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The church in Trien was a handsome stone edifice, built sturdily in decades past and carefully maint…

The air was crisp and the dew barely settled on the grass when Orthael left the house. He closed the…

Before she could challenge him, he spoke. Quietly, but firmly.

"Take care with your weapon, swordma…

Merall smiled briefly, letting Deravell's stories of bloodlust and corruption of the spirit slip bac…

The reeve waved away his connection to the Flame and gave her a smile that did not quite reach his s…

Several things happened at once. Orthael and Merall recoiled; even Judgement shifted uneasily in its…

Orthael was glad to see Merall. He was a fine man, and had always run the magistrate's office with a…

The walls were indeed manned. As they made their approach, someone disappeared from view and a few m…

Orthael felt the glow of satisfaction from Judgement, who had spent lifetimes as a wrath-filled harb…

Despite the situation, Orthael exhaled in deep relief. This, now, was a question that he had heard b…

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Greetings. It is the thirtieth day. Food remains in good supply, but our morale has taken a beati…

Orthael came back slowly, as if he had been diving in a lake and sought the surface from deep below,…

The chanting turned to screams without warning. The small party exchanged panicked glances, unknowin…

Judgement was diverted from its biographical investigation by the unfamiliar presence of old magic. …

They found the Governor waiting patiently in his office. He was staring out at the gathered crowds, …