Team Smartz Ch.2 - Cold as Eisbecher
We got my relic fragment back!! in your face team poisonclaw!!" antwon was ecstatic about the victory. "wow penny, you sure are strong, thanks a whole lot for helping me get my relic fragment back." antwon said with a sincere grin on his face.
Mysteries of Uldum
I've managed to hold them off until now, but they're relentless, and they won't stop until they have the relic housed there. if you'll assist me in fending them off, and you promise to keep it safe, i'll bestow upon the relic," she bowed her head.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 35: The Song of Ascent
The scent here was deep and clean, like untouched water sealed beneath mountain stone; it carried a note of incense, brittle and ghostly, the relic of prayers spoken by mouths long gone to ash.
This is Madness!
"i do too sonic, but we're just relics of the past now." "shame that." "tis true." 0.o
Playing Curse
What about the cursed relic?" "i've got work i'll play with you later." aurum quickly began to dress himself as fast as he could.
We Regret to Inform You of a Funeral Cancellation
Don't they still retain the relics of the shroud st. lazarus wore? there's balder, and there's orpheus: went where live souls fear to tread, they had their funerals canceled. they weren't dead.
CREATURA Novel Excerpt
Shana feles, a scrappy felinoid relic hunter, just wanted to finish the mission to the buffalo ruins, collect her money, and maybe snuggle up to that cute medic twilight.
An Angels Lament
Valen was ecstatic, he finally found an enochian and a relic to boot! this would make the training easier as the sword would start feeding him the previous users experience.
The Origin Strain
She was something outside the law of 2492, a relic of a wilder world guided by a machine that was older than the city itself.
Nat 1
With trembling claws, pringles collected the sacred paper before padding across the table in front of his looming dungeon master, falling to a knee to present the sheaf as the relic it was.
The Furry Dead (Medieval Style)
A grand relic of their faith, a craft meant to reflect palely the glory of their hero. the young priest wept for the lost, wept for the doom of the world they had so foolishly ignored.
Waking the Dead
Hand, guides you around her messy lab, away from the shelves and cases full of holy relics from outside the walls \>"familiar with some of those?"