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Sword clashed against sword as Chanticleer Reich and Dezera Blackwell fought outside of her north of Vesper home. With the Blade of the Fist and Shield of Invulnerability in hand, he blocked her attac ...

The next day, Chanticleer returned to the Ironwood Inn of Vesper, only to find Dezera Blackwell ready and waiting for him there. For some reason, the sight of this dark-haired, hazel-eyed temptress wa ...

"I wish my bank box. Now," Chanticleer demanded as he marched towards the front counter of the Mint of Vesper, and possessed of a mood that was far from pleasant. Since departing the Ironwoo ...

"Don't presume. Anything of me," Chanticleer scolded the dark haired, hazel eyed woman as they bickered inside of her room at the Ironwood Inn of Vesper. They had only just arrived, and yet ...

"I'm going to release you both now," spoke Renthar, as he held the key to their prison cell in his hand. "Please behave." Then he unlocked the door and took a step back.

"I ...

When Chanticleer awoke for a second time, he was still trapped inside of that prison cell with the mysterious, dark-haired woman. For the next few minutes, he ignored both her presence and her words, ...

Too weak to reach for the bowl of water, the dark haired woman decided to quench his thirst by cupping its contents in her hands and bringing it directly to his lips. At first, it was painful for Chan ...

"I shall slay this demon," the warrior Chanticleer announced confidently. "The girl Celestia. If she was capable. So am I." Then, armed with sword and shield, he stepped forward.
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"This evil. Of which you speak. Elaborate!" Chanticleer impatiently demanded, after listening to the incoherent ramblings of the Baratarian for nearly ten minutes.

"Elaborate," ...

There had been little progress in Chanticleer's quest for the Baratarian since Vesper, but the weeks had not been without significance. The young warrior had returned to Ashencrosse in order to honor ...

It was hours after dawn's first light, when they entered the Vesper cemetery together. Opposed to the possibility of conceding any amount of satisfaction to his uncle, Chanticleer struggled to refrain ...

"A young man learned of a prophecy from his now deceased friends," Erollisi began her summary of what they had learned in Serpent's Hold from the fat man that called himself Bottoms. "T ...

The small ship's voyage to Serpent's Hold was pleasant and uneventful, yet slow in passing. Erollisi even proved to be a tolerable traveling companion. For the most part. Encountering Chanticleer in V ...

"We've met," Chanticleer advised as his uncle introduced the woman that accompanied him. The young warrior was already familiar with Erollisi; although like all he encountered, he had not bo ...

The journey from Britain had seemed an eternity. Chanticleer had considered travel by sea, but he did not possess the composure to negotiate a ship's fare or the tolerance to spend time in the presenc ...