Ganimor
Stories
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Chapters
3
Words
11.5 K
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Reading
45 m
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Even as a response began to form on Dane’s lips, his eyes flicked between each figure, and his mind flooded with enough information to fill a sizable tome. All in the space of a single long breath. The bearlike man commanded the space like he owned it, which, given the barkeep’s words, he probably did in some fashion. He was broad in the way men subjected to heavy labor broadened when well-fed. He didn’t have the sculpted, well-defined muscles of arena champions, but the more cumbersome, practical…
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11.5 K • Ongoing
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The King’s Lantern may have reeked of sour ale, stale piss, and cheap tobacco, but to Dane Rivers that just smelt like home. Having spent no small number of his younger years chugging the dregs of the worst drinking holes Solmere had to offer—and being the capital of Thandia, Solmere was in no short supply of such establishments—a strange kind of comfort descended upon him as he stepped over the tavern’s threshold. He sensed a different kind of shift in Inquisitor Kahr, however. Her shoulders…
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11.5 K • Ongoing
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Zarin negotiated the crumbling streets of the old quarter, bearing the weight of a dark deed, a broken sword, and a lantern that hadn't gone out in a thousand years. Yet its flame now flickered with uncertainty. The moment it died would be the moment the Kingdom of Thandia fell, and the rest of the world would follow closely on its heels. Being a royal inquisitor, Zarin had little desire to set foot in a city like Wardenfell, let alone its most ill-reputed establishment. But duty once again demanded…
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11.5 K • Ongoing
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