Barfight Invite (Otherwise Untitled)

"thank you for your prompt reply.", her posture dropping lower in a fluid motion of retrieving the brass knuckles from her belt.

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Brazen Endeavors Part 1

Amused, the great brass dragon leaned in, baring his teeth in a wide, shining grin. the heat from his firey nature rolled over both of them with every breath.

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Brazen Endeavors part 4

The great brass dragon slumped against the wall. never before had he been drained like this. he was mighty, yes, and his arcane might was unrivaled for hundreds of miles around.

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The Vanquisher

Cradled in a vessel of brass, it was the centerpiece to a web of golden links that fanned out around the room, their ends anchored to the floor, walls, and ceiling of the cabin.

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Zion - LotNM Character Prologue (Valda Corwin)

Touching the brass ring at the base of the candle, the squirrel found herself once again in the darkness, gazing at the unfurled parchment still resting on the desk top.

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Brazen Endeavors part 6

"musta carried it in from far and wide," gnarl mused as she ran her hands over everything in reach, "far as i know, the big brass dragons don't normally eat this much.

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Chapter eight: In the end… War never changes.

When ivar grasped it, his claw was in a red brass-studded gauntlet. while he was still wondering about it, the figure changed and took the form of the demoness sitting on him.

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Ander - Chapter 8, Subchapter 9

It was so quiet he could hear his fingers brushing against the brass.

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Broadway Was Waiting For Me [Illustrated]

Celsius paused once inside, taking in the burnished brass grates and simple, 1920's-modern stylings along the walls. "excuse me, sir."

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Adventures of Man and Doe 03 – Servus Cervine

A small piece of turned brass attached to a durable alligator style clip by a couple of inches of light chain, it weighed all of six ounces.

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A Labor of Love

In its base there was no reflection, of course, hard though she looked for her own face in the brass. but she remembered, and she was infinitely glad for it.

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