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A Friends Request

It has been weeks since Keira last saw any other human being. There was a spy out there that she had to catch for a friend. “Do not let anyone else catch him.” He said. “For neither good nor evil must know of what he knows.” Yet he has not given any description of your target. “Once you see him, you’ll know it is him.” Was all that he described of him before he rode away in a hurry. She headed south and started searching, first by the northern ponds, then following the creeks south into the man-made marshes. Magic and artillery turned a once lush land into an inhospitable land, dividing the two realms. It was the third week, with her rations running low, when she saw a sleek, almost starved, pale-skinned creature ahead of her. It hunched down over a creek with its knees almost reaching its ears, while it patiently stared at the water below. Quickly, she checked the wind and her surroundings, searching for a spot to lay low and observe. She found some shrubbery nearby to hide behind, gi...
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A Royal Kidnapping

 "Triss and I will be attending the ball." Oliver points at you and himself, while he tries to hide his nervousness. "At the same time Graig and Cyal will wait underneath the coat room windows, which I will open to let them in." Oliver continues explaining to the attending group. "In the meanwhile, Triss will continue to charm the king. With the goal to get him away from his guards. Which will work except for his five closest friends" Oliver pauses and checks if Cyal and Graig followed him. "We all know that Triss is a very skilful fighter, but she cannot take them on, on her own, she must focus on the king. This is why we must take care of them. Triss will knock out the King and lower him down from the windows where Duran is waiting with a horse carriage. You two will be out of the city before they know that the King is missing." Oliver finishes and gives you a shy smile. "While you race out into the countryside, you will give Gramp the sig...
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In Search of Colours

“A frog’s eye, the claw of a still living tiger, the femur bone of your enemy.” The raspy voice said, “See, I told you it would be useful to keep his corpse.” The old wizard looked up from his book and stared at the small goblin at the other end of the dark room. “The hair of a virgin and the heart of a pet. Gnarl, go and fetch me one of those canaries. And don’t forget the treats!”, he barked out the order while he gathered the other ingredients. “With this spell, I will finally be the most powerful. All will bow before me.” He talked to himself as he rummaged through the blacked shelf. As he returned to the desk the door slammed open. A burly creature with its belly poking out from under its armour stands in the doorway. “Sir, uhm. Them are coming!” he says stepping from one foot to the other. “Who is coming? Boron, you must be more precise! Who is coming?” the wizard said annoyed as he picked up the ingredients and threw them into the pot. “Them ‘eros. Them about to enter the gravey...
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Bleak Mountains

  He jerked up from his sleep, franticly rubbing his face and arms as if to get rid of something. But he did not remember what he dreamt. Slowly his eyes adjusted to the world around him, a small clearing surrounded by pine trees and wild shrubbery reached out into the clearing. The smell of a fresh stew reached him, and he saw his friend crouching beside a small fire with a small iron pot. They looked at each other and smiled. Together they enjoyed breakfast, his friend passed him a cup of nettle tea. Yet they said little. Both knew what they had to get done today. He looked up above the pines towards the looming mountains that surrounded them, their peaks not white but black and bleak. As they stepped back into the forest the light seemed to go out, even though it was just morning it was a perpetual twilight in the forest, and as soon as the two of them entered his friend started talking about the unnaturalness of it all, they have seen no animal for days, even the insects we...
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Dark Forrest

Let me take you into the dark forests. The people claim that the forests are not evil, nor do they do any harm. Yet traveller be weary, once you enter them, you will not return! Their trees grow proud and wide and far apart. Yet their canopies swallow even the brightest of lights. The deepest cave is more welcoming of life. The locals come and go as they please, they say. As if they know the safe paths, but you cannot see any going in or out. Just standing at the edge of them you hear the tree crackling as if they are moving, ghosts screaming and mocking you, you hear the hollow clattering of bones of the lost souls. Stepping inside the forests instantly transports you into another world. Moss hangs from the branches and the little light that shines through the canopy beams down in the tiniest shafts dancing across the floor as the wind plays with the leaves in the sun. Yet the same wind chills your bones even through the thickest clothing. Quiet at first, then louder there is laughing...
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Weird Tunnels

The three adventurers looked at each other before entering the weird looking cave. Almost perfectly circular, not even an even ground to walk on. For the past few weeks something has been pestering the local village and the three of them were asked to check it out. Not wanting to pass their first chance at adventuring they agreed and set out, without asking many questions. All that they knew is what George learned while getting pissed again in the tavern. The farmers told them that some fields are losing some crop, while others were completely ploughed over. One farmer even claimed that his dog vanished during a very rough night with a lot of earthquakes, but most just assumed it just ran away from him. All three of them now looked at each other, none making any gesture to move. Then Silvya just shrugged her shoulders and stepped in, followed by Borval and then George. Stepping through the entrance only the sunlight lit their way, yet it got not too far into the tunnel, so they lit som...
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Should I know?

I know I am late already, I will post the other text as usually. No excuses other than my mind being not where it should have been. What would I give to know more? To know what others, think and others do. Is there something I should stop doing? Is there something I should keep doing? Is there something I stopped doing, but should pick up again? What would I give to have a little spy that tells me more. This or similar I imagine that the spying started. Wanting to know more than one should. Maybe there was once someone that was good at learning information and sell it off for profit. Sure, it might almost certainly Started with gossip. But it evolved from there. To snitches and then finally to the spies we know of today. Embedded in organisations, gathering intel and betraying it to the superiors, who do who knows what with it. But I sometimes would like to know what people think of me. If I should or should not have done things. It would help me being better and improving. But are the...
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