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Chelsea's research diary

" Our Rediance came here again, I'm so grateful she let us, mere mortals, be witnesses of this step further to a new tomorrow, she even let us monitor them, I'm so excited ! I felt like I could explode or jump in her arms also Her body looks so delicate and angelical,I can't believe that she is actually like I imagined ,well not entirely,she is soo more pale than I've thought or seen and she Is definetely taller ,I felt so safe around ,she looks like she could be a estimated and detailed porcelain doll.. And to think she is actually able to protect us all make me shiver ,THIS IS SO COOL but she made us promise that any interference we would willingly accept death penitence or worst, that surely is understandable, is the cost for knowing way more, I made them promise ,after all, this is a golden opportunity we cant let slide

Our goddess finally decided to start and even let us help prepare, she said she need few subjects, the youngest we could find around,the better and also priorize outsiders and criminal ones, I wonder why not let our people get involved and maybe even get stronger but she just Shook her head on no,she said that it could costs the health of some and think about harming our family would be horrendous, how many would take till it worked, she was already considering the best options even with age, she said that outsiders wouldn't weight on the ppl hearts and if it worked then it was because they were blessed and found their real place and family, it was a chance to find one of those lost souls without purposes,she is so noble and thoughtful to think so ,I just agreed and she even smiled at me after that, my heart felt warm with her smile and eyes on me and now, with curiosity and interested on the project ,what could be this expansion plan? "

- Research Diary of Chelsea Wellighton, Era talassa, 20xx

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FROG IS FOR AFFECTION UWUWUWUUWUWUWUUWU just small thing of this cuties ,while trying coloring and doing effects with new pens ;v;  Henry belongs to me Clio belongs to @melodicmellow <3

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Delusions of Grandeur; Series 1: Dreams of Glory (part 2)

Chapter 1: Unwanted Quest

Greathelm Castle, 30 miles southwest of the H.D.T.; 10,506/34/4, midday

“Why is there a dead body on my table?” the large black-furred mastiff spoke around the mutton in his mouth as he put the rest back on his plate.

“Sir, it’s the dragons again. While the larger ones still can’t get closer than The Grand Divide, smaller ones, about the size of horses, have been infiltrating cities close to the castle.” The messenger, a lanky greyhound, had just come in beside a more athletic counterpart who had carried in the freshly deceased corpse of one of the King’s Most elite knight-paladins.

“They’re sending their young as spies and assassins? Deplorable! Have the rest the Golden Boys returned with news from frontier?”

“That’s just it sir. This is the only one whose body we’ve found.”

The mastiff sighed, “At least you brought it to me. Better than making me get up and go get it. Are we sure the others are still missing?”

The messenger held his hands cupped in front of his face as a small shifting light emanated from them. After a second-and-a-half, he looked back up. “Just found another! Alive!”

“Who? Where?”

“Melina Whitesmith. Rivertown.”

“That’s just this side The Grand Divide; it should be safe to go get her.”

“Right away.”

As the two guests turned to leave, the mastiff spoke up again, “I coming.” He struggled trying to stand up, his articulated stone leg making a faint grinding sound that sputtered almost imperceptivity when it seizes for split second.

“But I thought––”

“This is going to need my attention.”

“Of course, sir. That actually does make more sense.”

The Lyquor Hydrant, West Endies Ct., Woodsveil, 100 miles southeast from the rest of civilization; 10,506/34/4, sunset

Al licked his nose as he walked in. The aging golden lab was more exhausted than nervous, the bags under his eyes and the drop of drool that fell to the floor under him gave that way, but he needed something to help him unwind. Enough alcohol always put him to sleep. The only problem was that it was taking more and more to reach “enough”.

He sat down at our usual table, between me and the wolfhound across from me, still wearing the dark green cloak and thick brown leathers that made up the bulk of her hunting wear. Why she insisted on such high-grade equipment for a hobby always baffled me.

She spoke up. “Ran ragged by the grandpups again?”

“Uuuuhhhh….”

“You’re that worn out, huh?” I added.

“Uhh….” Al responded.

“Well Al, wha––”

“Quit calling me that!” he shot straight into an upright position, baring his teeth at me. Weird. He almost never looks me directly into face. Most don’t. They find it too unsettling. Most of the time. “I keep telling you: ‘I want nothing to do with my family line.’!”

“Your personal name also starts with ‘A’ ‘L’!”

Al relaxes and looks down at the table edge. “Sorry I snapped. I need a beer.”

The wolfhound quirks her head to one side, “What is his family name?”

“Don’t, Handa!”

She huffs in disappointment and begrudgingly changes the subject, “So, what have the ankle-biters been doing to you this time?”

“Turning my fur grey, as usual.”

“Like you needed help with that.” Al glared at me for that quip. Never had been one for my humor. “But seriously, would you really change any of this?”

Al smiled. “It’s not that terrible. Just tiring.”

Handa spoke, “You do not need beer, you need exercise.” Handa holds up her left bicep and gives it a pat. “Keep up your strength.”

“I get enough of a workout from the grandpups.”

“He’s got point.” I agreed, then added, “Too much exercise can kill you.”

The barmaid approached us right then to take our orders. We got our usuals: Al got a pint of the local beer; Handa, the eternal sober she is, got some fresh water; while I didn’t get anything. One of the benefits of being an artificial construct is not needing to eat, drink, sleep, or breathe. After that first round, a trio of the king’s men, in full plate armor (complete with helmets (why?)), made an entrance, and after scanning the room, made a bee line for our table.

“Sir Alzric Alzumar-Rues, Knight of the Sixth Circle, Third-Class. You are hereby summoned by the governor for important matters of state.”

Al was not happy. “Retired knight. Tell the governor that he’s overestimating my prestige.”

“This is also a matter of personal importance to you.”

“How so?”

“You were once squire to Sir Melina Whitesmith of King Thrait’s Golden Boys, were you not?”

Al straighten (and sobered) up at that. “Yes. Why?”

“It’s best if you come see for yourself.”

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Ree uwu

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Havana pag 5

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Rafael  “A lingering fear and constant feeling “

An eye in the past he keeps to remind him of all the things he fears and miss an eye looking to the moment now worried because he lives to search ways to fix things ,peacebut somehow he still have nowhere to go  one in the future full of hope and fear because he either meet his fate with a rope or perhaps he will find his happy ending,really near 

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Havana,intro

pag 1

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Havana - page 4

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Havana pag 3 UWU THE B A B Y  this page was only possible to be posted now cause the help of my friend @crystaliusangel 

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Lydia Summers

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THIS PAGE LOOKS TRASH but i love it and is kinda important so -GUILTY PLEASURE I GUESS XD   Sepia with a bit of color like red cuz it look nice tho XD  lineart by me  painting @crystaliusangel  As letras podem ser amigas..

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Havana page 2

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YCARO THE PMA BOI  act 1:1:2 characters ,story,lineart and WV belongs to @windhuntress Painting by @crystaliusangel <3<3

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AIJIDJSFOISJA  page 1,MAH BOI YCARO 

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ACT 1- CHAPTER I -found 

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The merciless one

Never try seek things ,in places you shouldn't be ,they could see you too

The one that meet injustice ,insist assist those ancestor rites bug secretly its own crime committed still existing

It respect the old tribes

The old myths wouldn't pity you

The unaware ones that would try fall through the curiosity hole will meet a terrible fate by hands that are so cold

As you go down the route ,the merciless king will make you hold down to your roots