I'd be down for reviving...if anyone wanted too. Although my life is super hectic right now so can't promise I would be able to post much but I was really into this storyline.
Amma raised her eyebrows at the approach of the elf, sliding her book shut. She eyed the two card-dealers, interested to see how they would react to the statement. She wrapped her hand around the mug of mead set before her but didn't take a sip. Her fingers played with the undecorated wooden...
Amma's lip curled in distaste as she watched the elf's eyes rake over the woman offering the card. She shook her head quickly and looked back down at her book. "I'll pass." She said, bluntly. She had no wish to squander money on a meaningless game, especially money that could be used to purchase...
Amma gave her horse to the stablehand and followed Val and Abel quietly into the inn, taking a seat behind them. She was becoming quite exhausted from all the socializing, but she had nowhere else to go and nothing else to do. She smiled bemusedly as she watched Val awkwardly attempt to explain...
I think that hypothetically right now you could have your orc come back to life, since my riders aren't ready to actually start tracking people down. @Salsacookies @stargazer -- I was thinking that the riders would be responsible for essentially delivering the spirits of the dead to your guy's...
Amma swung herself up onto her horse, grasping the reins firmly in her hands. She smiled as she watched Abel snuggle into Val's shoulder, holding back a chuckle. The more she got to know Abel, the more she liked their playful and innocent demeanor.
The three dragons, along with Luira's wraithlike form, suddenly disappeared from Raxis' islands. They reappeared soundlessly in a far corner of the world, still untouched by the other immortals. The goddess turned to her new beasts.
"I shall form for you riders, forged from the fabric of time...
Another horse appeared, this time coming from the opposite direction, following the dirt path that lead to where the small group was standing. It came to a halt, and the rider gracefully dismounted, the hood of her cloak falling from her head to reveal a freckled face with high cheekbones, and...
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