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“Burn my home? Then I will torch everything you know..”

He had been right. A warm bath, a lover’s arms, a full belly, the comfort of family and a delectable soreness between the thighs had been the perfect remedy for her distress over Amnoon, worried sick about the people she knew and her Shadows partner. It still rested in her mind, the concern, but it was less exhausting now, somehow- and she had Ed to thank for that. Yet again she wondered how she had ever gotten so lucky as Him, but she knew better than to poke holes in something so wonderful, especially with all the strife in her life. He was Hers, and She was His- and she felt….safe, loved. That was enough.

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There was silence. Some might mistake this meaning for the ringing of ears when all else was quiet, but in Edward’s mind, it was the opposite. It was the complete absence of sound. Not his daughter playing in the distance, nor the tranquil sound of running water could pierce the veil he had draped about himself in this moment of contemplation. Magical energies moved about his core in raging torrents that before he had only noted as gentle streams. Time in self imposed exile had done him wonders for his studies. More important, time away from the distractions that came in social circles that he ran with. When his body began to uncurl from it’s meditative position, the sounds of the natural order came back to him. At first, above all it was Madilyn’s laughter as she chased insects in the field under the watchful eye of her grandmother, and Nala. All else came after. The distant pang of a blacksmiths work, the laughter of passing persons, all the rest of what Divinity’s Reach had within it’s walls flooded his senses once permitted to do so once again. With the the settlement under constant harassment from the Hrathi, he had deemed it wise to move a home in the Reach where he would not question their safety during this time of transition and training. The Butcher pushed slowly to his feet, limbs absent the normal tingle one might feel when sitting as he had been for some time. He’d learned much about his abilities and the ways of the Firebrand, but this new found control over his body had been an eye opening experience. It had placed his existence in perspective. “Soon..” He muttered to himself, fingers waggling independently of each other as a tiny spark of flame weaved it’s way through them, only for his fist to clinch and extinguish it. “Very, very soon.”

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“A vision without action is merely a dream.”

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Edward at last nights ball

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The Battle for the Refuge

Edward stumbled back, the contact of the large stone enough to send his armored frame skidding across the ground a few feet before the force fell away. “Which was is standing..” Clearly, it had knocked something loose in his brain for a moment, and it took the butt of his hammer to act like a staff for him to get back up. The Champion that had flung the boulder looked towards the group of combatants that had been dealing with the first one as a group.

“No you fuckin’ don’t..” At that moment, a sigil cast on him by Boreas Strathorne sent a surge of fury through his system. The azure flame of guardian burst from his hands, racing up his arms to catch at the shoulders and course over his body uncontrolled. Edward leapt into the air a great distance away, clearly too far to where he would not of made it, but a well timed Judges Intervention caused his body to flash from existence, instantly reappearing within range and bringing the hammer down. While only a glancing blow, it was enough to knock the large creature off balance, letting the thud that trembled the platform be his signal to whirl, and bring the hammer in an arc over the fallen Champion’s body once to gain speed, then come down hard upon it’s skull to the tune of a sickening crunch. No undeath would course through that body again, and Edward in his fury slammed both fists into his chest plate like some primal beast, letting a snarl sound from his lips. Azure embers sparked from his breast plate before his attention turned to the third of the four champions rising slowly as if he was going to truly do something. In Ed’s fury, there was little chance of this. It only took two hop steps, but Edward whirled a second time, spinning to the point where his feet would plant, and his hips would swing with intense follow through. Perhaps Edward’s speed, or intensity had caught the creature off guard, but either way, the force in which Edward contacted with that hammer was enough to send the champion right off his feet, and soaring off the cliff. Shout out to @iamkuryakin on a job well done. Thanks for letting Ed go ham. Also..natural 20′s are fuckin’ dope to roll.

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