Great Old Worms, Faen Masks, and Fiendish Resurrection

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Worms of Purgation

Bast knelt over the fallen soldier and repeated himself (For the third time), “You. You will eat this.” The pink and grey things in his hand wriggled and dripped a pale white oily substance that seemed to flow friction-less through the grass and dirt. Continue reading

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Like Chagga, Energy Drinks, and Breathing Fire

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Fingersmoke

Brendel coughed a rough, brown plume out over the fire while Gus and Bornia laughed their throaty and condescending laugh. It tasted like wet hay and the green things you find sometimes in that stew they make down Southways–like pepper, but not. Continue reading

Ancient Armors, Wrenching Guts, and Deathly Bears (Oh My)

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Plate of the Lost Emperor

The lightning flashed over the empty leagues of hills and wastes. Kix Boyd had spent the last four weeks wandering this desolate place and had regretted the adventure that brought him to it. Alone and wet and tired, he walked on, almost praying the storm would strike him down. At least he wouldn’t have to put up with the chaffing of wet leather against his skin and could get a decent rest then. Gods know the open grasslands aren’t much for shelter and this ruin of a place didn’t even grow what one could call a grass. Continue reading

Footsteps, Pain and Pain, and “Just Like the White Winged Dove…”

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The Path of Light 

“I saw the path…” the girl said, “I saw it and I followed.”

She was a slip of a girl, and the large man in his beaten but polished armor breathed heavily as he towered over her. The woods were no place for a little girl. Her presence would only make this harder. His colleagues were startled when she came bounding out of the bushes and Kilrock nearly put an arrow through her tiny beating heart before catching himself and shuddering at the thought of what he’d almost done in haste. Continue reading