Tag Archives: Raleigh

Snow Problem

The land is lit up by the eerie light of the full moon. A tiny garden, surrounded by a high wooden fence. Neat beds of herbs have been carefully laid out, with not a stray weed or blade of grass … Continue reading

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Women! Students! Parents!

The student mess hall, where students of the Assassins’ Guild come to sate their hunger and thirst. Rows and rows of scarred wooden tables line the room, with wooden benches placed along them and a large bin in the corner … Continue reading

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Female issues

Miss Georgina de Vitis swishes out of the Graduate lounge, her cheeks flushed, and then stops dead. She takes a breath, one hand lifting to rest on her chest, and then walks more calmly towards the stairs. A tap on … Continue reading

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Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Daimon alights on his friend’s window sill, content to sit on it, legs dangling, until such a time as the man might notice his guest. Raleigh Montague wasn’t in his office, but enters it shortly after, flicking on the light … Continue reading

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Borogravia Needs Silver!

The foyer of the AM branch of the Green Slab office is just bustling with activity as reporters and editors rush in and out, slamming doors and occasionally slamming into each other. The whole atmosphere has a jumbled and chaotic … Continue reading

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Boy Time

Doctor Raleigh Montague puts away his papers at last and prepares to be social; it’s a rare weekend he doesn’t show up at the guild, and he didn’t over this past weekend. He moves to the cabinet. “What’s your poison, … Continue reading

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That time of the month eh?

Raleigh Montague arrives at the ruins in the middle of the Tump, where, unaccountably, nobody goes, and slips in between the marble ruins to the centre, where there is a rather crude courtyard. He settles down on a fallen column, … Continue reading

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Our Finest Virtue

Thick cigar smoke curls through the air of this stately reading room, wafting across the ornate oil paintings that hang on the clover-green walls. Empty brandy glasses sit on the oaken end-tables. Several stiff leather armchairs provide a stylish place … 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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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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