As Drack turned to go over to the others, Darien replied quietly to himself, "Maybe things will get better". Darien smiled, and followed behind Drack. "I...
Everything had gone fairly well until in all the excitement Nightjar had forgotten herself enough not to realise the limitations of Ivan's very human form in...
Leaning on the guard rail, the woman known as Jessica Goodfellow by some and Niamh by others, stared pensively at the sea in front of the ship which was to be...
Shaman turned at the sound of approaching feet and threw her arms around Drack. She smilled briefly at Darrien over Drack's shoulder before burying her face...
"Well this is a fine messy you've gotten yourself into....again" April sighed and crossed her arms, gazing down at the deck, which now hung above her with a...
Izzanbard flew high over the Institute, ready to travel at a seconds notice to the sea's of Archipelago, while trying with of all his abilities to feel what...
Drack could sense the ergency in shamans voice as she started to pull his hand. "Right, so how are we going to get there?" Drack asked inquisitively. ... ...
Tsren gave Drack a look of 'as if you don't know' and shook his head. He look over to Scout and a pang of worry hit him. He looked to Shaman. "Are we ready to...
On the battlements of Von Dumas' castle, looking out across the wide and peaceful expanse of his lands, Mirror was daydreaming. She was making the most of...
Shaman glanced back at him and wrinkled her nose. "Same way we got here, Leffe-husband take us safe and sound. And Scout lead us home. And then we talk real...
Scout sighed and moved briefly over to Shaman, she unknotted the scarf from around her waist and offered it to her. "Scout not stay this time, will lead back...
Shaman narrowed her eyes and carefully took the scarf from Scout's hands. "This one agree, need keep eye on Hunter. Can tell he is truth-telling when he says...
There was a long pause as Scout reflected on the words spoken, she smiled slightly but the smile soon faded. "Scout going to find last survivors of Tribe...
The belt was tightened. The wrap was adjusted. The hood was raised. The bag was slung over his shoulder. If Chance wasn't ready now, he never would be. He...
Shaman nodded slowly and then smiled brilliantly at Scout. "Goodgood, you walk safe Scout." She started to step away and then paused, as if remembering...
"Feck, feck stupid bloody monks" Twigleaf stomped out of the forest, blood streaming down his face and threw what meagre kit he had on the floor. One of the...
It was a few days later Izzanbard had flow home after a visit to Von Dumas's home in Latveria. He was in his study at the Institute on Union working hard; very...
Shaman tilted her head to one side, uncomplainingly letting her face be wiped clean. Once Twig had finished and started to move onto the next person she...
Nightjar lay comfortably on top of the roof of the Library at the Institute of Curiosities, she had managed to travel back with out further incident and with...
The cabin swayed, pitching slightly as the deck below rose and fell gently in time to some unseen force, its rolling motion soothing and lulling to the room's...
The room was spinning. Around and around it went, never stopping, never ceasing, each rotation making her more dizzy and disorientated as the bed, the walls ...
"Oi told them before to leave me place alone. Oi have an...alcove...where oi sleep and thats where I end up when I jump. Only they feckin well stacked books...
Turning she looked at the room, studying the bed and its occupant, the goblin stood as if frozen in time his hands held out in front of him as he reached for...
The Institute of Curiosities would not be aware of the terrible stress Izzanbard was under, or so he thought. For he was so absorb ed in his own emotions and...
Late into the night a man sat still working at his desk. The task of running the Port of Saints never really ended. Meetings, inspections, reports and of...
Shaman nodded slowly. "Right. Books in wrong place. K. Um, we go shout at them, that help?" She fidgeted from foot to foot. "Better that than go home. But...
Nightjar had taken to sitting and relaxing in even more out of the way places than usual, if anybody asked she'd have probably said she just felt like it,...
Mirror's feet barely touched the stairs as she ran down them. She was back, she was hurting and she was.... scared ... confused.... Oh hell, she was ...
Redvers sat in his study, listlessly doodling in his journal (which he hadn't actually updated in several months). Periods of illness and freak weather...
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