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What was honor? What did it truly mean to be a great knight? 

Weylyn was not certain, as a descendant from a lineage of the kingdom's greatest knights, it seemed Weylyn's destiny was already set in stone.

To many, it would seem Weylyn had been dealt a lot of tremendous honor, born into a family with a thousand year history of knighthood, Weylyn possessed natural gifts and great skill and had long already been named among the kingdom's greatest knights.

However fate was an interesting thing and when disaster strikes, the fate of the Kinouri Empire rests on it's greatest knight, but of what use was a great knight who had long lost fate in her own kingdom?

 Weylyn finds herself with a destiny greater than what she had bargained for...

With darkness looming and a quest of great consequence long prophesied,

Weylyn must chose to either forego past grudges or be the very reason the mission fails and the empire is destroyed.


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He stared down at her, eyes aflame with his desire for her.

She lifted a hand to his bare chest, trailing her fingers slowly over his well defined muscles.

His skin was warm beneath her fingertips and his breath caught in his throat as he trembled beneath her touch, 

He lifted a hand to reciprocate her ministrations and she stepped back.

"Please Lynn..." He whispered in a low, breathy tone.

And by the creator, his words had her quivering in her need for him...

And she loathed herself, for she wanted him as desperately as he wanted her even whilst knowing he was the very one who had taken her brother's life...

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A Quest Of Honor

Of the four teams, Knight Bolev's team arrived at their intended location first in the Southern edge of the Brown Woods.

It had only taken them an hour of walking to arrive at the goblin hideout located in this part of the forest, however the sight they met left them in bafflement.

Knight Bolev frowned as he stared at the small clearing where only a dozen goblins were huddled about a small camp fire.

The goblins chattered away, their bellowing voices echoing through the quiet Brown Woods yet they seemed not to have the slightest care for the noise they stirred up.

Goblins had always been known to be unruly and uncultured by nature but one would expect they would at least understand the purpose of a hideout was to stay hidden,

However it seemed their low intelligence made that still too difficult for them to comprehend, firstly because they were supposedly hidden in plain sight,

Diversions (Ch.45)