Category: Havald
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Havald’s Choice
With an unceremonious yelp Havald felt every one of the twenty-four stone steps of the Eastmarch barrow. Every single one as he crashed down to the mud and snow at the bottom. “Augh! You — you rot-gutted horker!” he shouted as he drug himself up to his feet. “You can’t just kick me out!” From…
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Unexpected
“Well, well, well.” The slow, far too satisfied voice that echoed quietly across from the entrance to the burial chamber was all too familiar. Mouth full of several different lock picks, Risala sighed and rolled her eyes to the heavens before focusing back on her work. “Either you’ve upgraded to robbing better tombs, or you’ve…
Worlds of Risala 