Tuesday, March 10
Sibling Rivalry: Part 1 – The Shrine of Anshar
An Ansharan priestess, wearing the plain robes of her order, stood before the Gate.
“Stand before the opening,” she said imperiously.
The dwarf, the dark-kin, and the Milandisian lined up in front of it.
“Are any of you carrying an excess of blastpowder? We can store it for you, for a fee.”
Sebastian smirked. “Kham’s not with us today, so no.” [MORE]
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