Sent Kobold Chapter 14: Faith's Illusion
Traversing the open street almost at a run, she looked down both sides of the street before she took out a lockpick from her pocket.
The White Coil
The rest of the devices were a shoddy assortment of makeshift weapons he’d whipped up: lockpicks tied to a charge rod to fry open keyholes, primitive launchers which could take viscous hellbite and spit it at an enemy, tiny needs launchable from a simple trigger
How Legends are Made - Part One
How Legends are Made PART I: CONTACT _Treat a person as he is, and he will remain as he is. Treat him as he could be, and he will become what he should be._ **-** Jimmy Johnson Hello everyone! Welcome to the Museum of Remembrance! My...
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"like a key or a lockpick?" "yes." naught bluntly said, looking around. "perhaps this way?" "please tell me you're not going to ask the guards for the key."