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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...

Under the waning light of an overcast sun, Saint Clover’s Day unfurled its green banners and raucous pageantry like a bloom of hedonism amid the marble austerity of Alliria’s ancient avenues. The air carried the acrid tang of pipe-smoke and roasted boar, mingled with the heady perfume of spilled...

A sudden wind rose from the east, foul and cold, as if the gods themselves had drawn breath through the vault of night. It stirred Afanas’ cloak and sent the mist scudding low across the cobbles. The torches along the Merchant’s Gate flared and guttered, casting long, flickering shadows that...

Koltûn Afanas stepped from the choking fumes and sullen forge-fires of Molthal into a place that seemed carved from some forgotten dream. The clamor of hammer and anvil faded behind him, replaced by an uncanny stillness. Here, the streets ran smooth and black as midnight—slabs of obsidian laid...

Nuir Carling d'Argent Aurra Brylee The sand was already churned and stained with the labor of earlier bouts. The air hung heavy with dust and the scent of blood, the cries of the crowd echoing like wind through a broken temple. Afanas said nothing. From the far gate, the war beasts...

The night settled thick over Alliria, clinging to the spires and merchant houses like a velvet shroud. The stars above the River Allir blinked faintly through a gauze of low-hanging mist, while torches crackled atop the stone parapets of the Merchant’s Gate. Beneath them, the cadence of armored...

Akiza Sonshal Afanas shot her a puzzled glower, but decided against chastising her. Akiza had her reasons for being nosey, that much he was sure of, but her curiosity didn't phase him. No harm, no foul in it. "We are but passing shadows in each other's tale, no deeper bond than courtesy...