The Third String.
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Tales from a Dagda Bard
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The Third String.
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Tales from a Dagda Bard
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31/12/2018 0 Comments Where no Sides ExistThe warband was tired and drained from their fruitless efforts. Long they had stayed away from settlements and security, roving the wilds as was their chieftain's orders. A series of raids all along the border was what he had demanded and it was what they had delivered, but all for little or no gain. Reprisal, revenge, justice. These were the words used to give reason to this endeavour. As they did onto us, so shall we do onto them tenfold. At least those were the Chieftain's words as they set out on this trek.
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3/12/2018 0 Comments Its a Kind of Magic.He lay there in the blackness, listening to the slow rise and fall of his breath. He knew his eyes were open but no light had yet reached the inside of his Rath. His sleep had been solid and restful. Yet awareness, being the gift that it was, had roused him to a subtle intent which may yet come to pass this day. With a hefty sigh he rose, big legs lifting his heavy muscular frame upright from his bed. Stepping naked out into the darkness a cool breeze dimpled his skin as the scents of the night filled his nostrils. |
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