Yo, don’t know if anyone’s still around here anymore but I might as well put this out there for the lurkers. I’m not gonna be taking this site seriously no more, and by that I mean I WAS making a lotta stuff on this sit...

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I highly suggest using proxy for this one

Fe...

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...But, as fate would have it, not all of Lord Night’s new “subjec...

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When the nightwing had been finally, finally broken out of his sto...

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You stay seated at the table, but this time, there is no file. Instead, ...

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A dirty, stained file is revealed on your side of the table. There seemed to be dirt and grime on every surface and page no matter wher...

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A dirty, secretive file approaches your end of the table. It seems to have experienced little upkeep even on its youthful surface....

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A meager, standard issue file slips over to your end of the table. The cover has a gritty film of dust on it.

“So you’re loo...

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A decorated, gold gilded file is planted onto your end of the table. It seems to have had attentive care.

“Cholla, or should...

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A modest file sits before you, one with natural materials and decorative wooden framing.

“Ah, yes, the Holy Mud Monks. Proba...

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A meek, unassuming file slinks to your end of the table. Despite its simplicity, you feel uncharacteristic interest in it...

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A meager file blows to your edge of the table. its cover is torn, probably due to misuse.

“Just...

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A sinister, scratched file skids over to your side of the table. A large “WANTED” stamp indents the surface.

“Not really the...

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A weathered, blank file is placed before you, on your side of the table. The name has been visibly scratched off.

“Well. Thi...

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An old, worn, and forgotten file slides across the table to you. A few swipes of the spiderwebs are needed to open it.

“Bana...

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A modest, clean file slips over to your side of the table, lit by the warm glow if a lantern.

“Dandelion huh? Not my first c...

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A gold inlaid file is handed over to your side of the table, its size hefty and impressive as it rattles the wooden surface a bit....

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A thin, practically empty file glides to your side of the table, nothing but messy sketches inside.

“Yeah uh, sorry. You’re ...

A gleaming, silver brooch drops onto your side of the table with a solid thud, its metallic sheen glowing in the darkness with a rebellious light. It...

A single, talon sized ice sculpture of an icewing sits before you, its stance frozen in a regal sit, head held low in curt modesty. The detail is breathtaking, a product of undoubtably ho...

The ripples of the imagined floor shimmer like an ethereal sheen of water, disturbed by the movement of something alien, yet undeniably familiar. Amid...

A thin, woodblock-printed parchment ripples in the imagined wind, only held in place by a single steel nail. Of course, the nail was affixed to no...

A worn lockbox slides over to your end of the table, a small lantern flickering with fireflies illuminating the painted and chipped metal exterior. ...

This is meant to take place in the time of book 1, when the war of sandwing succession is underway. (Dragonets of destiny not included)

You know the deal

Talk smack about it if you want, I might fix it if my...

A fancy, spotless letter is presented on your end of the table. The royal seal’s mark is skillfully crafted, before the otherworldly talon stabs it ...