Rings of Honor

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Were you listening to me? I couldn't care less if this goes on until the end of fucking time. It's my friends who are being affected by it. Consistently. That was said for the benefit of the people who keep reading this shit and being called out constantly, over and over again. But seriously, gimme ...

Can we just like... stop? Does anyone else REALLY need to throw their fucking hat in the ring here? Like, yes. That will totally achieve something beyond pissing the other side off and making this snowball roll further and fucking further. There is nothing positive or worthwhile to be gained by cont...

Hey. So, I don't usually post on threads like this, because I tend to stay out of this drama bullshit as much as I can. But I honestly have had enough, and this is the best place to put my thoughts. I would very much like this thread to be closed as soon as possible, for one thing. It has caused thr...

As he rode through the forest, he felt the light of the waning sun against his face, illuminating the path ahead of him in gold and orange. His horse powered onwards as his mind raced. Voices, flicking in and out of his head. "You can't change what's done, you can only move on..." ".....

It had taken them a few hours to ride in from the desert, and that had Federov worried. Azriella's words echoed in his head, as though bouncing off the inside of his skull and jarring his brain. "God only knows what Featherston has done to Morgan by now." He was once again sat atop Langsto...

The white stallion's hooves kicked up a thick cloud of red dust behind it as it galloped at breakneck speed through the desert. The old man atop it gripped the reins tightly, knuckles white against them as they emerged onto that familiar flat stretch of desert rock. Heatwaves rippled on the flat hor...

Mathian was not terribly busy these days other than settling into his old ways of courtly life at his mentor's estate with Sylista. Keeping her safe from the madness that was Rhydin City. While the courts were a different sort of madness, both of them were safe under Giovanni's roof. Far more than ...

"Don't drop that chest!" Came a call from the small acrobat across the gangplank of a rather large wooden sailing vessel as two men lugged things aboard. He waved them toward his quarters, and started down the plank to set foot on land. Not much longer, now. His hands went to his hips as ...

Well one attraction that was always going to be present at this party was the Old Man. He had actually made an effort tonight for once. The "no pants" rule could go fuck itself, however. https://i.redd.it/5og7nirioer41.jpg Kayla had refused to accompany him, for pretty obvious reasons... a...

The old man was battling with himself to keep his composure. "Come on now. Keep it together. Seeing you cry won't do the boy any good." He let the kid cry into his shoulder, thankful he couldn't see his face. A few deep, shuddering breaths escaped him. He held him close, just letting that ...

There it was. He had said it. He knew Morgan was about to cry before it happened. He held him in close, a hand coming up to gently stroke his hair. He closed his eyes, as though trying to force tears back in. He didn't want to let the boy see him cry. Not properly, at least. Voice shaking a little, ...

He looked at the boy incredulously, shaking his head. If anything, he just looked... disappointed. But he understood. He really did. But still, this came as a shock. He tried to stammer out an explanation. "I... No, kid, just... No. I don't want that from you. Really." When he saw the kid ...

He sat there for a moment, his brow furrowing as he leaned back a little more. Gently, his hand came up to take Morgan's off of his jacket. Well then. Better treat this with some caution. He shuffled backwards, trying to just... get the kid off of him without being obvious about it. "I don't se...

He looked at him, tears once again brimming in his eyes as he looked away. He spoke quietly, closing his eyes and resting his elbows on his knees. "What exactly are you tryna accomplish, kid? I mean, what... point are you making?" A pause. "Cause... I..." He sighed, feeling like ...

Old man. Well, he was drunk and all that, but he was still being a prick. Yeah, he really sounded like someone who was sorry. Federov took a few steps forward, right past him as if he wasn't there, and sat back up where he was in the first place, re-lighting his cigar. "You're talkin' complete ...