Justa King
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The world is crazy so here's a crazy idea: Let's do our best to push back against the rising tides of idiocy and be sensible again instead of surrendering to the mass of unintelligible chittering demanding our compliance.
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The Beginning
Ander crouched in his selected hiding spot. The time was almost here. He would have to be quick this time and it had to be done perfectly. His vantage point offered him a clear view of the mansion across the street. It was why he had chosen it, after all. Everything had been planned out, and the place had been cased and studied extensively. There was no room for mistakes.
By Justa King4 years ago in Fiction
Conclave of the Rose
A Knight stepped out of his hastily erected pavilion. Clad in several layers of chain mail, most of his upper body was covered and his small arms rustled around on the inside of his sleeves. His reptilian head was bared for all to see and his sleek tail trailed along behind him making it much easier to move through the mud. The armour was custom-made for him by the famous Ortuka blacksmith, Bekkta, as a gift for his ordination many years ago. Much had happened since then and only this armour remained to remind him of his past status and position among his peers. He noticed a stake set poorly and placed at a wrong angle causing the sides of the tent to sag inwards. That would have to be addressed later. He looked up as a figure moved steadily closer through the mist.
By Justa King4 years ago in Fiction
