Previously, in Salveseized:


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1st of Granite, 296

I'm going to die. I can't really imagine this going any other way.

I can't stop thinking about my home city, The Dutiful Galley. Quaint place. Quiet place. Not too cold, not too hot. I lived next to a farm that grew plump helmets (for Ale) and it had some horses. I like horses. There was a pretty big prison there. It held ( Read more... )