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Voici le premier chapitre. “You’re the professional?” The room smelt of cinnamon. Grace supposed that the many red drapes hanging from the creme walls were meant to relax customers, but the accusatory tone of her interviewer made them feel more like ghosts angrily glaring at her waiting for her to make a mistake. “W-well I am a veteran you see. Crusade uhh Walrider, linewoman, and, and.” Smoke wafted lazily to the roof from the myriad candles waxing softly in the dim chamber before falling covering the thick velvet carpet in an extra layer of smoke. The narrowed, scrying eyes of the interviewer already told her

They smelt no better than outside, but Darren appreciated stepping inside the decrepit buildings. He could tell they were small, salt of the earth type things when they were in their prime. It was a nice thing to think about during those moments where he struggled between windows and doors, in those moments where he had to re-enter the alley. The horn still trumpeted at seemingly random intervals and he could hear something else the closer he got, almost like distant yelling, but he couldn’t decipher it. “What in god’s name is happening?” he thought to himself as he limped between the next two houses. He went up to th

   The night came and went and soon enough the sun shone on the Lavender patch where Darren laid. His eyes bolted open the moment light touched them, instinctively he shot upright and reached for his gun, a decision he regretted instantly. A sharp pain shot rapid jolts of agony down his chest making him double over, almost falling flat on his stomach. He caught himself noticing the bolt was still thoroughly lodged in his chest. Vision swimming and in too much of a daze to remember his studies of field medicine, he wrapped his hands around the bolt and ripped it out. It was a barbaric thing, practically nothing more than a crudely wrought iron

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The sword was alien and beyond beautiful. It shone like silver in the sun and with colors more odd in the dark. A saber with an impossibly sharp blade, yet undamaged were the finely machined murals that ran down the blade to the basket hilt seemingly carved out a single chunk of onyx. That too was engraved entirely with impossibly small and strange depictions that Darren knew nothing about. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapitre un Darren was awoken by the sounds of pots an

“Why do you shake so? The Queen of Gears is a friend to all good people! I’ve only ever slain snakes and dragons, are you a dragon?” -QoG negotiating with Rusi traders. Name: Unknown Known as: Queen of Gears, or QoG (Kog) Race: R.T (ex-human) Handedness: Left hand height: 7’5 weight: 950 Lbs age: 610 MOV: 11 Gods: Fox Profession: Leader of Queensland Affluence: Wealthy Statistics Str:50 Con:100 Siz:23 Int:13 Pow:10 Dex:3 App:14 Hit points:62 Fatigue:150 Mana:0 Armor Limbs: 20 Torso: 16 Head: 7 Appearance: The Queen strikes an imposing figure at seven foot, five inches tall. The only remains of her humanit

Name: Jane Aranae Race:Succubus (wraith possessed/wendigo infected) handedness:Right hand height: 5,3 Ft weight: 125 Lbs age: undetermined (pre new world) MOV:27 Gods:non-worshiper Profession: Autarch of the Matriarchy of Jane Affluence:Wealthy STATS Str:30 Con:40 Siz:9 Int:18 Pow:20 Dex:24 App:21 Hit points:25 Fatigue:65 Mana:20 Appearance: Jane is a rather short woman of athletic build, she possesses wavy brown hair (dyed green at most times) attempts to always keep her eyes half lidded, and wears a disarming smile, using her hair and makeup to hide six extra eyes and an inhumanly large mouth. She tends to prefer Victorian styl