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Topic: Dead World |
isabella_de_mor
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Forum: The Crossroads Tavern Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 5:55 pm Subject: Dead World |
Resting....rest doesn't come to me this night. I lay staring at the ceiling replaying the events of the night . “I can keep you safe. I won't let anyone hurt you. No, no...I don’t want you dead” ... |
Topic: Dead World |
isabella_de_mor
Replies: 82
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Forum: The Crossroads Tavern Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 1:58 pm Subject: Dead World |
Candle light flicked across the room casting shadows in the corners of the room. Here I sit and watch him sleep. If you can even call it sleep. He tosses and moans more often now than anything else . ... |
Topic: Dead World |
isabella_de_mor
Replies: 82
Views: 47591
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Forum: The Crossroads Tavern Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 11:42 am Subject: Dead World |
The rain started to soak her hair as she ran barefoot through the forest floor. The mud squishing beneath her feet as the trees became a blur. That's all she did was run nowadays, but what was she run ... |
Topic: To ask for forgivness |
isabella_de_mor
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Forum: The Crossroads Tavern Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 5:33 pm Subject: To ask for forgivness |
Her body laid silent and still. Her features smooth and flawless.Her green eyes started to flutter open and she shot forward removing the lid to her coffin. A small torch was lit her eyes darted left ... |
Topic: *Posted Publicly Across Sosaria* |
isabella_de_mor
Replies: 15
Views: 7324
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Forum: The Messenger's Log Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 4:53 pm Subject: *Posted Publicly Across Sosaria* |
She walked slowly throw the rain and a poster caught her attention as the corners curled up as the wind gusted. She read over it carefully and lifted the end reading the posters underneath. She whispe ... |
Topic: Knowledge, and the painting.... |
Isabella de Mor
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Forum: The Crossroads Tavern Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 10:41 am Subject: Knowledge, and the painting.... |
I sat as I did most nights, Buried in a sea of books. Tossing one from the stack to another stack behind the chair. I must have read thousands of books, seen hundreds of paintings and sketches. I pick ... |
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