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Icewind Dale: A Cold Storm Prologue: Legends of Icewind Dale My name is Jovan Goldmarsh. I am a half sun elf, half wood elf hailing from the High Forest, and I have been an adventurer for nearly two centuries. I still have not seen everything Faerun has to offer me, and that is what I loved about adventuring- there's no shortage of brand new experiences. When I was but a child, sheltered by my parents and older siblings, I somehow instinctively knew that the world outside the High Forest is much bigger, filled with many interesting creatures both beautiful and repulsive, friendly and hostile. When I grew older, a friend of my father, who is

~Sasuke~ A month had passes since D-day. Sakura had insisted on going to the fight after we finished with Orochimaru, even though I told her she needed medical help, that she wasn’t in condition, and as much as I hated to admit, I wasn’t in condition either. Even when I’d insisted that the pill couldn’t compare to the real assistance they could give you in a hospital; she was as stubborn as always, and she hadn’t left me any other choice but to follow her. The first thing we did was inform about Orochimaru’s death to the Konoha Anbus, who immediately proceeded on investigating the body. The battlefield had

Hope and Devotion Chapter One Ashe sighed, the seamstress her family had hired to sew her wedding gown, had insisted that she needed another "final fitting." This must have been the third time this week, and the tenth since the gown had arrived at the palace. The seamstress was now taking in a few fractions of a centimeter along her hips, where the fabric did not cling "properly" too her hips. Ashe herself had hardly noticed any changed since the second fitting, but complied when she had noticed something off in her gown. It was quite tiresome really, her ladies-in-waiting where too becoming quite annoyed with the dress situation as well. H

She heard the tidal sound of his breath, and imagined she could hear the steady, mournful beat of his heart. Was he as aware of her? She wondered. She didn't say a thing, and in that moment she wondered what good language was anyway, when it couldn't possibly convey the depth of emotions she was feeling now. Her hands went to his face, and she closed her eyes when her palms closed over his jaw. She jumped when his hands shot up to cover hers, pressing them hard against his face. "Sakura," he groaned, reaching for her waist, nearly spanning it with his hands, so that the length of his body brushed against her. He rested his chin against her f