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((Not based on any specific RP, but inspired a bit by running around Tanaan in a party, and just wanting/needing to write something for Nore lately…))

The stench of the fel forge clung to her as she made her way to the harbor. Ichor stained her armor and dripped from her sword. Sweat-damp strands of red hair had long since escaped from her braid, her goggles keeping it out of her soot-smudged face.

Taking Down the Coven

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((Chatlog format again. Mild language warning, Nore gets salty at one point. The assault on the Shadow Council Coven! After capturing the infiltrator in Ft Fordring, it's time to go for his bosses. Fink's probation includes coordinating from mission control, rather than being in the field. Nore, Jonars, and Jia-Lian take some garrison followers and plenty of engineering beacons to a cave in SMV...))

Rings

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((Ended up as a follow-up to "Tongue Tied" given timing...Takes place pre-Portal rushing))

Nore watched as Daevra finished the engravings on a pair of truegold bands. Normally, the commander would have asked Harrigan—but his injuries were going to keep him from such detail work for some time, and the push through the Portal was coming any day now.