The Pale Ones
“I have heard of you, Seer-of-the-Ways,” I say. The warriors of the tribe stand behind me, and I feel their tension. It is as hard and bright as the wasteland…
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“I have heard of you, Seer-of-the-Ways,” I say. The warriors of the tribe stand behind me, and I feel their tension. It is as hard and bright as the wasteland…
“There are some who say the House was built upon grounds given to us by the Faerie, using the wood of trees that never graced the mortal world. This is true…
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You glance through the bars. You prepare yourself for something grand enough to be worthy of The House, and expect a lavishly, glass-wrapped eden that would…
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