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Between the hammer and the anvil

Kayden ran a hand through his thick hair, and smoothed a bit of it behind his ear. He wasn't nearly as pompous as many nobles, and indeed didn't always feel the need to stand on ceremony. But he was going to dine with a, admittedly very attractive, patron who saw him as a potential gain for her. Seeing as he'd rather be employed than imprisoned, it did well to make at least a competent impression.

He strode into the room, and immediately he was assailed by various smells of different foods. He breathed them in, closing his eyes and he tilted his head slightly, savoring the aroma. "I haven't eaten in far too long," he said aloud. The Prince found himself seated next to Lady Dulcena, giving her a polite nod, before plopping down and anxiously awaited permission to eat. Oddly enough though, he already found a chicken leg in his hand and some beer down his throat.

He supposed he'd been in the dungeon far longer than he had thought.

Between the hammer and the anvil

@KelewenWhitehall sounds good, tbh.
Aaaand posting now

Between the hammer and the anvil

Will post tonight!

The Sunday Group

These are some good posts.

The Sunday Group

@Penny what about exploding pens?

@jasonwolf

The Sunday Group

Manny gave Madaline a polite and tactful nod when she entered the room, despite his casually unkempt appearance. He'd seen a lot of horror in his life. He might have gotten used to it (perhaps a bit too much), but he always needed to remind himself that the victims and their families had not. Still, business was business and it was time to get down to it. He sipped his morning coffee and leaned in near the fore of the group, over Ellie's shoulder, and eyeing the various images of the victim, Cassie.

He backed up nonchalantly when Ellie went to address the team, nearly bumping into Kennedy. He sidestepped, and leaned against the side wall. With his pointer and middle finger, he slipped out the small stirring straw he chewed in his mouth.

"Boyfriend seems like the most obvious suspect, but in this line of work it's never really that simple." He said, thinking aloud. "Doesn't look like any run-of-the-mill demon or apparition possession I've ever seen either, so as you said, some non-rudimentary spell seems the most likely, which means we probably have a run-of-the-mill human to deal with."

He was almost disappointed. Humans weren't his specialty, but that was mainly because he'd outgrown them. They were often too predictable and easy. Even hedge-witches and occult magic casters. Still, wouldn't hurt to do some research.

"Give me a small bit, and I can probably find some enchantments that would cause this. I think the question is what kind of magic did this, rather than who casted it. Usually if we find out the former, it's easier to deduce the latter. We'd just need to check library records or certain behaviors to see who likely candidates would be."

He was more of a researcher, and a doer, than a brainstorming kind of guy. But long years in the field fighting God condemns what had his mouth running. He also knew Ellie and the others appreciated everyone pitching in, even if it wasn't their expertise. Luckily, this was.

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

"Usually I'd disagree," Cyrdic said, leaning his forearms on the railing. The squeeze Camilla gave him caused a small smile to bloom on his face. "Most days of a soldier's life is spent marching rather than fighting. But..." He trailed off for a moment, and then chuckled. "You're right," he continued, "ever since I met you, it's all been one long conflict. Not that I mind. It's been oddly fun, actually."

Cyrdic nudged her. His muscled body next to hers, it felt like a swaying tree pressing to Camilla, though it was still playful. As the soldier gazed out into the water, watching the moon's reflection, he placed his hand on Camilla's. It was weird, her comment. Cyrdic usually thought in the now. He never really looked at the big picture unless the situation called for it. Ordinarily, it was 'take that hill!' and 'for Sigmar!' Even now to him, it was just a quiet night. Despite her hard fighting and fiery nature, Camilla had a very clever, almost melodramatic quality to the way she spoke. They were so different in a lot of ways, but that was one of the good things.

Looking over his shoulder, he saw no one was close to their side of the ship, and some had already gone to bed. His eyes then fell on Camilla, and he reached up to slip a cascading flow of her raven hair behind her ear. His other hand slipped onto her waist, in a familiar way, but in truth he was merely giving a light feel of her bruises. "How are you feeling?" He asked her.
@Penny

Warhammer Fantasy: Morrslieb Ascendant

Indubitably, my good sir.

Warhammer Fantasy: Morrslieb Ascendant

Decided to go over the top :P

Also I might just go with that Araby bandit.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

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