Tag Archives: Ankh-Morpork

Biscuits and Tea

Ruff slips into the shop, his hands in his pockets, his air of innocence matching the expression on his face. No cap covers that ruffled hair, and no amount of clothing covers the grubbiness as he browses around the place. … Continue reading

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Cat can look at a king..

The courtyard of the Assassins’ Guild Ruff is leaning against the wall, his hands in the pockets of his very scruffy trousers, his ankles crossed on the ancient boots, and watching the world go by.  The world, being at this … Continue reading

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Dinner and conversation

Some log missing here, to follow Georgina smiles, her eyes warming, and she gives the waiter a smile of thanks before turning her attention back to him.  “Now see, as a sister myself I disagree.  We are utterly wonderful, and … Continue reading

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You’re Family!

Alaia comes skipping down the marble staircase of her home lost in her own thoughts. She sees a maid about to go upstairs and gives her instructions. “I’m telling you for the last time, Polly, please don’t wash my lace … Continue reading

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Male Bonding + An Upstart

Sir Andrew d’Ackerley says: Nice office. Sir Andrew d’Ackerley says: Although, you really should put something on that wall. Raleigh Montague looks around. “Thanks. Actually there was something on that wall when I inherited it.” Raleigh Montague says: A head. … Continue reading

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An Assassin and a Vampire

(This log predates the Pits.) Raleigh Montague says to Daimon: Oh hey. Raleigh Montague looks surprised. “For a second I thought I was home.” Daimon says with an Uberwaldean accent: Naw, I were kind of hoping to run into you … Continue reading

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Have I changed all that much?

Five years ago: Sir Andrew d’Ackerley closes the door behind him and proceeds to hang his coat on the coat hanger, pulling off his gloves as well. He looks pale and tired. Narrowed almond-shaped eyes watch you from the darkness. … Continue reading

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A Note of Thanks

<d’Ackerley crest> From the desk of Countess Briarwyld, Endless Park Dear Miss Sivat, I was pleasantly surprised to receive your gift in the mail, along with your very thoughtful note. The skirt is indeed delightful, and I appreciate its charms. … Continue reading

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No More Secrets

Sir Andrew d’Ackerley instructs the men waiting upon him in the master’s box to bring up that young hotspur once he’s been hosed down after the fight. Raleigh Montague doesn’t like being hosed down; he prefers to do his own. … Continue reading

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A Bouquet of Blood

Alaia looks at the address book in her hand, and looks up blankly at the spot on the street where her address is supposed to be. Daimon flies through the night on silent wings, navigating the city as he knows … Continue reading

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