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  • The Night Is Dark

    Malika carried herself through the gateway to Triennell, as the holy man called it. To her it was simply Trien, the next town down from her now desolate village. If only there had been walls... no, she wouldn't think about that. It was too painful, too fr…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Triennell the Merciful

    The walls were indeed manned. As they made their approach, someone disappeared from view and a few more torches were lit along the wall. Moments later, a handful of men with bows spread themselves out on the wall walkway. One of them called out in challen…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Sanctuary

    Malika hesitated just a moment, then nodded. Dawn was beginning to break over the mountains on the horizon, and she knew -- without quite knowing how she knew -- that most of the deathless would either be taking shelter for the day or be banished back to …

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Trespassed Sanctity

    Orthael felt the glow of satisfaction from Judgement, who had spent lifetimes as a wrath-filled harbinger of death. It had dreamed of doing more, indeed feared that it was no longer capable of anything but destruction. The Flame had swept such darkness as…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Room in a Bottle

    "No one loves a clank at midnight."

    The message was scrawled all over the room. The walls, the floor, the ceiling. In the center of the room was a clank, for all appearances in perfect working order, and yet it seemed unable to move.

    Closer to the door,…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Healing Flame

    Warmth spread through Malika like a breath of fresh air. She sucked air in sharply between her teeth. The sensation was almost painful. Heat spread through her, suffused her, warmed her on a level deeper than merely the physical. It coiled around her brok…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Flamelit Silence

    Despite the situation, Orthael exhaled in deep relief. This, now, was a question that he had heard before. From widows, from parents, from orphans - even, on dark nights, from himself.

    "Oh, swordmaiden. The Flame has always been with you. Through all tha…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • The King in Orange II

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    Posted 11 months ago
  • The King in Orange I

    Across a cultivated green, you can find him shambling and swaying like a drunken dotard,

    surrounded by an air of wounded viciousness that a life of money had only exacerbated. Vacant eyed, he wanders confused, muttering in rambling, incoherent phrases tha…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Even in Autumn, She is the Spring

    Vexedly, I tapped the glass whose sloping walls warped and elongated the bookcases and fireplace of my study. It was dishearteningly thick, the Lessening having worked exactly to my specifications. Previously, when placing the bottle horizontally in it's …

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Bottled Up

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    Greetings. It is the thirtieth day. Food remains in good supply, but our morale has taken a beating. Captain Marseilles announced to us that he has received a message on the Return Ticket. As we had been told, that system was primed to engage around Da…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Emotional Wounds

    Malika tossed a glare at the Orthael. "Why?" she barked. "What has the All-mighty Flame ever done for me?" Her words were barbed and full of anger. Her shoulder throbbed, and she wanted nothing more than to be gone from this accursed place.

    She paced o…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Gifts Ungiven

    It had been fourteen days. The painting was gone and with it my heart. Authored by an amateur it had meant more to me than any museum in the world. Each day that passed felt like a relentless excavation into my chest, letting in the outside ice and snow t…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Surly Bonds

    Orthael came back slowly, as if he had been diving in a lake and sought the surface from deep below, and found himself gripping Judgement in his right hand. This did not surprise him: he had always assumed implicit, even in the warm domestic comfort of hi…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • War Wounds

    Malika pushed off from the ground, slowly rising to her feet. The pain in her shoulder FLASHED a hot red, and for a moment she was sure she was going to pass out. Black spots floated in front of her eyes, and an overwhelming nausea flooded through her mid…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • A Spirit Quest...

    Soŝégŝinun sat alone in the forest. His breath floated before his mouth in the cold.

    He sat alone. He couldn't remember how long he had say there, but he knew that he wasn't leaving until something happened, though he didn't know exactly what that someth…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Nescience

    The chanting turned to screams without warning. The small party exchanged panicked glances, unknowing and uncertain. The man himself shrugged in a quietly resigned manner.

    "I know nothing, gentlemen, but you should not be surprised that your regime chang…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Higher Thoughts

    Judgement was diverted from its biographical investigation by the unfamiliar presence of old magic. Perhaps that was not an accurate description, for the weapon was sure that it had been familiar once, and that in that time the magic had not been old at a…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Darkness Withdrawing

    The cold in her shoulder withdrew. Malika hadn't even been aware of it until it was gone, but it eased some of the pain from her injury.

    Some of the darkness from the Greater Dead leeched into your body when you struck it, Morduth said. It seeped in m…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Darkness Overwhelming

    Mistress. Morduth's voice whispered into Malika's mind. It seemed distant, far away, echoing far back in the recesses of her consciousness. It was odd hearing him like that. Before its voice had always been so strong, so vivid.

    But that was before. Bef…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Exculpation

    They found the Governor waiting patiently in his office. He was staring out at the gathered crowds, but turned to face them when they came through the doors. Gareth, who had been the Foundry 2 foreman, swore up and down that he had seen a sneer of contemp…

    Posted 11 months ago
  • Beautiful Temptation

    She walks through a crowded plaza, a beacon of sultry beauty. She is temptation incarnate, a temptress with but one goal. She moves slowly, exulting in the wandering eyes of the men and not a few of the women. Many crave her. Others hate her. Still more c…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Keen Edge

    Judgement was still and silent. The weapon was possessed of a long and storied history; as with any that know of the past, it knew to listen as well as speak. It did so now, with a patient devotion to detail - in Orthael's despondence Judgement absorbed t…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • The Dead and the Living

    The Lesser Dead in all their varieties watched as the swordmaiden passed, followed a moment later by the holy man, now made impotent by their master. They allowed both to escape unscathed. Indeed many still held the swordmaiden in fear, for the way she ha…

    Posted 1 year ago
  • Darkness Receding

    Malika fled the village, passing scores of Lesser Dead as she did. Not one approached her, whether in fear of the destruction she had wrought just moments before or because they no longer deemed her a threat she didn't know.

    Nor did she care. Her shoulde…

    Posted 1 year ago