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Redlox M’wintir called a halt, sniffed the air, and poked at the ground with his stick. The M’wintir pixies had been wandering the plains of Nout for nearly a quartermoon now, searching for a safe resting place. 1,803 more words

I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaack...

The long hiatus is over, it seems! I haven’t been idle, not by a long shot! Projects are out to be considered, new ones are in the works.   92 more words