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Koltûn A hush settled between them like silk drawn over steel. Koltûn’s echoing footfalls faded, and in the charged pause Afanas let the champion’s words ripen into something brittle. At last he spoke—his voice low, unhurried, carrying the chill of moonlit iron. “The King,” he murmured, the...

Koltûn Afanas rose from the basalt bench with the unhurried poise of a shadow slipping free of its moorings. Blood-spattered sand still hissed where scraps of troll-flesh smoldered, and the headless corpse lay twitching at the ring’s edge, but Koltûn had already turned his lion-shouldered back...

Koltûn Afanas reclined upon the basalt bench like some lean-limbed shadow cast in human guise, boots planted wide apart, hat brim hiding all but the knife-edge gleam of his eyes. Through the whole brutal bout he had watched in stillness, the trolls’ ruin mirrored in those black-flint pupils...

Vulpesen Afanas lifted a brow, his mouth flattening to a grim line. His voice, when it came, held a low, unhurried tone — the kind that carried in dark halls and battlefields alike. "You err," he said, the words simple, weighty. "I am no vampire." He let the sentence hang, heavy as a...

Vulpesen "The hour grows late," Afanas said, his voice low and even, his hands weaving a slow, indifferent gesture through the air. "I would wager Lord Iskandar is abed—or else keeping his doors barred against unwelcome callers." He leaned down slightly, the faintest glimmer of a smile on his...

Vulpesen “The Reikhurstan knights I’ve brought with me know of the fae—some better than others,” Afanas said, his voice even as a whetted blade. “Even the greenest among them has seen centuries pass in steel and blood. They’re no strangers to the unnatural, and they’ve hunted fairy-kind...

Vulpesen Nuir Carling d'Argent Afanas's boots slammed into the blood-soaked earth as he leapt, landing atop the writhing, spike-laden beast. The creature shrieked—its voice a shrill blend of rage and panic—as he straddled its armored back, talons scraping uselessly at the sand in its...

Vulpesen Afanas shifted where he stood, and for a breathless moment his frame slackened, like a war-beast dozing in uneasy slumber. Then came the whisper—Earlking—and at once the runesword across his back stirred. It clattered against its iron-bound scabbard with a sound like distant bones...

Petrus Ritus Iskandar Afanas stood like a carved idol of some forgotten god—immobile, immense, watching. The air thickened with the taste of sorcery as Petrus chanted, the words dry and ancient, flaking from his tongue like ash from a pyre. The crowd buzzed with murmurs, but Afanas heard none...

Vulpesen "What is there to like about their brood?" Afanas said bitterly, shifting his gaunt frame with a weariness that seemed older than flesh. A black vein throbbed to life on his brow above the eye—thick, worm-like, and twitching as though it had a will of its own, pulsing beneath flesh...

Vulpesen Afanas gave a languid shrug, as though the weight of his broad shoulders was but one of many burdens he had long grown accustomed to bearing. "Lord Commander, for now. Should Alliria bleed—should war come howling through her gates—they'll dress me in the mantle of Warmaster. A courtesy...

Vulpesen Afanas’s obsidian gaze, unblinking and bottomless, lingered on Vulpesen for a heartbeat too long, as though weighing the warlock's very soul against the scales of some private judgment. A lock of chestnut hair, wayward as a rebellious thought, drifted across his brow. He brushed it...

Vulpesen The guard inspected Vulpesen’s documents with all the enthusiasm of a man whose profession required daily confrontation with the dull mechanics of bureaucracy. He squinted at the script, muttered something approximating approval, and slung his halberd over his shoulder in a way that...

Vulpesen Vulpesen, though generally a man of poise and reason, was no illusionist; thus it came as no surprise when a figure—tall, imposing, and entirely sheathed in dull steel—emerged from the gloom of the alley ahead, effectively obstructing any further advance toward the Guildward. The fellow...

Agony lanced through Afanas as the beast’s teeth tore into his side—an arcane pain, sharp as betrayal, blooming in his abdomen where flesh split and blue blood welled forth like ink from a broken sigil. He staggered, vision wavering under the weight of sudden injury and the strange heat of his...