He looked up at Bel sitting before him with wide fearful eyes as if an apology and let the dagger fall into the sand between them, trying to catch his racing breath. “We have too-have to help-They need us…” 🪑 @sera-was-never.bsky.social 

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the demons under grey warrden control flashed in his mind and he swore the sound of their cries echoed even now from the fortress, purposes forced into bodies that stretched energy thin. When he returned to the here and now his fingers were around his daggers and shook.  

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energy all around him bearable, but only just. Talking helped more and his voice mummbled into the desert night, putting down his food“They are determined but afraid. Many will be hurt, die-I have to, have to help them, the ones put on leashes  made of blood. They…never wanted-“ visions of 

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𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐴𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠, 9:42 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 Cole looked down at the stew spooned into his bowl, his stomach growling. “It is good. Thank you.” He tried his best to smile at the soldier acting as the cook, going to sit down near the fire. Focusing on the warmth of the bowl made the nervous

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down the swirling blackness that lurked there, the same horrible presence that have been haunting the dreams of their group for months now. It floated like a wave of shadow and formed into the face of a laughing templar before fading away… 

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