Sunday, November 11
Hand of the Master - Part 4a: Blade and Scythe
It appeared that they were still in the Corlathian Mountains, though they were outside in a secluded rocky gorge. The narrow path before them opened into a natural clearing amidst the jagged peaks, just large enough to hold a small Reaver camp. Their tents were visible, and every so often they could catch a glimpse of one walking to and fro.
Bijoux clasped her claws over her ears and closed her eyes.
“What…?” asked Vlad. Then he heard it too. Screams. [MORE]
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