

Short StoryThe curved throwing blade sank into the wooden post three inches left of the red X painted at the center. Gouges from previous attempts marred the post, none closer than a few inches away from the target. Daldain sighed and pulled the blade from the wood before retreating back a few steps and narrowing his eyes, preparing for another throw. He had only used thrown weapons once, long ago when he first began training. Even as the blade flew from his fingertips, his mind wandered back to those days, breathing new life into the faded memories...Short Story
Daldain! Nallyna called just as the rogue tossed another lightweight
Aren't you, like, that dude that ~Selanne knows or something?
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Im the Terror that lives in your bathtub
The dude with the heart surgery, or something?
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Im the Terror that lives in your bathtub
You're the dude Sarah was like, so depressed about for a while?
Like, all she would talk about would be how your surgery would be going, what are your chances, and things
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Im the Terror that lives in your bathtub
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