time we saw one another may very well be the last time ever. How we parted ways has never sat right with me. If you haven't already discarded this letter, I'd like to take the time …

  • FIC - Epitaph Four

    Almost sixty years had passed, but Theoren Pfenning was riding home. Rain showered from the starless sky and fell in sheets on the Long Plains; lightning cracked like a whip across the lithe skin of velvet night, leaving a fading afterimage of …

  • Fic - Epitaph Five

    The sun at last touched the horizon, and Atsuko lay curled up with Eko on the crest of Stable Hill. Mustang lay in the grass beside them and puzzled over Noriko’s note. “There has to be more to the message than this,” he complained. He held it up …

  • FIC- You're Such an Asshole

    She woke up in the dark of night, muffling her screaming out of instinct. She turned over in the caravan bed, but then remembered Henri was no longer there to comfort her after her nightmares. “Argh...” she muttered, and had to try not to scream this …

  • Epitaph Six

    https://docs.google.com/document/d/18y68iihyRMwoACNJCH9Ppfbz9BPkf2lHJlW22WEKQFk/edit?usp=sharing Previously, on The Fallen Times: “Then perhaps you should not have given up your love so easily,” Mustang said sadly. “If you had the power to …

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