A Time of Tigers - From Peasant to Emperor
Why are the nobles good looking too, isn’t that unfair!? ("Yer just ugly..." "What did you say!?") - An annoyed peasant *** Y'know, I'm beginning to think these Yarmdon raiders and murders are real jerks! - dead villager *** If being special means monsters like being around me, then I don’t want to be special!! - a terrified youth
Order in Short Time - Part 1
"This man is one that I recognize," Lord Blackwell said, standing to grasp Oliver's hand.
"Oh?" The High King said, his smile fading, as his eyes laid on the pin of the owl on Oliver's chest.
"I am Oliver Patrick," Oliver said, bending at the waist to bow – he refused to kneel. "I have heard my Lord's plea for soldiers, and I have come to serve."
"…Oliver Patrick?" The High King's look of disgust was not a faked one. Even an ardent believer of the High King could not fail to see that he held no love for the youth in front of him. His face contorted, as he struggled to summon back that idiotic smile that he had so frequently used, but even to that end, he was failing.